I stole this off the internet. Tomorrow! Seattle! Bon Voyage to me!! So today I’m awake before the birds puttering around here shuffling papers and making lists.
Rome’s birthday season, Paola, A&C, Rupa, Hollywood Bowl, and More.
I see you.
When we got back we watched a taped episode of Sesame Street. Oh good-y good-y!! Sesame Street is the best most wonderful delightful intelligent program ever made for TV and that’s a fact. It makes me laugh, it makes me dance, it makes me clap and cheer. From Darryl through Cynthia, right up into Rome, Sesame Street ROCKS. (The main subject of today’s show was ‘hair’ as in Rapunzel and ‘does a mailbox have hair?’ and it was brought to us by the letter R and by the number 8.)
Oddly, it seems I need a kid around to fully give myself over to the joy that is Sesame Street. So grab yourself a kid and catch some Sesame Street. You’re gonna love it.
Spud and Kathy stopped by on their way home to Phoenix from San Diego. Yeah! Thanks so much for taking the time to have a meal with us. Also in this photo is Windy’s presumptive boyfriend Jeff.
Windy, Jeff, Flor, me, Lona, Hartley, Spud, Kathy, and Mom of course around whom we merely orbit.
Our Delightful Waiter took the shot. Thanks Sergio.
Here are a couple of pictures from Brigitte that are so cool. That’s the opossum in her grape vines. After harvesting 10 giant cans of grapes the opossum is gone and the raccoon is terribly disappointed.
I must take a photo of the fountain over there in Knut and Brigitte’s garden. I rather lust after that fountain, but it’s not just the fountain. You also need the exact viewing location to appreciate it.
Later I’ll put this in with the JPL section. This is a scale model of the Cassini spacecraft. Those people are made of cardboard and are there for scale.
You need to click here for the Cassini Mission home page. There are very very cool pictures there.
A Mommy And Me Happy Birthday Snack Table. Yummy cupcakes made by the Moms of the Birthday Girls and many other tasty bits, favorites of the kidlets. (The little quiches weren’t out yet.)
The regular participants of this gathering are kids born within about a month of each other. Can you imagine all the birthday parties?!
Rosh Hashana dinner at Steven and Celina’s. Happy New Year!
We ate the ceremonial foods with honey noted below and then matzoh ball soup, and then a fancy salad, and then a stewed beef dish and meat balls with some yummy sauce and herbed carrots and a baked cauliflower dish and couscous. Then for dessert we had baked apples and home made by Celina (as was every other scrumptious dish) baklava and ice cream. *Sigh*
From the internet: “Among the many traditions of Rosh Hashana are:
Dipping of bread into honey after kiddish and ha-Motzi, as a symbol of the hope that the new year will be sweet. Dipping pieces of apple into honey, for the same reason. Also, the apple is said to symbolize the Divine Presence. Use of round loaf of bread instead of the usual braided challah. Some say the round shape symbolizes a crown.”
This is my mother and her adorable and saintly Doctor Ashley. I know I said my dentist was a saint and I said my doctor was a saint but those guys have to deal with a rather diluted version of my mother: me. Dr Ashley Has my mother and from what I can tell that brings saintliness to a whole new level.
I should also mention that Mom makes everyone in the office call her Gran’ma. She won’t answer to any other name and she says points and says ‘you’re supposed to call me Gran’ma’ should anyone slip. I was witness to some poor nurse who kept say ‘but you’re not My Gran’ma’ and Mom refusing to be moved.
I want to praise my big sister for making everything about the care of our mother possible. I want to praise my little sister for her time, talent, and the gift she gives us, for all she does for our mother. Our mother is soo lucky I am not her only child. Her TIAs are taking her mind but she is neither paranoid nor hallucinatory. For this we are grateful every day.
ps I rented the movie ‘Iris’ and wept for about 5 hours. The acting is phenomenal. I do not recommend it.
Thanks Rosie for feeding us all. Yummy! That’s Rosie in the middle, Marsha to the left, and Marsha’s daughter Kelly on the right. Kelly and Cynthia went all through school together. Rosie and Marsha went all through school together. When I went to England with Marsha back in the mid-90s we went to visit Rosie. Now you know everything.
Remember a couple years ago when Alex went with me to Oregon to pick up the cute-as-pie but long-ago-crashed trailer? We stayed at Terry and Tammie’s place here near Portland.
Now Alex and Carol are up there visiting and having far too much fun it seems from the photos. Following are two more of the pix.
Look what Paola sent! Photos from Madagascar! Paola and Lallo are the wonderful Italians with whom I happily crossed paths on three separate occasions while traveling in Vietnam. They certainly travel far and wide!
This was fun, and interesting, and pretty long too – a free tour of JPL. They tell you no problem bring your camera take pictures of anything except the Mission Control Room. And I didn’t get a single shot I liked. Hmm. Maybe Brigitte got something and she’ll send it to me.
Our lively group of around 30 included the two guys on the left who were our guides as well as Rupa, Marsha, Hartley, Brigitte, and Lona.
The Hollywood Bowl and Mr Willie Nelson. And the LA Phil?! That part was weird – Willie Nelson and the LA Philharmonic. But after 45 minutes of soaring strings and sappy arrangements we got a 20 minute intermission, and then Willie came back with a country band and played and sang like the remarkable 73 year old man that he is, until 11pm.
Notice the JumboTron screens on both sides of the stage. The closeups are so compelling I wonder what we looked at before.
This is what happens the instant Rome catches sight of my camera. ‘Oowww that looks gooood. I’m so there!’
My camera has a perfect feature for this situation called something like ‘following focus’ but first you have to Catch the focus before the camera can follow! (And then again I usually forget to take this setting anyway.)
This was one of those It Takes A Village days. Plans were in place for Lona and Flor to take Mom to the doctor to get her ingrown toenail cut out and Windy and Rupa and I were set for lunch and then we’d meet then all at the doctor’s office.
(One experienced person can manage Mom in the house but I wouldn’t think of taking her out without help.)
But, then, Hartley stuck a stick in his newly surgerized eye requiring a rush to a doctor in the opposite direction and a scramble of re-planning ensued. It worked out quite easily because Windy and I were both available. What if we all had to go to our jobs? Phewww.