Saturday, September 21

His master's voice?

Someone needs to open the card for the punch line.

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Tuesday, September 3

Friday, February 22

Call me crazy at the DMV

Yep. Call me crazy, I opted to attempt renewing my Cal DL at DMV Culver City without an appointment on a Friday.

But, hey - no problem! (So far.)

Within 30 minutes of arriving I had passed through two human-staffed stations and one computer station and was sitting comfortably waiting for G 062 to be called. G 039 was up.  

No complaints!

I just hope there are no surprise fees as i didn't bring my debit card and only have $40 cash on me. 

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Wednesday, February 20

It's a good day..

When I can put on socks and shoes standing up...that's a good day. Well balanced. 

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Sunday, June 3

Southern California Decadence

Before Memorial Day, in the farmers' market we So Cal denizens see tender greens, rich cherries, fresh onions and lush berries.
Then after the holiday, the first stone fruits and summer squashes pop up. Admittedly, we have wonderful produce every week here but we all look forward to the seasonal featured items.
This week's haul was more varied (and heavier than usual perhaps because I didn't have breakfast and I wanted to eat everything my eye lighted upon). I picked up early girl and kakoa tomatoes, eggplant, three-plus pounds of pickling cukes, Tulare cherries, tangelos,Mini Royal cherries, heirloom black beans that originated in Pennsylvania hundreds of years ago, two kinds of yellow peaches (at least from two different farmers), yellow nectarines,  zucchini, and apriums.
It's going to take some focus to consume all this stuff.

In the coming weeks, I'm looking forward to watermelon, sweet corn, all the pilots, and little galea melons.

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Sunday, May 27

Urban hiking

Matilaja Poppies are having a great year.
Here we are in San Marino.

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Wednesday, May 9

This Trail.

Let me walk this trail all the days of my life. 

This is Horseshoe Canyon on a special day in May. Rains had washed it clean for us and compacted the sand under our boots. The riverbed looked like chocolate and glinted in the sun.
The cottonwoods wore their brilliant, springtime green. It smelled fresh - like clay and scrub.

This trail took us along the path of ancient ones who left their stories on the walls in panels high above us and right next to us. They are mystical and mundane and fantastic. They spark our imaginations but on a special day in May, it's easy for a visitor to believe that this is the place the ancients wanted to be.

It is perfect.