PERSONAL HEROES: FIREFIGHTERS OF CALIFORNIA

Trump is rather disinterested in the raging wildfires that have wrought havoc on Northern California.

Fires started over a week ago.

Self’s flight to Albuquerque on Thursday, 12 October, was cancelled due to “weather.”

Self’s flight to Albuquerque on Friday, 13 October, was cancelled again due to “weather.”

Self learned from another passenger in the SFO United terminal that the cancellations began on Wednesday.

Son’s wedding was on Saturday, 14 October.

The only thing that saved her was: another of son’s friends, Alex Case, was in the United terminal, scheduled for the same 11 a.m. flight to Albuquerque. Somehow, we found each other (first sighting since son’s high school graduation and Alex had grown at least two feet), found an American Airlines flight to LAX, and then got another flight from there to Albuquerque, finally arriving 8:30 p.m., missing the rehearsal dinner.

But: she made her son’s wedding! She made her son’s wedding! She made her son’s wedding!

Last night, she flew back to the San Francisco Bay Area. Her seatmate said, “There’s still smoke.” We looked out at the darkness. Above the twinkling lights of the city was an area that was a different pall. And self thought: the firemen have been fighting since the fires started, over a week ago now. And the fires have only just started being contained.

Each fireman deserves a medal. A big fat gold medal.

Stay tuned.

More Waiting: Fifth at 72nd

The Daily Post publishes a new Photo Challenge every Wednesday. This coming Wednesday, though, they’re taking a brief break. The next Photo Challenge will be posted next Wednesday, Sept. 20.

In the meantime, the Photo Challenge this week is WAITING.

Self’s nephew William was married yesterday morning, at St. Ignatius of Loyola on Park. Friends and family converged on New York City from Australia, Spain, England, the Philippines (Dearest Mum and all of self’s nephews and nieces, one sister-in-law) and of course other cities in the U.S., including Miami and Houston.

Last night, there was dinner and dancing at the Central Park Boathouse. Self got a Lyft to take her to 72nd and Fifth. Who should she see standing on the corner but a bunch of her Filipino nephews and nieces, all just standing there in very fancy attire. They told self they were waiting for a shuttle. Pictures are blurred because self has very trembl-y fingers.

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Niece and nephews came all the way from the Philippines to attend the wedding of their cousin, William Blackett.

Self’s niece, Maia, is in plum; Maia’s mom, Mia, is in electric blue. Everyone looked fantastic!

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It was a wonderful evening. Weather was just a bit chilly.

William’s sister, Georgina, was the maid of honor. Here she is, all dolled up, just before the start of the event:

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Last night at the Central Park Boathouse

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

New York, September 2017

Just to the south, Irma is about to unleash.

But New York was beautiful today.

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Sunlight glinted off the Hudson River (if only her camera battery hadn’t been exhausted)

Self kept busy by cris-crossing Manhattan: From Chelsea to Central Park to the Upper East Side, then to Columbus Circle, then to 2nd at 110th, then to Amsterdam, and finally back to Chelsea, using a combination of Lyft rides and taxis.

She had never ever been as far up 2nd Avenue as 110th. Self, you know nothing: Why did you think it would be seedy? Solely because your nephew owns a condo here (and he isn’t even 30).

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Tomorrow, more of the same. Having breakfast with friends in Le Pain Quotidien at 3 Park (meeting two librettist)Going to brother-in-law’s apartment in the evening.

Day after tomorrow, nephew’s wedding in the Central Park boathouse. Hope the weather holds.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

Elemental 2: The New Bay Bridge

Crossing over after a writers group meeting in Alameda. It was a typical foggy summer evening in San Francisco. Traffic was heavy on the approach, but thinned out on the bridge itself, typical for a late Sunday afternoon.

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Good old San Francisco has so many problems. Hardly even works as a city. But views are great.

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The City is best seen during fog. Just self’s humble opinion.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

Poetry Saturday: Laura Jean Baker

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Moon Over Park Avenue, New York, May 2016

Human Weather (an excerpt)

by Laura Jean Baker

August made a habit: warming our bodies
to the point of sacred.
On Dog Star days for twenty years
we loved to our dew point,
honeyed our moon,
and kneaded our bodies
into the wholesome shape of babies.
Girl-boy-girl
slid into the not-yet warmth
of every other May.

Better late than incomplete,
we made our last
between Autumn sheets; a boy named Frank,
he’d skid across the cusp of June and July.

The poem originally appeared in Calyx, a Journal of Art and Literature by Women, summer 2012.

