Tuesday, June 18

Light In the Corners

The light in the four corners of my living room at about 12:10pm today.

Monday, June 10

406 square feet

And 50 feet of edging.
I'm about to work on the biggest painted surface in my home rehab project.

#cashiostreet 

Saturday, March 30

Mom Tea All Day

When I was at home before going to college, Mom made me hot tea for breakfast*. I didn't like the tea too strong, so she would pull the tea bag out after achieving a pale brew and drop it in a shot glass on the window sill to be dunked again tomorrow.

I did acquire a real appreciation of robust tea in my 20's. And made fresh tea for every cup. Frugality has its limits.

Now, my recently adopted tea habit reminds me of Mom's attention and thrift. These days I start with one or sometimes two bags of decaf black tea and brew it until it's pretty "strong". Since decaf never seems to rise to the level of sharp acidity of conventional tea, I can leave the bag(s) in the cup and occasionally warm it up with hot water all morning long without missing much.

Tea connoisseurs are spinning in their seats right now. I know. I know! That's no way to create a cup of tea. But really my necessary avoidance of caffeine and my subdued, old taste buds mean that I just enjoy a hot beverage that is little more than colored water and a hand warmer. (~shrug~)

On a special occasion, I still do enjoy "real" tea. Well-brewed Earl Grey or English Breakfast Tea with a squeeze of lemon. That's a delight!

* Back home, on the days when I had a sore throat from overnight post-nasal drip, Mom made hot chocolate with real milk and Nestlé Quick. And marshmallows on top. Indulgent but excellent nursing.

** The beautiful mug pictured here was made by Janet, my lovely and talented sister, as was the little pill cup in the background.

Monday, March 18

Lunch got by me...

I wish I thought to photo this plate before I finished it. 
There was 
Fresh hummus - made while I 
Roasted cauliflower with Tajin and a drizzle of
Spicy-sweet brine from a batch of lime pickles which brine was also tasty with bites of
Goat's milk feta alternating with
Indian turmeric pickles. 
The vehicle for all was home-baked and fire-toasted sourdough bread.
Yum! 

Posted by email  from my dining table.

Sunday, March 10

To Kill a Mockingbird - it was hotter then...




I'm just parking this quote here. I treasure it and want to be able to find it fast. I want to find photos to illustrate that kind of heat. 

Somehow, it was hotter then: a black dog suffered on a summer's day; bony mules hitched to Hoover carts flicked flies in the sweltering shade of the live oaks on the square. Men's stiff collars wilted by nine in the morning. Ladies bathed before noon, after their three-o'clock naps, and by nightfall were like soft teacakes with frostings of sweat and sweet talcum.

Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird 

Monday, February 19

King Tide at White Point

  That's a kind of landscape, don't you think? or a geologic cut-away display. In miniature.

White Point is on the Palos Verdes Peninsula. 

End the day with Joshua trees

Enjoying a few days in Joshua Tree National Park. This was just after sunset the first hike day.

Wednesday, January 10

At the end of the day

Sunset cliff  San Diego