Packing for the UK! I will leave Sunday AM. Friends and family tease me for traveling so light. For this trip I am redefining light. I am aiming for a small carry-on and a shoulder purse - a little larger than my usual purses, so my iPad will fit.
I am trying to fit in an extra pair of shoes. Challenge.
And where do I stash the chocolate? Maybe my pocket?
Just found my UK power adapter. Yay.
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Rain
So when he patched the roof yesterday, the roofer guy said we'd be OK unless we have blowing rain.
It is raining. And it is blowing.
He can't really fix the roof until February.
Sigh.
I just won't think about it.
It is raining. And it is blowing.
He can't really fix the roof until February.
Sigh.
I just won't think about it.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Thankful for today
Some days are really worth getting up for.
First, I found out Buddy and Roo were coming for the afternoon. Of course they usually come on Tuesday, but today is different because they chose to come. I realize Buddy wanted to play with our neighbor.......but still.
Second, the housekeepers were coming to make my house all clean. And in preparation for their visit, Papa helped me take down and store the Christmas tree. A big job done!
A friend came to visit and brought a very cool gift.
And to top it all off, I received this via Facebook:
"Hello Mrs. Bartell. About '82 or '83 you were guidance at Avon High. I was a very angry and mixed up boy. You treated me with dignity and compassion. At that time, you were one of the few people that I felt, really cared. You were instrumental in me getting the help I needed. I was never able to thank you. Now, almost thirty years later, I have that chance. So, from the bottom of my heart, thank you."
I replied to his message with this: "I am honored by your words and will treasure them. I am trying to imagine you now at the age I was then. I hope you are happy and well."
Now the down side of that.....I remember that boy as if we were talking yesterday! Every detail. Thirty years?????? Can it be. Oh my!
First, I found out Buddy and Roo were coming for the afternoon. Of course they usually come on Tuesday, but today is different because they chose to come. I realize Buddy wanted to play with our neighbor.......but still.
Second, the housekeepers were coming to make my house all clean. And in preparation for their visit, Papa helped me take down and store the Christmas tree. A big job done!
A friend came to visit and brought a very cool gift.
And to top it all off, I received this via Facebook:
"Hello Mrs. Bartell. About '82 or '83 you were guidance at Avon High. I was a very angry and mixed up boy. You treated me with dignity and compassion. At that time, you were one of the few people that I felt, really cared. You were instrumental in me getting the help I needed. I was never able to thank you. Now, almost thirty years later, I have that chance. So, from the bottom of my heart, thank you."
I replied to his message with this: "I am honored by your words and will treasure them. I am trying to imagine you now at the age I was then. I hope you are happy and well."
Now the down side of that.....I remember that boy as if we were talking yesterday! Every detail. Thirty years?????? Can it be. Oh my!
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Off Kilter
My world seems a little off kilter. Nothing serious, mind you, just a series of conditions and events requiring my need to re - equilibrate.
Tonight is an example. I ate a hamburger. I don't do hamburgers. Not only did I eat one, but ate a large one with relish. Not the relish you eat. I thought I would nibble it, perhaps, or eat just half. Instead, I licked my fingers after the last bite.
But first came moving Buddy and Roo's playhouse. After we built our front patio last year, the center of our outdoor activity moved from the back yard to the front - away from the playhouse. When I noticed it had been abandoned, I moved it closer to the front. It continued to just collect spiders. Roo and I agreed we would send it to her house, thinking she would use it there when friends came to play. Once the playhouse was in my daughter's front yard, we discovered both kids had grown too tall to stand up in the little house. A symbol of their toddler years is gone.
And so are the car seats! Both of them. First Billy's a few months ago, then, more recently, Roo's. Both kids use booster seats, now. Buddy's is brown. Roo's is hot pink. I am astonished every time I open the car door. Each time I am reminded that the children are growing up.
And I am growing older, too. My approaching 70th is, alone, enough to throw me off kilter. I have always been comfortable with my age, never keeping it a secret. But seventy? Come on! No denying I am "old" now. If you have reached seventy, you know. If not, let me tell you. That birthday will surely give you pause.
Then a little over a week ago, a family member died. She was just 61. Since she lived in South Carolina, I rarely saw her anymore. In spite of the distance, however, she occupied a large space in my head. She led a difficult life, and I had spent so many years helping manage her affairs that she leaves an emptiness - part relief, part sadness for the tragic life she led, some measure of guilt that I didn't make her life better. But there is also satisfaction that her last two years were better and more independent than earlier ones. And I had finally begun to not dread her calls and to actually enjoy some of them. What goes into her space?
And now my eyes are out of focus. A big pain in the head - literally. The doc says he can fix them with a little laser zap, but not for a month. Meanwhile, I will go around with a fussy view of the world.
Gary has a new chair, the house is cluttered, there is a big tree in my living room, and this week's schedule is a different from my normal routine. My mind is too busy to let me paint with abandon. My studio is messier than usual. I am learning a new computer for the art center.
Yes. Off kilter.
Tonight is an example. I ate a hamburger. I don't do hamburgers. Not only did I eat one, but ate a large one with relish. Not the relish you eat. I thought I would nibble it, perhaps, or eat just half. Instead, I licked my fingers after the last bite.
But first came moving Buddy and Roo's playhouse. After we built our front patio last year, the center of our outdoor activity moved from the back yard to the front - away from the playhouse. When I noticed it had been abandoned, I moved it closer to the front. It continued to just collect spiders. Roo and I agreed we would send it to her house, thinking she would use it there when friends came to play. Once the playhouse was in my daughter's front yard, we discovered both kids had grown too tall to stand up in the little house. A symbol of their toddler years is gone.
And so are the car seats! Both of them. First Billy's a few months ago, then, more recently, Roo's. Both kids use booster seats, now. Buddy's is brown. Roo's is hot pink. I am astonished every time I open the car door. Each time I am reminded that the children are growing up.
And I am growing older, too. My approaching 70th is, alone, enough to throw me off kilter. I have always been comfortable with my age, never keeping it a secret. But seventy? Come on! No denying I am "old" now. If you have reached seventy, you know. If not, let me tell you. That birthday will surely give you pause.
Then a little over a week ago, a family member died. She was just 61. Since she lived in South Carolina, I rarely saw her anymore. In spite of the distance, however, she occupied a large space in my head. She led a difficult life, and I had spent so many years helping manage her affairs that she leaves an emptiness - part relief, part sadness for the tragic life she led, some measure of guilt that I didn't make her life better. But there is also satisfaction that her last two years were better and more independent than earlier ones. And I had finally begun to not dread her calls and to actually enjoy some of them. What goes into her space?
And now my eyes are out of focus. A big pain in the head - literally. The doc says he can fix them with a little laser zap, but not for a month. Meanwhile, I will go around with a fussy view of the world.
Gary has a new chair, the house is cluttered, there is a big tree in my living room, and this week's schedule is a different from my normal routine. My mind is too busy to let me paint with abandon. My studio is messier than usual. I am learning a new computer for the art center.
Yes. Off kilter.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Shrimp Recipe
I mentioned this recipe on Facebook, and so many people asked me for it that I am going to post it here. It is from the September 2010 issue of Food and Wine, page 65. I will enter the recipe as it appears in the magazine and then mention the changes I made or will make next time - just quantity, though. It tastes good just as it is.
Quinoa with Spice-Roasted Shrimp and Pistou
1/2 pound medium shrimp, shelled and deveined
1/2 teaspoon garlic powder
1/2 teaspoon onion powder
1/2 teaspoon smoked paprika
1/2 teaspoon dried oregano, crumbled
1/2 teaspoon fennel seeds, chopped
1/4 teaspoon dried thyme
!/4 cup canola oil
Salt and freshly ground black pepper
1/4 cup(packed) basil leaves (they obviously mean fresh)
2 tablespoons flat leaf parsley (they obviously mean fresh)
1 tablespoon fresh rosemary leaves
1 1/2 teaspoons fresh thyme leaves
1 garlic clove, smashed
2 tablespoons freshly grated Parmigiano-Reggiano cheese
1 1/2 cups quinoa, rinsed
2 1/4 cups water
1. In a resealable plastic bag, toss the shrimp with the garlic and onion powders, paprika, oregano, fennel, dried thyme, 1 tablespoon of the oil, and 1/2 teaspoon each of salt and pepper until coated. Let stand at room temp for 30 minutes.
2. Meanwhile preheat the oven to 425 degrees. In a food processor pulse the basil, parsley, rosemary, thyme leaves,garlic, and cheese. Add 2 tablespoons oil, puree until smooth. Season with salt and pepper.
3. In a sauce pan, combine the quinoa, water, and the remaining 1 tablespoon of oil.
Season lightly with salt and bring to a boil. Cover and simmer over low heat until the quinoa is tender - about 15 minutes. Let stand for 5 minutes. Transfer to a bowl and keep warm.
4. On a baking sheet, roast the shrimp for about 8 minutes, until curled and pink. Cut the shrimp into thirds and add to the quinoa with pistou. Toss well, season with salt and pepper and serve.
My note: This recipe is for four people. I doubled it for the eight people we were having for dinner - except we bought two pounds of shrimp. Each person was served seven shrimp - just about right. We have a great fish market nearby, so we bought fresh shrimp. I am sure frozen would be OK, maybe not quite as wonderful.
I didn't cut my shrimp into thirds and toss in with the quinoa. I did toss in the pistou. Then I served the shrimp on top. Way prettier for a dinner party.
When I doubled the amount of quinoa, I had enough for my dinner party and then two more nights for Papa and me. So, maybe you don't need so much of that. I usually cook quinoa in broth, but I used water like the recipe says. I may use broth next time.
When deciding what to serve on the plate with the shrimp and quinoa, I considered color. Since the pistou would be making the quinoa green, I thought I needed something red on the plate and decided tomatoes would be a nice compliment to the other dish. So I roasted tomatoes, one of our favorite dishes, anyway.
Here's how:
I bought enough small (about 1 1/2" to 2" diameter) tomatoes to serve at least four per person plus a few.
I boiled a big pot of water and dunked each tomato until the skin broke. I lifted the tomatoes out, let cool just a bit, and slipped the peels off.
I lightly greased a large casserole dish and lined up the tomatoes in a single layer. I dotted butter evenly over the tomatoes, then sprinkled on a little sugar, salt, and pepper.
I roasted them at 300 degrees for about two hours. They were wonderful with the main dish.
I garnished the plate with chopped fresh parsley.
We had a crabcake appetizer, a green salad with raspberries, and a chocolate dessert. Yum.
Hope you enjoy.
Quinoa with Spice-Roasted Shrimp and Pistou
1/2 pound medium shrimp, shelled and deveined
1/2 teaspoon garlic powder
1/2 teaspoon onion powder
1/2 teaspoon smoked paprika
1/2 teaspoon dried oregano, crumbled
1/2 teaspoon fennel seeds, chopped
1/4 teaspoon dried thyme
!/4 cup canola oil
Salt and freshly ground black pepper
1/4 cup(packed) basil leaves (they obviously mean fresh)
2 tablespoons flat leaf parsley (they obviously mean fresh)
1 tablespoon fresh rosemary leaves
1 1/2 teaspoons fresh thyme leaves
1 garlic clove, smashed
2 tablespoons freshly grated Parmigiano-Reggiano cheese
1 1/2 cups quinoa, rinsed
2 1/4 cups water
1. In a resealable plastic bag, toss the shrimp with the garlic and onion powders, paprika, oregano, fennel, dried thyme, 1 tablespoon of the oil, and 1/2 teaspoon each of salt and pepper until coated. Let stand at room temp for 30 minutes.
2. Meanwhile preheat the oven to 425 degrees. In a food processor pulse the basil, parsley, rosemary, thyme leaves,garlic, and cheese. Add 2 tablespoons oil, puree until smooth. Season with salt and pepper.
3. In a sauce pan, combine the quinoa, water, and the remaining 1 tablespoon of oil.
Season lightly with salt and bring to a boil. Cover and simmer over low heat until the quinoa is tender - about 15 minutes. Let stand for 5 minutes. Transfer to a bowl and keep warm.
4. On a baking sheet, roast the shrimp for about 8 minutes, until curled and pink. Cut the shrimp into thirds and add to the quinoa with pistou. Toss well, season with salt and pepper and serve.
My note: This recipe is for four people. I doubled it for the eight people we were having for dinner - except we bought two pounds of shrimp. Each person was served seven shrimp - just about right. We have a great fish market nearby, so we bought fresh shrimp. I am sure frozen would be OK, maybe not quite as wonderful.
I didn't cut my shrimp into thirds and toss in with the quinoa. I did toss in the pistou. Then I served the shrimp on top. Way prettier for a dinner party.
When I doubled the amount of quinoa, I had enough for my dinner party and then two more nights for Papa and me. So, maybe you don't need so much of that. I usually cook quinoa in broth, but I used water like the recipe says. I may use broth next time.
When deciding what to serve on the plate with the shrimp and quinoa, I considered color. Since the pistou would be making the quinoa green, I thought I needed something red on the plate and decided tomatoes would be a nice compliment to the other dish. So I roasted tomatoes, one of our favorite dishes, anyway.
Here's how:
I bought enough small (about 1 1/2" to 2" diameter) tomatoes to serve at least four per person plus a few.
I boiled a big pot of water and dunked each tomato until the skin broke. I lifted the tomatoes out, let cool just a bit, and slipped the peels off.
I lightly greased a large casserole dish and lined up the tomatoes in a single layer. I dotted butter evenly over the tomatoes, then sprinkled on a little sugar, salt, and pepper.
I roasted them at 300 degrees for about two hours. They were wonderful with the main dish.
I garnished the plate with chopped fresh parsley.
We had a crabcake appetizer, a green salad with raspberries, and a chocolate dessert. Yum.
Hope you enjoy.
Monday, November 15, 2010
School / Proud / Grateful
My daughter, Roo, and Buddy attended conferences with teachers today. Reports were so good that daughter and I were weepy. We are fortunate to have a great school and wonderful teachers who totally understand Buddy and Roo.
