I do pay more attention at the movie theater, and I miss the immersive experience, but, and isn’t life today so often ‘but’, I’m clapping hands for streaming! These are recommendable movies I’ve seen recently. It’s Oscar season which is always good for movie releases even if you do have to watch them at home.
Nomadland, Hillbilly Elegy, Ma Rainey’s Black Bottom, One Night in Miami, Mank, Judas and the Black Messiah.
It was a while ago, we were three months into my treatment, when Justin got way into Triathlons. Recently he started a new group to train with and introduce to the three disciplines of a triathlon. Swim-Bike-Run – You Go Justin! He and his wife Carol make clothes too for their various projects. This one is fun!
The whole process was SO fast, thank you El Camino College. I got my second shot about 24 hours ago. I woke up slightly sore at the injection site, more sore than the first time but nothing compared to my wounds from The Incident that still ache every morning. I hear the injection side effects (Moderna btw) could still get worse but I’m optimistic.
Easy-peasy pumpkin-squeezy! FIRST in line, 20 minutes before they opened, 1 minute for check-in, 2 minutes for the shot, 1 minute trying to figure out a selfie with my foggy glasses, d.o.n.e. Done!
In 1997 Marija hosted me at Marija and Ljubica’s home in Croatia. It was awesome. This is their brother-in-law who made this car from 4-5 other cars. He also made sljivovica from the plums growing in the garden trees.
SO delicious. Every time I entered any home, morning, noon, or night, the family would appear with a tray of these small glasses and a beautiful decanter of sljivovica.
From 1997 almost every year I would get a share of the homemade sljivovica sent over to M&L. (Ljubica saved some for me this time. Marija drank her entire bottle!) The brother-in-law passed many years ago and now his son is carrying on the tradition. Good job my boy!
BTW, it’s Sljivovica in Croatia and Sljivovic in Serbia, and the ‘c’ has a ‘z’ sound.
I don’t know that I’ve ever done this before, tasted them side by side. Homemade is SO smooth although I totally enjoy the one from the store too and try to keep a spare bottle so I don’t run out.
Hilda’s mom passed away recently. She was 94 and had lived a long, amazingly full life. I love these zoom memorials because the programs and speakers feel so intimate. Of course hugs are precious and sitting side by side is important but considering where we are I’m so impressed with how much love and sharing happens here, and how much better I know the honoree after hearing everyone’s contribution. They had about 100 people from around the world attending. Good job Hilda!
Maybe for the first time today, and I can’t believe it’s the first time, I googled wound care for burns. Goodness, the internet was interested in showing me so so so many pictures of disgusting wounds. My butt wound was right up there with the worst of them. I thought I had a little 3rd degree but yikes, most of it was 3rd degree.
It’s interesting how wounds heal, mostly from the inside up. The outside has a process too mostly involving goo.
I’ve had four layers of dressing – first the thing that soaks up the goo, then the thing that covers that and takes up the residual goo, then the pad that extends past the whole wound area, and then tape, lots and lots of tape.
Today the first bottom layer again got cut down significantly in size. Progress!
I’ve been in a lively correspondence with some old friends from my first computer job in the late 70s. I saw Yas, who lives in Japan, once or twice 20+ years ago and I haven’t seen Michael, who lives in Pennsylvania and snowbirds in Florida, for more than 40 years. This is a story told often now-a-days, people meeting up with old friends online. Yas has been patiently playing Go with Michael while Michael slowly gets better at the game.
Yesterday I got an email from Michael with the above picture and the title “I won!”. So I asked the guys for a selfie and Yas sent the three below. Michael got inspired and sent three also.
I couldn’t find a baby picture of myself but that is me with my mom at the beach in San Francisco. I have a few boxes in the garage, high up and heavy, too much for me to get down. Maybe I’ll have something in there?
Welcome, from the Desert Garden in the Huntington Library, Art Museum, and Botanical Gardens in San Marino, California.
Oh golly this was fun! One of the guards in the Japanese Garden had trained these birds to come to his palm for a peanut treat. Ohhhh may I do that? Yesss you may. Having a bird land on your hand is magic. And FAST. He is there and gone in the blink of an eye, far faster than any one of us could get off a shot.
Rick’s picture in the Desert Garden. William Hertrich began collecting for this garden in 1907. Wow, I really thought I remembered when there wasn’t the Desert Garden. Another thing about which I was wrongadidewrongwrong…
The lily ponds are in fine reflecto mode but rather scarce on the lilies. From here we made fond farewells and Lill drove me home (thank you Lill!). As well as the few number of people, the dining option was very good too. There were ready-made sandwiches and salads to pick up and the outdoor tables were so safely laid out, we all felt very comfortable.
ps..I remain so delighted with Letterkenny that I use their often inappropriate expressions because I feel charmed. Hence, “boys”. Maybe you’ll watch the show and then we can say “pitter patter” to each other.