August 12, 2018

THE "MORGUE"



Crow Landing, © Pinterest, Sandra Smith, Snow Poring.deviantart.com on @deviantART  

I’m looking for a detailed picture of a crow landing.  Yes, there were lots of pictures of crows on Google, but not a detailed one of a crow landing.  That was a while ago.  Yesterday I looked up the main library hours, then I called to see if the morgue still existed.  It did, up on ‘A’ floor.  They call it the “picture file.” 

“It hasn’t been updated in many years,” a nice man named Pete told me.  “The volunteer who had been doing it retired.  They probably wouldn’t be keeping it much longer.”  The man in charge didn’t see any reason to keep the many file cabinets or acres of fragile paper pictures.

We drove down to our wonderful new library and discovered that there was no free parking on Padres game days.  We came home the errand way….new white compression stockings for me, new filters for the car, and Ralphs for grapefruit segments.  He loves them…and I am putting them with Avocado for a dinner salad.  Yes, the 1950’s foods still live in our house.

I looked up flying Crows, and G looked up landing Crows.  There they were in Google. 

It’s truly gut wrenching, the end of a unique artists tool, but there is really no reason at all to keep those acres of paper images. 
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  • Himself:  Ran me around happily and kindly.
  • Myself:  Was delighted to see so many walls covered with murals on the back of downtown.  Was really saddened to see one street lined with the homeless…most were gathered near small churches.
  • Reading:  Volume 4 in the Library series.
  • Gratitude’s:  That neither G nor I are homeless.



August 11, 2018

IT'S ALL ABOUT NUMBERS



The water is the hottest it’s been in 17 years.
           
The monsoonal season that usually sweeps through Arizona, is coming up our way first.  Normally we have a temperature of a comfortable 76f (24.4 c) here in Coastal California.  Not this year.  It was 98f (36.6c) when I left work yesterday. 

Yes, we dressed lightly and drove off to a baseball game with Field Level tickets from his boss as thanks for all the work he has been doing.  It was 82f (27.7c) when we got to the ball park, and 78f (25.5c) when we left.  A light breeze off the ocean kept us smiling as we headed home. 

Life is all about numbers lately.
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  • Himself:  Started work really early so we could get to the ball park before the game.  We had Phill’s BBQ for dinner.  He has the best local BBQ.
  • Myself:  Got to work with books a second day this week.  That made my day.My money man is moving to Texas, and I have doubts.
  • Reading:  A really interesting Juvenile that came into the shop.
  • Gratitude’s:  Books, friends, cool evening sunshine, and a day the roofers finished next door.



August 9, 2018

RESTORATION



Round house work.

Heading out of LA Union station, I always keep a lookout for restoration work.  (In the background are the downtown buildings of LA.)  Here the round house building, if there ever was one, is gone.  We can see a great variety of work being done on an even greater variety of rolling stock. 

On the far left, you can see a couple of Amtrak cars, a dome car from the 1950’s, a piece of modern motive power #153, and various work items before a fenced area.  Inside that right side fenced section is a black box-like fuel tender, and a beautiful steam engine under restoration.  The Tender says Santa Fe.  I really love finding things like this.

Perhaps someone knows which engine and tender this might be?  Do let me know.  Thanks.
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  • Himself:  Working, hard, talking hard, and lost his temper with someone this morning.  He can only do so much.
  • Myself:  Too fat to fit in shorts.  More laundry, I’m not going out in this 100 degree weather today.  Margot is cooling one room as her bill last month is astronomical.
  • Reading:  Book 3 in the Library series.
  • Gratitude’s:  Great day at work yesterday, sheets in the wash today, house in the 70’s.



August 7, 2018

CONSTRUCTIONS



THE dining room table decorated for summer.