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Surprise
Today my friend, Kay, picked me up at eleven. We planned to go to Cayucos for lunch and "catch up." In the last few months, we'd just not spent much time together.
We enjoyed the spectacular drive along our stretch of the California coast,then shared a great lunch and dessert. Afterward we went next door to a bakery just to check it out. I looked around at all their goodies while Kay looked trough publications stacked in a basket by the door. She picked up the latest copy of "Women's Press." "Hey," I said, "That's my painting!"
The editor had requested a digital image of "Dream Performance," but I hadn't heard if she was going to actually use it. So while it shouldn't have been a surprise, really, it somehow was.
See the painting on the sidebar to your right.
Fun:)
We enjoyed the spectacular drive along our stretch of the California coast,then shared a great lunch and dessert. Afterward we went next door to a bakery just to check it out. I looked around at all their goodies while Kay looked trough publications stacked in a basket by the door. She picked up the latest copy of "Women's Press." "Hey," I said, "That's my painting!"
The editor had requested a digital image of "Dream Performance," but I hadn't heard if she was going to actually use it. So while it shouldn't have been a surprise, really, it somehow was.
See the painting on the sidebar to your right.
Fun:)
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Yay!!!!!!
OK, so I whined about all my work on the grant proposal for the Art Center. I'll admit it. I worked hard for several reasons. The first, of course, is that I wanted the Art Center to have the opportunuties the grant would offer. I also felt that I would not be fulfilling my obligation to the center if I didn't at least try for the grant. The third reason is ego. I would have been embarrassed to submit something with my name on it that was less than polished. So I polished and polished.
Yesterday, I found a large white envelope in my mail slot. I was chatting with other Art Center members about silly stuff while casually opening it. Then my eyes just about popped out! We got the grant!!!!! $7,500 to be spent on computer equipment that will allow me to make digital presentations about the Art Center and for a display wall and storage in our classroom. We use that wall for our children's shows.
I am pleased....to say the least. My ego is intact, and the Art Center benefits:)
Now I will probably whine about all I must do to develop the presentations. I apologize in advance.
Yesterday, I found a large white envelope in my mail slot. I was chatting with other Art Center members about silly stuff while casually opening it. Then my eyes just about popped out! We got the grant!!!!! $7,500 to be spent on computer equipment that will allow me to make digital presentations about the Art Center and for a display wall and storage in our classroom. We use that wall for our children's shows.
I am pleased....to say the least. My ego is intact, and the Art Center benefits:)
Now I will probably whine about all I must do to develop the presentations. I apologize in advance.
Monday, November 8, 2010
Reflection
When my iPad screen is dark, I see my reflection. Since the iPad rests on my lap, the angle is just the worst possible, doubling my chin, wrinkling my neck ......well, you get the picture. The iPad reflection, for some reason, also points out more clearly than any mirror all little scars, creases, and rough patches.
I am learning to avoid looking. Seeing myself the way iPad does is damaging to my self image. I want to be delusional bit longer.
I am learning to avoid looking. Seeing myself the way iPad does is damaging to my self image. I want to be delusional bit longer.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Weather Alert
On my iPad, the Weather Channel has posted a weather alert for Los Osos. Our unseasonably hot weather will continue through tomorrow, it says. It might reach 80 for the third day in a row:) Not sure it really made it up to 80 today, but the day was beautiful. Love it.
Adding to my sense of wellbeing is a big load of art supplies my friend brought me from San Francisco.
Happiness.
Adding to my sense of wellbeing is a big load of art supplies my friend brought me from San Francisco.
Happiness.
Monday, November 1, 2010
Little Spooks
When Papa, my daughter, and my son-in-law picked out the house Papa and I live in, they had no idea we would be buying into the best Halloween spot ever. In 2003, our neighbor warned me that we would have lots of little spooks, so I bought what I thought was a lot of candy. We ran out. Now each year we buy in excess of fifteen pounds, and that lasts until 8:30. We figure all the little ones will have finished their trick or treating by then. And by that time, Papa is tired of going to the door, guessing what each kid is supposed to be. Kids are hauled in by van loads. Parents park at the end of the street and ghouls, ghosts, bananas, and witches swarm the neighborhood.
Daughter, SIL, Buddy, and Roo come for hot dogs and sides. (Some years friends and relatives join in - but not this year.) The kids get ready and then they, along with parents, leave to go out into Halloween land. This year Roo was a glorious witch. Buddy was a geologist - he's always some sort of scientist, now that he has passed the train engineer stage.
They return with filled pumpkins, eat their favorite candies, and leave us with fun memories, an almost empty candy basket, and a coffee table full of candy wrappers.
I like Halloween.
Daughter, SIL, Buddy, and Roo come for hot dogs and sides. (Some years friends and relatives join in - but not this year.) The kids get ready and then they, along with parents, leave to go out into Halloween land. This year Roo was a glorious witch. Buddy was a geologist - he's always some sort of scientist, now that he has passed the train engineer stage.
They return with filled pumpkins, eat their favorite candies, and leave us with fun memories, an almost empty candy basket, and a coffee table full of candy wrappers.
I like Halloween.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Labor
At this hour forty two years ago, I was in labor. Most of you will agree that labor is no picnic. It is not. And I did it the easy way - drugs. Still no fun. But so worth it.
In thinking over the last 42 years, only one brief moment of uncertainty about parenthood comes to mind. It had something to do with trying to make a payment at Sears, I think. The day was already in the tank. My plate was too full, I didn't feel well, and the kid decided to yell as only a toddler can. We both survived it, but I still remember the look on the customer service lady's face.Like "Do something!"
All that seems like yesterday.
This morning I considered my 42nd birthday. I was working as a school counselor in Indiana. My daughter was in middle school. And that seems like five minutes ago.
Parenthood has seemed fast and - except for the Sear's incident -easy. My child is no longer a kid, but a smart and beautiful almost middle aged, woman who juggles a family, job, and doctoral program. She'll present a scholarly paper in January. Yep - all grown.
And I am proud of her and her accomplishments - especially that she has achieved parenthood, too, giving me Buddy and Roo.
Happy Birthday!
In thinking over the last 42 years, only one brief moment of uncertainty about parenthood comes to mind. It had something to do with trying to make a payment at Sears, I think. The day was already in the tank. My plate was too full, I didn't feel well, and the kid decided to yell as only a toddler can. We both survived it, but I still remember the look on the customer service lady's face.Like "Do something!"
All that seems like yesterday.
This morning I considered my 42nd birthday. I was working as a school counselor in Indiana. My daughter was in middle school. And that seems like five minutes ago.
Parenthood has seemed fast and - except for the Sear's incident -easy. My child is no longer a kid, but a smart and beautiful almost middle aged, woman who juggles a family, job, and doctoral program. She'll present a scholarly paper in January. Yep - all grown.
And I am proud of her and her accomplishments - especially that she has achieved parenthood, too, giving me Buddy and Roo.
Happy Birthday!
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Conniving
Yes, I am conniving. This afternoon with the kids, we made a bakery run for one chocolate frosted, long donut, one chocolate cupcake topped with a trick nor treat cat and a loaf of whole wheat bread. The bread is for Papa and me, mostly Papa.
So on the way home, I decided to put conditions on the treats. I explained to Buddy and Roo that I love to hear them read and that they hadn't done that in a while. I said that each could select a book, read, then have treats.
Worked. Buddy chose an easy one so he could read quickly and plow in to his donut; Roo picked a difficult one. I am amazed that she sounded out words all the way though two books. This may become the routine.
Smile.
So on the way home, I decided to put conditions on the treats. I explained to Buddy and Roo that I love to hear them read and that they hadn't done that in a while. I said that each could select a book, read, then have treats.
Worked. Buddy chose an easy one so he could read quickly and plow in to his donut; Roo picked a difficult one. I am amazed that she sounded out words all the way though two books. This may become the routine.
Smile.
Hint
Put your gloves back on before you decide to use your new teal ink to add a inishing touch to your painting.
Interesting results.
Interesting results.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Proud
After a year of working in fits and starts on the children's programs at the art center, I found a wonderful new member willing to take on the kids' programs! Her first project was to conduct a photo contest for five to fourteen year-olds. We timed it to coincide with Morro Photo Expo - we are their parent organization. Our new board member hung the entries at the Expo and a panel of professional photographers judged them. When I walked in and saw the photos on the wall, my jaw dropped. I was stunned by the quality of the images. This morning we hung the show at the art center and held a reception this afternoon. Thrilling! I am just so proud.
We are off to a grand start.
We are off to a grand start.
Friday, October 22, 2010
Popular!
Do you know how to make your grandchildren the most popular kids in the gymnastics class? Let them use your iPad while they wait for class to start. I handed over the iPad with instructions to take turns. Buddy was enjoying his turn by the time other children noticed what he was doing - using a cute reading/spelling app with fun sounds.
Roo was huddled close by, waiting for her turn. Another kid sidled up. His Dad watched. More kids came, then more. And more parents. Folks had to squeeze around the large group, attracting even more interest or curiosity, anyway.
What did I ever do without it? Now I feel a bit lost unless it is handy to read, check mail, or search the web.
How life has changed. Cliche, I know. But in my childhood home we had one phone in the hall. It was not cordless. It did not even have a dial until at least my junior high years. An operator connected our calls.
Now iPhones, Blackberries, and ipads. And more new technology every day.
Wonder what's next.
Roo was huddled close by, waiting for her turn. Another kid sidled up. His Dad watched. More kids came, then more. And more parents. Folks had to squeeze around the large group, attracting even more interest or curiosity, anyway.
What did I ever do without it? Now I feel a bit lost unless it is handy to read, check mail, or search the web.
How life has changed. Cliche, I know. But in my childhood home we had one phone in the hall. It was not cordless. It did not even have a dial until at least my junior high years. An operator connected our calls.
Now iPhones, Blackberries, and ipads. And more new technology every day.
Wonder what's next.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Too Long
Yes, it has been a long time since I blogged. Time is zooming by. Tomorrow we take Buddy and Roo to the gym. We do that every Wednesday. Can it be that a week has passed since the last trek to town? My head is spinning from the speed.
Anyway, to catch up....
My visit to San Francisco was time well spent. I returned inspired to work. While there I made a commitment to host a show at our Art Center. I am excited and eager in spite of the time and energy it will take.
So.... I will probably be preoccupied with the exhibit as well as preparing for my own show in February. I am already running behind schedule for that. Oh my! I guess that is nothing new.
AND! My daughter will present a paper in the UK in January! Since she will need to be there for my 70th (GASP!!!!!) birthday, she's invited me to go with her. I hope to hear her presentation, then we will spend my birthday in London. Wonderful. Hmmm, I think I remember saying I was ready to stay home for a while. But never mind:)
Meanwhile I have been painting like a crazy woman, working on art center tasks, cooking Hungarian goulash, and watching the grandchildren grow.
Today Roo's class enjoyed a field trip to a pumpkin patch. When Papa and I met her after school, she was loaded down with a backpack full of pumpkins. She insisted on wearing her pack to the car - quite a feat for that tiny little girl. I didn't think she could do it, but she was determined. What a kid.
When we met Buddy, we were sure he had grown since Thursday, so we made a new mark for him on the pantry door. He's grown over two inches since February. Impressive.
My other project is deciding on new upholstery fabric for the living room, balancing safety and courage. We'll see how that turns out.
I think I getting ready ton toss all my allergy meds. We'll see how that turns out, too. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
Anyway, to catch up....
My visit to San Francisco was time well spent. I returned inspired to work. While there I made a commitment to host a show at our Art Center. I am excited and eager in spite of the time and energy it will take.
So.... I will probably be preoccupied with the exhibit as well as preparing for my own show in February. I am already running behind schedule for that. Oh my! I guess that is nothing new.
AND! My daughter will present a paper in the UK in January! Since she will need to be there for my 70th (GASP!!!!!) birthday, she's invited me to go with her. I hope to hear her presentation, then we will spend my birthday in London. Wonderful. Hmmm, I think I remember saying I was ready to stay home for a while. But never mind:)
Meanwhile I have been painting like a crazy woman, working on art center tasks, cooking Hungarian goulash, and watching the grandchildren grow.
Today Roo's class enjoyed a field trip to a pumpkin patch. When Papa and I met her after school, she was loaded down with a backpack full of pumpkins. She insisted on wearing her pack to the car - quite a feat for that tiny little girl. I didn't think she could do it, but she was determined. What a kid.
When we met Buddy, we were sure he had grown since Thursday, so we made a new mark for him on the pantry door. He's grown over two inches since February. Impressive.
My other project is deciding on new upholstery fabric for the living room, balancing safety and courage. We'll see how that turns out.
I think I getting ready ton toss all my allergy meds. We'll see how that turns out, too. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
Friday, September 24, 2010
Encaustics in San Francisco
I'm in beautiful San Francisco doing my art thing - attending the International Encaustic Artists retreat. I bought two gorgeous new books, have heard inspiring talks and discussions, have met fellow encaustic artists, and will have an opportunity to tour studios on Sunday.
Tomorrow will be more meetings, a vendors room, and maybe a little time to run to Sax.
I hope to buy a new torch - not from Sax, obviously.
Very exciting.
San Francisco is amazingly warm! Hot even. This is the first time I have not felt very cold here! The weather is so nice tonight that other artists and I walked the several miles from China Town to our hotel. Beautiful!
I've been trying to eat mindfully. Not easy here.
Tomorrow will be more meetings, a vendors room, and maybe a little time to run to Sax.
I hope to buy a new torch - not from Sax, obviously.
Very exciting.
San Francisco is amazingly warm! Hot even. This is the first time I have not felt very cold here! The weather is so nice tonight that other artists and I walked the several miles from China Town to our hotel. Beautiful!
I've been trying to eat mindfully. Not easy here.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Done
The grant proposal is done - copied,collated, stapled. I'll deliver it tomorrow.
Then I think I will go have my toes done.
Now can I have my life back?
