11:25P
Roy and I were holding our own at home this night in January 2008, his hospital bed set up in our living room for the past year after his crises in May 2005 resulted in hospitalization until January 2007 when he came home to hopefully recover. We had a caregiver for twelve hours a day that we could not have done without, but I was the "night girl" and always looked forward to Roy's and my time together without a third person, even though I was generally a nervous wreck about the nursie things.
Once the caregiver left for the night an hour or two before midnight, I would read portions of the day's Wall Street Journal to Roy, then read cartoons from the New Yorker, verbally describing the cartoon scenario, setting the stage as it were before reading the caption/punchline, with the wonderful highlight of his giving a big grin when something was funny enough in his situation to make him laugh. Even though he had a trach and couldn't really verbally laugh, that big grin was enough for me. I'd read him the index of articles from the New Yorker and he would choose what he wanted to hear, things we always both enjoyed which I would read out loud. I always teased him about his marrying my subscription to the New Yorker because I had subscribed even in college and he would sit on my couch during our short courtship days and read my newest New Yorker issue!
So now during his illness when he was tired and I "tucked him in" for sleep, there was my own fitful sleeping for the rest of the night, never much time at one crack to sleep because I would need to give him breathing treatments, check on his oxygen, pulse, temperature, change his position in bed every two hours, give him water, scratch his nose when he would rasp, "Nose! nose!" through his trach (and if I scratched the wrong side, he would rasp, "The other nose!" He had a speaking valve, but it always had to be removed before he slept.) I never wanted to be asleep when he needed me because he was unable to ring a bell or speak loud enough usually to get my attention to take care of whatever he needed, so I needed to be on the alert.
I started keeping this journal the day Roy went into Cedars-Sinai emergency that day in 2005 and haven't given it up yet. I've always had some sort of a journal, but this one has become a chronic addiction.
The following is copied verbatim from my journal.
Sunday January 27, 2008
11:10 p.m. (The caregiver) leaves.
11:10 p.m.-12:00 a.m. midnight I sleep on the couch sitting up.
Monday January 28, 2008
12:20 a.m.-2:00 a.m. I love writing at night when nobody is interrupting me and things aren't happening. So I'll write fragments of a dream I had before midnight just now.
Roy and I were on a trip of sorts, going in and out of stores, leisurely looking around and shopping.
One store was a book store, but very unusual, more like a library but more casual. Roy picked out a couple of books, and a man sitting in the books said, "You can't buy those, I need the one for my writing." And sure enough, he was writing, like research at a library. "But you can have them while you're here," he adds, surrounded by books, like he was in a shelf with them. We said okay and went to another open room of the store but found nothing else.
I really loved the store, and told Roy I really wanted to buy something there. But no, nothing else, so we took the books back to the writing man to return them to him. Roy very carefully and methodically took the covers off of both books and left the covers separately splayed open, printed-side up, on top of the shelf/table which was covered with other books. The covers were the satiny tough paper of current books, smooth, inviting to the touch, and held their opened shape on the table, sort of hovering in space. I was impressed with Roy's attitude and gesture in this added sort-of-dismissive-insult of having to return the books instead of being allowed to buy them.
The man gave us a red cardboard tag to take with us, like a receipt of sorts for the books. I took it and purposely dropped it on the floor as we casually went through a doorway into another room of the store on the way out. I told Roy what I had done, quite pleased with myself, like trashing something on their premises. The man seemed like an owner, not a patron or clerk in the store, so we both " showed it to 'the Man.' "
Next we are outside. We had gone to a couple of other stores in this dream before the book store, but they are lost from my conscious memory. At some point, it is now cold outside, and I realize I have left my pink windbreak [aka windbreaker to Californians] someplace. I am trying to remember where/when I saw it last and I'm back-tracking mentally and verbally, well, I had it when we blah-dey, blah-dy, blah and then I didn't need it blah-dy blah, trying to figure out where to go back to get it.
At this point there seems to be another person with us, who I can't place, male, I believe, and bossy. This person wanted to start at the beginning our trip to trace the stupid pink windbreak, and I had already out loud narrowed it down to a time and place just in the last three or four places we had shopped on this particular day, so to start at the beginning of the trip was overkill, and sort of rubbing it in that I had misplaced it at all.