·     Gr-gr-great Grandma Ba’s dining table.  Here it is decorated for summer.  I had lots of fun roaming Bobbie’s house with a camera in hand.  Below you can see a bit of the High Victorian carved table feet.  Mother used to say that Grandmother Ba would wrap the feet in newspaper so they wouldn’t get scratched by mother and her brother, Uncle Charlie.     



·       Meeting to meet the new employee today.  Only she is an old one that we are fond of.  They have begun laying off employees.  Full timers are splitting jobs.  Part Timers and temps are gone.  Offices are gone.  Programs that didn’t make money are gone.  I poked at our big boss to write a letter of recommendation for our one dear lady who was let go.  No one is happy she is gone.  Great chaos in the meeting about this.


The Broad Museum.



The Frank Gehry Walt Disney Concert Hall.

·       I’m not fond of Frank Gehry’s architectural structures.  I need to learn to like the moderns, but my mind cannot seem to take in the chaos his work offers to the eye.  The Dorothy Chandler Pavilion Was replaced by this building, and tho I might hate the Look of it, it is praised for its acoustics.
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  • Himself:  Gym this morning.  Got an appointment with my bone doc for his knee.  Very exciting stuff.  G got a bonus of 2 baseball tickets for field seats as a bonus.
  • Myself:  Meeting with an old friend who relapsed.  Very sad about losing such a cheerful and positive person at work.  Remembered to thank Bobbie for the wonderful three days.  Sending one of the new colorful cards off to Dixie.
  • Reading:  The Librarian book 3.
  • Gratitude’s:  That we all are surviving the heat pretty well.  And it is very hot here.

August 6, 2018

A VISIT TO BOBBIE



It was one of the best salads I have ever had.

Beloved George got me to the train a little early, and, after I parked my walker and suitcase in the luggage area, I was able to get a seat upstairs.  On the Surfliner, the good side to sit is on the left.  You can watch the water rolling by as the sun comes up over a cup of coffee. 

There were some big changes as we headed up the coast.  Only two buildings and about ten fences had graffiti.  I saw only one, single homeless encampment all the way up.  Little trash.  Tons of freshly painted buildings.  Simply amazing change in just a year.  The sky was blue, the sea was perfection, and I was able to get myself and my stuff off in Van Nuys with no problem.

We went shopping.  THE LAST BOOKSTORE was about as friendly as Powell’s in Portland.  The art and architecture room lady was.  I bought a book on the construction of LA Union Station.  We had lunch at a tiny salad shop, and I flat out loved that salad.  The Hipster they called it: arugula, chicken, apple,  bacon, walnuts and goat cheese, add avocado, ranch dressing, and chopped..

We went shopping.  G told me later that he knew we would do this.  Target, TJ Max, Nordie’s Rack, even Ross. We had a ball.  A nice pair of pants for me.  A delightful shirt and shoes for her.  A book for me, and colorful cards I could send to Dixie.  We laughed about it over another salad.  Yes, we had lots of fun.


The large sculpture outside the smaller MOCA in LA.

Saturday afternoon, we aimed ourselves toward several art museums.   I loved the giant sculpture outside in front of the museum.  I was amazed how easily they have adapted an older building for the handicapped in walkers or wheel chairs.  Little one story elevators scattered everywhere so every corner of the museum is open.  I was also much moved by the images in the exhibition Real worlds.  We skipped the Broad across the street as the temperature was high and the line was long.  Maybe she realized that I had walked long enough.


Geoff, Bobbies other half.

She was highly annoyed with me for accepting my inability to cavort freely.  I told her that there were always priorities, and getting the biopsy site ok, and getting my teeth fixed were my two priorities for the moment.


the outdoor dining room.  We sat out here Sunday Morning to have our coffee.

Bobbie has a magic touch with her homes.  Right now she has a truly magic touch with her paintings also.  Mixing some graphic touches and Japanese effects with the magic of expressionism, she now has entered a new world in her work.  Wonderful stuff indeed.  I’m so proud of her.