Then I think I will go have my toes done.
Now can I have my life back?
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Low Battery
Papa says his travel battery is low. That must mean it is time to head home. I think I am ready, too. I am eager to be back to my own bed, shower, couch, and kitchen - and most of all, family. I am ready for their hugs! I am ready to wear some other clothes, too. I am so tired of looking at myself wearing my few outfits over and over again. They will go to the back of the closet for a long rest.
We have had a great time in beautiful Prague: two chamber concerts, one opera, street musicians, two good museums, a fun cooking class, good food, and time with family. We visited a marionette studio, too. Oh, and a little shopping. Not much time to blog. And for wi-fi, I have to sit in the hall or in the lobby - not great for blogging.
I've been inspired by Mucha's art nouveau style and feel certain I will need to do work that will reflect that influence. I'll be eager to get my paint out to see what I can do. I have a show coming up in February, so I'm happy to have more ideas than I will ever be able to use.
And Papa and I will enjoy trying to duplicate goulash and dumplings without tutelage from Chef Martin.
I'll write more and include photos when I'm back in CA.
Tomorrow we'll fly to Frankfurt, then will have an eleven hour flight to San Francisco. Whew! A long time to sit!
Good bye Prague.
We have had a great time in beautiful Prague: two chamber concerts, one opera, street musicians, two good museums, a fun cooking class, good food, and time with family. We visited a marionette studio, too. Oh, and a little shopping. Not much time to blog. And for wi-fi, I have to sit in the hall or in the lobby - not great for blogging.
I've been inspired by Mucha's art nouveau style and feel certain I will need to do work that will reflect that influence. I'll be eager to get my paint out to see what I can do. I have a show coming up in February, so I'm happy to have more ideas than I will ever be able to use.
And Papa and I will enjoy trying to duplicate goulash and dumplings without tutelage from Chef Martin.
I'll write more and include photos when I'm back in CA.
Tomorrow we'll fly to Frankfurt, then will have an eleven hour flight to San Francisco. Whew! A long time to sit!
Good bye Prague.
Friday, August 27, 2010
Imagine
OK, think of it. You are floating down a canal in France with swans as escorts. Your very own French chef prepares meals for you, four family members, and seventeen friends - some of them new friends, some old. And these meals are grand. After the first two days, I decided that I could not possibly go through the whole week eating that way. Maybe I would skip dessert at lunch. And then that very day, the chef cooked up the best chocolate mousse I have ever tasted. So that was the end of that idea. And my clothes are tighter.
We enjoyed several shore excursions I'll try to tell you about later.
The AC was out in our cabins - bummer. And the weather was warm! hot, even. But we survived.
We were happy to leave the boat this morning and are in Prague, now. So far, great music, excellent food.
More later.
We enjoyed several shore excursions I'll try to tell you about later.
The AC was out in our cabins - bummer. And the weather was warm! hot, even. But we survived.
We were happy to leave the boat this morning and are in Prague, now. So far, great music, excellent food.
More later.
Friday, August 20, 2010
Shucks
OK, so I ordered a camera connector for my iPad so that I could download photos during the trip, saving space on my memory card as well as allowing me to post pictures on this blog.
Now that I have transferred my photos (that part is good) I see that the iPad edition of my blog post site doesn't have a button for adding photos. What??? Why is that? Don't those people know that you want to see my gorgeous pics of Strasbourg? Especially the more than gorgeous food we were served tonight? I have already had several of the best meals of my life on this trip and I wanted to share.
Also, my sisters and one brother-in-law have joined us. We are thrilled to be able to spend a lovely time with them. Other folks we know have arrived in Strasbourg, and we will meet the rest of our traveling coanions tomorrow- most of those are friends, too. I'd planned to show you pictures of all of us having a blast.
And I could've shown you a picture of my sore feet. We've enjoyed walking miles everyday; today was no exception. I increased my mileage by stopping in every little shop along our route. I didn't buy anything, but I am sure I will weaken soon. Actually, that's not true. I bought a fabulous art/decorating magazine this morning.
And yesterday I bought hand cream - but that doesn't count on today's tally. Years ago, a friend shared hand cream she had bought in France. I loved it, so made a mental note of the name. I'd looked since I'd arrived, then found a shop selling L'Ocitane at the train station in Paris - of all places! The shop keeper spoke no English, so I had to use my French to convey what I wanted. Yay! She understood and offered the very creme pour les mains that I was looking for. Way good.
So for now, unless I find a way or meet someone a lot smart than I, you will just have to use your imagination. Picture charming cobblestone streets, glorious flower boxes, charming bridges including one that turns to let sightseeing boats cruise through the canal that runs behind our hotel.
Now that I have transferred my photos (that part is good) I see that the iPad edition of my blog post site doesn't have a button for adding photos. What??? Why is that? Don't those people know that you want to see my gorgeous pics of Strasbourg? Especially the more than gorgeous food we were served tonight? I have already had several of the best meals of my life on this trip and I wanted to share.
Also, my sisters and one brother-in-law have joined us. We are thrilled to be able to spend a lovely time with them. Other folks we know have arrived in Strasbourg, and we will meet the rest of our traveling coanions tomorrow- most of those are friends, too. I'd planned to show you pictures of all of us having a blast.
And I could've shown you a picture of my sore feet. We've enjoyed walking miles everyday; today was no exception. I increased my mileage by stopping in every little shop along our route. I didn't buy anything, but I am sure I will weaken soon. Actually, that's not true. I bought a fabulous art/decorating magazine this morning.
And yesterday I bought hand cream - but that doesn't count on today's tally. Years ago, a friend shared hand cream she had bought in France. I loved it, so made a mental note of the name. I'd looked since I'd arrived, then found a shop selling L'Ocitane at the train station in Paris - of all places! The shop keeper spoke no English, so I had to use my French to convey what I wanted. Yay! She understood and offered the very creme pour les mains that I was looking for. Way good.
So for now, unless I find a way or meet someone a lot smart than I, you will just have to use your imagination. Picture charming cobblestone streets, glorious flower boxes, charming bridges including one that turns to let sightseeing boats cruise through the canal that runs behind our hotel.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
OOH LA LA
OH MY! Quelle difference! Now this hotel is nice! Spacious, stylish, and set in lovely Strasbourg. Of course getting here was "interesting." As usual.
Knowing we were clueless regarding procedures at the train station, we decided to leave our hotel two hours before our train was to leave Paris for Strasbourg. Good thing.
The drive took us through beautiful streets and the train station was a nice surprise: cute shops, good food, book store. But, of course signs could have been a bit more helpful:( I had made reservations online and the instructions said something like "just go to the self serve kiosk" to print your ticket. Right. I expected to see the sort one finds in an airport. Not. There were lots of little yellow things that said they were to exchange tickets. ??????
Usually I can watch others and figure things out (metro excluded), but, sadly, not today. There was a sign to an office that seemed like it might be the place to go, but I have to tell you the arrows pointed in weird directions. We'd follow them and get to more shops - not offices. So the office was hiding in plain sight and was the right place to go. Our ticket man didn't speak English, but, happily, I could tell him what we needed. Whew!
Signs for the trains were way better, and Papa figured out how to find ours. Good boy.
We ate delicious hot panini fromager. "Chaud!!!!!" the man warned as he handed over our sandwiches and beer. Not the beer - it was nice and cold.
We figured out how to stamp our tickets but had to ask how to find our train car. They were certainly not marked in a way we could figure out. Nothing new, huh?
Once on board we enjoyed wonderful seats and a smooth beautiful ride through the French countryside.
Hint: When at the train station in Strasbourg, don't accidentally enter a toilette as another customer is coming out. Wait. Let the door close. Drop 35€ into the slot, THEN enter. Otherwise you get disinfected. I am happy to say that it was Papa who learned this lesson.
The other lesson we learned today is that when you go into the Tobac store to buy a map, be sure to get one that has street names on it. What??? Really, now. No street names?
No matter. We found our hotel by walking down cute little cobblestone streets, bags wobbling behind us.
Papa just pronounced this shower way less quirky and wonderful.
Next dilemma....dinner. I'm sure we will manage. If there's food, we are sure to find it.
Knowing we were clueless regarding procedures at the train station, we decided to leave our hotel two hours before our train was to leave Paris for Strasbourg. Good thing.
The drive took us through beautiful streets and the train station was a nice surprise: cute shops, good food, book store. But, of course signs could have been a bit more helpful:( I had made reservations online and the instructions said something like "just go to the self serve kiosk" to print your ticket. Right. I expected to see the sort one finds in an airport. Not. There were lots of little yellow things that said they were to exchange tickets. ??????
Usually I can watch others and figure things out (metro excluded), but, sadly, not today. There was a sign to an office that seemed like it might be the place to go, but I have to tell you the arrows pointed in weird directions. We'd follow them and get to more shops - not offices. So the office was hiding in plain sight and was the right place to go. Our ticket man didn't speak English, but, happily, I could tell him what we needed. Whew!
Signs for the trains were way better, and Papa figured out how to find ours. Good boy.
We ate delicious hot panini fromager. "Chaud!!!!!" the man warned as he handed over our sandwiches and beer. Not the beer - it was nice and cold.
We figured out how to stamp our tickets but had to ask how to find our train car. They were certainly not marked in a way we could figure out. Nothing new, huh?
Once on board we enjoyed wonderful seats and a smooth beautiful ride through the French countryside.
Hint: When at the train station in Strasbourg, don't accidentally enter a toilette as another customer is coming out. Wait. Let the door close. Drop 35€ into the slot, THEN enter. Otherwise you get disinfected. I am happy to say that it was Papa who learned this lesson.
The other lesson we learned today is that when you go into the Tobac store to buy a map, be sure to get one that has street names on it. What??? Really, now. No street names?
No matter. We found our hotel by walking down cute little cobblestone streets, bags wobbling behind us.
Papa just pronounced this shower way less quirky and wonderful.
Next dilemma....dinner. I'm sure we will manage. If there's food, we are sure to find it.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Seulement en Paris
This morning we woke too early. When we thought it a decent hour to be out and about, we walked around the corner for a nice petit dejeuner. Shopkeepers were setting out their fresh food - fish, fruits, veggies, and meet. All were beautiful. Of course the figs caught my eye, and we bought about a dozen of them. I've eaten one.....too much other good food to eat.
We came back to the room to plan the day. I wanted to go to the Picasso museum and Papa didn't care. After the nice young woman at the front desk gave us extensive directions to the metro and which lines to take, we set out. Thank goodness the information lady at the metro station spoke English and had a good disposition. We knew where to go, but the ticket purchase machine was challenging! Recoverig from that embarrassment, we boarded the metro and followed our receptionist's direction, map in hand. We asked for directions a couple of times, just for reassurance. When the musee should have been within sight, we couldn't find it. So Papa asked a down -and -out looking fellow who said "ferme pour renover." Nah. couldn't be. I'd checked their website.
Somewhere along the way, we stopped for a delicious lunch - quiche for me, club sandwich for Papa. I decided my new mantra needs to be "You don't have to eat it all!" But I ate most of it.
We soldiered on and eventually found the museum ..........closed. We retraced, stopped for a beer for encouragement, and made our way back to the hotel. We walked at least five miles all totaled. We did have a plan B, but by the time we could have switched, we didn't care!
Back at the hotel, we both collapsed on our wonderful beds to rest. And woke a little before 8:00 PM!!!! We hurried to dress and walked down the street to Al Punjab for a spectacular Indian dinner. OMG! It was just the best!
So, no musee, but a fabulous day of people watching, window shopping, exercise, rest, great food, great weather - a good way to spend a day in Paris.
Tomorrow we take the train to Strasbourg, and I am looking forward to that ride as much as just about anything else on the trip - except for seeing family. I love to see the countryside.
Stay tuned.
We came back to the room to plan the day. I wanted to go to the Picasso museum and Papa didn't care. After the nice young woman at the front desk gave us extensive directions to the metro and which lines to take, we set out. Thank goodness the information lady at the metro station spoke English and had a good disposition. We knew where to go, but the ticket purchase machine was challenging! Recoverig from that embarrassment, we boarded the metro and followed our receptionist's direction, map in hand. We asked for directions a couple of times, just for reassurance. When the musee should have been within sight, we couldn't find it. So Papa asked a down -and -out looking fellow who said "ferme pour renover." Nah. couldn't be. I'd checked their website.
Somewhere along the way, we stopped for a delicious lunch - quiche for me, club sandwich for Papa. I decided my new mantra needs to be "You don't have to eat it all!" But I ate most of it.
We soldiered on and eventually found the museum ..........closed. We retraced, stopped for a beer for encouragement, and made our way back to the hotel. We walked at least five miles all totaled. We did have a plan B, but by the time we could have switched, we didn't care!
Back at the hotel, we both collapsed on our wonderful beds to rest. And woke a little before 8:00 PM!!!! We hurried to dress and walked down the street to Al Punjab for a spectacular Indian dinner. OMG! It was just the best!
So, no musee, but a fabulous day of people watching, window shopping, exercise, rest, great food, great weather - a good way to spend a day in Paris.
Tomorrow we take the train to Strasbourg, and I am looking forward to that ride as much as just about anything else on the trip - except for seeing family. I love to see the countryside.
Stay tuned.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Ah! Paris
France is a long way from California! We arrived saddle sore and sleep deprived, but happy to be here and see our friends Ray and Dianna who are now on their way home to California.
I won't make you suffer through the math, but we arrived in Paris about the time I would have been going to sleep at home. Since I was wide awake throughout the flight (Papa was having no trouble sleeping!), I was bleary eyed and bone weary by the time we located a wandering suitcase and took the shuttle to the hotel. After greeting Ray and Dianna and finalizing our dinner plans with them, we showered and napped. Ahhhh! Soooo much better!
And that shower? Very interesting. Let's just say it is way easier to spray the whole bathroom than one's body. That thing is wild, let me tell you. We haven't decided if we are brave enough to try it again this morning.
