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June 23, 2016

A Death in White-Bread Land

Tourist boats on Catalina all in a line.

There was a shooting down on the corner.  From eleven pm last night through seconds ago, the street was closed.  We both woke up enough to hear all the sirens but were surprised by the police presence this morning.  The swat team was out.  Police cars everywhere, and they were using flash bangs to roust the tenants.  Lots of TV coverage. 

We went to the gym the long way.   Even the Y had their TV on.

We never have a shooting here in white-bread land. 

  • Himself:  Working hard.  Music on.  I so appreciate him.  Tonight the Auto Museum is having an opening at the same time the Air and Space Museum is having a big fund raiser.  Parking will be fun.
  • Herself:  As I love weight, my lymphedema becomes more apparent.  I’m going to sit at the computer and sewing machine compressed today.
  • Reading:  Sharon McCrumb, “The PMS Outlaws.”
  • Gratitudes:  That nobody shot at me.

  • June 22, 2016

    A Pleasureable Grind

    The air blows cool through the windows as I come home from work.  The dust of seeming centuries covers me head to toe having leapt from dolls and books to shirt and shorts.  The stuffed animals were especially dusty.  None of us could breathe today, and we all shared sneezes with great enthusiasm. 

    Lots of things for the upcoming “Urban Jungle” event.  Animal prints on everything you can think of….purses, chairs, clothes, shoes, books, dolls…we be printed.  I photographed as much as I could while enjoying every moment.

    Just after I spent an hour making sure the books were in order, topic, type, and subject together, along came a wonderful lady customer to buy all the big and unusual volumes.  She even bought a very large books about cats sitting.  I spent another acre of time putting things back in order again.

    It’s wonderful to be home and breathing my own dust. 

  • Himself:  Planning on repainting the upstairs bath and the kitchen when we get back from Vegas.  Getting the old, rotten paint off will be a wicked chore.
  • Herself:  Sewed the first small star for the crow quilt yesterday.  Hard work to make all the points almost touch.  Not ok this morning.  Perhaps I was too hot.  Got rid of many gold-Mexican glassware pieces and four pair of too big pants.  Moving on to my computer now.
  • Reading:  Brought three readers home from the store.  Finished the Lee book

  • Gratitudes:  That most of the time I feel so good.
  • June 21, 2016


    Torrey Pines Ravens; sheet metal; Roger DeWeese. NFS

    Now the heat is gone, I’m looking forward to Summertime:

    ·       This Thursday of all days, the Automotive Museum is having an opening for their latest show of TV and Show cars.  Poolie is ecstatic.  G is really pleased as he likes Christine of Steven King fame.  I like Kitt.  She’s that car that talked to David Hasseldoff. 
    ·       Friday is the monthly BBQ by the bay.  Charles fixed the not-working-right grill, and G should have an easier time this month. 
    ·       Saturday is a catered 30th birthday party.  WOW.  That’s a lot of sober years blessing a very quiet, shy man.
    ·       Next week we will be into July.  On Sunday, my friend Katy will be here from Comptche up north. We met at Southwestern College in the sixties.  We will go pick her up, visit a thrift store or two, and have lunch before taking her back to her cousin’s house.  I so like this real librarian and lovely human who does things like Burning Man.
    ·       The 4th, Bobbie and her new other half will be here for the fireworks.  She’s coming down early in the day with a load of goodies for the store.  Combine two households and there are always lots of extras.  We will have breakfast and hugs.
    ·       July 9th, Saturday, it’s the Auto Museum Volunteer picnic.  We always like that.  I’ll bring the 1950’s avocado-grapefruit salad that was such a hit last time. 

    ·       That takes us into July.  G’s already booked us to Vegas in August to see Penn and Teller plus a Cirque show…probably the Michael Jackson.  The total, with air fare, hotel, and shows cost less than it would to take the Toyota in for new hoses and a refurbishment.  Plus there will be no eight hour drive across the desert in the heat.  With his luck, he will make everything back at the blackjack table.