I was furious, lashing out verbally at this person, feeling even in my dream that I was over-reacting and didn't want to be this angry person, embarrassed that Roy was seeing me like this. In order to get out of being this way, since I couldn't seem to stop my mouth in the dream, was to wake up. And so I did, at midnight this morning. End of dream.
2:00 a.m.-2:25 a.m. I re-read the dream, edit it a bit, wish I could remember the part of the dream before the part I remember! I wish I could interpret what it means, if anything, but I think it does mean something, perhaps good to be aware of, other than nobody likes an angry person, that person loses respect, and anger doesn't really add any value to the situation. So much for the anger part, that is easy.
But what about wanting to buy the one book that is not for sale, and wanting nothing else? What is the red chit/tag, a red flag? For what? And my subtlety in tossing it away, did that disarm it? Did I refuse to accept a red tag/flag and made it go away? Or was/is it stupid to even think that? Did I flout a red flag? What was the deal about Roy's removing the covers on the books? Why did we have to return both books when the guy only wanted one for his research?
One really great thing in the dream is Roy is well, walking, no incapacity, (and younger! As I am, too, in the dream, like old times when we actually did travel, a nice frosting on the cake of the dream so to speak). What was the significance of the pink windbreak? And who was the third person? A critical parent? Or a wicked step-person? Or someone I don't even know, a stranger? And what was the purpose in the dream?
Well, it's the middle of the night so I have to quit and get some sleep. This dream brings back to mind some other dreams as I write. Did I revisit any other dreams tonight? Enough already! A nice interlude in my sleeping.
I was looking up something else in my February 2009 journal today when I saw a reference to this dream which is what triggered this blog:
"I came across the most marvelous dream 01/28/08. I sticky-tabbed it "dream" so I could find it again, a 4-page dream and 2 pages after, questions, interpretations. Such fun! One of those weirdo dreams, I laughed out loud, read it twice. A gift to me today!"
And a gift to me again today!
Miss Peach
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Sunday, July 4, 2010
4th of July - America the Beautiful!
10:55P
My Fourth of July started Friday July 2 when Pastor Rich texted me, excerpted: ".....is there any chance you would want to help me cook in the church kitchen tomorrow at 9 AM....making lasagna and wonderful vegetarian chili. I'm shopping for the food yet this afternoon so I'll be all ready at nine o'clock. I'd do it later but A's [6 yr-old grandson] basketball game is 11 AM..."
I texted back: "Why not! Ur favorite response, aka 'What's not to want to?' I'll see u 9:00A. Any utensils I should bring from home let me know, so as to keep my efficiency and talents, whoops...! 'freedoms!' at top speed and quality... Smile..."
Fast forward to Saturday morning July 3 from my journal:
08:50A-09:00A I drive to church, just pulling to the curb to park as Pastor Rich arrives behind me. He drives down the driveway to the kitchen door.
09:00A-11:00A I am the only one helping today, just veggie lasagna and veggie chili to do, but huge amounts for maybe 30 people or more. Pastor Rich has all the ingredients there organized in grocery bags on a stainless steel table and the frig. I open cans of spaghetti sauce, tomatoes and olives amongst canned carrots, mushrooms, and beans for the chili. I rinse and slice fresh yellow squash, zucchini, green peppers and tomatoes, dice onions and red bell pepper, separate broccoli flowerets. I saute veggies, do various procedures as Pastor Rich tells me what, when and how to do things. I'm pretty good, trying to do things his way today.
He seems tired, says he did wind sprints last night exercising, overdid, doesn't feel great. Besides, I know he has had a very stressful week. He asks once how he looks. I say, "Pale." He sits down a few times as he works.
We sample the chili. He points me to a bowl within view of his chair that looks like a highly polished bowl for a medium sized dog, on which I comment. No, he says, it's part of a nesting set (which wasn't in sight) (for dogs from chihuahuas to Great Danes, I guess....smile...). A spoon needing to be washed is my utensil, so I wash it, wash the dust out of the dog bowl and serve myself some chili. Pastor Rich has already sampled it earlier with another spoon, and had dropped a bean on his shirt in the process which he had pointed out as he looked down on it then. Now he decides he needs a proper serving and then he might feel better. He looks around from his chair, no bowls, nothing to eat from, (phantom dogs are all using the rest of the phantom bowls from the missing nested set), so he chooses a small non-stick sauce pan with lots of injuries that he can reach without getting up.
