Month: March 2021

Caleb Passing Through

Caleb has had quite the unexpected year and a half (and haven’t we all). He started his Masters program at Oxford and then boom Covid. He’s been on campus only a few months here and there between lock-downs. He’s spent an inordinate number of hours flying around between Oxford-LA-Honolulu. Now he has to decide what to do next.

Caleb remarked that we have the same hair. I see it! In 50 years… He made us this tea party and then we had a good visit walking to the end of the jetty. Thank you Caleb for taking the time!

DISCHARGED

All my wounds have at least one layer of skin. I made SKIN! I still have to be careful not to scratch it open, and to keep it all moisturized, but no more wound care nurse for me. I’ll miss you Justin!

Eight months minus one day. I’m ok with that, and grateful as there will be no lingering after effects except, as my doctor noted previously, butt modeling is off the table.

You can click on this link for the story from the beginning in chronological order:

https://wheretheheckismom.com/daily-life-2021/the-incident-aug-2020-may-2021/

Lunch With the Cousins

Wow, Nancy and Sharon, it’s the first time we three have been together for a year! Is it like ‘it’ never happened? A little.

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Here’s a picture, just fooling around, while my computer plays reruns of old police procedurals.

Were I Traveling

Descanso Gardens. Were I traveling I would be doing this every day, sometimes twice a day, so I was wondering if I was up for even half a day on the road. I did manage ok but I was indeed ready for a rest!

These are pictures from a few hours wandering around the Descanso Gardens looking for cherry trees in bloom. It’s a lovely place especially if you’re interested in quiet trails through mature California Oaks. You can hear the birds and squirrels scampering through the undergrowth.

But for the cherry blossoms, not so much. Not a lot of hanami going on here. I got myself under this tree just for old times sake. Cherry? Plum? I’m not sure. Their Japanese Garden has one dominant cherry tree but the last rain had taken out most of the flowers. This tree was peeking through the woods and I had to chase it down.

A couple of things to look at.

The lilac garden is interesting because they have trees that bloom at so many different times. Some were already empty of their blooms, some with flowers, some with buds, some not yet budded. The flowering could go on for a long time. Put your face in those blooms and it smells like you’re at the handmade soap stand in the Saturday Farmer’s Market.

I like this, even though it’s fake. In many of the water features the water was not moving and all I can think of when I look at still, goopy pond water=mosquito farm!

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There was probably a mile of forest trails bordered by these beautiful orange plants.

And flowers! The promenade by the gift shop and on the way to the rose garden (no roses yet) offers large beds of these colorful blooms.

Darryl and Angela Bought a House

Cool! They stayed in their own neighborhood so the kids are not having to change schools. And it’ll be summer before they can move in because of all the refurbishments. Angela is going to keep up a journal on instagram and if you’re ever in the mood to look at a big remodeling project…I’m sure Angela would welcome you to follow along:

https://www.instagram.com/angelakanouseinteriors/

First Time in Forever

Sharon and I walked along Palisades Park, admired the sea and Spring, and ate at one of our old standbys, The California Pizza Kitchen where we drank really delicious Bloody Marys in honor of our post-vaccination VISIT.

The dinos on the Promenade could use some spring growth but it’s always nice to see them guarding the pedestrian walkway.

Not Exactly Ground Cover

I got these Santa Barbara Daisies as ground cover. Turns out, not exactly, they’re more like ground bushes heading up to my knees. Soon the gardener is going to want to whack them down for spring growth, or so he told me some months ago.

The orange tree has 50+ oranges left and is fully in bloom for another crop. The smell of those blossoms is such a glory it fills the whole yard. And the tree has gotten so big I can hardly step back far enough to get the whole thing in but I should try.

And the roses are going nuts too. This gardener is a lot more expensive, but he does fertilize on his own initiative.

An Outing with Ben

Bonnie was supposed to come too but she was not feeling well. I’m glad Ben came anyway because we had a good time. We ate at the Annenberg and walked along the beach. I took the picture of the helicopter just to see if it would work and you can see the plane in the far distance. Flights! Going somewhere! And I can never resist those little shore birds.

Lona is EIGHTY Years Old

Lona and her two young friends TeeTee and Jennifer walked from Marina del Rey to Hermosa Beach, 9.25 miles, on Friday and they walked another 9.25 miles back on Saturday. Lona, you’re 80, what an accomplishment!

Windy and I drove down to meet them at the Sea Sprite in Hermosa where we had a fabulous dinner, a too fun after-dinner party, a sleep-over, and breakfast on Saturday.

Cecelia’s picture from the morning with the balloons TeeTee sneaked into the house for a wake-up surprise.

