Because I wanted a flower on the front page.
Including: One of my all time favorite sets – Olvera Street during Day of the Dead, Angela’s aunt’s 50th, some Mom, and More!
I’m almost home, having just taken the suitcases out to the garage, run laundry, for the ba-zillionth time got up the mud the cat drug in, etc. Who else do you know who needs four days to unpack?
Not ‘being home’ did not stop me from going to a great pre-Oscar double feature with Marsha at the Promenade, catching a mess of nominations we had missed. Both Being Julia and Hotel Rwanda were much better than I feared so that was good. I do adore the movies.
Cynthia heard a story about Phillipes on the radio and it made her mouth neeeed to go, so we went, on Sunday. It was absolutely the same as ever and isn’t that the point, isn’t that what it’s all about anyway.
Then we walked over to Olvera Street and WOW, Day of the Dead! The place was Raging! At this point however we hadn’t figured that out yet and I thought 1) what are all these people doing here and 2) what’s with these kids.
The ever popular glass blowers. If the glass blowers aren’t working, Olvera Street is missing a part of its soul.
This guy was making a pig. I knocked on the window. ‘Say, can you add wings to that pig?’ ‘I was just going to do that.’ ‘It looks perfect but now can you add a hanging loop?’ ‘Oh, fine.’ ‘Oooo, can I buy it?’ ‘I made it for you.’ ‘Sold,’ five bucks.
When pigs fly!
From an email I wrote:
‘A new Mom story – it’s bad but as it turned out not That bad and actually, some part of it is good. She fell twice last week and a time or two in the weeks proceeding so it was obviously time for The Walker. Mom was disconsolate. She pictured herself clumping along with some silver bars that would call out to all around ‘Watch out, here comes a weak old lady’. She was Miserable of what people would think. Windy dragged her to the walker store anyway and Mom was pouting like a little girl who didn’t get to wear her party dress to school.
But it isn’t your gra’ma’s walker anymore! She ended up with some Jaguar of walkers, all matte black, sleek looking with amazing wheels, brakes, and a seat and a basket. Now she parades around with the basket piled high, all smiley face and nodding and waving to strangers, just like always, and when she feels like sitting, she just sits – no matter where, she Is the queen and so she can just sit as she pleases. The positive side is that now she walks with so much more confidence and independence. Love those silver linings!’
The party guests are as follows, from left to right, in respect to their relationship to Angela (the future mother of my grandchildren):
1. Shirley, Angela’s mother’s father’s wife
2. Alice, Cathi’s friend
3. Rosemary, Cathi’s friend
4. Aunt Carolyn, the wife of Uncle Loco Richard
5. Ann, Karen’s Mom
6. Melisa, Cathi’s daughter
7. Karen, Cathi’s friend
8. Monelle, Cathi’s friend
9. Aunt Cathi, the Birthday Girl
10. Holly, Anne’s son’s wife
11. Liz, the Mom
12. Aunt Anne
13. Aunt Mary
14. Great Aunt Jean, the sister of the mother of all the sisters
15. Teresa, Cathi’s friend
Angela and I are taking the pictures.