Okay, so I finally have some time but not a lot of energy. I need Christmas vacation.
I haven’t managed to get a good photo of the flowers yet. They’re still coming in. I’ll keep working on it.
Okay, so I finally have some time but not a lot of energy. I need Christmas vacation.
I haven’t managed to get a good photo of the flowers yet. They’re still coming in. I’ll keep working on it.
Fantastic weekend in California! I have the best family in the Universe.
But now I’m tired and my eyeballs feel like they’ve been dipped in sand and I need to start de-cat-hairing all my clothes.
I started this post a couple weeks ago when I learned that Ishi was inducted into the California Hall of Fame. (Along with others including Warren Beatty and Joe Montana – what a weird hall of fame.)
The sentence that stood out for me was, “Ishi means man in the Yahi language and was not his real name. Reportedly, there were no elders left to name him.”
I did not remember hearing this before and thought the world’s saddest story turns out to be even sadder. I haven’t read the book since I was in school. While doing my due diligence on Wikipedia I noticed that this tidbit is in the first paragraph so I probably did already learn this but blocked it out.
It’s a sad, sad story about a man whose entire tribe is wiped out by white people settling in California. Check out this bit from Wikipedia: miners settling in California “put[] pressure on native populations.”
That’s not how I would tell the story but I don’t have time or the heart to revise it right now. I am on my way out the door for a long weekend in California. I’ll be offline until next week.
Snap is the word I invented to mean opposite of a nap. It’s when you’re awake in the middle of the night.
I have had a 2+ hour snap almost every night for over 3 weeks. Urgh. Why does my body do this?
If you ever have the opportunity, go see Sherman Alexie. I’ve been seeing him do readings since I moved here. Twenty years ago it was in a classroom at Clackamas College.
We’ve both come a long way since then.
I have another week or so of the insane busy. Then a return to the amazing content that you’ve come to expect from me. Ahem.
Every time I look in the yard I cringe because there is so much work to do out there and it seems like I’m never here when the weather is decent.
I just got back from 4 days in LA at a hotel by the airport doing a writing workshop than ran from 9am to 7pm.
It was amazing and exhausting and I’m glad I went.
Here’s a terrible photo from my room which shows my view of the runways facing toward the ocean. I could barely hear any airport noise at the hotel, but noise from the hallway at 3am: loud and clear.
I hear I missed an earthquake by less than 24 hours.
What a shame.
I had a great time but didn’t sleep super great.
I took today off to regroup.
Another busy few weeks ahead.
Great opener yesterday. Perfect weather. We came back from 3-1 at the half to tie New York 3-3. It’s going to be a great season.
I have these on all my spice jars. I never shake my spices.
Every time I use a spice I take this thing off, pour or measure out the spice I want, and then put this thing back on.
Last weekend I had about 4 spice jars out and was wrangling all these stupid things and I thought, “Why do I even keep these?”
So I took them off and washed them and put them in a drawer in case I change my mind later although really it’s just going to be something to throw away someday.
Remember the 150 bulb project? Very soon we will be enjoying the benefits. Check out these nubbins.
That’s not supposed to be all 150, I planted them in batches in the front and back. Although there is one area where I thought I planted a bunch and there is not a nubbin to be seen. This year I will photograph the results and keep track for next fall.