Dinner? Fabulous. We followed our map and our noses to find our restaurant - recommended to Dianna and Ray by friends of friends in CA. Once we had the restaurant in sight, we stopped at a cafe to share a bottle of wine, people watch, and share travel stories. Then our great dinner. The guys had salmon seasoned with sea salt - they said it was the best ever. Calamari, sardines, legume salad dishes were all good. I enjoyed my red snapper and Dianna liked her mystery fish. It looked like sole. Dessert was superb. I picked chocolate cake -similar to molten chocolate cake - with orange. Dianna picked a strawberry torte. Then decaf espresso.
Yum.
We turned in early and woke way too early. Now off to eat again and explore.
I won't make you suffer through the math, but we arrived in Paris about the time I would have been going to sleep at home. Since I was wide awake throughout the flight (Papa was having no trouble sleeping!), I was bleary eyed and bone weary by the time we located a wandering suitcase and took the shuttle to the hotel. After greeting Ray and Dianna and finalizing our dinner plans with them, we showered and napped. Ahhhh! Soooo much better!
And that shower? Very interesting. Let's just say it is way easier to spray the whole bathroom than one's body. That thing is wild, let me tell you. We haven't decided if we are brave enough to try it again this morning.
Dinner? Fabulous. We followed our map and our noses to find our restaurant - recommended to Dianna and Ray by friends of friends in CA. Once we had the restaurant in sight, we stopped at a cafe to share a bottle of wine, people watch, and share travel stories. Then our great dinner. The guys had salmon seasoned with sea salt - they said it was the best ever. Calamari, sardines, legume salad dishes were all good. I enjoyed my red snapper and Dianna liked her mystery fish. It looked like sole. Dessert was superb. I picked chocolate cake -similar to molten chocolate cake - with orange. Dianna picked a strawberry torte. Then decaf espresso.
Yum.
We turned in early and woke way too early. Now off to eat again and explore.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Outta Dodge
And off to gay Paris! We leave early in the morning to spend a couple of days in Paris. First we'll meet friends from California. They'll be on their way home after spending a month in France. After a little taste of Paris, we'll go by train to Strasbourg. We'll poke around there for a day or so before meeting our travel companions -including my sisters and one brother-in-law. We'll cruise a canal on a river boat, eat gourmet meals the chef prepares, take side trips to see the sights, hopefully walk some of those extra calories I take in, and enjoy good company. After that week of indulgence,we fly to Prague for different sights and flavors.
I'll post when I have wi-fi.
I'll post when I have wi-fi.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Red
This red is the color of several of my walls, so I decided to try it on this wall for a while. Red makes me happy.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Invisible!
Below is a real letter that I wrote to a real restaurant tonight. I've never done that before. As I look back at it, I think this might be the kind of letter ancient local citizens write to newspaper editors. Until now, I haven't put myself in that category. I hope this isn't confirmation of that club membership.
I've heard and read that seniors feel invisible. I don't usually experience that. I can recall a few times - not many. I am usually out in front, not sitting quietly. Maybe that's why. Tonight was radically different. Maybe that's why I needed to write the letter.
August 11, 2010
Dear Mr.Italian Restaurant Owner,
I have never written a letter to a restaurant, nor do I normally even fill out evaluation/feedback cards. But tonight, I think I should write to let you know about our experience.
My husband and I walked in about 7:45, I guess. A young man greeted us and invited us to sit anywhere we wanted. We chose a table for two, pretty much in the middle of the room, and sat down.
We sat there for ten or fifteen minutes, not really worrying about the time. We were not in a hurry. The young man who greeted us went to the back. Another waiter came out and seemed to be enjoying speaking Italian to a table by the door.
We waited. I was happy with my husband’s company, and not really concerned. Then three more tables filled. The Italian speaking waiter hurried to give them menus, fill their water glasses, chat at length with them, take their orders, and bring them bread. We sat. No service.
I tried to catch the waiter’s eyes. No luck. After quite some time, when one of the tables seated after us received salad orders, and all other tables had been attended, we were offered water. I had to ask for menus.
We finally ordered, and our wine and dinners were delicious. However, most of the tables seated after we were had finished eating by the time our entrées arrived. About half way through dinner, I asked for bread – we’d not been offered any.
We like your restaurant. We enjoy your food. We drove from Los Osos just to eat there tonight. Then we felt overlooked, even ignored.
We are seniors. Could this be why? All other patrons were twenty and thirty something. Are we invisible? We felt that way. Our waiter focused on younger patrons. He didn’t see us sitting there.
Should we go back? Aren’t we important?
Just thought you should know.
Gaga
I've heard and read that seniors feel invisible. I don't usually experience that. I can recall a few times - not many. I am usually out in front, not sitting quietly. Maybe that's why. Tonight was radically different. Maybe that's why I needed to write the letter.
August 11, 2010
Dear Mr.Italian Restaurant Owner,
I have never written a letter to a restaurant, nor do I normally even fill out evaluation/feedback cards. But tonight, I think I should write to let you know about our experience.
My husband and I walked in about 7:45, I guess. A young man greeted us and invited us to sit anywhere we wanted. We chose a table for two, pretty much in the middle of the room, and sat down.
We sat there for ten or fifteen minutes, not really worrying about the time. We were not in a hurry. The young man who greeted us went to the back. Another waiter came out and seemed to be enjoying speaking Italian to a table by the door.
We waited. I was happy with my husband’s company, and not really concerned. Then three more tables filled. The Italian speaking waiter hurried to give them menus, fill their water glasses, chat at length with them, take their orders, and bring them bread. We sat. No service.
I tried to catch the waiter’s eyes. No luck. After quite some time, when one of the tables seated after us received salad orders, and all other tables had been attended, we were offered water. I had to ask for menus.
We finally ordered, and our wine and dinners were delicious. However, most of the tables seated after we were had finished eating by the time our entrées arrived. About half way through dinner, I asked for bread – we’d not been offered any.
We like your restaurant. We enjoy your food. We drove from Los Osos just to eat there tonight. Then we felt overlooked, even ignored.
We are seniors. Could this be why? All other patrons were twenty and thirty something. Are we invisible? We felt that way. Our waiter focused on younger patrons. He didn’t see us sitting there.
Should we go back? Aren’t we important?
Just thought you should know.
Gaga
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
So......
I usually talk non-stop with my hairdresser. We just seem to have lots to talk about. Or maybe she doesn't say anything, and I just jabber away. I suspect that is the case
So today I sat down and she said, "So....." And so there I was talking away telling her all about my last few weeks: my visit to the Getty with my friend, all about Buddy and Roo, about phone and iPad technology, and the grant situation. We talked about a referral I sent her and the kid in the next chair who now has black and pink hair. He was there to get pink - it matched his pants.
Anyway, I have finished writing the grant narrative and can work on the appendices at a more leisurely pace. And another board member is helping work on a data profile. This means I won't have to work on vacation - except to ponder from time to time. I'll be able to work on my own stuff - writing, learning to use Keynote on my iPad, and reading ibooks. I now have a great little cover for the iPad, making it less slippery and more holdable.
Since I thought I was going to be buried in grant business, I packed for the European trip about ten days ago. I just have to throw in last minute things to be ready. Yay for that.
So here's my countdown checklist:
Make Paris airport shuttle reservation (tonight!!!!)
Shovel grant writing and Gaga School debris
from my work space
Do laundry
Scrub the litter box - oh, joy!
Enjoy Buddy and Roo's company tomorrow afternoon and Fri
Make scones for a Thursday tea
Cook for Gaga School graduation dinner Friday night
Keep up with email
Update the Art Center Facebook page
Get ready for and attend a meeting in another
town on Saturday afternoon
Mail out about thirty letters - really
Remember to pick up prescription
Remember to sleep
I'll let you know how it goes.
The good thing is that today I realized there is absolutely no way I can reach my desired pre-trip weight before next Monday. I give up. Since the situation is hopeless anyway, I can eat exactly what I want this week. If I outgrow my clothes in Europe, I'll by a caftan or something. I began this celebration with an amazing pulled pork sandwich. Yum - it was worth the consequences, whatever they may be.
On top of that, Papa served me a dimple of ice cream, later made popcorn and brought it to the studio to me, and has just walked in with what appears to be about a half a beer. I don't know what kind it is, but it is washing the popcorn down quite nicely. He knows when I am weak.
So........
If I can find enough hot spots, I'll blog about France and Prague.
So today I sat down and she said, "So....." And so there I was talking away telling her all about my last few weeks: my visit to the Getty with my friend, all about Buddy and Roo, about phone and iPad technology, and the grant situation. We talked about a referral I sent her and the kid in the next chair who now has black and pink hair. He was there to get pink - it matched his pants.
Anyway, I have finished writing the grant narrative and can work on the appendices at a more leisurely pace. And another board member is helping work on a data profile. This means I won't have to work on vacation - except to ponder from time to time. I'll be able to work on my own stuff - writing, learning to use Keynote on my iPad, and reading ibooks. I now have a great little cover for the iPad, making it less slippery and more holdable.
Since I thought I was going to be buried in grant business, I packed for the European trip about ten days ago. I just have to throw in last minute things to be ready. Yay for that.
So here's my countdown checklist:
Make Paris airport shuttle reservation (tonight!!!!)
Shovel grant writing and Gaga School debris
from my work space
Do laundry
Scrub the litter box - oh, joy!
Enjoy Buddy and Roo's company tomorrow afternoon and Fri
Make scones for a Thursday tea
Cook for Gaga School graduation dinner Friday night
Keep up with email
Update the Art Center Facebook page
Get ready for and attend a meeting in another
town on Saturday afternoon
Mail out about thirty letters - really
Remember to pick up prescription
Remember to sleep
I'll let you know how it goes.
The good thing is that today I realized there is absolutely no way I can reach my desired pre-trip weight before next Monday. I give up. Since the situation is hopeless anyway, I can eat exactly what I want this week. If I outgrow my clothes in Europe, I'll by a caftan or something. I began this celebration with an amazing pulled pork sandwich. Yum - it was worth the consequences, whatever they may be.
On top of that, Papa served me a dimple of ice cream, later made popcorn and brought it to the studio to me, and has just walked in with what appears to be about a half a beer. I don't know what kind it is, but it is washing the popcorn down quite nicely. He knows when I am weak.
So........
If I can find enough hot spots, I'll blog about France and Prague.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Do You Want to Know How Nuts I Am?
It is true. I am nuts. I have five thousand and one things to do, but last week I began writing a story that has been bubbling in me for years. Now it is exploding, bursting out. So every now and then I have to stop all my other projects and write.
It is 1:00AM and I have to be up at 8:15 for a busy day. And the grant needs attention.
Certifiable.
It is 1:00AM and I have to be up at 8:15 for a busy day. And the grant needs attention.
Certifiable.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Role Model - Again and More
A while back I posted about my new role model. Tonight as I was checking out how well the Art Center's new webmaster has optimized our new site, I came across said role model's website. Check it out. http://www.renadoud.com/Home_Page.html
I don't know when the picture was taken, but it can't be too old. She is 87,now. Even if the photo was taken a few years ago, you can get the idea. The photo makes her look like an average size person. She isn't - she's considerably under five feet. I can't be that small, ever, and I can't do push ups all day like she can, but I hope I can be almost as productive.
In my last post, I mentioned an upcoming trip to the LA area. The trip was fabulous; I spent time with a good friend and viewed some of the oldest and most famous encaustic art in the world. My friend wisely takes a small magnifying glass with her when she visits museums. With it I could see every little brushstroke in the encaustic work. Amazing.
Now I own a similar magnifying glass. I found it at the Getty Museum gift shop. I also bought a new silver ring to remind me of the trip, and I am enjoying wearing it.
Now that the little LA trip is over, it's time to plan for the big one to France and Prague. The biggest detail left to handle is transportation to our hotel from the airport in Paris. Gotta take care of that. And I need to find a raincoat to take. My raincoat is way to warm for summer.
So... I thought I was doing pretty well on our count down. Then yesterday, I received an email letting me know that a grant proposal I want to write is due Septmeber 17. And they just released the guidelines - yesterday. That means I will be out of the country for a good part of the time I have to write the grant. Sigh.
I may be working some on the trip. Retirement? What's that?
I don't know when the picture was taken, but it can't be too old. She is 87,now. Even if the photo was taken a few years ago, you can get the idea. The photo makes her look like an average size person. She isn't - she's considerably under five feet. I can't be that small, ever, and I can't do push ups all day like she can, but I hope I can be almost as productive.
In my last post, I mentioned an upcoming trip to the LA area. The trip was fabulous; I spent time with a good friend and viewed some of the oldest and most famous encaustic art in the world. My friend wisely takes a small magnifying glass with her when she visits museums. With it I could see every little brushstroke in the encaustic work. Amazing.
Now I own a similar magnifying glass. I found it at the Getty Museum gift shop. I also bought a new silver ring to remind me of the trip, and I am enjoying wearing it.
Now that the little LA trip is over, it's time to plan for the big one to France and Prague. The biggest detail left to handle is transportation to our hotel from the airport in Paris. Gotta take care of that. And I need to find a raincoat to take. My raincoat is way to warm for summer.
So... I thought I was doing pretty well on our count down. Then yesterday, I received an email letting me know that a grant proposal I want to write is due Septmeber 17. And they just released the guidelines - yesterday. That means I will be out of the country for a good part of the time I have to write the grant. Sigh.
I may be working some on the trip. Retirement? What's that?
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Catching Up
I'm horrified to see how long it's been since I've blogged. I will blame this on a busy schedule. And of course the busy schedule included reading several books and lots of playtime with my grandchildren. But I have, indeed, been busy. In addition to regular activities, we held our annual children's art class at the Art Center last week. I spent some time getting ready, then lots of time with the kids, then a couple of hours hanging their show. Though the class was rowdier than usual, I do think we provided all fourteen of the participants with an opportunity to learn and enjoy making art.
