Getting Through It

It’s been almost a year since the world stopped, plans got thrown out the window, and nothing will ever be the same.

Self thought she’d take a moment to celebrate the things that got her through the past year:

Of course, gardening. Her garden has never looked so great. Every day she watches the oxalis in her backyard get higher and higher. And she just loves it.

Second, books, and her fantastic local library and their curbside pick-up system. She’s been using it since June (Before that, she ordered many books from Gallery Bookshop in Mendocino, which is equally fantastic). Also, self would like to thank the AUTHORS of these wonderful books. When self needed to be transported to another place and time, these authors delivered:

Self would also like to thank FREE CONCERTS. The week after everything shut down, St. Bride’s in London began streaming everything. And so did St. Mary’s Cathedral in San Francisco, which used to hold free noontime concerts every Tuesday.

She would also like to thank Cal Shakes, whose summertime Shakespeare was a high point of her summer, as long as she was home in the San Francisco Bay Area. (Her first Cal Shakes was Romeo and Juliet. ADAM SCOTT PLAYED ROMEO. Sold!!!) A few days ago, she got a message that they would mount ONE live production this summer (Dates to be announced), with appropriate social distancing, of course: Shakespeare’s The Winter’s Tale.

Also, FaceTime. Self has actually learned to FaceTime with Dearest Mum. It’s been so great.

And The Economist, which managed to come every week (every two weeks lately, since DeJoy destroyed the USPS)

Finally, she’d like to thank her favorite TV shows, because she’d never have gotten through without them: The Expanse (closing with Season 6), Peaky Blinders (closing with Season 6), The Crown.

A big hand also for Trader Joe’s, for being most sanitary of all the different supermarkets she’s shopped in.

Stay safe, dear blog readers. Stay safe.

4th Sunday of August 2010: Buying Eggs, Among Other Things

Today was not a very exciting day, dear blog readers. Unless you count: 1) planting a euphorbia amygdaloides; 2) finding out that Maggie Gyllenhaal’s legs — have legs! 3) a trip to three local Trader Joe’s this morning and 4) dropping by Carlmont Nursery in Belmont.

With regards to that Trader Joe’s run, self bought three Read the rest of this entry »

Today, the Sun

Oh, the sun is really bright. And it’s only 9:03 a.m.

They say June 21 is the longest day of the year.

At the moment, self is in the backyard, having coffee. Bella, self’s older beagle, is inside, unable to do much more than sleep and eat now. She is 15 years old, which makes her as old as Methuselah. The younger one lies next to self on the deck. Dogs are God’s creatures, through and through.

The weekend just ended was such a good weekend. Not only did self get to go to the Mountain View Farmers Market, yesterday she saw no less than three movies.

Yup, you read right, dear blog readers. First, there was the 11 a.m. show of “Get Him to the Greek.” My, the chemistry between Russell Brand and Jonah Hill was really quite touching. And self can’t remember laughing this much during a movie, ever. Four stars.

After dinner, she Read the rest of this entry »

Why This Weekend Was a Very Special Weekend

  • Gracie (younger beagle) did not have constipation (This is no small thing, dear blog reader. Last weekend’s bout did us in for $440) And she began barking at everyone walking by again. And self realized it had been weeks — weeks! — since she’d last heard Gracie barking.
  • Self had her first taste of Fat Weasel Pale Ale (brewed in Ukiah, discovered at Trader Joe’s) and liked it. (In the interests of full disclosure, self decided to check out FW’s ranking on the beeradvocate website: a lowly B- )
  • Self ordered take-out from Crouching Tiger, restaurant in downtown RWC specializing in Sichuan cooking. The Dry-Cooked Prawns and Hunan Preserved Pork set our mouths on fire (but Read the rest of this entry »

Some Errands, 2nd Tuesday of May 2009

Self worked hard all day.  In the morning, she uploaded lectures for her on-line class and answered e-mail.  In the afternoon, she went to Best Buy to scout out prices for new washing machines.  It’s been 16 years since she last had to buy one of these things, she can attest to the longevity of Kenmore!  The new washing machines are made by LG and Samsung, and top-loading is way cheaper than front-loading, though not as energy-efficient.  And the starting price is $599.  Hmmmm . . .

