Yesterday was quite the day. I worked in the polls for the General Election. Arrive at 6:00 AM, and we didn’t get things wrapped up until about 9:30 PM. We did get lunch, but around dinner time we had a rush that was more or less continuous until closing. Turnout in our precinct was fairly […]
Thankfully, the system let me in this time. Not sure what I did wrong last attempt, but I couldn’t sign in. Unfortunately, I don’t recall what the topic of that last post was going to be, and still haven’t solved the photo-posting problem. “Alas. Ear wax.” (Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone.” I […]
Sorry for the delinquency in posting. Coming to post again about a month ago, I discovered that things have changed here in wordpress and for some reason I can no longer post photos – or at least haven’t figured out the new system. Too bad, because I had some neat posts and pics, but spent […]
Last night, my friend Howard and I were discussing the silly antics of cats (the antics of silly cats?). He told me how theirs likes to snuggle in between the throw rug and carpet to sleep. I mentioned how mine likes to, similarly, play. . . .
Last Sunday, a local side street was blocked off. Navigating around the neighborhood, I discovered that four blocks were barricaded radiating out from a specific intersection. There are several events annually, hosted by the city, community, businesses, and clubs, and including everything from street parties and runs to bike races and large scale picnics. It looked as though an event was going to pass by on the way to/from down town.
The surprise came after being out of town for most of the day and returning to see sandwich-board hurdles still cordoning the streets. Looking closer showed a few people on their knees in the middle of the intersection. Hmmmm.
Walking to work Monday morning, I detoured slightly to pass through that area. Wow! Lots of bright color, fresh paint with no road dirt to speak of, the gold in the center is a “man hole” cover. It’s colorful crop circle legal grafitti in the middle of the road!
We’ve been getting some much needed rain. Perhaps food prices won’t be quite so bad this year after all. In any event, this morning I’m in a liminal space. Looking out the West windows it is overcast with patches of blue. To the South is another matter: It is raining and the heavy, dark clouds covering the sky promise more moisture.
I sit here, not having to water the bonsai and other little trees, watching rain out one window and none out another, on the line between, at the intersection of both and neither, in the gap where yes and no meet. It’s pretty cool!
The show closed Sunday; always bitter-sweet. It was a lot of fun, a terrific cast, and a big learning curve. There is something to forget during every performance. During this run, it seemed like opening and closing the window curtains was the big problem for me. Such a simple but big thing. It mattered more than other things, like replacing the bottle of “Jack Daniel’s” in the buffet, because of our fireworks effects. Keep the curtains open except for Act II when the fireworks go off. It’s all in the lighting.
This show was different for me because I was off stage. I handled most of the props (thanks to UCD Theater Dept, Davis Musical Theater Co, L Street Furniture, and Yolo SPCA Thrift Store for help with that). This photo is one of my favorites. Fifty cent jar from the thrift store with bits of black cloth on string taped to the lid. Just what it looks like here. But from the audience it looked like a bunch of flies flying around inside the jar! Pretty cool, eh? Another simple thing, but I feel kinda proud of it. I’ll get a photo of the watermelon I made from couch foam and post that next (thanks to Marie Petersen, DMTC, for tips on making fake foods).
Well, friends, my apologies for the hiatus.
In December, I got a part time job. Whew! The sedentary nature of graduate studies left behind for “load that barge, tote that bale” frenetic activity. There has been a bit of an adjustment period complicated by the holidays, low-grade illness lasting awhile, being props manager for a local community theater, and a brand new second illness that, considering how tired I already was, knocked me on. . . well, took a lot out of me. Last year at this time, I had been repotting bonsai and traveling through Australia, kayaking and hiking, going to weekend bonsai shows. What a difference a year can make.
I love my job. It keeps me fairly busy, and is different every day. The group of young people I work with are, overall, friendly and nice, supportive and encouraging, and a lot of fun. They’re nice to their resident “old lady.”
I ate my share of Girl Scout cookies but, having purchased in two communities, was surprised to discover that there was $1 difference in box prices. Wonder what’s up with that?
My next planned adventure is an Aikido seminar at the end of May. Not sure if I’ll be back in shape, but I’m going! A good friend is testing for san dan (third black belt).
My super-ultra-megawatt-totally awesome news is that of my four friends who last year battled cancer, all four are cancer free!!
The year has been an unusual so far. I wonder what the other three quarters will bring . . . . I hope all of you are having a fantastic year!
This is one of my favorite photos from the year, so I want to share it with all of you who read my blog as a small thank you for your support. It was taken from the back patio of my friends’, Ann and Rick, house. Many thanks to all of my friends who are so dear.
I also chose this photo for its quality of light. In reflecting on the winter holy day(s) season, I am reminded that all of the winter holy days are in some regard related to light. The season, to me, reflects on light as a focus for hope; hope for ourselves, for our community, and our world. Hope for the future. The nature of this hope is that things will get better, improve; better for the individual, the community, the world: the future.
The second aspect that I see inherent in the holy days this time of year is that there is some effort required, some sacrifice to make, even if it is “only” in the form of trust or believing (faith?). We are to give something of ourself, of our community, in order that growth of the light and hope may come to pass.
Thirdly is rememberance, looking back to when something important, something miraculous, happened. We are asked to remember what sacrifices were made in the past and the hope of our forebearers and those things that have brought us to where we are now, as individuals, community, and world. We are their future.
I wish for each of you, my readers, and everyone else too, these aspects of the season: Light to fuel Hope; Willingness to take action toward that perpetuating that Hope; and the Memory of what our ancestors hoped for and believed in for all of us: Hope for the Future, for individuals, communities, World. And the memory that we are all here together, hoping for all of us.
May the Peace and Beauty, Love and Hope, Sacrifice and Memory, of the season be with you today, all year, and into the Future.
For our holiday meeting this year, my cousin and I met in Alameda, CA, and had two days in Neverland. You know, nicely packed with hardly any room between one adventure and another (JM Barrie). First a jaunt up to Richmond to see the Rosie the Riveter WWII Heritage Monument. There’s a lot more going on there besides just Rosie, as if that wasn’t enough. The sight speaks to a large area of growth in US history: the Rosies, racial and gender discrimination issues, naval mutiny and other naval history, industrial growth, and health care. We spent longer there than intended, and ended up in traffic on our way back to the hotel.
The next day we drove into San Francisco and spent hours along the Waterfront. A dream for me was getting out to Fort Point, the oldest US military site in CA. I was sad to find it fenced and bricked off. Maybe some day I’ll find a way to see the inside.
After seeing the sights and watching waves break, we headed to Oakland and the Golden State Bonsai Collection, North. It’s at Lake Merritt. The photo is a persimmon styled and donated by my friends Vince and Kathy Owyoung. The tree is about 3 feet tall. Unfortunately, we only got through about half of the collection because they close at 3. The docent was sweet, giving us an extra ten minutes.
Sadly, my cuz and I only had the two days this year, and there were lots of things on our to-do list that we didn’t get to see this time. Maybe next year. . . .