• How-To,  observed,  politics

    Communication 101

    Growing up, my mom sat down with us every few months and taught us a new principle of conversation. It should be noted that I did not like these meetings. I wanted to watch Scooby Doo, but it was a requirement, and so I tried to quiet my interrupting voice and keep my fidgeting limbs still so I could learn about things like Reflective Listening and the Broken Record technique. To have a conversation means to give and receive words, ideas, views, thoughts, and feelings. If I look objectively on what happens on Facebook, other social media platforms, and often in person, we aren’t having many conversations. We do a…

  • observed,  photos,  snappy,  writing

    Golden Tree at Dusk or Let in the Light

    When the sun gracefully bends down in the sky to about here the most beautiful thing happens off my balcony. Before I show you that, let me back up in time just a bit. When we first moved into this little condo about a year ago, we were in the middle of some very stressful family things. We were distracted and heavy with Life and it was such a stroke of Universe (can I use “Universe” that way? Yes? Good.) that Joe’s aunts owned a place that was becoming available right when we needed it. It made the entire process of trying to find a place so much easier. We…

  • moving,  observed,  Prized Possessions,  reboot

    2010

    I’ve been known to go into Major Action Mode and plan, plan, plan and do, do, do and obsess, obsess, obsess my time away. Which is fine sometimes. My mind likes to be busy, as do my hands. Once I get something in my head and work on it for a few days/months, and get all set on How It’s Going To Be, I can have a really hard time recalculating and changing plans if the need arises. We planned to travel the USA and meet lots of people and write a book and live out of our car with practically nothing to our name. We sold almost all our…

  • observed,  that joe

    Like a Cloud of Gnats

    Joe and I went out to dinner on Saturday for his Birthday. We went to a Greek place in Malibu which was kind of tucked into a corner of an upscale mall-ish place. Our server knew all the right things to say such as ‘may I take your order?’ and ‘yes, you’re very welcome.’ Her manner and affect, however, were awesome. Imagine a family run business where everyone has a part to play, like it or not. Now imagine you’re in your early twenties and are so bored you’re actually not even surly anymore. You’re just barely participating in the dance of waiting on the customers and when you say…

  • observed,  photos

    Palm Desert, Duckies

    Yesterday, Susan and I went to go get our toes done. Susan was very excited to pair me up with David. The Famed David was supposedly a very great pedicurist and I was looking forward to his expertise. I think my feet may have turned David into a different form of himself and instead of the wonderful, careful and great conversationalist he was rumored to be, he stared at me the entire time with a sort of unnerving stare. Like this. His staring was making me quite uncomfortable and I texted Susan, who was sitting in the chair next to me, that I thought he wanted to have my babies.…

  • blessings,  observed

    Phew

    Quite a week, duckies. Quite a week. Not a lot to say about it, as it’s too fresh and raw but perhaps soon. Last weekend in Santa Barbara, my sister and I had a couple of great conversations about God. If you recall, I was worried about telling her how much my idea of a higher power differed from hers. Religion being what it is in my family, my fears weren’t unfounded. However, we had no problem understanding each other and really, at the base, our beliefs are quite similar. It’s just when you get to the organized religion part that we really start to differ. I have a huge…

  • general,  nothin' much,  observed,  that joe

    And All Before I Had Coffee

    Let’s just say I’m neurotic in an endearing way. Is that fine with everyone? It may not be true but we can all pretend. This morning I started doing the dishes because our maid seems to have forgotten to come to work for the last 36 years and as I rinsed one of the plethora of dirty glasses that somehow procreate offspring faster than you can say GO OUTSIDE AND USE THE FRIGGIN HOSE NEXT TIME! I caught the scent of mildew. Mildew, again! I’m not even kidding when I tell you for the past week I’ve been on a tear when it comes to isolating and obliterating the mildew.…

  • observed

    The Mean and Nasty

    I get sick to my stomach every time someone on television says the words, ‘……and Paris Hilton is going to jail/was put in jail/just got out of jail!’ because within a fraction of a second, the air swells with the sounds of cheering and clapping. All those people, cheering together because why? Someone got their due? I look around at the real problems in the world and wish people would invest a fraction of the energy they put into caring about Paris and Lindsey and Britney into something much more worthy of their time. I know a number of great causes and with the combined strength of a few million…

  • friends,  observed,  that joe

    Inappropriate Non-Carnivorous Chomping

    Sometimes, I get a look at those baby toes (like these and these) and I want to *Chomp!* Joe will be looking over my shoulder and I’ll actually say ‘Chomp’ out loud and he’ll give me this look that clearly says, ‘There is something WRONG with you, woman!’ I can’t help it. Baby toes are delectable and delightful. They invite, nay, require a Chomp! and I’m just the one to do it. When my babies were born, I spent many glorious moments mimicking eating noises while kissing their feet and PLEASE tell me I’m not the only one. I can’t be. There must be more people out there that pretend…

  • hard!!,  moving,  observed

    At the Zoo

    People keep coming in the house, looking this way and that way, checking out the dining room where fifteen miscellaneous projects are arranged carefully, clockwise, around the table. They walk towards the backyard, sniffing over the dishtowel, crumpled, next to the coffee mug from this morning and the plate half slick with remaining egg yolk and toast crumbs. They scan the walls, the floors, judging the painting hanging slightly too far to the right and the pile of magazines, about 25 high, next to the stack of books, even higher, on the coffee table. There’s a corner of clothes waiting to be folded on the couch. Some balls of yarn…

  • kids,  observed,  that joe

    Free Form Confessions

    I wore my cute, breezy, brown and summery short pants* yesterday. I haven’t pulled them out since last summer. It’s been so hot it seemed like a good idea. Except for the fact that yesterday it was overcast and raining all day. That is so like me – just a few days off in my timing. I put my hand in my pocket sometime after lunch and pulled out this card**: This tells me two things: 1) the last time I wore these pants was at Blogher and 2) I didn’t wash them. Awesome. _______ I want a job, like, yesterday. _______ I made my stomach upset by eating a…