’25 November

Post-Thanksgiving Let’s Eat

For many years now I go out to Steve and Celina’s on the Friday after Thanksgiving and eat Chef Celina’s leftovers, with Gideon and Sam and now baby Dean. Then I sleep over out there in Camarillo and eat more leftovers for breakfast. On the way home I stop off at Tom and Marsha’s and eat Their leftovers. It’s an orgy of delights. And then I eat Tom’s legendary turkey soup for breakfast on Sunday. SO much to be thankful for.

And so few pictures. Why? I do not know!

Breakfast.

Giving Thanks

Darryl, Rome’s friend Vittorio, from the co-op where they both live, here only two months from Italy and finishing up his degree at UCLA, then Angela, Rome, me, Lilly.

Lilly got to dye her hair purple because she has no missing assignments, and I forgot the parsley so the kids went out to get some at Vons.

Missing is the mashed potatoes and gravy, everyone’s favorite, and all the desserts, and the counter full of delicious appetizers.

I took home one of the desserts Angela made and ate it all for breakfast on Friday.

A couple days before Thanksgiving I bought myself this pumpkin pie just to see if it was good. It Was Good. Surprisingly so, the choice of spices and the spice level hit the spot. The crust was only ok, so over the course of 3 days I ate the entire inside of the pie. I did do that.

Angela’s photo – Dude spent the holiday weekend with his half-brother Oliver, which is always so adorable.

KC Comes To LA

Addison, Kim, Stef, William, Ross, Kim (the sister/aunt), Bill, Mindy

Bill and crew came out to spend Thanksgiving with very long time good friends Bill (another Bill!) and family including his daughter Stef and her three kids. That’s right, five kids having quite the sleepover. Stef volunteered to do a photo shoot for Ross, Kim, Addison, and William out here in Santa Monica and I got to join in, lucky me!

Stef, Ross, Addison, William, Kim

Enrique Martínez Celaya

Jo Ann got tickets for an Enrique Martínez Celaya interview at the Wende in Culver City where his latest piece is on display.

Here’s an internet picture of the main part of the Wende exhibition.

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Then we went for an early dinner at a nearby ramen place. What a good day, entertaining, educational, and delicious!

The Number

A perfect dinner for a dark and stormy night, and float the crackers in the hot soup, obvi.

My long long-time friend Les, living in Boston for many decades, passed away last week from Parkinson’s, Congestive Heart Failure, and Rheumatoid Arthritis.  Everyone knew it was coming, and as Elizabeth wrote “Be comforted by the knowledge that Les parted this world exactly as he wanted to.”  What a blessing for me that we got to have an excellent zoom visit the week before he passed.

Then, I had decided before going to Uzbekistan that I wanted to find a woman oncologist whose entire practice was breast cancer.  My Physical Therapist knew of and recommended such a woman at the Saint John’s Cancer Institute, so I had an appointment on Monday and transferred my care to her.

These two events sent me on a googling frenzy re metastatic breast cancer life expectancy.  I’ve been dealing with this cancer for more than a year and as yet I’d never focused on this question because I understand there are so many variables, no one knows the number.  But actually, there is a number, statistically, and that number is five years.  The internet reports from many sources that 30%+/- of women with metastatic breast cancer are alive at five years past their diagnosis. 

So, the last six months of a cancer journey is not so great, and I’m already one year in, and that leaves three and a half years feeling good if I make it to the 30%.  WOW, now that’s a reality check!  Honestly, this is the first time I’ve absorbed the math.  On the bright side I have the most treatable kind of breast cancer, the scans are showing improvement, I’m generally in good health, and oddly, being post-menopausal is a benefit for survival.

After a day of making lists, I’m back to just me, adept at one-day-at-a-time thinking, and it comes naturally to me to do-what-I-can-do and not dwell on the rest.  And I’m re-reading what is so far an excellent book even the second time around: How to Be a Stoic by Massimo Pigliucci.  Finally, a philosophical worldview that suits me.

So that’s it, one-day-at-a-time, and I want to be the best person I can be every day, kind, attentive, and looking ahead. And I’m springing for those business class tickets!

A Good Old Fashioned Slide Show

Merlyn and Hilda hosted another delicious dinner and evening of looking at trip pictures, a slide show, like in the olden days. My trip was the longest and I did go on and on, but everyone (Merlyn, Hilda, Alex, Carol, Mo, Debbie) hung in there and were kind and attentive. Merlyn and Hilda had spent a week in Butan and that was so interesting to learn about.

You can see the Queen Mary on the middle horizon. It was a dark and stormy night…

Last Week

Above, a lovely mani-pedi with Sharon and then we bought a nice picnic to eat at her house.

Below, Sunday Brunch at Clementine. Lilly, me, Angela, Darryl, Bel (Rome’s roommate), Rome

Happy anniversary Windy and Jeff❤️ (from Windy)

I picked up Lilly at school and we had fun – a tasty sweet treat and then she showed me the projects she’d done for her photography class. It was great, they had already covered the three elements of exposure and were moving on to more complex projects.

And here’s Bob and Desda on their 50th Anniversary.

The Teaching Zoo At Moorpark College

Moorpark College has an Animal Care and Training Program. Their motto: To inspire conservation action by providing engaging connections with wildlife and those who care for them. All student run, above, the small show of how they train and care for the animals. Below, a view of the college grounds from the zoo.

All the animals were behind chain link and nets, and you couldn’t get close enough to have a clear photo.

pss pss pss here kitty kitty. Nope, wouldn’t turn around.

There were a few others of these too, fun, right?!

Woody, their North American beaver.

Clarence, a 102 year old Galapagos tortoise.

Char, Burt, me, Arlene, Terry who all live nearby.

Welcome Meriellen

Jo Ann’s dearly loved Meriellen is visiting from Chicago, and Jo Ann and Alan treated us all including the indomitable Mavis, nearly-100 and going strong, to a Happy Hour dinner at our favorite, Forma. At the last minute I remembered, oh No, we have to get a Photo. So here it is…not much hope for the lighting…

My 3rd Infusion At Week 30

Outside my front door this morning, it was foggy.

I was just about good date-and-time wise after returning from Uzbekistan, and then it was time for the once-every-3-months infusion that has, the past two times, made me feel pretty sick for several days – extra weak and a slog through the dates I had made. This time I made no plans at all for 3 days and in those 3 days I slept no less than 40 hours. And now I feel ok!

Wow, I slept through all the hard parts! Let’s try that again next time!!

Muck Rock Out The Car Window

We stumbled upon Muck Rock’s studio yesterday during Lilly’s birthday, just off Abbot Kinney. I had never heard of Muck Rock before and it seems there are so many murals peppered throughout the westside. The above is a couple blocks east of Lincoln. You can click around her website: Jules Muck for more of her work.

Here’s another one, California poppies.

Angela found this one on PCH, I think in the South Bay.

Halloween In Redondo Beach

I went out on Thursday, the 30th, to see Lilly’s Haunted House. The Theater Arts Department really goes all out.

Lilly runs the lighting.

But I didn’t go out there for Trick ‘r Treating – these are Angela’s pictures.

Sisters Have A Massage

We always love a good massage and I still was cranky over my very (super) difficult flight home the details of which I will not bore you.

Maxine Always Does Halloween

I was home for a few days already, enough time wake up and have some idea if it was day or night. I haven’t really felt entirely settled in yet and I had the infusion that makes me Super-tired for a few days. But I see the light at the end of the tunnel and I’m so glad I didn’t miss Maxine’s party.

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