Buddy and I have been busy with Gaga School and Buddy and Roo were here for a sleepover last night. Activities were art projects, making various aircraft, a moth hunt, a pizza party, and cookie baking - and eating. Buddy helped read our bedtime story! Today was pancakes, eggs, and bacon for breakfast; reading; playing next door; and an excursion to Morro Bay to see the kids' art exhibit - with a stop for bubble gum ice cream.
Tonight I am finishing last minute tasks before leaving for LA to attend Pageant of the Masters and the Getty Villa. The Villa displays a few pieces of ancient encaustic art. I am very excited! And my friend and I will hit a couple of art supply stores. We could probably spend two days in those stores alone, but we need to be back by Thursday night.
Some of my chores tonight: dinner and wine with Papa; laundry, of course; buying a concert ticket for a July 24th event; buying a rail pass for my upcoming trip to France and Prague; writing my president's letter for the Art Center newsletter; and various other little business things for the Art Center. I have a few chores left to do. It's midnight, now. I hope to get to bed before it's too late!
I'll post a report of my trip this weekend.
Buddy and I have been busy with Gaga School and Buddy and Roo were here for a sleepover last night. Activities were art projects, making various aircraft, a moth hunt, a pizza party, and cookie baking - and eating. Buddy helped read our bedtime story! Today was pancakes, eggs, and bacon for breakfast; reading; playing next door; and an excursion to Morro Bay to see the kids' art exhibit - with a stop for bubble gum ice cream.
Tonight I am finishing last minute tasks before leaving for LA to attend Pageant of the Masters and the Getty Villa. The Villa displays a few pieces of ancient encaustic art. I am very excited! And my friend and I will hit a couple of art supply stores. We could probably spend two days in those stores alone, but we need to be back by Thursday night.
Some of my chores tonight: dinner and wine with Papa; laundry, of course; buying a concert ticket for a July 24th event; buying a rail pass for my upcoming trip to France and Prague; writing my president's letter for the Art Center newsletter; and various other little business things for the Art Center. I have a few chores left to do. It's midnight, now. I hope to get to bed before it's too late!
I'll post a report of my trip this weekend.
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Reading
I just finished reading my first book on my iPad.
First I need to tell you again how great my iPad is to use as a reader. Being of a certain age and having had cataract surgery, I need bright light to read comfortably. The iPad solves that problem! Amazing.
And I need to comment on the book, The Help. I thought it was intriguing and moving. Friends have seemed to be less impressed than I. I wonder if that is because the story doesn't seem as real to them as it does to me. I lived in Alabama during the years the events were to have taken place - not far from Jackson,MS. I believe that by the time in which the story was set, few young women had maids that worked for them every day. The story is otherwise believable and important. It asks the reader to examine prejudices and a culture in which we lacked awareness of the oppression suffered by black men and women. The story brings a new awareness of the biases of the community in which I was raised.
A few weeks before my daughter was born, I hired a black woman to help me. In those days women were ordered not to climb stairs for several weeks after delivery. My washer and dryer were down very steep stairs, so I wanted Easter Pearl to come before the baby came to learn the ropes. Then she came a few times afterward to do laundry. On one of those days I made sandwiches for both of us and set the kitchen table for two. I never managed to get her to sit down at that table with me.
First I need to tell you again how great my iPad is to use as a reader. Being of a certain age and having had cataract surgery, I need bright light to read comfortably. The iPad solves that problem! Amazing.
And I need to comment on the book, The Help. I thought it was intriguing and moving. Friends have seemed to be less impressed than I. I wonder if that is because the story doesn't seem as real to them as it does to me. I lived in Alabama during the years the events were to have taken place - not far from Jackson,MS. I believe that by the time in which the story was set, few young women had maids that worked for them every day. The story is otherwise believable and important. It asks the reader to examine prejudices and a culture in which we lacked awareness of the oppression suffered by black men and women. The story brings a new awareness of the biases of the community in which I was raised.
A few weeks before my daughter was born, I hired a black woman to help me. In those days women were ordered not to climb stairs for several weeks after delivery. My washer and dryer were down very steep stairs, so I wanted Easter Pearl to come before the baby came to learn the ropes. Then she came a few times afterward to do laundry. On one of those days I made sandwiches for both of us and set the kitchen table for two. I never managed to get her to sit down at that table with me.
So
So, a few months ago I thought I wanted an iPad. And of course I can't say I needed one. I just wanted one. But I felt stupid and selfish and spoiled. What was I thinking?
But I asked around and researched online. I heard or read everything from "I wouldn't have one!" to "Cool" to "Why in the world do you want one?"
Well I wanted to use it as a reader, to stream movies, and email when I travel. And maybe check facebook when I travel. I just wanted to be able to stay in touch and entertain myself on long trips - the "in touch" part being the most important. And there are several great art apps I wanted to try.
The biggest drawback I heard was the backlit screen. I heard it was awful.
After trying to email from Hawaii via cell phone, I was ready to toss my current phone in the ocean. To stay in touch on a trip,I needed to either buy a smarter phone or a netbook or iPad or......whatever.
Yesterday Papa and I went looking. I narrowed phones down to an iPhone - ease of use being the most important factor.
So then I looked at iPads.
Oh, wow!
Now I have one!
The best feature so far? Reading books with the back light! I love love love it.
So:)
But I asked around and researched online. I heard or read everything from "I wouldn't have one!" to "Cool" to "Why in the world do you want one?"
Well I wanted to use it as a reader, to stream movies, and email when I travel. And maybe check facebook when I travel. I just wanted to be able to stay in touch and entertain myself on long trips - the "in touch" part being the most important. And there are several great art apps I wanted to try.
The biggest drawback I heard was the backlit screen. I heard it was awful.
After trying to email from Hawaii via cell phone, I was ready to toss my current phone in the ocean. To stay in touch on a trip,I needed to either buy a smarter phone or a netbook or iPad or......whatever.
Yesterday Papa and I went looking. I narrowed phones down to an iPhone - ease of use being the most important factor.
So then I looked at iPads.
Oh, wow!
Now I have one!
The best feature so far? Reading books with the back light! I love love love it.
So:)
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Home Again
A couple of months ago, Papa experienced an attack of nostalgia. As a boy, he'd lived in Hawaii; he thinks of that year or so as the best period of his childhood and wanted to go back for old time's sake. So he planned an adventure and allowed the rest of the family - including the "other" grandma - to tag along.
Our trip began well. We drove from home to San Francisco and stumbled into an amazing restaurant for dinner - the highlight being the Taylor port tasting my daughter enjoyed. I know it doesn't seem unusual to find a good restaurant in San Francisco, but this one was in a funky location next to our airport hotel. Nice surprise and an auspicious beginning to our vacation.
I'd been just a tiny bit concerned about the house we'd rented - sight unseen, of course. I knew it was ninety years old and could see from a video that it was time worn and well loved. I could also see that the back lanai ended just a few feet from the ocean, offering incredible views. For us, the house was just right. Though it showed its age, it accommodated all seven of us. And our beds were comfortable, the linens were nice, the sunrises were incomparable, and the kitchen was adequate and well stocked. We loved eating on the front lanai and lounging by the ocean on the back one. I fantasized living there and remodeling.
We all also fantasized buying a house in the same neighborhood - until we discovered that a nice beachfront home down the street listed for seven million.
Papa fulfilled his need to see his old house and elementary school and poke around Lanikai. We visited the sea aquarium in Honolulu and took a short sight seeing drive, but mostly we just made the most of our little spot there. We even cooked all our meals but one. I didn't even shop. I read, looked at the view, played with the kids, visited with the other grown-ups, knitted a little, and cooked, And ate. Don't I always manage to eat? Oh, and Roo learned to knit! Buddy and Papa fished at six o'clock every night, and son-in-law took advantage of the full moon and the kayaks. Other grandma read, knitted, snorkeled, enjoyed the kids, and washed lots of dishes.
At the beginning of our stay, I felt chilly and a bit disappointed that I wasn't warmer; but by the end of our week, the temperature met my expectations. The temperature combined with the luau we threw on the last night made leaving difficult.
For Roo, a luau (she says Lu How and we didn't correct her - she's so cute saying it her way) requires a grass skirt, coconut boobs, and a real coconut. We all thought we should have leis. I wanted candles, pineapple, Hawaiian music, and my son-in-laws margaritas. Yes, I know that's not right. But you'd have to taste those margaritas. They seemed to work - tropical, I guess - and we already had the fixings. And they are just the best. Our shoppers (not me) managed to find everything we needed, Papa showed off his coconut busting skills, and daughter found great mood-setting music on her laptop. Flowers other grandma gleaned from a walk through the neighborhood added to the decor. Hawaii offered the warmest night of the trip and a giant, orange, full moon.
Our appetizers were pigs in a blanket because Papa had bought them for the kids early in the week and we had lots of those left in the freezer. I made a honey mustard sauce for dipping them. And cut up a fresh pineapple, using the top to help decorate the table - Roo said we needed that, too. For dinner we served pork, tropical sweet potatoes topped with coconut, beans and rice (because it seemed like a good idea and I had lots of rice and a can of black beans)and zucchini. Dessert was mango sorbet and Hagen Das toasted coconut ice cream. And chocolate covered macadamia nuts.
I was almost misty on luau night - watching the girls dance by the light of the moon, seeing Buddy relish romping and catching anoles in his new red net, hearing the week's snorkeling tales, enjoying the communion of family, and already thinking about returning to Los Osos' cool weather. We all wanted to stay.
But we managed to tear ourselves away, and now home seems just fine. Chilly, yes. But home, nevertheless. We may go back, though.
Pictures later:)
Our trip began well. We drove from home to San Francisco and stumbled into an amazing restaurant for dinner - the highlight being the Taylor port tasting my daughter enjoyed. I know it doesn't seem unusual to find a good restaurant in San Francisco, but this one was in a funky location next to our airport hotel. Nice surprise and an auspicious beginning to our vacation.
I'd been just a tiny bit concerned about the house we'd rented - sight unseen, of course. I knew it was ninety years old and could see from a video that it was time worn and well loved. I could also see that the back lanai ended just a few feet from the ocean, offering incredible views. For us, the house was just right. Though it showed its age, it accommodated all seven of us. And our beds were comfortable, the linens were nice, the sunrises were incomparable, and the kitchen was adequate and well stocked. We loved eating on the front lanai and lounging by the ocean on the back one. I fantasized living there and remodeling.
We all also fantasized buying a house in the same neighborhood - until we discovered that a nice beachfront home down the street listed for seven million.
Papa fulfilled his need to see his old house and elementary school and poke around Lanikai. We visited the sea aquarium in Honolulu and took a short sight seeing drive, but mostly we just made the most of our little spot there. We even cooked all our meals but one. I didn't even shop. I read, looked at the view, played with the kids, visited with the other grown-ups, knitted a little, and cooked, And ate. Don't I always manage to eat? Oh, and Roo learned to knit! Buddy and Papa fished at six o'clock every night, and son-in-law took advantage of the full moon and the kayaks. Other grandma read, knitted, snorkeled, enjoyed the kids, and washed lots of dishes.
At the beginning of our stay, I felt chilly and a bit disappointed that I wasn't warmer; but by the end of our week, the temperature met my expectations. The temperature combined with the luau we threw on the last night made leaving difficult.
For Roo, a luau (she says Lu How and we didn't correct her - she's so cute saying it her way) requires a grass skirt, coconut boobs, and a real coconut. We all thought we should have leis. I wanted candles, pineapple, Hawaiian music, and my son-in-laws margaritas. Yes, I know that's not right. But you'd have to taste those margaritas. They seemed to work - tropical, I guess - and we already had the fixings. And they are just the best. Our shoppers (not me) managed to find everything we needed, Papa showed off his coconut busting skills, and daughter found great mood-setting music on her laptop. Flowers other grandma gleaned from a walk through the neighborhood added to the decor. Hawaii offered the warmest night of the trip and a giant, orange, full moon.
Our appetizers were pigs in a blanket because Papa had bought them for the kids early in the week and we had lots of those left in the freezer. I made a honey mustard sauce for dipping them. And cut up a fresh pineapple, using the top to help decorate the table - Roo said we needed that, too. For dinner we served pork, tropical sweet potatoes topped with coconut, beans and rice (because it seemed like a good idea and I had lots of rice and a can of black beans)and zucchini. Dessert was mango sorbet and Hagen Das toasted coconut ice cream. And chocolate covered macadamia nuts.
I was almost misty on luau night - watching the girls dance by the light of the moon, seeing Buddy relish romping and catching anoles in his new red net, hearing the week's snorkeling tales, enjoying the communion of family, and already thinking about returning to Los Osos' cool weather. We all wanted to stay.
But we managed to tear ourselves away, and now home seems just fine. Chilly, yes. But home, nevertheless. We may go back, though.
Pictures later:)
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Photos, Etc.
Roo's birthday was on the 8th. I've mentioned how beautiful the day was and what a wonderful party we had on the 6th. See?
Then we enjoyed a family celebration on the 8th. Here's how Roo looked that day.
Here she is a few days later enjoying the swimsuit from her cousin and the mermaid flippers from her great aunt!
And since I haven't included Buddy, here's a picture of him from Roo's party.
A few days ago, Buddy and Roo experienced a little hair emergency. It involved scissors, a few minutes of unsupervised time, and a rushed trip to the hairdresser. So the next pictures you see of Roo will be quite different, but still beautiful.
Now we are all in pre-travel rush-around-like-crazy mode. I have events all day tomorrow. And I do need to pack. Several days ago, I put my new swimsuit and underwear in my suitcase. I stuffed a night shirt in today. Almost ready to go!
I'll post pictures when I'm home - after the 28th.
I can't close this edition of my "journey" without talking about my time with Buddy and Roo this afternoon. What a nice time we had! Both kids finished encaustic paintings, and Buddy made a little book and two lovely little drawings of Hawaii.
The book is adorable and is titled "The Giant Fart." The illustrations are extremely clever, and, in the end, we discover a whale was the offender. I was instructed to write in the text he needed help with. We talked about the fact that maybe at school he couldn't use this topic. He agreed.
