Daily Life 2001-2003 (in my Gray People phase)

xo! He’s got it!

Becky and Marsha singing at Alicia’s wedding reception. At our table, we kept sending the guys off to scavange more wine. This picture kind of tells the tale.

My next door neighbor Margaret, the flying WWII WASP, fixing my door. ‘Here honey,’ she says, ‘let me take care of that for you.’

And when you’re using screws, rub a bar of soap over the ridges before you go into the wood.

Hana and bougainvillea at the Capistrano train station.

I just can’t resist Santa Monica Palm Trees.

Sandy at the beach.

We drove up the coast, paid for parking at a place I forget the name of… it was a trying-to-be-private beach but if you paid for parking you could use the facilities. This made the area quiet and a bit hoity toity, just like we like.

Another too dark shot. It was a learning experience. I was struggling the whole time with various error messages and the camera hanging up for no reason I could discern only to discover after it was all over that the meter was set wrong…

We Love technology but she can be a frightful mistress.

Women taking the sun. Clockwise from the front: Marsha, Marija, Ljubica, me, Becky, Lourdes.

Now here is a story facinating to all who knew her. Jan Dubois, returned. More to follow.

Kneeling: Carole, Emilia, Bonny. Standing: Richard, Desda, Bob, Jan, me, Bob, Ben.

Burt and Charlene having a picnic at The Will Geer Theatre. This place, up in Topanga, is so totally cool. As well as the picnic grounds, they offers great theater throughout the summer in a fabulous open arena. The players are mostly amature with a few Hollywood names thrown in because why not. The production and direction is first rate.

We have all been recommending it wildly.

Mary Ann’s wedding shower. The kids: Susan’s neighbor’s girl, Coleen, a neighbor boy. Seated: some chick, Mary Ann, Chelsea. Standing: a woman we don’t know, another woman we don’t know, Susan, Karen the bride’s maid, Barbara.

The ones we don’t know are these – the neighbor to the side, the neighbor to the back and somebody else.

Steve, Celina and Gideon.

Nick and his sweet daughter. This was a going-away party at Hama Sushi where they serve cold sake from huge longnecked containers that reach across the long tables and every hipster in Venice is crowded five deep at the bar or grouped into every bit of floor waiting for their turn.

Tai and Hana.

(I need to get the details from Bob…)

Desda’s mom and Bob’s mom.

Shira and Grandad.

At Richards youngest son’s Bar Mitzvah. Richard and the kids played a set and then the old gang ROCKED. Stu, Bob and Richard.

This is a state park and the walking path is literally right here. Were they gathered together there would be, like, Herds of alligators. Why I wondered, and sought out the Ranger to ask, why don’t the alligators eat the children? As it turns out, sometimes they do.

A business trip isn’t over until you’ve done one fun thing. In Florida, that can mean gators.

See the little babies.

Hi Mom!