About Laura Jean Baker: she earned her MFA from the University of Michigan. Her poetry, fiction, and memoir have been published in The Gettysburg Review, Connecticut Review, Cream City Review, Third Coast, Confrontation, and War, Literature, & the Arts.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

Wondering About Game of Thrones Season 7 Episode 3

It is sweltering here up in the Pasadena Hills, and self feels no inclination to go outside. In the daytime, Pasadena is a sleepy city. At night, everyone drives with fury almost, zipping past slower cars and switching lanes with abandon. Self finds it very disconcerting. Especially as her GPS Navigator tells her where to turn only after she reaches an intersection, at which point she is usually in the wrong lane.

So, no going outside today. She’s re-reading a Calyx poetry anthology, A Fierce Brightness: Twenty-Five Years of Women’s Poetry, which she stumbled across in her house two weeks ago. Here’s the first half of a poem by Sheila Demetre:

A Woman Is Running For Her Life

Under my ribcage a live coal
is singing. It wheedles from its hutch
of bone, glows blue in every kindling breath.

I need these bright shoes to burn up centuries
of inertia, of sickness holding me limp
with forehead ground against my tangled knees.

Celestial now, I’m all brush and sweep.
My elbows scribble, quickening the air I slog.
Don’t touch my sparks, my hieroglyphs of heat.

She absolutely loves the “hieroglyphs of heat.”

Tomorrow is Episode 3 of Game of Thrones. Does Euron die? Does Yara die? Does Ellaria Sand die? Does Olenna Tyrell die? Does Grey Worm die? If Grey Worm dies, will Missandei go crazy? Does Meera Reed die? If Meera dies, does Bran get to have a wheelchair at last? Do we see Gendry (finally? Cause the tweets are getting ridiculous) Do Brienne and Podrick get to spar again? Does Ned Stark come back from the dead? Does Stannis Baratheon come back from the dead? Will we see more of Ser Jorah’s horrible greyscale? Will Sam be retching again? Will Dany continue to be her insufferable self? Will Sansa be more of her cryptic self? Will Jaime continue to be disconcerted? Will Cersei continue to be sarcastic? Will we ever find out which skilled blacksmiths created the Giant Crossbow aka Dragonkiller? Will Arya Stark continue to evolve? Will Wun Wun come back as a wight?

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

#amreading: More from BARBARIAN DAYS: A SURFING LIFE, by William Finnegan

How has self spent this Fourth of July? Her first Fourth in Sacramento?

She’s spent most of the day (it’s past 5 p.m.! How did the time pass so quickly?) looking up Game of Thrones Season 7 spoilers (lol), perusing Twitter, and eating quarts of ice cream. That’s right, self said it: she’s eating quarts of ice cream. And an It’s-It (It is soooo hawtt here in Sacramento!)

She is on p. 132 of Barbarian Days, William Finnegan’s Pulitzer-Prizewinning memoir of his surfing days. Here he describes what it felt like to work in a bookstore in Maui:

The bookstore was three small rooms on a rickety old pier at the west end of the seawall. There was a bar next door. Ocean sloshed under the floorboards. The couple who owned the store trained me and, having picked up danger signals from local authorities, fled Hawaii for the Caribbean, leaving me to run the place along with the draft dodger, one of whose names was Dan.

Hilarious!

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

 

 

Other Takes on ‘Evanescent’

“One day they’ll be painted over, completely erased . . . “

— Krista Stevens, explaining this week’s Photo Challenge on The Daily Post

The evanescent is powerful: whether it’s a fleeting moment of sunshine in London, or the moment just before the seeds of a dandelion are scattered by the wind, or the delicacy of woodland fungi, or a collection of bird shots, or a moment when sun pierces the cloud cover around Aoraki/Mount Cook, or a 10-year-old photo of New York’s Grand Central, one never forgets the moment that is captured.

Hats off to these six bloggers:

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

More Wanderlust: Cork

This week’s Daily Post Photo Challenge is WANDERLUST.

  • Have you traveled anywhere exciting lately? This week, let’s see where you’ve been.

— David W., The Daily Post

Right now, self is in the beautiful city of Cork. Since it was such a gorgeous day, self went for a walk and wound up exploring the grounds of the UCC (University College, Cork):

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Crossing the River Lee

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The Glucksman Gallery, in University College – Cork

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Lower Grounds of UCC, Just Outside the Glucksman

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

Favorite Images So Far 2017

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Morning Fog, Mendocino: January 2017

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Sunday Evening, Trafalgar Square, London: March 2017

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Annaghmakerrig Lake, Early Morning: March 2017

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The Main House, Tyrone Guthrie Centre at Annaghmakerrig: Under a Crescent Moon: March 2017

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