Coming home on the train was a bear.  The train to San Diego begins in Santa Barbara.  I rushed to get on only to find almost every seat taken.  I grabbed one car’s away from my luggage, and wasn’t a happy camper as I watched the hoards getting on.  The conductor kindly told me that those with white tags above their seats were getting off in LA.   Ah ha, I could be predatory.  After the last stop before LA was called, I walked up to the car I wanted and waited.  Laughing at myself, I finally got a seat on the good side right by the window.  They added another car, yet there was standing room only. 

Perfection too, was to see G waiting for me in the shade of the San Diego Santa Fe station. 
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  • Himself:   He started later and was able to go to the gym first thing.
  • Myself:  G comments that we have been here 21 years.  I commented that this is the longest I have ever lived in one place all my life.
  • Reading:  The Librarian series which is a wow, and “The One and Only Ivan” by Katherine Applegate…Newberry Winner.
  • Gratitude’s:  That I saw some fine art, that I made it home with everything, and that I so enjoyed myself with a good friend.



August 2, 2018

WE LOVE CHANGE - UPDATED




Hauling my regular, steel reinforced, Samsonite, workhorse of a small suitcase upstairs reminded me that it was heavy.  I just need room for my pillow.  Yes, that’s what I said…pillow.  My allergies are happy things when I take my own pillow.  I do have a really small suit case down there behind the truck and car.  I guess I will go dig it out.

I used to just pack a change of underwear and go.  I don’t think I need a list for a three day trip, but I need to remember my ears, my eyes, my meds, my toothbrush, my compression stuff, my teeth, my sense of humor.  A change of clothes and a change of underwear are nice too.  What more will I need when I am 80.

If nothing changes, I’m really in trouble.
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So...I got the little suitcase, and most everything fits.  I got rid of the big backpack, and most everything else fits in the little backpack.  Now you will see an overweight lady wearing a small red leather backpack, walking with a suitcase and a guitar balanced on her walker.  It seems much more doable to me.
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  • Himself:  Still working really long hours for two days, and changing his whole schedule to include the gym on Monday.
  • Myself:  Bought the next three volumes in the Invisible Library series.  Laundry.  Packing. Off to a 0555 Train to Van Nuys…it’s closer to Bobbie than Simi Valley.
  • Reading:  Invisible Library.
  • Gratitude’s:  Small suitcases, tooth brushes, and G filing down a sharp point on the temp, so I am not in agony.



August 1, 2018

TEETH AND OTHER NONSENSES




Somehow I didn’t get much done yesterday morning….that I remember.  I did make it to the dentist on time.  They took impressions, now including the front tooth that fell out.  I really wanted a temporary for that front one, and after a great fuss one appeared.  The dentist had kept an old partial and stuck a tooth on the front of it.  I kept thinking that he must be a hoarder.  Where did he keep this?  The big problem is that I can’t fully shut my mouth, but I have a full set of triumphant upper teeth.

Decided to take my cumbersome walker to LA with me.  I have a guitar Bobbies other half bought down here also.  If you see a rotund lady staggering along with a suitcase and guitar balanced on a walker with a backpack too, you have my permission to laugh. 

Today masses of books get pulled off our shelves and packaged for a lady from the Friends of the Library to pick up.  We used to just give them to whoever we were donating our rotated goods to.  Sending them to the library is a win win.
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  • Himself:  Two more long days, then next week normal hours and gym again.
  • Myself:  Maybe next week I can get in the pool.  Dinner quiche and slaw.  Got groceries for G yesterday.
  • Reading:  The Invisible Library….and I am charmed.  Discovered there are three more.
  • Gratitude’s:  That I have fake teeth, that I have my ticket, that G has a doc’s appointment with his old doc at Scripps.



THE "MORGUE"

Crow Landing, © Pinterest, Sandra Smith, Snow Poring.deviantart.com on @deviantART   I’m looking for a detailed picture of a c...