She went to the library.  Checked on status of her hold on Sebastian Barry’s A Long, Long Way.  Nope, none of the copies are back yet.  She checked out two books, both non-fiction:  one called Two Lives, by Vikram Seth.  She’s not sure why she was interested in this, probably something to do with the name of the author, who was from her department at Stanford, whose book A Suitable Boy she liked.

Self also found time to drop by Trader Joe’s, where she bought more of that yummy Cilantro dressing hubby likes so much.

Let’s see, what else?  Self better think of something interesting, quick, or dear blog readers will quit reading this post in disgust.

Eureka! She’s got it: while roaming the web today (and trying assiduously not to be sucked into reading any more reviews about new Spock or the “Star Trek” movie), she stumbled across an exceedingly interesting tidbit about Brad Pitt which made him out to be very woebegone:  apparently he’s become an alcoholic who sneaks into a closet to have long, self-pitying phone chats with Jen in which he claims Pax is his only friend (!!@@##).  Self will never understand why Jen takes those kinds of calls.  Unless —  oh my goodness!  She must still be holding a torch for Brad!  Angie’s said to be ready to kick him out. Self will quite understand if Angie feels she’s probably had enough of men for the time being. In fact, it will probably be good for her not to be with men — for the rest of her life. Otherwise, look what happens: she becomes either a sex machine (with Billy Bob, on the way to the Oscars) or a baby machine (Brad). And, in the meantime, she is getting just so thin.

Garden is woefully neglected.  Gardenia “First Love” is shockingly yellow, self feels it will not recover.  Camellia sasanqua, after growing vigorously all spring, suddenly expired from exhaustion.  And Gracie dug up and mangled three of the six Sumatra Lily bulbs self ordered from Dutch Gardens.  There simply aren’t enough hours in the day to read and write, read story proofs, and prepare for her classes.  Son comes this Friday, and says he’ll come with self to the Nona Caspers/Joel Tan reading at the gallery on California St. in Palo Alto.  He’s back again the following weekend, with a friend.  Then Dearest Mum comes.  Then self and hubby go to Cal Poly for son’s graduation.  Then self flies to New York.  Then self comes back for the Foothill Writers Conference (Barbara Jane Reyes also in that one), and then self has to hand in a book review for The Women’s Review of Books.  And then it will be Christmas.  And self will have gone through another year.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers, stay tuned.

Today, Friday, the 17th of April

Today, six Sumatra Lily bulbs came in the mail. Also, two rejections: one from Algonquin books (self sent them 30 pages, perhaps six months ago), another from a small literary journal that self’s been subscribing to since the very first issue (but for now will remain nameless).

Today was warm enough so that self finally got to sit outside for part of the afternoon. When the shadows deepened, a wind sprang up, and self got nervous and started collecting all the pillows she’d strewn around the garden (to sit on, she’s been migrating from one end of the garden to the other, depending on the angle of the light). She left out the Chinese lanterns.

Dinner was Italian sausage, cut into chunks, and fried with onions and some scrambled egg (Self knows, that sounds like breakfast, but anyhoo). Then, she made a salad of baby spinach, croutons, shaved Gruyere cheese, and a few slices of crumbled bacon. That makes her sound like a gourmet, but self assures dear blog reader, that salad was pure serendipity: hubby bought Gruyere last weekend and forgot about it, which allowed self to shave it over the salad. Then, she bought this humongous bag of baby Spinach from Safeway, because it was on sale. And she always has bacon and croutons. Plus, she just bought Cilantro dressing from Trader Joe’s. Voila! Super-yummy and filling salad!

Stay tuned, dear blog readers, stay tuned.


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