This bush in self’s backyard has grown to be a monster!
It’s perfect for Cee Neuner’s Fun Foto Challenge: the Letter ‘Y’
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.
Tag: Redwood City
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Redwood City, California is where self has her house. She’s lived there for almost 30 years.
But she’s been doing so much traveling, especially in the last four or five years, she’s barely been in Redwood City.
Today, self went to the last remaining local nursery in Redwood City, Wegman’s. And bought a bunch of plants. “Welcome back,” the staff person said.
Feels good, you know?
Monday after Superbowl LII: February 5, 2018 Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.
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Which is to say, the garden at home.
Self has spent much time in it, the past few days. Here are pictures of two of her ‘most-grown.’
Superbowl Sunday 2018: Her First at Home in Three Years 
Side Yard: This Viburnum was barely two feet high in 2015. Now, it’s almost as tall as the eaves. Going to see Hostiles (Christian Bale! Rosamund Pike!) in a few.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.
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Been so long since self took pictures of her garden.
Since this week’s Daily Post Photo Challenge is VARIATIONS ON A THEME, self wandered her backyard looking for appropriate subjects.
Here, her helleborus, having survived years of neglect (approx. three years) is nevertheless getting ready to bloom:
Helleborus, Last Week of January 2018 
More Helleborus! Just throwing this in: The deck is very weathered and obviously needs a lot of work. But — variations on a theme!
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.
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To celebrate self’s return to the United States of America (not a single question from the Immigration Officer, though he did take his time looking over each and every page of her passport), self watched a movie: Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri.
The movie is sometimes too precious by half (despite the prolific profanity — she can’t believe she just used onomatopeia), but the performances are top-notch.
Frances McDormand: Her facial expressions alone, that unflinching moral compass, that steely isolation. Because self is so used to Twitter, she will not finish the sentence.
Sam Rockwell made her hate and pity his character in the space of two hours #pointsSam
Peter Dinklage makes a nice, underplayed cameo. (He seems only to get more attractive with each passing year, don’t ask)
Also, more nice, understated acting from Clarke Jones.
SPOILER ALERT
Two pieces of amazing casting: Lucas Hedges playing Frances McDormand’s depressed son, Robbie (who actually makes you see his depression, even with just a look) and Caleb Landry Jones as Red Welby, the man who manages the billboard business. The most affecting scene in the movie, in self’s humble opinion, involved Caleb Landry Jones. Self is referring to the scene that takes place in a hospital.
That scene is actually the crux of the change in Sam Rockwell’s character, and therefore the crux of the whole movie. Anyone else but Caleb Landry Jones in that part, self thinks could not have sold it. Kudos, Caleb Landry Jones.
And of course, the face. The face of Frances McDormand. That is all.
Tomorrow, I, Tonya because self likes Margot Robbie and her ambition and determination to be everything: not just a hot Australian actress but an amazing Australian actress.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.
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Self has been enjoying participating in Cee Neuner’s Photo Challenges.
The Flower of the Day is happening through October.
For her second post on this Photo Challenge, here’s a close-up of one of the fading hydrangeas on her front porch:
Hydrangeas, Front Porch: October 2017 Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.
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Self stood beneath the wisteria on her front porch and thought of this poem by Lawrence Ferlinghetti:
Wisteria: Evening, 28 March 2019 I am waiting for my case to come up
and I am waiting
for a rebirth of wonder
and I am waiting for someone
to really discover America
and wail
and I am waiting
for the discovery
of a new symbolic western frontier
and I am waiting
for the American Eagle
to really spread its wings
and straighten up and fly right
and I am waiting
for the Age of Anxiety
to drop dead
and I am waiting
for the war to be fought
which will make the world safe
for anarchy
and I am waiting
for the final withering away
of all governments
and I am perpetually awaiting
a rebirth of wonder— from I am Waiting, by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
The rest of the poem can be found on the Poetry Foundation website.
Can we all agree that 1958 sounds a lot like 2016.
Stay tuned.
Kanlaon 