Today was his last day in first grade and Roo's last in pre-school! How can they be so old? Me, too!
Then we enjoyed a family celebration on the 8th. Here's how Roo looked that day.
Here she is a few days later enjoying the swimsuit from her cousin and the mermaid flippers from her great aunt!
And since I haven't included Buddy, here's a picture of him from Roo's party.
A few days ago, Buddy and Roo experienced a little hair emergency. It involved scissors, a few minutes of unsupervised time, and a rushed trip to the hairdresser. So the next pictures you see of Roo will be quite different, but still beautiful.
Now we are all in pre-travel rush-around-like-crazy mode. I have events all day tomorrow. And I do need to pack. Several days ago, I put my new swimsuit and underwear in my suitcase. I stuffed a night shirt in today. Almost ready to go!
I'll post pictures when I'm home - after the 28th.
I can't close this edition of my "journey" without talking about my time with Buddy and Roo this afternoon. What a nice time we had! Both kids finished encaustic paintings, and Buddy made a little book and two lovely little drawings of Hawaii.
The book is adorable and is titled "The Giant Fart." The illustrations are extremely clever, and, in the end, we discover a whale was the offender. I was instructed to write in the text he needed help with. We talked about the fact that maybe at school he couldn't use this topic. He agreed.
Today was his last day in first grade and Roo's last in pre-school! How can they be so old? Me, too!
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Party Time
I have been busy working on our art center website, but have done my share, now,and have passed it on to others. So I think I will kick back and enjoy a little down time. I have meetings tomorrow, but, by and large, I have a mostly social week coming up.
To begin, Papa and I attended our kick-off party for our new round of gourmet club dinners. Check out these photos.
http://gallery.me.com/raydi2#100476
Papa is in the first photo and throughout. I somehow missed the camera. I took the "yummy warm dip" - a spinach, heart of palm, and cheese concoction. And it was yummy.
I am looking forward to brunch with my daughter on Tuesday and lots of girlfriend and daughter time on Friday.
Then on Saturday, we leave for Hawaii with daughter, son-in-law, Roo and Buddy, and the other grandma! I'm looking forward to warm breezes and lots of cooking, eating, and relaxing with family.
To begin, Papa and I attended our kick-off party for our new round of gourmet club dinners. Check out these photos.
http://gallery.me.com/raydi2#100476
Papa is in the first photo and throughout. I somehow missed the camera. I took the "yummy warm dip" - a spinach, heart of palm, and cheese concoction. And it was yummy.
I am looking forward to brunch with my daughter on Tuesday and lots of girlfriend and daughter time on Friday.
Then on Saturday, we leave for Hawaii with daughter, son-in-law, Roo and Buddy, and the other grandma! I'm looking forward to warm breezes and lots of cooking, eating, and relaxing with family.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Roo's Five and Other Pleasures
Yep.....Five! Imagine that. We celebrated with friends at a park/pizza party on Sunday. What a great idea that was! Scads of kids, almost as many parents, great weather, beautiful park, creek, play equipment, and loads of pizza delivered right to the playground. I took a huge bowl of fresh strawberries - the kind that can be had only in this part of California. Daughter made fresh salsa to go with chips and took fresh carrots, too. Beer, pop, juice, water and sunshine rounded out the party.
Then today, the real birthday, we held the family celebration at our house. Reese likes salmon, brown rice, beans, plums, and carrots. And cake and home made ice cream. (Daughter bought the cake and made the ice cream, not me.) So that was the menu. I have to say that Papa grills the best salmon in the world, so I was happy with the choice. I roasted asparagus for the grownups and noticed that the kids even ate a little! Oh, I forgot the biscuits I made. They turned out well. And the best part of that is that I get to eat one with apple butter from Nashville, IN in the morning. Oh!!!!!! Can't wait. We drank good wine with dinner, bragged on the kids, opened great gifts.... all good.
After the kids left, we turned on the TV and watched election returns to discover that my candidates won their primaries. More good.
Earlier in the day, I had my hair colored and cut, pierced an ear, and bought more bark for the back yard. I spread the bark before cooking, then later commanded the family to admire the landscape and tell me it is wonderful. It is:) Tomato and squash plants look really good. Baby squash and tomatoes are visible, now. It won't be long before we can add them to the menu.
Today was just a really good day.
Then today, the real birthday, we held the family celebration at our house. Reese likes salmon, brown rice, beans, plums, and carrots. And cake and home made ice cream. (Daughter bought the cake and made the ice cream, not me.) So that was the menu. I have to say that Papa grills the best salmon in the world, so I was happy with the choice. I roasted asparagus for the grownups and noticed that the kids even ate a little! Oh, I forgot the biscuits I made. They turned out well. And the best part of that is that I get to eat one with apple butter from Nashville, IN in the morning. Oh!!!!!! Can't wait. We drank good wine with dinner, bragged on the kids, opened great gifts.... all good.
After the kids left, we turned on the TV and watched election returns to discover that my candidates won their primaries. More good.
Earlier in the day, I had my hair colored and cut, pierced an ear, and bought more bark for the back yard. I spread the bark before cooking, then later commanded the family to admire the landscape and tell me it is wonderful. It is:) Tomato and squash plants look really good. Baby squash and tomatoes are visible, now. It won't be long before we can add them to the menu.
Today was just a really good day.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Worthy
A while back I wrote about my new role model, an 87 year old artist friend. A few days after I blogged about her, I learned that she can do push ups "all day" and that she is active in a Pilates class, putting women almost fifty years her junior to shame.
Then, on Memorial Day, she worked at the Art in the Park festival our art association sponsors. Volunteers spend four hours running around giving vendors potty/lunch breaks. Some volunteers are more energetic than others. Some sit more than circulate. My role model, of course, circulated. All afternoon. She rarely sat.
I am way impressed! Imagine. Eighty-seven and still willing and able. I know that I was tired when I got home. I hope she felt at least a little weary. Otherwise, she is beyond anything I can try to emulate.
Then, on Memorial Day, she worked at the Art in the Park festival our art association sponsors. Volunteers spend four hours running around giving vendors potty/lunch breaks. Some volunteers are more energetic than others. Some sit more than circulate. My role model, of course, circulated. All afternoon. She rarely sat.
I am way impressed! Imagine. Eighty-seven and still willing and able. I know that I was tired when I got home. I hope she felt at least a little weary. Otherwise, she is beyond anything I can try to emulate.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
I'm Happy
This is a small encaustic piece, Largo, that's just been accepted into the area Oil, Pastel, and Acrylic Group juried Brustrokes show. OPAG, thankfully, includes encaustics as well as mixed media in their group. The organization is part of San Luis Obispo Museum of Art, but the exhibit will be hung at Art Center Morro Bay in late July.
I enjoyed creating this piece - in part because I've included violin scores from one of Mother's old books. I've used her music several times, but this is one of the more successful results. As you can probably see, the painting was done on four permanently joined wood panels.
I'll be eager to see what else is in the show.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Writers Group
My writing group meets at my house tonight. Somehow lately I haven't made much time to write. But here's my stab at following a prompt I gave the group:
Summer Tapestry
Threads of light weave
A tapestry of red, orange and blue
Through the morning sky
Yielding as streams of hot yellow
Bake the homeward path
I walk at mid-day
And after bold blue splashes
Soak lawns, gardens, porches
And children in the afternoon
I hear crickets serenade
And train whistles moan
As they travel through black night
Until scents of purple clematis
Float through my window
And I sleep with sighs of satisfaction
Obviously - at least to those who know about summers in SC - Summer Tapestry prompted thoughts of the beach.
Beach Music
Waves play the cords
And seabirds squawk their tunes
While my feet beat a rhythm
In rough sand
Crunching tiny shells
Yes, humming along
In accompaniment to
Music of the shore
I'm not sure that these poems are done. Are they ever? More than likely I will work on them some more, perhaps not before the meeting.
Summer Tapestry
Threads of light weave
A tapestry of red, orange and blue
Through the morning sky
Yielding as streams of hot yellow
Bake the homeward path
I walk at mid-day
And after bold blue splashes
Soak lawns, gardens, porches
And children in the afternoon
I hear crickets serenade
And train whistles moan
As they travel through black night
Until scents of purple clematis
Float through my window
And I sleep with sighs of satisfaction
Obviously - at least to those who know about summers in SC - Summer Tapestry prompted thoughts of the beach.
Beach Music
Waves play the cords
And seabirds squawk their tunes
While my feet beat a rhythm
In rough sand
Crunching tiny shells
Yes, humming along
In accompaniment to
Music of the shore
I'm not sure that these poems are done. Are they ever? More than likely I will work on them some more, perhaps not before the meeting.
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Internet - Crazy!
I've tried to convince Papa that anyone can find us at anytime, now. Unlike me, he likes to maintain privacy. While I do certainly understand and respect his wishes, I have insisted that some of his efforts are in vain.
Today's example: I bought a kitten for Roo at the pet store. Because the shop owner and I spent too much time gabbing about how wonderful the kitten is, what food she eats, etc., I left without her vaccination information. Neither of us thought of it. Susie, the shop owner, was worried that we didn't have the info. From my name on my credit card, she looked me up on the internet and showed up at my door - papers in hand. Proved two thing - Susie is great and I am right. And I do love to be right.
I should also mention that Susie knew she would see me soon. The store is just down the street, right next to the great local bakery, Carlocks, and in the same shopping center where we go for groceries, haircuts, hardware, wrapping paper.....most everything except clothes. I take Buddy and Roo in at least once a week, and my daughter takes them in often, too. Susie sells the food Buddy needs for all his critters and her store is the next thing to heaven for a little guy who loves all creatures. Susie has a corn snake he really loves right now. So it wasn't like she couldn't give the info to us next week.
Anyway - back to the internet. Tonight I was playing around on the web to see if Art Center Morro Bay pops up more than it used to. I've been trying to create more internet visibility. Of course in doing that my name popped up more often than it used to. I found this http://kitchen-center-small-appliances.com-02.com/omega-kitchen-appliances/page/270/ (Sorry - Blogspot doesn't want to let me do the click here thing.)
I was amazed to find an article about last summer's show written by someone I don't know or know about. Interesting. Amazing.
One of my efforts at Art Center visibility is at www.arthash.com. Check that out.
Roo went to the doctor this morning to be diagnosed with strep throat. Poor Roo. But the kitten and drugs are helping.
Today's example: I bought a kitten for Roo at the pet store. Because the shop owner and I spent too much time gabbing about how wonderful the kitten is, what food she eats, etc., I left without her vaccination information. Neither of us thought of it. Susie, the shop owner, was worried that we didn't have the info. From my name on my credit card, she looked me up on the internet and showed up at my door - papers in hand. Proved two thing - Susie is great and I am right. And I do love to be right.
I should also mention that Susie knew she would see me soon. The store is just down the street, right next to the great local bakery, Carlocks, and in the same shopping center where we go for groceries, haircuts, hardware, wrapping paper.....most everything except clothes. I take Buddy and Roo in at least once a week, and my daughter takes them in often, too. Susie sells the food Buddy needs for all his critters and her store is the next thing to heaven for a little guy who loves all creatures. Susie has a corn snake he really loves right now. So it wasn't like she couldn't give the info to us next week.
Anyway - back to the internet. Tonight I was playing around on the web to see if Art Center Morro Bay pops up more than it used to. I've been trying to create more internet visibility. Of course in doing that my name popped up more often than it used to. I found this http://kitchen-center-small-appliances.com-02.com/omega-kitchen-appliances/page/270/ (Sorry - Blogspot doesn't want to let me do the click here thing.)
I was amazed to find an article about last summer's show written by someone I don't know or know about. Interesting. Amazing.
One of my efforts at Art Center visibility is at www.arthash.com. Check that out.
Roo went to the doctor this morning to be diagnosed with strep throat. Poor Roo. But the kitten and drugs are helping.
Friday, May 21, 2010
Head Tornado
Poor Roo. Abut mid-day today she said her throat was sore and she had a headache. Then she said she was cold. She is NEVER cold. Then she crashed on the couch and showed no interest in her cupcake. Ooooh. Bad sign.
She woke with a fever. Later, when she was feeling a little better, she said she had a tornado in her head. She said storms in the head are really bad.
Tonight the wind sounds almost strong enough to be a tornado.
She woke with a fever. Later, when she was feeling a little better, she said she had a tornado in her head. She said storms in the head are really bad.
Tonight the wind sounds almost strong enough to be a tornado.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Monday, May 17, 2010
Trying Not To
So, every now an then I write a whiny post about gaining weight. I try not to do it very often. Actually, I eat mindfully, exercise, and make an effort not to even think about weight on an average day.
But sometimes heavy thoughts sneak up on me. Today was one of those times. I was invited to a clothes party - think Tupperware concept. I thought about declining the invitation, but my friend seemed to want me to come even if I didn't buy anything. Last time I went to one of those, that hostess seemed miffed that all I bought was a belt. I didn't want that scenario again.
I picked up a friend and drove up the coast to the party. I'd skipped lunch because I knew the hostess would serve excellent food. Of course she did. We all nibbled, talked recipes,then viewed the collection.
Most of the clothes were not the kind of clothes I like or can wear. But I saw a few pieces that appealed to me - all tops. Well, everyone of those vests or jackets hit at a place that showed off the biggest part of me. Our family tends to sport bubble butts. And when we age and gain, they get bigger, with a shelf effect. I hate it.
I could have bought one cute bomber style jacket that had a ruffled front. Sounds weird, but it was cute - except from my backside. To feel better, I ate a brownie. I didn't feel better, but I really enjoyed the killer brownie.
This morning I had begun a closet purge - a chore I'd been putting off. When I came home I returned to the task, going through the pile of clothes I needed to try on. Lo and behold! All the clothes I thought were questionable fit!!! Praise be!
So all is not as bad as I feared. I decided closet shopping is way better than shopping in the wrong place.
But sometimes heavy thoughts sneak up on me. Today was one of those times. I was invited to a clothes party - think Tupperware concept. I thought about declining the invitation, but my friend seemed to want me to come even if I didn't buy anything. Last time I went to one of those, that hostess seemed miffed that all I bought was a belt. I didn't want that scenario again.
