Monthly Archives: June 2014

A Morning Slog

I love New Mexico and my job and myself in general when I go for that dawn walk along Tingley Beach. Now and then however it’s not so invigorating, in fact it’s just trudging along because walking is good for me. Today was just such a morning–but made tolerable–no, more than tolerable–actually pleasurable by searching for photo ops. With a challenge. No duck/goose photos allowed. Here’s the morning:

I didn't say no birds, just no ducks or geese.

I didn’t say no birds, just no ducks or geese.

Starting a trend, like the Pont des Arts.

Starting a trend, like the Pont des Arts.

After all the American, Latin America history classes I've take that included references to the Rio Grande, I love that it is so near where I live. Like my own personal river.

After all the American, Latin America history classes I’ve take that included references to the Rio Grande, I love that it is so near where I live. Like my own personal river.

Wonder if this went with yesterday's shoe? Different street corner though.

Wonder if this went with yesterday’s shoe? Different street corner though.

Little lost shoes.

Little lost shoes.

As I was taking this pic an employee (I suppose) drove by, slowed way down, stopped, stared at me for awhile and then drove in the lot. And yes, if you read this, I do work for the KGB.

As I was taking this pic an employee (I suppose) drove by, slowed way down, stopped, stared at me for awhile and then drove in the lot. And yes, if you read this, I do work for the KGB.

More wildlife.

More wildlife.

 

 

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Morning Walk: A duck, found objects and Wednesday’s cloud

A reflective duck.

A reflective duck.

Walked right out of that shoe.

Walked right out of that shoe.

When you run too fast...

When you run too fast…

A lavender theme.

A lavender theme.

Wednesday's cloud in New Mexico.

Wednesday’s cloud in New Mexico.

Everyone Deserves a Break

This evening. Ice Cream (well, almost ice cream). House of Cards. Me. P1080770 (2)

DUCK WITH CHERRY (TOMATO) SAUCE

For maximum enjoyment, i.e. photo ops: The ducks should be just finishing their own version of Naked’s Green Machine combined with a wash-up or already lined up for the Monday morning commute.

So refreshing first thing...

So refreshing first thing…

Driver's late?

Driver’s late?

 

The cherry tomatoes should have been baked Sunday while sipping Sangria with sparkling water and finally taking the plunge into Season 2 of House of Cards.

Baked in olive oil, balsamic vinegar, tarragon, garlic, sugar, sea salt

Baked in olive oil, balsamic vinegar, tarragon, garlic, sugar, sea salt

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Everyday Stuff

This Today X 365 blog is intended as a sort of haphazard mini-journal of daily life–to include photos and comments about topics as disparate as cooking, restaurants, family, friends, health, walking, nature, thoughts on aging, and even weather.

A dawn stroll along the river is usually a good time and place to begin a day’s ‘journal’ post. However some mornings, while pleasant and cool at 5:45AM when I leave my house, are just not visually stimulating. And I understand there is a maximum number of duck/goose photos allowed on any one website. I believe that number is approximately Four Million–which I reached last week.

So, this morning, grasping at straws, I decided to focus on weather. Alas, we’re not actually having any today so, as you can see in the following photo, I was forced to fake it. Just enjoy the sun on the falling water…and pretend it is a rainy day in Albuquerque.

Fake weather.

Fake weather.

Weather a little later on a hot summer day.

Weather a little later on a hot summer day.

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TIME AND PLACE

Only "travel" photo I could come up with right now. "Bus wreck on a Senegalese highway" art. Only “travel” photo I could come up with right now. “Bus wreck on a Senegalese highway” art.

Here it is—the itinerary for Steven, the graduate grandson, and me. I think I already posted this but it’s so much fun to write it all I’m going to do it again, naming the airlines this time. LA to Dubai on Emirates; Dubai to Addis Ababa on Emirates; Addis Ababa to Kigali on Ethiopian Airlines; Kigali to Johannesburg on South African Airways; Johannesburg to Maun on Air Botswana; Maun to Cape Town on Air Botswana; Cape Town to Johannesburg on South African Airways; Johannesburg to Muscat on Emirates; Abu Dhabi to Mumbai on Gulf Air; Mumbai to Doha on Gulf Air; Doha to Manama on British Airways; Manama to Kuwait City on Kuwait Airways and finally home to LA on Emirates again.

All, except for the Maun legs, purchased through my friendly ticket…

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BACK TO THE GOOD STUFF

So got that family thing out of the way…all those photos of happy graduates and the President. Now for some creatures of true beauty.

