Awww, kitty kitty.
I do have a floor…and a bed…
After a series of detours Nancy and I ended up at the Landmark and saw Lion, a new movie staring Dev Patel.
Let me tell you it was a tear jerker of the First Order. It’s based on a true story and one of the tag lines as they ran through the where-are-they-now part of the story says “over 80,000 children go missing in India every year”. I tried to confirm the number – other sources quote an even higher number, a source in 2013 said the number was 60,000.
Less than 60,000 Americans died in the entire Vietnam war and here we have more than 80,000 children missing every year. Many are eventually found, many are not.
Muriel came over this morning and we walked down to the Promenade and back. Nice, and particularly nice because we got poured on for the last 4-5 blocks. We didn’t care. We were GLAD!
Then Marsha was over-the-hill so she dropped by and that was delightful too.
No pictures though.
So here’s a picture of the Brown Thanksgiving in Hawaii. They were at a beach house on the North Shore and the whole gang was present including several guests whose names escape me at the moment.
Christa, Charis, guest, Beth, Hartley, guest, Janice, guest, Trevor, Caleb. Lona took the picture.
Check it out – the conductor, who was pretty dang adorable with his butterfly hands: Krzysztof Urbanski. And the prodigy violinist: Augustin Hadelich.
I wished and wished Kaitlin was there to see the clarinet players (she just started clarinet) and feel the power of top-notch orchestral works played by a world-class orchestra in one of the great venues of the modern music experience. Soon my darling!
I want a sunflower forest too! I just ran across this picture and I don’t remember where I took it. I wonder how much water it takes to grow sunflowers. Here, let me google that for you…too bad, too much water required.
All set with the kitchen counter fabricators to get to work after the holiday. Coming soon: water to a kitchen near me!
“Human Condition is an immersive, site-specific exhibition that features the work of over eighty emerging and established artists in a uniquely challenging space: a former hospital in West Adams, previously known as the Los Angeles Metropolitan Medical Center.
“Curated and produced by the Los Angeles-based art advisor John Wolf, Human Condition invites artists to re-contextualize the hospital’s functional history—over 40,000 square feet of it—as a venue to explore what it means to be human.
“The Los Angeles Metropolitan Medical Center proudly opened in 1971 as the first Black-owned hospital in Los Angeles. It operated successfully for decades. Later, both the hospital and the West Adams neighborhood in which it was located declined; in the hands of the Pacific Health Corp, the hospital closed amid revelations of criminal mismanagement and insurance fraud in 2013.”
So here we are at Admitting. Many, if not most, of the signs were still in place and wandering around in the hospital and feeling the abandoned spaces with their once very specific purposes was definitely part of the art project. It would have been something to do even had there been no art.
“…the two main floors of the exhibition are divided in approach to human condition. The subconscious mind is addressed on the first floor…while the conscious, decision-making mind is explored on the second floor.”
I’m not sure why the second floor should have all been so bleak, sad, miserable, and full of despair.
The text in red says “I watched my father beat my mother for no reason, punching her face and pulling her hair in a fury of blood/tears.”
The text in blue says “I have nothing to say on these matters – existence confuses me – I want to lose myself in poetry – the massive cloud of doubt and regret snagged on the gnarled branches of thought.”
The whole picture contains a number of these conversations with a similarly mournful appearance.
This one says “Another sunny and sinister 87 degrees in LA” and there were many others in various rooms saying “Another sunny and sinister 76 degrees in LA”, etc., all the same picture with different temperatures, different numbers of gun shot wounds, different gang tattoos.
These two were among the least bleak of the second floor work!
He can replace all the ratty torn screens in one day. An expensive day, but one day none-the-less.
I still don’t have a bookcase or anywhere to put tchotchkes and So much more still to consider. Hope against Hope I’ll get the kitchen counters ordered in the next few days so maybe I can have a sink before December.
The teams had to program their robot, the robot that they’d built out of Legos, to do various tasks – follow a track, move an object, pass over an obstacle – and you got points based on the difficulty of the challenge you accepted and how well you achieved the goal.
All the kids were so IN to it as you could tell by their expressions and body language.
As well as the robot missions there were three demonstration aspects to the competition.
#1 Here they showed their robot in action, showed their work notebook, and then answered questions. I was nuts for the kid in the blue shirt. He was sweet and supportive and well-focused to keeping the kids on task.
#2 This is the skit they did to show which challenge they decided to focus on. There were many aspects to this event including a ton of questions from the judges.
The kids really knew and understood the topic and it was so fun to watch it all unfold.
#3 The third demonstration event was a team work challenge. I sat out that one so other adults could have a turn as admission to the rooms was strictly limited.
…and this is a run for points.
I didn’t stay until the very end because there was going to be a long break before the final ceremonies. The Octonators, Kaitlin and Angela’s team did great and the other two teams from Jefferson did great too. One of the teams placed second overall and the other won first in one of the three demonstration events.
Wow, the list of what’s left to do in the bathroom can fit on one page!
A spot or two need grout, the floor needs a this-is-as-good-as-it-gets once over, clean up the fittings under the sink, add a mirror, and maybe add another plant like a bamboo over in the corner with the cat, in a container that you can fill up with water and not kill for a while.
Why is the shower handle where it is? So you can turn on the water to get warm before you get in. Where is the shampoo and toothbrush and etc? There are built in shelves in the corner of the shower by the handle that are so cool because you can’t see them. How do you get into that tub? It’s not quite as tricky as it looks but I should probably get a stool for the future.
And YES my dear friends and family (looking in and looking out). There IS a ‘door’ of sorts that will offer complete privacy AND I like it. It’s a nice heavy drape that cuddles the edge of the door frame when not in use and easily and happily extends when it is. That I like the material is a near-miracle.
YAY!! Cheers and clapping my friends and family!
I will have to take it down for I don’t know how long to get it hemmed and pressed but it’s going to be GREAT!
Then instead of The Election I turned my attention to catching up on Dancing with the Stars. It’s quite good this year and after all these seasons it’s surprisingly well done, especially the production of each individual dance which is unique and appropriate.
I’m so glad and glad to be distracted for a while too.
This used to be ‘the refrigerator door’ in the little place and it might be my last collection. Every six months or so I’d take a picture and put everything in a bag which are now piling up in the garage, and start over.
There’s a Christmas picture and a New Years card from 2013 that I ran across, a mamsa hand magnet from my old Ford Focus, a gift card (to use soon!) from DAK&L, a massage gift from the Holdens, a fox magnet from Kaitlin, a felt pear I made as a craft with the girls, a call-the-nurse card, the Seattle reunion button, and the cranes that I need to put somewhere; a map of the train lines I got when Expo opened out here, a picture of the people from the Galapagos who sent my card back and the card itself, a card from Sandy that I’ve had around for years, a thank you note from Charis, Christa’s graduation announcement.