I found these giant mushrooms on my walk this morning and I wonder if they are edible….I need a guide book because just one of these would make a delicious, free and satisfying entree, if it didn’t kill me.

In other news, Mr.Chips our grandbaby purchased a very expensive razor and a book on the Internet this weekend. He’s 13 months old, he’s not even shaving yet and he wouldn’t read Brideshead Revisted for all the puffs in the world. All he wants to read is Where Is Puppy?

Evidently it’s not safe to let your grand babies play with your kindle unsupervised.

I came across this morning…

This “painting” is made entirely of denim. Jeans.

from Ian Berry’s web page…

“I was about 14 and we were going to a family party. I wanted to wear my favourite pair of jeans, but my mum had other ideas. Out instead came the corduroy.”

From that to these amazing works. GO SEE HERE

One more amazing thing…

I made a green smoothie this morning and I’m drinking/chewing my way through it before I go for my walk. I don’t like smoothies much mainly because I don’t like thick drinks. I prefer my drinks smooth and skinny but I’ve decided to give smoothies a chance because juicing my veggies, which I do enjoy, seems so wasteful, all that pulp and no compost pile to throw it into. A waste.

ok three amazing things!

The last one is a book I finished a couple of weeks ago by Chitra Divakaruni, titled, One Amazing Thing. It was a quick read with an ending I’m still grappling with but with characters I’m still thinking about.  A great set-up for a story, nine people trapped and struggling to survive an earthquake.

There are other amazing things about to happen.

Namaste.

I came across this morning…

This “painting” is made entirely of denim. Jeans.

from Ian Berry’s web page…

“I was about 14 and we were going to a family party. I wanted to wear my favourite pair of jeans, but my mum had other ideas. Out instead came the corduroy.”

From that to these amazing works. GO SEE HERE

One more amazing thing…

I made a green smoothie this morning and I’m drinking/chewing my way through it before I go for my walk. I don’t like smoothies much mainly because I don’t like thick drinks. I prefer my drinks smooth and skinny but I’ve decided to give smoothies a chance because juicing my veggies, which I do enjoy, seems so wasteful, all that pulp and no compost pile to throw it into. A waste.

ok three amazing things!

The last one is a book I finished a couple of weeks ago by Chitra Divakaruni, titled, One Amazing Thing. It was a quick read with an ending I’m still grappling with but with characters I’m still thinking about.  A great set-up for a story, nine people trapped and struggling to survive an earthquake.

There are other amazing things about to happen.

Namaste.

The fat fellow above sits on Stearns Wharf. We took the White Dragon, (my new to me bug out vehicle), to Santa Barbara for an overnight urban camping adventure. We ate well and slept almost well, first thing we did when we got home was replace the two foam pads with a futon. Why didn’t I think of that sooner? I did but I thought the foam would be fine. It wasn’t.
we took long walks and watched the sun come up over the Pacific Ocean. It’s true! I’m on my way to google how that’s possible….
Today I’m making Hoppin John because it’s the done thing and Tearful is in the kitchen making me up a batch of kimchi because he loves me.
Go ahead and….

“Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.”

Emerson

The fat fellow above sits on Stearns Wharf. We took the White Dragon, (my new to me bug out vehicle), to Santa Barbara for an overnight urban camping adventure. We ate well and slept almost well, first thing we did when we got home was replace the two foam pads with a futon. Why didn’t I think of that sooner? I did but I thought the foam would be fine. It wasn’t.
we took long walks and watched the sun come up over the Pacific Ocean. It’s true! I’m on my way to google how that’s possible….
Today I’m making Hoppin John because it’s the done thing and Tearful is in the kitchen making me up a batch of kimchi because he loves me.
Go ahead and….

“Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.”

Emerson

Almost a year since I’ve been here…
And what a year it’s been. I’m glad it’s almost over and am looking forward to the new. Looking to being here more. I’ve missed you. Miss my desktop which dies a little everyday. I can hear its last gasps each time I turn it on. So sad. It’s re-incarnation will have to wait so for now I’m going mobile.

This is not a test. It’s real.

Almost a year since I’ve been here…
And what a year it’s been. I’m glad it’s almost over and am looking forward to the new. Looking to being here more. I’ve missed you. Miss my desktop which dies a little everyday. I can hear its last gasps each time I turn it on. So sad. It’s re-incarnation will have to wait so for now I’m going mobile.

This is not a test. It’s real.

We watched that Miranda July movie last night.

The Future.

I thought she was trying too hard. Life is weird enough, no need for so much embellishment. Just my opinion. But there was this line I’m sure I misheard.

The Cat’s out of the Band.

Maybe I didn’t. I don’t know for sure. I’m tired and trying to recover wits I probably never had.  Mother Dearest is gone home and her departure left something in it’s wake. Relief… Regret?

I bathed the dog and mopped the floor.  I made a pot of rice and beans to eat with kimchi and avocado, my Puerto Rican meets Korean comfort food.  Something my dear Husband so graciously endures.

