Monthly Archives: June 2014
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:
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.
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.
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.
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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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.
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.
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.
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.
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