He says to me, "I hate to ask you to do this, but would you mind rinsing this out and getting me a little chili?" I say sure, no problem, after I ask, dissing the pan, "You're going to eat out of that? You might as well eat out of a can," I add, gesturing to all the empties from the beans, tomatoes, olives, carrots, et al. No, just my little joke. He is not amused. "Is this enough?" I ask as I dish up a medium ladle full. No, add one more.
Nothing elegant about the presentation, but the chili is delicious, just hits the spot. It perks him right up. He's outta there in five minutes at 11:00A to go to A's game as planned. Perfect timing.
11:00A-11:45A I stay on and clean up the kitchen some, bag the trash in the now-empty grocery bags, wash up all the bowls, utensils, etc including the nesting dog bowl and small well-used sauce pan. I dry some, let some drip dry. Pastor Rich will be coming back after A's game to put the cooling chili in the frig, etc, whatever.
Fast forward to Sunday, July 4 at 11:00A church service:
The entire service is dedicated to July 4 today, the music, the sermon. Today we celebrate not just our day of independence but our day of freedom. Our nation is an example to every other nation, every race, every religion, for opportunity, peace, wealth, for everyone, for freedom to make our own decisions, because our forefathers decided it was possible, and didn't quit. And so we must reject God being in charge of death, because He is in charge of Life! WE must decide that it is possible, and not quit, but commit.
Today's special music after the praise songs is from the handbell ringers who play "America the Beautiful" which I asked my friend S.R. to video on my iPhone because I am one of the bell ringers, the concentrating tall one in white in the middle. Since this is S.R.'s first commission on the iPhone with its fixed distance, no zooming, no close-ups or far-aways, it starts out a bit uninteresting involving his thumb or finger obscuring the action occasionally as he moves around but hopefully you will get caught up in our production led by Mrs. Pastor Rich. I believe this video will show up at the bottom of this interminable blog!
Fast forward to Sunday, July 4 The Baptist Church Picnic from 01:30P to whenever
We are at Mar Vista Park, Pastor Rich, pale no more today, in charge of his 31st July 4 picnic at the Park. We are all eating the lasagna and chili, mac 'n cheese, BBQ'd hamburgers, hot dogs, veggie burgers and veggie dogs ("What's in them?" I ask. Nobody knows, it's Mystery BBQ, but, I am assured, not meat. I pass...), baked beans, foil-wrapped corn-on-the-cob, salad, chips and salsa, red-white-and-blue cake, brownies, Marie Callender's peach pie and strawberry pie, Ralph's chocolate cake, dipped strawberries, what all else.
We are fellowshipping, which means talking while we're eating with our friends and their guests, a melting pot of accents and religions, as we move from the shade of the trees to the sunny lawn when the winds cool us down quickly as they jostle some clouds arriving overhead. Many hardy souls play games including the egg toss, volleyball and baseball, some play with the babies attending, some play with the two dogs enjoying themselves, some sit and talk, we all snack, a wonderful afternoon! Thank You, Lord! A truly Bonus Day!
My Fourth of July started Friday July 2 when Pastor Rich texted me, excerpted: ".....is there any chance you would want to help me cook in the church kitchen tomorrow at 9 AM....making lasagna and wonderful vegetarian chili. I'm shopping for the food yet this afternoon so I'll be all ready at nine o'clock. I'd do it later but A's [6 yr-old grandson] basketball game is 11 AM..."
I texted back: "Why not! Ur favorite response, aka 'What's not to want to?' I'll see u 9:00A. Any utensils I should bring from home let me know, so as to keep my efficiency and talents, whoops...! 'freedoms!' at top speed and quality... Smile..."
Fast forward to Saturday morning July 3 from my journal:
08:50A-09:00A I drive to church, just pulling to the curb to park as Pastor Rich arrives behind me. He drives down the driveway to the kitchen door.
09:00A-11:00A I am the only one helping today, just veggie lasagna and veggie chili to do, but huge amounts for maybe 30 people or more. Pastor Rich has all the ingredients there organized in grocery bags on a stainless steel table and the frig. I open cans of spaghetti sauce, tomatoes and olives amongst canned carrots, mushrooms, and beans for the chili. I rinse and slice fresh yellow squash, zucchini, green peppers and tomatoes, dice onions and red bell pepper, separate broccoli flowerets. I saute veggies, do various procedures as Pastor Rich tells me what, when and how to do things. I'm pretty good, trying to do things his way today.