I am finishing the Alice Hoffman novel we listened to on the way to SF. She has used “he cried for his mother” about thirty times when describing someone’s fear but I can’t leave a story this far into it. It’s an illness, a compulsion, an embarrassing condition, like dandruff or BO.

I need to finish it no matter how bad or stupid or stinky it is.

That stupid cat is most definitely

out of the band.

We watched that Miranda July movie last night.

The Future.

I thought she was trying too hard. Life is weird enough, no need for so much embellishment. Just my opinion. But there was this line I’m sure I misheard.

The Cat’s out of the Band.

Maybe I didn’t. I don’t know for sure. I’m tired and trying to recover wits I probably never had.  Mother Dearest is gone home and her departure left something in it’s wake. Relief… Regret?

I bathed the dog and mopped the floor.  I made a pot of rice and beans to eat with kimchi and avocado, my Puerto Rican meets Korean comfort food.  Something my dear Husband so graciously endures.

I am finishing the Alice Hoffman novel we listened to on the way to SF. She has used “he cried for his mother” about thirty times when describing someone’s fear but I can’t leave a story this far into it. It’s an illness, a compulsion, an embarrassing condition, like dandruff or BO.

I need to finish it no matter how bad or stupid or stinky it is.

That stupid cat is most definitely

out of the band.

it’s beginning to look alot like there won’t be any christmas brouhaha around these parts. yay! there was talk of a tree. very small, sarcastic talk about my “stick tree” and that, was that. no one has the energy to actually take action and that’s fine with me. the house is kind of out of our control at the moment and that’s fine with me too. baby things everywhere, yarns, fabrics, laundry. i tidy up every now and again but the mess builds up right behind me. i am embracing the mess.

little Kable guy is growing right before our eyes and even we who cannot tear our eyes away from him can see it happening. it really is like falling in love. that’s what the midwife told me having a grandkid might be like.

i am deeply in love.

it’s beginning to look alot like there won’t be any christmas brouhaha around these parts. yay! there was talk of a tree. very small, sarcastic talk about my “stick tree” and that, was that. no one has the energy to actually take action and that’s fine with me. the house is kind of out of our control at the moment and that’s fine with me too. baby things everywhere, yarns, fabrics, laundry. i tidy up every now and again but the mess builds up right behind me. i am embracing the mess.

little Kable guy is growing right before our eyes and even we who cannot tear our eyes away from him can see it happening. it really is like falling in love. that’s what the midwife told me having a grandkid might be like.

i am deeply in love.

Not James the Cable Guy!

The world’s cutest, sweetest most perfect baby boy. For real. Mother, Grandmother, Great Grandmother, Grandfather and bulldog, all doing well. Well….maybe the bulldog isn’t doing that well. Not being able to play with the new toy is a bit…unfair.

Babies aren’t that much work after all but they do require lots of staring at. I feel like I haven’t taken my eyes off him since he was born. It kind of hurts my eyes a little NOT to be staring at him. I remember that very same feeling when my own wild woman was born.

So that happened.

PS. The name change came suddenly and I have not been able to make the adjustment.  I am not alone. Everyone, including his mother, still calls him James even though she decided he wasn’t a James he’s a Kaleb. Which I am also not adjusting to very well, hence  Not James the Cable Guy.

Not James the Cable Guy!

The world’s cutest, sweetest most perfect baby boy. For real. Mother, Grandmother, Great Grandmother, Grandfather and bulldog, all doing well. Well….maybe the bulldog isn’t doing that well. Not being able to play with the new toy is a bit…unfair.

Babies aren’t that much work after all but they do require lots of staring at. I feel like I haven’t taken my eyes off him since he was born. It kind of hurts my eyes a little NOT to be staring at him. I remember that very same feeling when my own wild woman was born.

So that happened.

PS. The name change came suddenly and I have not been able to make the adjustment.  I am not alone. Everyone, including his mother, still calls him James even though she decided he wasn’t a James he’s a Kaleb. Which I am also not adjusting to very well, hence  Not James the Cable Guy.

It’s over. The Thanksgiving brouhaha is in the past and it was fine and wonderful. The leftovers have been consumed by man, woman and beast.

Now we wait for the arrival of the little guy. All his clothes are folded and tucked away, waiting for his little arms and legs to fill them.

 His chariot awaits.

But for now, all is quiet. My mom is drinking her tea and Lu is snuggled up beside me wondering where everyone went. She looks a bit forlorn but I am soaking in it.

It’s over. The Thanksgiving brouhaha is in the past and it was fine and wonderful. The leftovers have been consumed by man, woman and beast.

Now we wait for the arrival of the little guy. All his clothes are folded and tucked away, waiting for his little arms and legs to fill them.

 His chariot awaits.

But for now, all is quiet. My mom is drinking her tea and Lu is snuggled up beside me wondering where everyone went. She looks a bit forlorn but I am soaking in it.