May 26, 2018

MEMORIAL DAY


                     


I like this flag photograph a lot.  It’s an old shot, and one of my really old cranky computers reduced it in size.  It was taken by an equally elderly camera, but I’ve enjoyed the unusualness of it for years. 

We were on the Point Loma Sub Base for a retirement ceremony.  Looking out the window of the club, there was a dry dock with an American flag on it.  There is someone in the control cabin at the top of the wall.  It seemed to put the image into not so foreign a perspective.

Have a good Memorial Day friends.  Remember those we have lost, but enjoy the family and friends we have now.
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  • Himself:  Instead of two good sized accounts, he now has 24 small accounts.  He fights to keep his numbers up as the big boss looks at numbers.  Today he is in the park, and tomorrow he got us seats to “Solo.”
  • Herself:  My 24th birthday yesterday.  I felt I didn’t make much sense in what I said to the Friday group.  Sunday I talk for one minute in front of 200 some folks.  Margot called from AZ where she is collecting some of her Pop’s things.  She made it fine, and found the original of that little orange drawing I’m using here.
  • Reading:  A couple of old Hillerman’s.  They are wonderful.
  • Watching:  The Tehachapi Live Train Cam…https://youtu.be/LsXWtXHT0rs. 
  • Open Diary: I had returned, but they wished me to approve a statement that they could use my copyrighted materials without my OK. They can’t. As a professional artist, all my work is copyrighted in my name. 
  • Gratitudes:  Lots of them.  I am still on a high from those years I celebrated yesterday


May 24, 2018

CHANGES AT THE BAY


The boat ramp on Shelter Island, San Diego Bay, 2015.  Panorama: G.

There are always changes.  G and I often take a picnic or hamburger to the Shelter Island boat ramp.  There’s always a show of some sort.  Then again, almost anything will keep us amused. 

Watching the ramp one late afternoon, a small fishing boat pulled in.  A little Datsun pulled a boat trailer around lowered it down the ramp into the water.  The tide was out, and the ramp seemed much steeper than usual.  The boat was run up on its trailer, and then there was a delay.  Pretty soon another Datsun showed up….mind you, Datsun not Nissan.  They had a long metal rod with a hook at each end.  With a flourish, the new Datsun hooked up to the first one by the long rod.  With a lot of hand signals, engine roaring and shouting, they pulled the boat out of the water and up the ramp.  We had never seen anything like it.


A Towboat at work pulling a small watercraft into the boat ramp basin on Shelter Island, 2015.

It’s a small boat basin.  The ramp is tired and eaten away by the salt water.  If something good sized comes in, there is little room to maneuver it.  If it is towed in, that doubles the difficulty of docking the boat or getting it up on its trailer.  Sometimes it’s all really funny.  After ten or so tries to get a boat on a trailer, I hide my head. 

Then again, it is fun to watch an expert.  They pull to the dock, drop off their driver, move out into the bay out of the way, and wait.  When the boat trailer is lowered into the water, the boat comes in, gets centered, and rushes up on the trailer in one smooth move.

A long awaited rebuild of the ramp and basin is happening now.  All the rocks from the breakwaters are piled up on land.  Most of the ramp is gone leaving only a tiny bit for the tourist Ducks to go in and out of the bay on.  Much of the sand is now dredged out, and a cofferdam is being constructed.  I think it is taking a little too long, but it is never boring.


The old boat ramp and basin removed and being rebuilt in 2018.
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  • Himself:  Looking much trimmer.  He’s down two sizes, and I am proud of him.  He has Monday Off.  Perhaps we will be taking a small road trip if the traffic isn’t too bad.
  • Herself:  She wanted the book area pretty; I did that mixing art with stand up book displays.  Then tomorrow in the evening, I get to say something to the newcomers like “brush and floss.  Take a bath.”  They bus the Navy in to that meeting.  LOL  Sunday I have one minute to say the same thing to 300 folks.
  • Reading:  Just finished “Confessions of a Closet Master Baker a memoir by Gesine Bullock-Prado.  A delightful compendium of dreams and recipes.
  • Watching:  Nature and Nova last night.
  • Gratitude’s:  Two more tiny scrapes on my hand that won’t keep me out of the pool.

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.



MEMORIAL DAY

                      I like this flag photograph a lot.   It’s an old shot, and one of my really old cranky computers reduce...