He seems tired, says he did wind sprints last night exercising, overdid, doesn't feel great. Besides, I know he has had a very stressful week. He asks once how he looks. I say, "Pale." He sits down a few times as he works.
We sample the chili. He points me to a bowl within view of his chair that looks like a highly polished bowl for a medium sized dog, on which I comment. No, he says, it's part of a nesting set (which wasn't in sight) (for dogs from chihuahuas to Great Danes, I guess....smile...). A spoon needing to be washed is my utensil, so I wash it, wash the dust out of the dog bowl and serve myself some chili. Pastor Rich has already sampled it earlier with another spoon, and had dropped a bean on his shirt in the process which he had pointed out as he looked down on it then. Now he decides he needs a proper serving and then he might feel better. He looks around from his chair, no bowls, nothing to eat from, (phantom dogs are all using the rest of the phantom bowls from the missing nested set), so he chooses a small non-stick sauce pan with lots of injuries that he can reach without getting up.
He says to me, "I hate to ask you to do this, but would you mind rinsing this out and getting me a little chili?" I say sure, no problem, after I ask, dissing the pan, "You're going to eat out of that? You might as well eat out of a can," I add, gesturing to all the empties from the beans, tomatoes, olives, carrots, et al. No, just my little joke. He is not amused. "Is this enough?" I ask as I dish up a medium ladle full. No, add one more.
Nothing elegant about the presentation, but the chili is delicious, just hits the spot. It perks him right up. He's outta there in five minutes at 11:00A to go to A's game as planned. Perfect timing.
11:00A-11:45A I stay on and clean up the kitchen some, bag the trash in the now-empty grocery bags, wash up all the bowls, utensils, etc including the nesting dog bowl and small well-used sauce pan. I dry some, let some drip dry. Pastor Rich will be coming back after A's game to put the cooling chili in the frig, etc, whatever.
Fast forward to Sunday, July 4 at 11:00A church service:
The entire service is dedicated to July 4 today, the music, the sermon. Today we celebrate not just our day of independence but our day of freedom. Our nation is an example to every other nation, every race, every religion, for opportunity, peace, wealth, for everyone, for freedom to make our own decisions, because our forefathers decided it was possible, and didn't quit. And so we must reject God being in charge of death, because He is in charge of Life! WE must decide that it is possible, and not quit, but commit.
Today's special music after the praise songs is from the handbell ringers who play "America the Beautiful" which I asked my friend S.R. to video on my iPhone because I am one of the bell ringers, the concentrating tall one in white in the middle. Since this is S.R.'s first commission on the iPhone with its fixed distance, no zooming, no close-ups or far-aways, it starts out a bit uninteresting involving his thumb or finger obscuring the action occasionally as he moves around but hopefully you will get caught up in our production led by Mrs. Pastor Rich. I believe this video will show up at the bottom of this interminable blog!
Fast forward to Sunday, July 4 The Baptist Church Picnic from 01:30P to whenever
We are at Mar Vista Park, Pastor Rich, pale no more today, in charge of his 31st July 4 picnic at the Park. We are all eating the lasagna and chili, mac 'n cheese, BBQ'd hamburgers, hot dogs, veggie burgers and veggie dogs ("What's in them?" I ask. Nobody knows, it's Mystery BBQ, but, I am assured, not meat. I pass...), baked beans, foil-wrapped corn-on-the-cob, salad, chips and salsa, red-white-and-blue cake, brownies, Marie Callender's peach pie and strawberry pie, Ralph's chocolate cake, dipped strawberries, what all else.
We are fellowshipping, which means talking while we're eating with our friends and their guests, a melting pot of accents and religions, as we move from the shade of the trees to the sunny lawn when the winds cool us down quickly as they jostle some clouds arriving overhead. Many hardy souls play games including the egg toss, volleyball and baseball, some play with the babies attending, some play with the two dogs enjoying themselves, some sit and talk, we all snack, a wonderful afternoon! Thank You, Lord! A truly Bonus Day!
Friday, July 2, 2010
Miss Enn Checks In
09:25P
The following comprises a true-to-life email discourse back-and-forth with a client/friend during the past two-three days. She is nagging me to get off the dime and finish up her "stuff." She makes me laugh. The names have been changed to protect our innocence, in a sense. (See June 30, 2010 blog) Or maybe it is supposed to be, protect the innocents...
