Hello girls, nice day!
Rome, Lilly, Roxi
Welcome Summer, and I’m going to be Home!
They had four groups moving through four routines, beam, bars, floor, and vault. Each group had about eight to ten kids. It took an hour total and they were admirably well organized. Lilly’s section started at 4:30. There were three other sections during the day. Oh my those teachers were plenty tired by the end.
They play on Saturday and Sunday during the summer and it is a delight to bring a little picnic and enjoy the sport as the fabulous horses thunder past your face.
You can check on the website. It’s always good but it’s great when they are playing a real tournament and not just having practice chuckers. We saw both this morning and could really appreciate the difference.
I was walking around doing chores today and thought to see how far it really was to walk to the new metro extension of the Expo Line that should be open at least by the beginning of 2016. I used to think they might be opening station by station but no, the whole Phase 2 has to finish and it all opens at once.
Crazy, it’s .8 miles from my house to the 26th and Olympic station, and .8 miles from my house to the 17th and Colorado station. Not around the corner, but that’s 15-20 minutes walking, and perfectly doable, and quite safe enough I believe.
Except for about 70 spots at Santa Monica College (17th and Colorado) there is no parking for me.
Considering our need for parking around here at least at this time to make public transportation a reliable commuter choice (like for example if it ever rains again), and with the inevitable demands for housing, I imagine our wonderful low-density crumbling yet classy Bergamot Station Art Center that fronts the 26th and Olympic station won’t be with us for too much longer.
There’s a facebook page called Hello-Expo that is a real kick full of pictures and contagious enthusiasm.
Look at that sweet shiny new thing. I’d need a whole room to hold all its gifts. It’s a phone, and all my books and magazines and newspapers. It’s got a shelf full of puzzles and correspondence, and a radio and a record player. It’s got my calendar and address book and to-do lists. And it has a crazy good camera and video recorder. I only have to go to the bank if I really want cash money. More, so much more. You know all this. I don’t need to go on.
My father! That’s me in his arms, my older sister Lona, and my mother. The matching outfits…that’s all Mom. Little Windy wasn’t born yet. Daddy was born in 1904 and died in 1973. I used to think he looked like DDE and had a bit of his personality too…buttoned down military with a twinkle in his eye.
Little sister Windy, three years younger so do the math, took me out for lunch today for my birthday. Me=SIXTY-EIGHT. Just wanted to write it down again because it makes me L!O!L!
This is me pointing the camera at full telephoto into a blank sky.
Look, no spots! You probably, I hope, haven’t noticed the spots because I photoshoped them out of every picture for months now. But $65 and two hours later the sensor is cleaned and voila, no more spots. Thank you Steve!
And thanks to Marsha for coming out to lunch while I waited.
Muriel made us dinner tonight before she leaves tomorrow to enjoy 10 or so days back home in North Carolina.
This is not the dinner she made for us, although our dinner was so delicious, but rather the dinner a friend of hers made for them. Muriel who cooks like an angel knows people who cook.