Wednesday, July 28, 2010

like a tornado in New York City


That's how it feels in my head, though I suppose it's not really an apt metaphor since tornadoes in NYC are rare. In my head however...






(photo: http://www.nesec.org/hazards/tornadoes.cfm)

Saturday, July 24, 2010

Limantour


One of the gorgeous Pt. Reyes National Seashore beaches -- I recommend it. After a while though my reveries and self-pity were too often interrupted by beachgoers. But I finished the book I was reading and had plenty of time to sulk in the car on the drive home.

Friday, July 23, 2010

wrong


I've been given to understand that the dark clouds of that there sky will slough off today, starting in the west. I am not inclined to believe it, but I am a wrong about a lot of things.

Monday, July 19, 2010

waiting


Ross Castle
Originally uploaded by jeesau
You're right, Mr. Petty, the waiting is the hardest part.

Saturday, July 17, 2010

ripening


Summer = peaches
Peaches = yum

That is all.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

show biz

If you had a photo of two beloved female relatives posing with a little person dressed as a clown, you'd have to post it, right? Right. Pictured here is my beloved Aunt Mamie and my much missed and lovely grandma, Lucy. The child in on the far right is my mom.

I personally have no photos of myself posing with someone dressed in circus attire, but I think I shall make it a goal of mine.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

teddy bear love triangle

Yesterday, I just had to take a photo of this mural on the outside wall of the really cool candy/gift shop in Berkeley. Its image has always puzzled me. It appears two teddy bears are in an intimate embrace, while another teddy bear (gender of all parties indeterminate) is trying to pull one of the bears away. The bear is smiling, but under that smile is a heart filled with jealousy. Am I right or what?

Or, could be the person who painted this didn't give it much thought at all. The work order read "3 teddy bears, floating candy, store name, in vermillion," so the guy painted it and never looked back.

Saturday, July 10, 2010

another short-short


misplaced
Originally uploaded by jeesau
Pale Blue

“When will they call?”
“After the surgery, I guess.”
“Uh-huh.” Michael looked up over his coffee mug at the ticking kitchen clock – an owl with moving eyes. He’d never liked that thing. Not since his wife had brought it home from a yard sale. “It’s watching me, Evelyn. I don’t like the look it’s giving me.” “Oh don’t be silly! It’s made of plastic. It’s kitsch. And a bargain at $11.” Evelyn, the poor woman, had a sixth sense for yard sales; she could divine a sale blocks away, but she never got a good deal. Eleven dollars? For that? Michael had thought when he saw it.

“He said she might get sick. After.” Evelyn was folding, unfolding and re-folding her paper napkin, a little pillow of pale blue, then a quilt with squares, then a pillow again.

“Who said, dear?”

“The doctor. He said, you know when he walked us to the lobby and I asked how soon after mother’s surgery could we see her?”

“Yes, yes. The lobby.”

“I don’t want to get in the way, but I do want mother to see someone’s there when she wakes up.”

“Sure, that’s fine.”

Michael patted his wife’s forearm, a tap, Morse code – relax, please, relax. He knew not to say the words. That, he’d learned early in their marriage. To say “relax” to Evelyn was like funneling ten thousand volts through her brain. It served its opposite purpose. Few words and a steady, reassuring presence was the way to say “relax” to her. He pulled her empty coffee mug across the table and rose to refill it. She said nothing and kept at folding and unfolding and re-folding her napkin.

“Ev, I don’t mind waiting for the call. You can rest your eyes some and I’ll come get – “

Her expression silenced him. Of course, Michael thought, I am ridiculous for suggesting that. It just came out, like something a character in a movie might say. The truth was he didn’t expect Evelyn’s mother would survive the surgery but he promised himself he would stay up all night until the phone rang.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

it's an honor

Today, for my 10-year employment anniversary (which actually occurred a year and a half ago), I was unceremoniously presented with a medallion. I've never owned a medallion before, and am not quite sure what to do with it. Attach a large chain and wear it Mr. T style? Buy some vellum tracing paper and making rubbings of it, then frame the rubbings to give as gifts? Naw, can't think of anyone I want to punish that much.

I would have rather had some cash, but thanks anyway.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

just a moment

We are moving into cubicles this weekend. This will be the last week in my giant anchor-heavy black desk, with the peeling veneer and squeaky drawers. I don't know what the modular desk looks like yet, but I've been in them before. That's right in. That's the appropriate preposition. Cubicle walls and modular desks make you feel as though you are in something.

I'll be glad to clean out my desk, but what do I do with these: 2 rubber balls that look like planet earth, a skeleton earring, 50 francs, and a postcard from Seattle?

Sunday, July 4, 2010

aglow

Hey, Happy 4th. I don't know what that white bird has to do with Independence Day, but I don't have a photo of the red, white and blue.

I don't feel patriotic today. Does that make me a bad person?

Saturday, July 3, 2010

overtime

I've probably spent too much time on the couch this four-day weekend. I don't do so well with a lot of unstructured time. Hours drift by and I'm still in my PJs. Hmm... But the cooking shows are almost over. Then I promise to get outside.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

one dollar

Today carpoolers must pay $2.50 to use the carpool lane, as well as having two riders. I was prepared for a big deal, but the east parking lot was suspiciously empty. The cash lane lines were long though.

The driver said he wouldn't ask people for $1.25, but if people volunteered he said he'd take it. I gave the guy a buck. Figured a dollar for a ride to the city was fair.