I picked up a friend and drove up the coast to the party. I'd skipped lunch because I knew the hostess would serve excellent food. Of course she did. We all nibbled, talked recipes,then viewed the collection.
Most of the clothes were not the kind of clothes I like or can wear. But I saw a few pieces that appealed to me - all tops. Well, everyone of those vests or jackets hit at a place that showed off the biggest part of me. Our family tends to sport bubble butts. And when we age and gain, they get bigger, with a shelf effect. I hate it.
I could have bought one cute bomber style jacket that had a ruffled front. Sounds weird, but it was cute - except from my backside. To feel better, I ate a brownie. I didn't feel better, but I really enjoyed the killer brownie.
This morning I had begun a closet purge - a chore I'd been putting off. When I came home I returned to the task, going through the pile of clothes I needed to try on. Lo and behold! All the clothes I thought were questionable fit!!! Praise be!
So all is not as bad as I feared. I decided closet shopping is way better than shopping in the wrong place.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Celebrating seven - again
Last night, we gathered again at my daughter's house for Buddy to celebrate his birthday with friends. His friends? All little girls who are willing to hunt bugs with him on the school playground. Daughter picked them all up at school. Papa and I and parents came later for sliders, fruit, salad, beans, potato salad, and cake - of course. Sunday's celebration was a quiet family one. Last night was the opposite. Lots of boisterous play - well mannered chaos, if that makes sense. The daughter and son-in-law seemed to have survived nicely. I enjoyed watching the kids and eating - and eating. All good.
We took the fruit salad. That effort was almost thwarted by our nutty dog. Long story. We did make it there with salad. All's well that ends well, I suppose.
The cool part is that for favors Buddy gave each departing friend a just-hatched praying mantis and a flower planting kit. With little pots that kids could decorate. How cool is that?
Today was a fun day with Roo, then the two of them for the afternoon. Beads and baking with Roo,and both playing with a neighbor friend in the afternoon. Nature walk, too.
This week-end they are off on a trip to a bug pavilion - still celebrating seven years.
I think I will farm tomorrow morning, then have a pedicure.
This is where the bug fair is this weekend: http://www.nhm.org/site/activities-programs/bug-fair
We took the fruit salad. That effort was almost thwarted by our nutty dog. Long story. We did make it there with salad. All's well that ends well, I suppose.
The cool part is that for favors Buddy gave each departing friend a just-hatched praying mantis and a flower planting kit. With little pots that kids could decorate. How cool is that?
Today was a fun day with Roo, then the two of them for the afternoon. Beads and baking with Roo,and both playing with a neighbor friend in the afternoon. Nature walk, too.
This week-end they are off on a trip to a bug pavilion - still celebrating seven years.
I think I will farm tomorrow morning, then have a pedicure.
This is where the bug fair is this weekend: http://www.nhm.org/site/activities-programs/bug-fair
Monday, May 10, 2010
Honoring Mother
Yesterday, I wanted my post to reflect the here and now, so I talked about the Mother's Day celebration for my daughter and me and our celebration of Buddy's birthday. But I also want to honor my mother and pay tribute to the example she was. Please click on February posts to read all about her. She was really something!
This year marked 99 years since her birth. She lived a full and active life until her death at 95. She died within a few days of Mother's Day in 2006.
This year marked 99 years since her birth. She lived a full and active life until her death at 95. She died within a few days of Mother's Day in 2006.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Nice Celebration
Not only is today Mother's Day, but it is my grandson's birthday. We gathered tonight to celebrate both. We opened gifts, then went to dinner. What fun!
Thanks everyone.
Gaga and Buddy at our Mother's Day/Birthday Dinner - I love this sweet boy!
Beautiful Daughter - I am so proud of the woman she has become, and especially proud of the mother she is.
Beautiful Granddaughter - I like the way she enjoyed her brother's birthday. She was affectionate, helped open gifts, and didn't seem jealous. Very good for almost five.
Daughter and Buddy - This photo makes my heart sing.
Buddy at Birthday Festivities - Presents to open and a caterpillar to show off. I like the way he shared with his sister tonight. And I loved the way he said thank-you for all his gifts.
Thanks everyone.
Gaga and Buddy at our Mother's Day/Birthday Dinner - I love this sweet boy!
Beautiful Daughter - I am so proud of the woman she has become, and especially proud of the mother she is.
Beautiful Granddaughter - I like the way she enjoyed her brother's birthday. She was affectionate, helped open gifts, and didn't seem jealous. Very good for almost five.
Daughter and Buddy - This photo makes my heart sing.
Buddy at Birthday Festivities - Presents to open and a caterpillar to show off. I like the way he shared with his sister tonight. And I loved the way he said thank-you for all his gifts.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Now That's Better!
Cable guy came this morning - early even. So Roo and I enjoyed the new TV for a while. Now that we have the new one, I can't imagine dealing with the discarded one! The picture and sound are both sooooo much better - luxurious even. I am amazed. I thought it was my eyes that were dim, not the TV. But now I can read the guide waaaaay better. Whoa!
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Shiny and New?
So... my studio TV developed a hum louder than the tinnitus in my left ear. And that is very loud. We'd been putting off replacing the old thing because we are cheap. I think that TV is the one Papa bought for his office years ago and then I used for playing instructional videos at the Needle Niche. It had a built in tape player.
A few nights ago, Papa was working at his desk and became so annoyed by the hum he asked me to turn off the TV (Yes I control the remote in the studio!) Well, that's not good! How can I have the TV on for company while I paint? I don't usually watch - but listen - to HGTV or the Food Network. I look up for the good parts. I also use my TV for Roo to watch DVDs. And I confess, the noise was bugging Roo and me, too.
Since we had to go into town today, I suggested we stop by Costco for a new TV. We did that, and I have a large high def Sony atop the file cabinets. We also went to the cable company to pick up a HD cable box. All good? Not. There is a dialog box on my screen that reads, "Your EXPLORER settop is NOT AUTHORIZED for use. Please call xxx xxx xxxx."
How aggravating is that? I think the cable box is faulty. The cable company has already sent a new signal to it twice - to no avail. They say they will have to come to the house to fix it. I made an appointment for tomorrow.
Meanwhile, tonight I'll have to watch Idol downstairs. It's the only program I regularly watch. Papa will be sad to switch from his "news" programs.
Disappointed:(
On the bright side, though, we did enjoy a good Asian dinner while we were in town this afternoon. And we checked off a few other errands; one was to submit my entries to the Brushstrokes show. I would like to have a painting accepted, but we'll see. I haven't entered that show before. Some pieces in last year's Brushstrokes were wonderful. I am not sure if I can compete. I could submit up to three paintings. They will accept only one painting per person - or no paintings per person.
OK, downstairs for Idol.
A few nights ago, Papa was working at his desk and became so annoyed by the hum he asked me to turn off the TV (Yes I control the remote in the studio!) Well, that's not good! How can I have the TV on for company while I paint? I don't usually watch - but listen - to HGTV or the Food Network. I look up for the good parts. I also use my TV for Roo to watch DVDs. And I confess, the noise was bugging Roo and me, too.
Since we had to go into town today, I suggested we stop by Costco for a new TV. We did that, and I have a large high def Sony atop the file cabinets. We also went to the cable company to pick up a HD cable box. All good? Not. There is a dialog box on my screen that reads, "Your EXPLORER settop is NOT AUTHORIZED for use. Please call xxx xxx xxxx."
How aggravating is that? I think the cable box is faulty. The cable company has already sent a new signal to it twice - to no avail. They say they will have to come to the house to fix it. I made an appointment for tomorrow.
Meanwhile, tonight I'll have to watch Idol downstairs. It's the only program I regularly watch. Papa will be sad to switch from his "news" programs.
Disappointed:(
On the bright side, though, we did enjoy a good Asian dinner while we were in town this afternoon. And we checked off a few other errands; one was to submit my entries to the Brushstrokes show. I would like to have a painting accepted, but we'll see. I haven't entered that show before. Some pieces in last year's Brushstrokes were wonderful. I am not sure if I can compete. I could submit up to three paintings. They will accept only one painting per person - or no paintings per person.
OK, downstairs for Idol.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Yuck
For as long as I can remember, I have been intrigued by nature's rhythms: growing seasons, weather patterns, animal babies in the spring, swallows returning to Capistrano. What a phenomenon, those birds flying in at the same time every year. How romantic. Not! Those crazy swallows also return to my house every year - usually on May 1. How do they know May has arrived?
We didn't see any swallows the first couple of years, then, boom, swarms of them nesting under our eaves, pooping on my roof outside the studio window. And I need to open that window when I heat my wax medium and paint. Ewwww. Now on our new patio, we sit right below the other high peak of the roof - just where the swallows like to nest.
Finally last year, we had our pest control man spray a repellent. When it seemed ineffective, he returned and resprayed. That worked. Birds liked my roof, but didn't nest under the eaves. So he sprayed again this March. Then on Saturday, May 1, I noticed a few birds. By yesterday, swarms of them. Today, pest man sprayed again. It is illegal to spray or do anything to nests once eggs are there. So we had to hurry.
The birds are beautiful. And I do like them when they aren't bombing me on the patio, but I really really want them to nest somewhere else. Please little swallows!
Yuck.
We didn't see any swallows the first couple of years, then, boom, swarms of them nesting under our eaves, pooping on my roof outside the studio window. And I need to open that window when I heat my wax medium and paint. Ewwww. Now on our new patio, we sit right below the other high peak of the roof - just where the swallows like to nest.
Finally last year, we had our pest control man spray a repellent. When it seemed ineffective, he returned and resprayed. That worked. Birds liked my roof, but didn't nest under the eaves. So he sprayed again this March. Then on Saturday, May 1, I noticed a few birds. By yesterday, swarms of them. Today, pest man sprayed again. It is illegal to spray or do anything to nests once eggs are there. So we had to hurry.
The birds are beautiful. And I do like them when they aren't bombing me on the patio, but I really really want them to nest somewhere else. Please little swallows!
Yuck.
Monday, May 3, 2010
Celebration
Photo courtesy of Sam Peck, publicity Director of Art Center Morro Bay
Go here to see how it looked a few years ago. We'd changed it a little before this latest facelift: http://www.morrobayartassociation.org/locate.html
This is a press release sent out to all our local media by the Art Center publicity directory, Sam Peck. Sam has also been our guide in this effort. Our weather was grand, so we could celebrate outside. Enough people attended our festivities to help us feel duly dubbed Art Center and to make us proud. Papa was bartender for the afternoon and he says we went through our share of champagne and wine. Our kids' art looks cute on the wall, and our featured artist and member shows look good. I am thrilled.
The new ART CENTER - Morro Bay, was christened during a celebration on Sunday 02 May. Formerly the Morro Bay Art Association Gallery, the new name and look is a dramatic change. Speaking to those in attendance, MBAA President Flo Bartell said; "The Board of Directors
decided that the MBAA Gallery needed to update its name and
appearance to be more consistent with its role as Morro Bay
community's center for the fine arts". She added that; " In addition
to having one of the largest gallery spaces on the coast, the Art
Center manages Art in the Park, the Morro Photo Expo, and is the site
of many art related events during the year, including local artist
shows, children's art, art classes and demonstrations. This also
coincides with the coming 60th anniversary of the MBAA next year".
Speaking for the city, Planning Commission Chair, Nancy Johnson said;
"The new Art Center is a bold step in the revitalization of historic
Downtown Morro Bay". The ART CENTER, at 825 Main St., is open to the
public daily from noon to 4PM.
For friends and family looking for me in this picture, I am behind the man on your far left, blue shirt. He's tinkering with the PA system while I am talking.
Friday, April 30, 2010
Nice
Today I went, for the second time, to teach an art class at a little elementary school that's within walking distance from my house. When I arrived there, students were eating lunch with family members on large grassy areas that surround the building. Volunteers in cute aprons and chef's hats were serving healthy snacks; I suspect they were university students. I found out from the teacher of the class I was visiting that the last Friday of every month is family lunch day. Very cool. Some parents had brought pizza, some had packed nice lunches. "Dessert" from the volunteers was beautiful carrots. I wish I could have seen what else they served. Curious.
The weather was beautiful. Because it usually is, our schools use outdoor areas extensively. Kids almost always eat outside.
I still think my grandson's school is just about the best in the world, but it is great to see good stuff happening at the other school in town.
The class I was working with was well mannered and productive. It helps that classes are small - 21 students. In my first teaching job, 41 students were packed into a second grade classroom. In SC. With no AC. Oh, my! And I wondered why I couldn't do better than I did. I was happy to see that the teacher and her student teacher had time to run to the restroom, eat their own lunches in peace, and seemed relaxed - not toooo overworked. Parents seem to take very active roles in making the school work. So nice.
After teaching, I stopped by the Art Center, of course, then went to take my paintings down at a local business. I will rehang them at an attorney's office on Monday.
Tonight, Papa grilled pork roast with Ollie's BBQ sauce. I cooked great grits and green beans. Life is good.
The weather was beautiful. Because it usually is, our schools use outdoor areas extensively. Kids almost always eat outside.
I still think my grandson's school is just about the best in the world, but it is great to see good stuff happening at the other school in town.
The class I was working with was well mannered and productive. It helps that classes are small - 21 students. In my first teaching job, 41 students were packed into a second grade classroom. In SC. With no AC. Oh, my! And I wondered why I couldn't do better than I did. I was happy to see that the teacher and her student teacher had time to run to the restroom, eat their own lunches in peace, and seemed relaxed - not toooo overworked. Parents seem to take very active roles in making the school work. So nice.
After teaching, I stopped by the Art Center, of course, then went to take my paintings down at a local business. I will rehang them at an attorney's office on Monday.
