That’s Cynthia and Lona walking. We were all walking but they were walking so so fast I could not keep up. I trotted along behind them for 15-20 minutes and then I had to take a break!
That’s me, taking a break.
Getting ready for a big travel spring and the start of Home Improvement season.
Ben and Bonnie are in Israel visiting their most splendid grandboys Yossef-Shalom and Yaacov-Hillel who are simply precious, and Jonathan and Judy are doing very well too.
When your grandchildren are on the other side of the world and speak a language you don’t know, it’s a challenge to stay connected. Good job B&B!
((I’m still adding pictures! I’ve identified a few more to snag from other people.))
I’ll get to the details later…this is such a small representation of the FABULOUS event. I wish I could have a picture of every beautiful person who was there but once the party kicked in to full steam I got so distracted by all you beautiful people that I stopped taking pictures! I don’t even have a picture of the TACOS.
I’m going to try collecting other people’s pictures to flesh this out.
Darryl, Darryl you SO DID IT!
Ann hosted the Monday night potluck and brought her splendid garden inside. Maxine made us a to-die-for (and we all thought we might just die of overeating) full-on corned beef and cabbage dinner because we missed St Patrick’s at her house, and Ann made a carrot cake so irresistible I had to eat it twice.
It was the first night of Dancing with the Stars and everyone stayed late into the night (except me because I have so far to drive).
It was an eventful Monday night.
I had to take out the old-old-sad-dead lemon tree and I plan to put another tree in the same spot – Myer lemons this time and bigger than the one just sitting there now, and a kumquat tree in that big pot. The smells this spring are so amazing.
This picture isn’t featuring the new pavers but the patio was all up and running a couple of weeks ago and the guy came back on Saturday to finish the last little clean-up bits and to straighten the fence as much as possible.
I still haven’t addressed irrigation, plants, or all that grass that is screamingly happy now because we had some rain but will die out again without water.
I had a visit with Kathleen this morning and she was still flying high from her chance encounter with Leon Bridges the night before.
Not a chance encounter exactly since she and Cheyanne and Cheyanne’s boyfriend drove up to Santa Barbara so they could go to his concert and before the show Kathleen tracked him down like a stalker to get this photo.
He’s great, have a listen. And on the same day I heard an NPR interview with Parker Millsap, a kid of 23 to Leon’s 26, and he’s great too. What a treat.
Indian Hawthorn that’s everywhere now, not the Hawthorn of Proust however. Here’s a sentence from Proust mentioning Hawthorns…for your ‘entertainment’?:
“I found the whole path throbbing with the fragrance of hawthorn-blossom. The hedge resembled a series of chapels, whose walls were no longer visible under the mountains of flowers that were heaped upon their altars; while underneath, the sun cast a square of light upon the ground, as though it had shone in upon them through a window; the scent that swept out over me from them was as rich, and as circumscribed in its range, as though I had been standing before the Lady-altar, and the flowers, themselves adorned also, held out each its little bunch of glittering stamens with an air of inattention, fine, radiating ‘nerves’ in the flamboyant style of architecture, like those which, in church, framed the stair to the rood-loft or closed the perpendicular tracery of the windows, but here spread out into pools of fleshy white, like strawberry-beds in spring. How simple and rustic, in comparison with these, would seem the dog-roses which, in a few weeks’ time, would be climbing the same hillside path in the heat of the sun, dressed in the smooth silk of their blushing pink bodices, which would be undone and scattered by the first breath of wind.
“But it was in vain that I lingered before the hawthorns, to breathe in, to marshal before my mind (which knew not what to make of it), to lose in order to rediscover their invisible and unchanging odour, to absorb myself in the rhythm which disposed their flowers here and there with the light-heartedness of youth, and at intervals as unexpected as certain intervals of music; they offered me an indefinite continuation of the same charm, in an inexhaustible profusion, but without letting me delve into it any more deeply, like those melodies which one can play over a hundred times in succession without coming any nearer to their secret. I turned away from them for a moment so as to be able to return to them with renewed strength. My eyes followed up the slope which, outside the hedge, rose steeply to the fields, a poppy that had strayed and been lost by its fellows, or a few cornflowers that had fallen lazily behind, and decorated the ground here and there with their flowers like the border of a tapestry, in which may be seen at intervals hints of the rustic theme which appears triumphant in the panel itself; infrequent still, spaced apart as the scattered houses which warn us that we are approaching a village, they betokened to me the vast expanse of waving corn beneath the fleecy clouds, and the sight of a single poppy hoisting upon its slender rigging and holding against the breeze its scarlet ensign, over the buoy of rich black earth from which it sprang, made my heart beat as does a wayfarer’s when he perceives, upon some low-lying ground, an old and broken boat which is being caulked and made seaworthy, and cries out, although he has not yet caught sight of it, “The Sea!”
Then I went over to Nancy’s for a visit. Thanks for the yummy lunch! We walked to LACMA and saw the very large new Robert Mapplethorpe show. It’s us in that picture.
We were talking about candy and it reminded me of how when I’m together with my sisters and a box of See’s Candy presents itself we “gather around the box of chocolates like witches around a bonfire cackling into the cauldron”.
Check out the before and after on the fence. Somehow they managed to make the fence crooked and it is a giant fork in my eye.
Also there are a couple of clean-ups that aren’t done yet. Every day is going to be the day they come and then they don’t come. The pavers are excellent though in that the rain has not pooled up once.
I was working with Lona on her big yearly bookkeeping project which went very well because her helper Cindi had gotten everything together and then I had a vision for a better way and voilá my part was finished in one day. Now if I can just remember how I did it.
Here’s Nancy standing beside a portrait painted by her employer Artis Lane.
Happy Birthday LONA! We gathered for a fast morning walk before helping out with some chores and then Windy and I went on with our day while Lona, Hartley, Trevor, and Charis got ready to host some birthday guests.
My older sister is Seventy Five Years Old. But what does that say about MEE.
I had lunch with Boban this week – I didn’t take a picture but here is what happened that very day (omg!) when his 1-2-300 year old oak tree fell over on his tree house. That’s a play house to the right and a chicken coop to the left. Fortunately the actual houses on the lot were ok.
I went with Ken for dinner at The Smoke House, a red-leather-booths classic opened in 1946, the year before we were born, and then we saw a very fun production of Nunsense, a cute little musical that’s been playing somewhere around town since 1985.
In between I rolled Kathleen to the emergency room again but that’s another story. She’s fine so good for that.