Ditch bank in first light

Ditch bank in first light

Hey it was cold last night...that sun feels so good on my back.

Hey it was cold last night…that sun feels so good on my back.

Just woke up. No time to brush our beaks yet.

Just woke up. No time to brush our beaks yet.

More wild life photography practice.

More wild life photography practice.

RANDOM FAMILY PHOTOS–JUNE 2014–CALIFORNIA

 

SARA

SARA

STEVEN

STEVEN

SARA & STEVEN

SARA & STEVEN

SCOTT, STEVE & THEIR KINDLY OLD MUM

SCOTT, STEVE & THEIR KINDLY OLD MUM

COUSINS DONDI & TERESA

COUSINS DONDI & TERESA

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WHAT IS IT YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO DO IN SELFIES?

 

TERESA, MY TRAVEL BUDDY, & ME

TERESA, MY TRAVEL BUDDY, & ME

 

PATRICIA PRACTICING FOR THE BEACHCOMBER LIFE

PATRICIA PRACTICING FOR THE BEACHCOMBER LIFE

PARTY'S OVER

PARTY’S OVER

LIFE'S A BEACH ... IT'S TRUE

LIFE’S A BEACH … IT’S TRUE

ON THE PLEASURES AND PITFALLS OF BEING OPINIONATED

If I want my children and grandchildren to remember me as a kindly loving … sweet little old lady, I must transition from the opinionated grouch I’m on my way to becoming (okay so maybe become is the operative word but now it is new-leaf time). The thing is I still have many cranky sarcastic cynical mean things to say about a lot of stuff and, it turns out, I’m as qualified—let me rephrase that—more qualified than most people out there voicing their seriously ignorant and ignoble opinions on every social and electronic venue available. More qualified for what and then whom you ask? More qualified to comment on current affairs than people who do not read the NYT and a local paper and The New Yorker (some) and watch Aljazeera and catch some daily blurbs on Huffington Post and read history books and take an occasional MOOC and stay advised by my grandchildren who have turned me on to reddit (although I’m not sure how I feel about it yet) and are my guides to the webiverse.

Now you have my credentials for Cops and Robbers which I am going to try to make an ongoing series of posts for one of my blogs called Trains of Thought. It is where all my venting will take place. This way I can smile ever so sweetly at the dinner table and stick to comments about how good the potatoes turned out. Since the weather has become a volatile political issue even it is no longer free from confrontational possibilities but potatoes are still generally safe—along with the best time of year to plant things and whether tar or concrete is best for street surfaces.

What I’m hoping is that Cops and Robbers will force me to edit my tirades so they sound a little smarter than the average angry rant.

That’s the plan. This morning.

In MY OPINION this is a good, not great but good, photo.

In MY OPINION this is a good, not great but good, photo.

FAMILY ALBUM 2–STEVEN KLOTZBACK, BARACK OBAMA & CORONADO BEACH

Mr. President

Mr. President

Saturday started at 3:45am when we started emerging from our bedrooms, sleepy-eyed, reaching desperately for a first sip of coffee, putting on our good Obama-speech clothes and piling into the rental van for the hour or two from San Diego to Anaheim’s Angel Stadium where the Big Event would happen.

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Okay so it's not a great photo but it's MINE

Okay so it’s not a great photo but it’s MINE

And there they come to save the world

And there they come to save the world

 

It goes like this: Hours in the sun waiting for THE SPEECH. THE SPEECH. Which was … was … well … awesome. The Pres was eloquent, funny, and clear about what he believes and what needs to be done. He was also pretty clear about the intellectual capacities and moral fiber — or lack thereof — of the climate change deniers. Easily worth my sunburned scalp and a few hours of lost sleep.

The grads, Steven and Ashley, and one of the funding fathers

The grads, Steven and Ashley, and one of the funding fathers

Then University officials read the formal statement conferring the degrees and Steven became a college graduate. I had no idea UC Irvine had moved up in the University of California system to be part of that top tier along with UC Berkeley, UCLA, etc. So anyway I AM PROUD.

Then back in San Diego and a few of us take the Albuquerque girls for a beach walk

 

Scott, walking the beach, contemplating life without a kid in college

Scott, walking the beach, contemplating life without a kid in college

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Albuquerque girl Patricia soaks up some ocean air and gets sand in her toes

Albuquerque girl Patricia soaks up some ocean air and gets sand in her toes

 

 

Nothing like California beach sand

Nothing like California beach sand

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THE NEXT MORNING

Time to go home

Time to go home

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