Tonight, Papa grilled pork roast with Ollie's BBQ sauce. I cooked great grits and green beans. Life is good.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Good News
I received this message today:
Just wanted to tell you how much I love the new look at the Art Center. It's contemporary, edgy and fabulous. Thanks for all you do. I'd say we're officially noticed.
proud member
Now that's the kind of feedback I like!!!
Saturday I will redo the flower pots and move them around. And hang the kids' art that will be finished at a class tomorrow.
Our maintenance director is putting his finishing touches on the exterior, too. The new show is hung and looks great. Food and music are planned and champagne is in the fridge. Let's party.
Just wanted to tell you how much I love the new look at the Art Center. It's contemporary, edgy and fabulous. Thanks for all you do. I'd say we're officially noticed.
proud member
Now that's the kind of feedback I like!!!
Saturday I will redo the flower pots and move them around. And hang the kids' art that will be finished at a class tomorrow.
Our maintenance director is putting his finishing touches on the exterior, too. The new show is hung and looks great. Food and music are planned and champagne is in the fridge. Let's party.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
All Better
I had made peace with the complaint I received yesterday and was able to smile about it today. Tonight I got a message from the complainer thanking me for my "rapid" response. It also included a supportive comment about how difficult it is for the board to balance the old and the new. Whew:)
I will look at this one as a blessing, preparing me for others that are sure to come. I can practice my replies.
And besides, I enjoyed my lovely day. Late last night I realized I had three events/appointments scheduled for today. To one I needed to take an appetizer. So I scrounged through my pantry and fridge, dug through recipes, and whipped up a delicious bean dip. I had Papa write a letter for me to sign so I could miss a financial appointment,then this morning called the handyman I was supposed to meet at the Art Center.
I picked up chips to go with the dip on the way to my wine tasting party and enjoyed a relaxing lunch with girl friends. Great brownies for dessert. After that, I zipped over to the Art Center to oversee the work that was going on. It all worked.
Papa and I finished up the great soup I made last night and ate too much of the leftover yummy bean dip. Just now, Papa brought me a bowl of popcorn.
What a nice day.
I will look at this one as a blessing, preparing me for others that are sure to come. I can practice my replies.
And besides, I enjoyed my lovely day. Late last night I realized I had three events/appointments scheduled for today. To one I needed to take an appetizer. So I scrounged through my pantry and fridge, dug through recipes, and whipped up a delicious bean dip. I had Papa write a letter for me to sign so I could miss a financial appointment,then this morning called the handyman I was supposed to meet at the Art Center.
I picked up chips to go with the dip on the way to my wine tasting party and enjoyed a relaxing lunch with girl friends. Great brownies for dessert. After that, I zipped over to the Art Center to oversee the work that was going on. It all worked.
Papa and I finished up the great soup I made last night and ate too much of the leftover yummy bean dip. Just now, Papa brought me a bowl of popcorn.
What a nice day.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Growing Pains
I've been very busy at the art center for the last few days - well, maybe weeks or months. We've just painted the building purple! With citrus green trim and fuchsia doors. As I have mentioned in earlier posts, we are trying to update our look and increase visibility. For many years our building was a putty color, so this is quite a change. Shock, maybe. I should add that we are located on Main street, lined with funky little shops and eateries.
A new sign reading ART CENTER Morro Bay went up on the front of the building today. If winds are not too strong, in a few days huge letters reading the same will be high up on a larger, rear section of our facility. Hopefully they'll be up soon. I will post pictures then.
My committee and I have worked very hard to make our art center show what it is, make our signs readable and memorable, and entice visitors. On Sunday we'll have a celebration of our face lift. Lots to do before then.
All good, right?
Today I received the first major complaint:( Sigh.
Growing pains.
A new sign reading ART CENTER Morro Bay went up on the front of the building today. If winds are not too strong, in a few days huge letters reading the same will be high up on a larger, rear section of our facility. Hopefully they'll be up soon. I will post pictures then.
My committee and I have worked very hard to make our art center show what it is, make our signs readable and memorable, and entice visitors. On Sunday we'll have a celebration of our face lift. Lots to do before then.
All good, right?
Today I received the first major complaint:( Sigh.
Growing pains.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Roo
With errands today, Papa and I hauled the kids around for a while then took them for their favorite bubble gum ice cream.
While the kids were eating, Roo said, "When people look at me for a long time I um....................."
After waiting for her to find the words, I said, "You feel uncomfortable?"
Roo: "Unh hunh!" She seemed relieved that I found the words for her.
Me: "Why do you think people look at you that way?"
Roo: "Because I am so cute and maybe they want me to be their kid."
No esteem problems there.
While the kids were eating, Roo said, "When people look at me for a long time I um....................."
After waiting for her to find the words, I said, "You feel uncomfortable?"
Roo: "Unh hunh!" She seemed relieved that I found the words for her.
Me: "Why do you think people look at you that way?"
Roo: "Because I am so cute and maybe they want me to be their kid."
No esteem problems there.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
I Love My Flowers
I've been spending some time working in my back garden and talking to the little plants in the front yard. Here are some photos to show what's happening. I'm also working on my raised veggie beds - pictures of those later.
You can see that our tiny plants are finally growing!
Pretty parsley at sunset.
This time last year, this area was barren.
My favorite rose color:)
Iris grow right up through my rose bushes and the creeping geraniums go wherever they please. Kind of wild.
You can see that our tiny plants are finally growing!
Pretty parsley at sunset.
This time last year, this area was barren.
My favorite rose color:)
Iris grow right up through my rose bushes and the creeping geraniums go wherever they please. Kind of wild.
Happy
I am happy to say that I sold this little painting today. The buyer is the same one who bought another small painting of mine last week. I am very flattered and pleased. I hope everyone is impressed that I actually photographed the painting before I took it to the art center.
I am also very pleased and excited that our art association is nearing the end of a face lift process. Soon the paint and new signs will go up and on May 2 we will have a celebration for the new look and our change from just an association to an art center. I am very proud.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Sale!
I forgot to mention in my earlier post tonight that I sold a painting several days ago! I almost didn't submit it to the current show at the gallery; I was uncertain about it. I wasn't sure it was good enough, and I wasn't sure I wanted to sell it. Taking it was a last minute, quick decision. I guess because I'd paid for a nice frame I decided it was presentable. The title is Homage in honor of Mother. No photo:( Again:(
Feast and Famine
I haven't blogged for a few days because each day I thought I would snap pictures of my gardens, front landscaping that is finally beginning to fill out, and the backyard area that was sparse last year and is now overgrown. Or my latest paintings in progress. Or Buddy and Roo. As you see, I haven't done that. Sigh. I miss so many photo opportunities.
But just because I have no photos to share - that's the famine part - does not mean I am living an empty life. No indeed. Quite the opposite - literally. Starting with last Wednesday this foodie has fully indulged.
On Wednesday I ate lunch at Chef Ricks in Santa Maria, and Rick never fails to please! On Friday night Papa and I met friends at Et Voila!, and on Saturday I drove with a friend to Los Olivos to see an exhibit of Milford Zorne's inspiring watercolors. While there we found a little farmer's market selling black-eyed peas. Bliss to this southern girl's heart. We visited a great olive shop, and I dropped a bunch of cash on mango vinegar, blood orange olive oil, and olives. And two new oil spouts. And then! Lunch at a little cafe. I'd planned to have "just a little salad" of course. But!!! My eye caught "Southern Que Sandwich" on the menu.
Here's the back story. Years ago - like more than 40, I suspect - in Florence, Alabama, a friend and I would pick up pastries from a bakery then head to the wrong side of town to an awful looking BBQ joint. We'd sit in the car to eat the best BBQ sandwiches in the universe, wash them down with Dr. Pepper, and finish off the lunch with our sinful long john pastries. Heaven. I'm guessing one of us was pregnant.
Even though in between that time and now I was a very strict vegetarian for more than fifteen years and currently eat very little meat other than poultry and fish, I never forgot the taste of those sandwiches. So on Saturday when I saw Southern Que's on the menu, I just had to order one. That was absolutely the best BBQ sandwich I have had since Alabama. Without a doubt. Oh my! My friend laughed at me all through lunch. It did come with the little salad I'd planned to order - and it was good, too.
Then tonight, after a long day of meetings for the art association, I came home late to make sandwiches out of a pork tenderloin we cooked last night - it has just a hint of curry in the rub. I sliced the pork very thinly, used small flatbread buns, spread them with mustard and mayo, and added cheese, our garden lettuce, and dill pickles. Nothing fancy, I thought - but good enough for a quick dinner. Oh, and I warmed them a little. I'll have to tell you that was one fine sandwich. About as good as the one I had on Saturday. I could have eaten three of them. Maybe more. I am proud to tell you that I stopped at one.
So what if I gained back two pounds? The pleasure was worth every ounce. So what if my tummy jiggles when the car hits a bump? When it does I'll remember all that good food and the family and friends who've shared it with me.
But just because I have no photos to share - that's the famine part - does not mean I am living an empty life. No indeed. Quite the opposite - literally. Starting with last Wednesday this foodie has fully indulged.
On Wednesday I ate lunch at Chef Ricks in Santa Maria, and Rick never fails to please! On Friday night Papa and I met friends at Et Voila!, and on Saturday I drove with a friend to Los Olivos to see an exhibit of Milford Zorne's inspiring watercolors. While there we found a little farmer's market selling black-eyed peas. Bliss to this southern girl's heart. We visited a great olive shop, and I dropped a bunch of cash on mango vinegar, blood orange olive oil, and olives. And two new oil spouts. And then! Lunch at a little cafe. I'd planned to have "just a little salad" of course. But!!! My eye caught "Southern Que Sandwich" on the menu.
Here's the back story. Years ago - like more than 40, I suspect - in Florence, Alabama, a friend and I would pick up pastries from a bakery then head to the wrong side of town to an awful looking BBQ joint. We'd sit in the car to eat the best BBQ sandwiches in the universe, wash them down with Dr. Pepper, and finish off the lunch with our sinful long john pastries. Heaven. I'm guessing one of us was pregnant.
Even though in between that time and now I was a very strict vegetarian for more than fifteen years and currently eat very little meat other than poultry and fish, I never forgot the taste of those sandwiches. So on Saturday when I saw Southern Que's on the menu, I just had to order one. That was absolutely the best BBQ sandwich I have had since Alabama. Without a doubt. Oh my! My friend laughed at me all through lunch. It did come with the little salad I'd planned to order - and it was good, too.
Then tonight, after a long day of meetings for the art association, I came home late to make sandwiches out of a pork tenderloin we cooked last night - it has just a hint of curry in the rub. I sliced the pork very thinly, used small flatbread buns, spread them with mustard and mayo, and added cheese, our garden lettuce, and dill pickles. Nothing fancy, I thought - but good enough for a quick dinner. Oh, and I warmed them a little. I'll have to tell you that was one fine sandwich. About as good as the one I had on Saturday. I could have eaten three of them. Maybe more. I am proud to tell you that I stopped at one.
So what if I gained back two pounds? The pleasure was worth every ounce. So what if my tummy jiggles when the car hits a bump? When it does I'll remember all that good food and the family and friends who've shared it with me.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Two Fisted Intemperance
I guess there is no reason to do anything half way.
My daughter called this afternoon to say she had brought boiled peanuts to me from Bon Temps restaurant in San Luis Obispo. That is living proof that I did something right when she was a kid or that she grew up to be a spectacular person in spite of me. Whichever - I like it.
She suggested that Papa could pick them up while he was out or she could bring the peanuts to me tomorrow. No! No way! I was heading out to buy Easter treats for the kids, so I zoomed right on over to pick up those peanuts. I thought I could nibble on a few as I drove to SLO and back. But that didn't work out so well. Even being the practiced boiled peanut eater that I am, I couldn't quite manage to eat juicy peanuts without dousing me and the floor mats of my car; I needed both hands. For the first time in recent memory, I wanted to hit red lights, and I wished they lasted longer when I did. I finally gave up until I reached World Market, then sat in the parking lot eating for a while.
Of course I ate more at home. Then after dinner, while making filling for tomorrow's dessert, I licked big globby spoons of vanilla cream - twice. Then of course I needed to taste some of the Easter candy I was stuffing into plastic eggs. Then I needed another taste, and another.
Oh, the delicious intemperance of it all!
My daughter called this afternoon to say she had brought boiled peanuts to me from Bon Temps restaurant in San Luis Obispo. That is living proof that I did something right when she was a kid or that she grew up to be a spectacular person in spite of me. Whichever - I like it.
She suggested that Papa could pick them up while he was out or she could bring the peanuts to me tomorrow. No! No way! I was heading out to buy Easter treats for the kids, so I zoomed right on over to pick up those peanuts. I thought I could nibble on a few as I drove to SLO and back. But that didn't work out so well. Even being the practiced boiled peanut eater that I am, I couldn't quite manage to eat juicy peanuts without dousing me and the floor mats of my car; I needed both hands. For the first time in recent memory, I wanted to hit red lights, and I wished they lasted longer when I did. I finally gave up until I reached World Market, then sat in the parking lot eating for a while.
Of course I ate more at home. Then after dinner, while making filling for tomorrow's dessert, I licked big globby spoons of vanilla cream - twice. Then of course I needed to taste some of the Easter candy I was stuffing into plastic eggs. Then I needed another taste, and another.
Oh, the delicious intemperance of it all!
Friday, April 2, 2010
The Lizard Tree
"Oh!" Roo said. "It's a carpet of yellow!"
We had just navigated a turn through the hills of Hwy 58, leading us to our Lizard Tree. We've decided this needs to be an annual excursion to view the wildflowers, picnic, and chase lizards and bugs.
And Roo is right; the flowers do indeed form a carpet. I usually try to avoid stepping on flowers, but not here - not possible.
Last year we found an abundance of lizards at this tree, but the speedy things always eluded Buddy's fast grasp. This year was little different, but the challenge was worth the trip. We came home, like last year, with a container of big beetles, a bit too much sun, and good memories.
Back in Los Osos, we hurried to buy and dye eggs. The result? Happy kids and beautiful eggs.
Roo says this should be Great Friday instead of Good Friday. I agree.
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