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80 candles, 80 balls and stars, 80 pieces of See’s candy, mani-pedi for 80 digits, and a selection of old photos from Lona’s youth, what I could dig up from the garage, to spark a memory for Lona to tell us stories. And all of us wearing Jennifer’s haku leis, except Lona who is wearing the lei sent by the Hawaii Browns

And there they go, off back home for their second 9.25 mile walk in two days.

VVC: San Diego Old Town

We spent the morning hanging around the Winery, enjoying a just-right room service breakfast, and packing up for the next leg of our journey.

We got to San Diego about noon and it took us until after 1 to get checked into our hotel because the room I booked based on the picture on their website (Marriott Courtyard in Old Town San Diego) as it turns out, does not actually exist. They took the best features of several different rooms to create the look. The desk clerk of course was entirely innocent and also very new. She called upon the head of housekeeping to describe all the rooms in the category I booked and gave us four sets of keys to see which room we preferred. How there could be so many different configurations is remarkable in a Marriott Courtyard. In the end we got happy enough and they gave us a bottle of surprisingly good wine as a thank you.

Finally we could leave for lunch. We stopped at the first restaurant along the way, Cafe Coyote. The food was delicious and the venue was fun.

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We headed out to have a stroll through Old Town but about a block after the restaurant Windy got lured into a spa dermatology treatment place. Did she buy anything? Oh yes she did.

I took a few pictures around Old Town but it was getting late and cold so we went back to the hotel because we like to hang out in hotels.

VVC: Mission San Luis Rey to Temecula

Windy and I left LA around 10am heading south. First stop, Oceanside, to visit Mission San Luis Rey de Francia, founded in 1798 and 18th of the 21 California missions.

According to the woman in the gift shop, the painting on the walls inside the church are meant to be the original design.

Next stop, Old Town Temecula for a little stroll and a lot of lunch. Thanks to google for the pictures. We weren’t there for the only-cool-cars car parade.

We went on to our overnight destination, South Coast Winery, Resort, and Spa. We walked around, tasted some wine, ate More Food, and then took an early night in our especially lovely room – fancy fireplace, comfy lounge chairs, dining table and comfy chairs, patio table and comfy chairs, and a Jacuzzi tub!

You won’t be coming here for the wine if you know what I mean, but we both agree the experience has been lovely.

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The view around the corner from our patio, the fake fireplace that we really enjoyed, and a flower.

Merlyn is 70 Years Old

Hilda put on a FABulous festivity for Merlyn’s birthday much to the delight of the guests: me, Alex, Carol, and Erin.

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We gathered at the ((duffy rental place)) to pick up a boat and glide around through the Naples canals, and feast on the picnic Hilda brought from the Cheese Addiction shop there in Long Beach. It was So Good.

Followed by a scrumptious dinner at (()).

Here we are in a focused but ultimately unsuccessful effort to read the menu on our phones.

The waiter took mercy upon us and brought paper menus. First order up – Champagne and CHEERS to MERLYN!

Erin and me, too cute.
What? Through the spotted and less than glass-like plastic sheeting of the dining patio at the restaurant. I wish I could do it again more carefully because it could be cool.

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I got down to Long Beach earlier in the day and Hilda and I went for a good walk, as far as I’ve walked in one go since The Incident and then we had a quick tour of their condo remodel that is currently under way. This is (()). As well as today’s events Hilda has planned Fri: a zoom call with Merlyn’s good friends and relatives who live away followed by a super-fancy private dinner delivered by a private chef followed by cake and cocktails with friends. Sat: an outing with Raffi and dinner with some close relatives. Sun: I think there was something…what was it? SO many Happy Birthday Dear Merlyns. Oh our Hilda, you go!

So Many Pictures

I’ve spent most of two days going through a very large container of snapshots that have piled up over the decades. I have albums full of them, and Kent took most of what we had together to scan for the internet, and despite that I still had about 140 pounds to go through. Duplicates, too fuzzy-too dark-too unidentifiable-too unflattering pictures…gone. All the rest bagged up by subject.

In my last trip to the garage I uncovered more. Yikes. But I do have the time and it’ll feel good to be done.

In my very early teens I was begging for a dog. Begging as I recall. Well, really I had been begging for a horse so my parents shut me up with a dog. Oh my goodness what did I know. That dog Would Not Stop Yapping. 24/7. Most days the Constant Yapping made me cry, maybe the first evidence of my hypersensitivity to noise? at least that I can remember now. I don’t remember how the rest of the family managed. They must have been saints.

Thankfully the old lady who lived next door love love loved this dog. She would come get him and not want to give him back. They’d sit together all day in the old lady’s stinky den watching wrestling on tv while she put bows in his hair. She’d take out her hearing aids and they’d get along famously.

This reminds me a little of the old lady who lived next door to me when I moved to Santa Monica, the ex-nun WWII WASP. She lured my cat into her den and they sat together all day watching war movies.

(Margaret, Samson, self-portrait for search)

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