Wed, Jun 30, 2010 at 6:22 PM
Hey, Miss Peach!!
Did you get those payment thingies done yet? And my tax stuff returned? Are you lost in the blogosphere???
Miss Enn
Thu, Jul 1, 2010 at 1:34 AM
Thursday July 1, 2010 JULY 1!!! 01:10A Santa Monica time
Hi, Miss Enn
In re the payment thingies and tax stuff: Well, I'm working on them! I have all the copies printed and sorted out in little piles, all I have to do is spend another hour stapling and organizing and putting your original stuff in a Fedex box, so I have not forgotten you, had all the computer work finished a week ago at least. It's hard to be semi-retired or to only work part-time, since I don't need a flexible schedule when I have WORK TO DO!
But it is July already so I do want to finish up and put your stuff to bed off of the counter and desk, and I know one perfect way to do that. I still have an old New Yorker cartoon on the side of my desk, two people in a hall at an office, and one says to the other, "Sometimes it's important to stop whatever break you're taking and just do the work."
I think I'm at that point.
I hope you have a happy 4th of July holiday, my very favorite holiday all my life. We are having the Baptist Church picnic on the 4th after church, potluck, barbeque, at a park on Palms at Sawtelle where they've had the picnic for thirty years, I think. I've only been once before. I'm taking brownies. I'll be playing the handbells with seven others for Sunday morning church service, a patriotic America, America, which I barely recognize since I'm in the middle, not playing the melody, and can't hear either end of the ringers. But it's fun. I think a person could be totally deaf and still ring bells. If it's short enough, I'll put it on the blog.
June 30 blog was fun to do, but I don't know how long I'll carry this on. I can see why blogs get started and bloggers only post three or four times a year. Or once! I've done better than that, but it is sort of pointless. Fun, but I'd be better off to be making quilts for my nephew/wife's impending twins in November.
See? I could have put these last two paragraphs in a blog. Oh, well. You got 'em!
Miss Peach
Thu, Jul 1, 2010 at 6:25 AM
Thanks, Miss Peach ~
I just realized how glad I am that I have your email address: that way I can write and get an opportunity to enjoy your writing in return. Bonus!
As for those two paragraphs you could have blogged, just copy and paste them, maybe tweak a little, and voila! a blog post. I'll never tell it was recycled.
Your 4th sounds grand! Do enjoy! Take care, have fun,
Miss Enn
Fri, Jul 2, 2010 at 7:19 PM
Friday 070210 06:40P Santa Monica time
Hi, Miss Enn
I'm taking up your suggestion to do the blog today from our email exchanges, yours being anonymous, starting with the one where you ask me about the payment "thingies" through the one suggesting I blog the last couple of paragraphs on mine. There is nothing personal about our emails to identify us, and yours trigger my amusement. Mine's not funny without yours. Shall you require royalties? Smile... I shall call you Miss Enn unless you have a better aka that I can use like my Miss Peach. Everybody knows who Miss Peach is since I'm sure I've never had a reader that I hadn't told about the blog, but Miss Enn (or whoever) no one will know.
Miss Peach
Fri, Jul 2, 2010 at 8:41 PM
ooo ooo ooo! I love getting your messages, Miss Peach!
Miss Enn
Respectfully submitted,
Miss Peach
The following comprises a true-to-life email discourse back-and-forth with a client/friend during the past two-three days. She is nagging me to get off the dime and finish up her "stuff." She makes me laugh. The names have been changed to protect our innocence, in a sense. (See June 30, 2010 blog) Or maybe it is supposed to be, protect the innocents...
Wed, Jun 30, 2010 at 6:22 PM
Hey, Miss Peach!!
Did you get those payment thingies done yet? And my tax stuff returned? Are you lost in the blogosphere???
Miss Enn
Thu, Jul 1, 2010 at 1:34 AM
Thursday July 1, 2010 JULY 1!!! 01:10A Santa Monica time
Hi, Miss Enn
In re the payment thingies and tax stuff: Well, I'm working on them! I have all the copies printed and sorted out in little piles, all I have to do is spend another hour stapling and organizing and putting your original stuff in a Fedex box, so I have not forgotten you, had all the computer work finished a week ago at least. It's hard to be semi-retired or to only work part-time, since I don't need a flexible schedule when I have WORK TO DO!
