May 22, 2018

A NORMAL POST



Waiting with a dozen dancing squirrels.

One of my readers wrote a note yesterday.  She said, “Oh, a normal post.” 

“I hadn’t realized my posts weren’t normal,” I reply.  Or, what is normal.  I write what’s happening to me.  Perhaps I see my world with a jaded eye.  Maybe I am not normal any more.

I went to a woman’s meeting very early this morning then on to a birthday party.  The hostess went to a lot of work, dear lady, and we were greeted by soup to nuts, as mother used to say.  I had an egg and a slice of cake which all went well with a half hour of conversation.   Her condo was spotlessly clean, white, and neat….unlike mine that’s crowded with books and quilts.  She teaches overseas…and I should find out more about this for my friend who used to teach for the circus. 


Juried student work at the Mingei.

I’m off to read some of you, have lunch, quilt, and run errands after dinner.  I see a bit of blue overhead.  It’s going to be a really good day.


Pottery.
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  • Himself:  Buying all the stuff for Friday’s BBQ…the meat needs to thaw.
  • Herself:  Feeling vastly better in the middle.  I only have one scab left to nurse….oh, hurrah.
  • Reading:  A mystery downstairs and a bio upstairs.
  • Watching:  NCIS tonight.
  • Gratitudes:  For the nightmares that woke me on time, for all the friends, For G without whom life would go awry.


May 21, 2018

THE GOOD STUFF



2018: May, Disney Wonder.  Photo:  G with his cell.

The May Grey has been closing in.  I’m making a deliberate attempt to take my camera with me every time I leave the house.  And we have been out and about a bit more.  Yes, I forgot to take the camera out when I bought pants, but we had a stop by the bay.  We had time in Balboa Park, and we saw a well done juried student show at the Mingei.

I enjoyed seeing the Disney Wonder cruise by us.  It will be in and out of the bay all summer.  Divergences to Alaska and to Cabo too….and I wouldn’t go to Cabo now if you paid me.  The big Cartel boss is gone and now all the little Cartels are fighting for space.

In the park, I watched squirrels while I waited for G to end his shift.  We took the noisy green tram to the other end of the park and stopped in to the Mingei Museum.  Some of the student work was awesome…crafted well beyond their years.  Pots, jewelry, and small sculptural works.  Yes, I took pictures. 

I still have one more apology to make about the “Opt out” fuss tho most of life has returned to normal. 
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  • Himself:  Work looks pretty good today with his 24 accounts.  Meeting tonight.
  • Herself:  Make bed, write this, shop for groceries, maybe quilt now that I have big fake fingers.
  • Reading:  Oscar the Cat
  • Watching:  Tonight is Antique’s Roadshow.
  • Gratitudes:  Friends graduating from College.  Daughter losing keys, daughter buying 2 new keys.  The new pants fit perfectly…and I got two pair.



May 19, 2018

MEA CULPA



1953



I tried to open the ACS facebook page yesterday morning at 0700, and it wouldn’t open.  It told me that I had “opted out of this Facebook platform.”  I had not done that at all.

I emailed the new boss asking if she had removed me.  I played with every level of facebook I could find.  I talked with the next up boss asking if I had been removed from access.  I went to work and asked everyone at work.  The money man was there and called the next level of boss asking if I were there.  Back and forth all day with me taking it personally.  Even angrily.  I was just awful.

Thinking will always get you in trouble.

I called a tech giant friend, and he had no idea what was happening.  I asked G who was angrily struggling with his own computer programs and had no time for my struggles.  Only just before dinner did I think of asking google about “opting out of facebook.”  Go to “settings” it told me…and who knew that there were two sets of settings.  He finished his struggle and came over to my computer at last.  He found the second set of “settings” solved the problem, and got me back online. 

I told the evening meeting in its calm and pristine setting about my chaotic thinking.  They all laughed.  I didn’t realize that I was being funny at all.  They kept laughing as I kept sharing about what trouble my thinking got me in.  I’m hanging my head now.  Smiling in embarrassment. 

One just cannot blame anyone else when your computer eats itself.
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  • Himself:  My hero.  Even watched a speeded up BBC wedding with me this morning.
  • Herself:  They don’t know I blamed others for my error, but I know.  Loved the speeded up wedding.  Never saw the queen smile.
  • Reading:  A new Perry.
  • Watching:  KPBS’s coverage of the Royal Wedding.
  • Gratitudes:  That while I can be an ass, I can apologize.


May 17, 2018

RAT RODS




A Rat Rod is an old vehicle recreated into a artistic pile of machinery.

