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September 1, 2015

A New Month


Golden Rose

The nights are cool enough now that we can sleep with the windows open.  There was a wonderful cool breeze blowing in the doors as we headed to bed.  We both breathed a sigh of relief climbing under the covers.

He dreamed….vivid images all night long he told me.  I dreamed and still remember the images this afternoon.  An upcoming earthquake.  How we knew that, I don’t know, but I still remember the colors and textures of our move out from here to a cabin in the mountains.  One of those all night dreams.

I said, “It must have been something we ate.”  I told Bobbie a bit jokingly.

Bobbie said, “It couldn’t have been that…” not at all jokingly.

“But I still remember every FedEx flight as it came in to land,” I replied.  Only later did I remember the two helicopters moving up and down the coastline in the darkness.  Someone was lost out in the chill water…perhaps jumped off the pier.

Going from the indoor silence of the closed and air conditioned house to sleeping out in the world was a bit of a shock.  But it was the right temperature.

  • Himself:  Intent on fixing estimates.  Costco for dinner, he decreed.
  • Herself:  Consolidating my mountain of books and going through them:  To read, for Margot, to the store, et al.
  • Reading:  Nothing now.  Imagine that.  I’ll have something fresh when I finish sorting the pile.
  • Gratitudes:  A good visit to my PT guy this morning.  New stretches I can do by myself.  A nap this afternoon.  Window shopping tonight.  What more could one want.

  • August 30, 2015

    Life Glimpses and Sunday Snippits

    The Stennis entering the harbor.

    • Another old friend died.  Patrick Latham.  He was part of my group of friends who helped me raise my two teenaged daughters during my first years alone.  Bill and JR, and Frankie were the others.  These guys helped hold me together when I was drinking very heavily and knew not what I did.  Lately, I would see him often in the store…usually Mondays, but he’d also come in on Wednesdays.  As he got older and his particularities grew more, I liked him less.  Still he was a friend.  Many folks remember him as the man who walked his dog on the cliffs every day and talked about OB in the old days.  There will be a gathering at Dusty Rhoads Park September 13th at 1pm.

  • I’ve been rereading the Nazi essays that I’ve been writing over the years.  They are really pretty good…I surprised myself with the quality of my writing.  Only once did a sentence have to be rewritten.  Only about five times did I find that a shorter sentence would work well instead of one long and unwieldly one.  The research was well done too.  Metaphorically I found myself patting myself on the back.  I have a couple more to read then I’d like to share them somewhere besides my blog.

  • Suddenly we are a very social couple.  I’m sure no one took the heat into account when planning these birthdays or fundraisers.  Friday a BBQ at the bay.  They were planned months in advance.  Saturday night, far into the hinterlands, was a delightful ice cream social.  I love these things.  In this beer drinking age, who would have thought that ice cream socials would be in again, but they are.  Sunday is a triple potluck birthday party.  We to almost recluses are being forced out the door and to a party.  Oh, my.

  • I’ve begun sketching out the Bobbie quilt.  Bobbie is in Texas opening her latest show.  Her New York agent has now scheduled her for a Museum show opening in two years in Chicago.  Very exciting stuff indeed.  Perhaps I will title the quilt ‘Crows.’

  • Reading the last two of the JA Jance Beaumont series.  Well written all around, but I think so well written that the character has almost become real over the years.  Real, but rather dry, and humorless as he aged.  LOL  He was a much more varied person when he was younger.

  • Hot, hot hot….That’s the opening line of a Broadway show.  That’s us too.  They say the world will soon begin a cool-down, but I will believe it when I see it.  All conversations around here center on the weather.

  • Himself:  Feeling better he says.  Off to the museum now.
  • Herself:  Finding cool clothes to wear over the weekend.
  • Reading:  Jance.  Wearing: Something cool.  Eating: Small meals.  Drinking a lot of water.
  • Gratitudes:  The seared blue of the sky.

  • August 26, 2015

    More Quilt Thoughts

    The Red Star Quilt.

    We are so spoiled here.  The high heat combined with the humidity isn’t like us at all.  Warm and dry here….or hot and dry.  Air blown our way from the desert not summer storm air blown in from the gulf of Mexico.  Yesterday it rained too.  Amazing.

    We are all hiding in any AC we can find.  If Grumpy comes home today, he can just sit in the garage.  We will drive him when the weather changes.  Yes, he’s still on his enforced vacation, and I am going with G to the gym really early…really.  This morning, I was running late.  At least I got all my PT done in the hot tub before leaving.

    Today I’m the book lady tho I think we are lacking books.  Later I will lay out what I have found in the way of fabric….just enough for the back of a California King quilt, I think.  And I's time to research crows too.