But it is July already so I do want to finish up and put your stuff to bed off of the counter and desk, and I know one perfect way to do that. I still have an old New Yorker cartoon on the side of my desk, two people in a hall at an office, and one says to the other, "Sometimes it's important to stop whatever break you're taking and just do the work."
I think I'm at that point.
I hope you have a happy 4th of July holiday, my very favorite holiday all my life. We are having the Baptist Church picnic on the 4th after church, potluck, barbeque, at a park on Palms at Sawtelle where they've had the picnic for thirty years, I think. I've only been once before. I'm taking brownies. I'll be playing the handbells with seven others for Sunday morning church service, a patriotic America, America, which I barely recognize since I'm in the middle, not playing the melody, and can't hear either end of the ringers. But it's fun. I think a person could be totally deaf and still ring bells. If it's short enough, I'll put it on the blog.
June 30 blog was fun to do, but I don't know how long I'll carry this on. I can see why blogs get started and bloggers only post three or four times a year. Or once! I've done better than that, but it is sort of pointless. Fun, but I'd be better off to be making quilts for my nephew/wife's impending twins in November.
See? I could have put these last two paragraphs in a blog. Oh, well. You got 'em!
Miss Peach
Thu, Jul 1, 2010 at 6:25 AM
Thanks, Miss Peach ~
I just realized how glad I am that I have your email address: that way I can write and get an opportunity to enjoy your writing in return. Bonus!
As for those two paragraphs you could have blogged, just copy and paste them, maybe tweak a little, and voila! a blog post. I'll never tell it was recycled.
Your 4th sounds grand! Do enjoy! Take care, have fun,
Miss Enn
Fri, Jul 2, 2010 at 7:19 PM
Friday 070210 06:40P Santa Monica time
Hi, Miss Enn
I'm taking up your suggestion to do the blog today from our email exchanges, yours being anonymous, starting with the one where you ask me about the payment "thingies" through the one suggesting I blog the last couple of paragraphs on mine. There is nothing personal about our emails to identify us, and yours trigger my amusement. Mine's not funny without yours. Shall you require royalties? Smile... I shall call you Miss Enn unless you have a better aka that I can use like my Miss Peach. Everybody knows who Miss Peach is since I'm sure I've never had a reader that I hadn't told about the blog, but Miss Enn (or whoever) no one will know.
Miss Peach
Fri, Jul 2, 2010 at 8:41 PM
ooo ooo ooo! I love getting your messages, Miss Peach!
Miss Enn
Respectfully submitted,
Miss Peach
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Innocence in a Sense
11:40P
I've started a little list
of things to blog about,
but nothing is quite right
to blog about tonight.
One phrase amuses me:
"innocence in a sense."
"The hand with which I write"
explains the phrase airtight.
Is "innocence in a sense"
an oxymoron? In a sense.
Innocence either is or isn't,
in my view.
My explanation's
in a sense a pun.
The phrase and explanation is
a double pun or two!
Oh, I think I'm so clever.
Ha ha ha...
But it was fun to write.
Miss Peach
Some really good ones in here:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oxymoron
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pun
I've started a little list
of things to blog about,
but nothing is quite right
to blog about tonight.
One phrase amuses me:
"innocence in a sense."
"The hand with which I write"
explains the phrase airtight.
Is "innocence in a sense"
an oxymoron? In a sense.
Innocence either is or isn't,
in my view.
My explanation's
in a sense a pun.
The phrase and explanation is
a double pun or two!
Oh, I think I'm so clever.
Ha ha ha...
But it was fun to write.
Miss Peach
Some really good ones in here:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oxymoron
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pun
Monday, June 28, 2010
Million Bells in Breeze
11:55P
So hello again, Miss Peach. It seems like we are the only ones reading these blogs, me, myself and I. I decided to put the shortest video on record on the blog today, titled Million Bells in Breeze :11, not the 11th "take" but 11 seconds, taken on April 11, 2010, a Sunday morning. Since I have to know computer code to put the video on the blog page where I want it, the video's not going to be exactly where I want it today, my computer code strengths sadly lacking, not just today, but every day so far in my life.
Yet I have to admit to myself, it is a perfect little video, capturing everything I saw in the Million Bells the day I pointed my iPhone at it and touched the video "button". Such a lovely memory! I can still feel the balminess of the breeze on April 11, the last Sunday of tax season this year. Or was it a gale?... I forget... Maybe inbetween. One of the nicest things about memories besides the remembrances is the forgettrances. Which is why the camera and the contemporaneous journal are two wonderful crutches in life.