The run of the Rat Rods at the Automotive Museum is almost over.  George is enthusiastic when a show first starts.  After a few months he’s burned out.  He’s reached that stage with the Rat Rods.  The museum still hasn’t found a replacement for Poolie, but the volunteers plug on with minimal supervision.
                     



I heard a bit about her before I got there, and I even got a chance to read her Linkedin page.  I wasn’t ready for her constant talk about all the boards she is on or her many questions about what I do.  I gather from the staff gossip that she was upset about the Facebook page…then was told I did it.  Later she was upset that the books were so messy.  Of course they are if I haven’t been there a week.  Then she was told I was the one who did the books.  Later she was upset that so many customers stayed in back shopping the bookshelves. 
                     



I just did my job with the books then moved on to sorting clothes.  Gossip again tells me that she has alienated most of the Monday and Tuesday staffing.  When I mentioned all this to G, he commented that perhaps she was afraid.  I’ve been through a lot of managers here, and this sounds about right.

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·       0910: Marked my ballot and got it ready to mail.  Heavy on the dems and fiscal conservatives.
·       1030: Hair cut at:  It’s so long it resembles that of a mad woman.  Maybe I am a mad woman.
·       1230:  Discovered the front tires are out of camber on the truck.  Made an appointment for new front tires, replacing the spare with the better of the two fronts.  Have a new Anne Perry to take with me to read.  Have lovely new tires, and found the problem.  The suspension is worn out.  Much to my amusement, the spare tire was original. 

May 16, 2018

OLD ENGINEERING MARVELS




I must admit that I’m fascinated by the turn of the century engineering creations that are scattered all over America.  In Minneapolis, George and I traveled the river by burned out shells of flour mills.  Here we have the first of its kind on the west coast paper mill.

Milaka took us out here to see this magic.  Here from Wikipedia is Willamette falls:

“The Willamette Falls is a natural waterfall on the Willamette River between Oregon City and West Linn, Oregon, in the United States. It is the largest waterfall in the American Pacific Northwest by volume, and the seventeenth widest in the world.[1] Horseshoe in shape, it is 1,500 feet (460 m) wide and 40 feet (12 m) high with a flow of 30,849 cu ft/s (874 m³/s), located 26 miles (42 km) upriver from the Willamette's mouth.
Until 2011 a canal and set of locks allowed vessels to pass into the main Willamette Valley. Those locks are now closed.”

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Willamette_Falls
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  • Himself:   Reorganization gave him 23 small accounts.
  • Herself:  New manager at work and I am nervous.
  • Reading:  New Perry.
  • Gratitudes:  That I am here to be nervous.



May 14, 2018

GOOD BETTER BEST


                  
When I first get to work, I pull my apron and camera on and go take shots for the (ACS Discovery Shop/Point Loma) shop’s Facebook page. 

I stagger about the floor just shooting what I see.  I’ve been very lax about creating arrangements to shoot…in an hour or so, someone will come along and rearrange everything.  Sometimes I catch a glimpse of something pretty.  Sometimes an arrangement almost works and I shoot it anyway only to Photoshop it when I get home.  I never quite know what I will see until I download it into my cranky computer.

No, I am not very good with Photoshop.  Over the years with PS11, I have learned to sharpen an image, add depth, lighten or darken, crop, straighten, all that old darkroom stuff I learned from Paul Hawkins.  PS11 is an electronic darkroom that I really need to learn to use with more finesse.

Only today did I realize that I had not been considering my volunteer commercial work as good enough to save.  Some of it really is.  I’ll go back and see if I can save any of the old stuff.  And from now on I will save the better things to a folder all their own.
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  • Himself:  Work looks, “Not too bad.”  He keeps talking retirement.
  • Herself:   Quilting, laundry, saving photos, laundry…et al.  G ordered me a new graphics card as the one I have now leaves big black boxes on my screen.  Bothering me: Two dings and one rib.
  • Reading:  A fascinating book on handbags.
  • Watching:  Tonight: Antiques Roadshow.
  • Gratitudes:  That I’ve now had G in my life for 35 years. 


May 13, 2018

HAPPY HAPPY


1983

Happy Mother’s Day to those who celebrate the day.
Happy Mother’s Day to my two daughters Margot and Milaka.
Happy anniversary day to George and I.  We met this day 35 years ago.
Happy Indeed.

A NORMAL POST

Waiting with a dozen dancing squirrels. One of my readers wrote a note yesterday.   She said, “Oh, a normal post.”   “I had...