The Million Bells themselves are an annual flower, but they weathered over in our mild courtyard protected weather zone from early spring 2009, bloomed profusely all summer and fall, and never quit blooming all winter, although a little straggly at times, but always a few flowers, cheerfully enjoying their clay pot location close to the office door where I see them every time I go in or out.
Blessings on us all!
Miss Peach
So hello again, Miss Peach. It seems like we are the only ones reading these blogs, me, myself and I. I decided to put the shortest video on record on the blog today, titled Million Bells in Breeze :11, not the 11th "take" but 11 seconds, taken on April 11, 2010, a Sunday morning. Since I have to know computer code to put the video on the blog page where I want it, the video's not going to be exactly where I want it today, my computer code strengths sadly lacking, not just today, but every day so far in my life.
Yet I have to admit to myself, it is a perfect little video, capturing everything I saw in the Million Bells the day I pointed my iPhone at it and touched the video "button". Such a lovely memory! I can still feel the balminess of the breeze on April 11, the last Sunday of tax season this year. Or was it a gale?... I forget... Maybe inbetween. One of the nicest things about memories besides the remembrances is the forgettrances. Which is why the camera and the contemporaneous journal are two wonderful crutches in life.
The Million Bells themselves are an annual flower, but they weathered over in our mild courtyard protected weather zone from early spring 2009, bloomed profusely all summer and fall, and never quit blooming all winter, although a little straggly at times, but always a few flowers, cheerfully enjoying their clay pot location close to the office door where I see them every time I go in or out.
Blessings on us all!
Miss Peach
Saturday, June 26, 2010
I'll Fly Away - Pastor Tom sings and plays guitar
11:50P Santa Monica time
So I'm branching out. This is a 1:40 minute video, if it loads, if it plays, that I took with my handheld iPhone at afternoon church a month ago. I chose a short one for our debut. So my blog today is short, too. I'm anxious to see if this will work. If it does, I've got to get a more attractive label for it than what looks like a black blogger box, no offense to Blogger of course, who makes this all possible for me. Aren't we all so fortunate... Enjoy! At least I'll have one reader/listener today: Pastor Tom! And, perhaps, his family! I am so blessed.
Miss Peach
So I'm branching out. This is a 1:40 minute video, if it loads, if it plays, that I took with my handheld iPhone at afternoon church a month ago. I chose a short one for our debut. So my blog today is short, too. I'm anxious to see if this will work. If it does, I've got to get a more attractive label for it than what looks like a black blogger box, no offense to Blogger of course, who makes this all possible for me. Aren't we all so fortunate... Enjoy! At least I'll have one reader/listener today: Pastor Tom! And, perhaps, his family! I am so blessed.
Miss Peach
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Dogs
11:35P Santa Monica time
I set my cell alarm for 11:00P so I would come to the computer to do my blog. I have an empty mind today. I'm just going to copy out a Santa Monica native animal rhyme from the alphabet booklet I was dallying with a few years ago, writing and illustrating. Something short. I've exhausted my tiny audience already with all my words. This rhyme is cute, I think. However, it looks like I'll have to be a rocket scientist in order to get my illustrations of the dogs posted here aesthetically. Maybe some day. But not today.
The Dog
Dogs come in all sizes
with color surprises,
their coats varied
curly to straight;
their legs short or tall
above paws large or small;
some are hyper,
some very sedate.
Dogs love to go out
with a leash on a route
where they check out
who's been there before.
They are loyal and true,
they become part of you.
How could anyone
ask any more?
Miss Peach
I set my cell alarm for 11:00P so I would come to the computer to do my blog. I have an empty mind today. I'm just going to copy out a Santa Monica native animal rhyme from the alphabet booklet I was dallying with a few years ago, writing and illustrating. Something short. I've exhausted my tiny audience already with all my words. This rhyme is cute, I think. However, it looks like I'll have to be a rocket scientist in order to get my illustrations of the dogs posted here aesthetically. Maybe some day. But not today.
The Dog
Dogs come in all sizes
with color surprises,
their coats varied
curly to straight;
their legs short or tall
above paws large or small;
some are hyper,
some very sedate.
Dogs love to go out
with a leash on a route
where they check out
who's been there before.
They are loyal and true,
they become part of you.
How could anyone
ask any more?
Miss Peach
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