the high point of your day
is seeing how
your weight has dropped
standing on the scale
at 6:00 AM.
quite the same here., over again each day.
Today seven of us went in the van to see Arcadia
national park. Tthree of us got out for a minute
once, and we had ice cream when we were almost
back. We all need canes, so it wasn't too
adventurous. There is no such thing as
tides. There were a couple of little
beaches we couldn't get down to, but it was a
nice ride among a million trees.
to have missed that last concert and the goodbyes
afterwards. Sometimes the buttons just
don't work right
I long for news .
What kind of news y'all want?
my guy Patrick finally showed up to do some yard
work in the back and of course he's a
creative guy so he looks around and he says after
the cleanup you could do this and you could do
that. But I swear to God every time I
have tried to do something like vegetables for
example, I do it one year, turns out great,
everybody is happy and then the next year and the
year after and the year after it gets worse and
worse and worse till I finally just give up. I
mean, one year I had the most fabulous cucumbers!
Don't get me started. Never happened again,
even though I use the same pot the same style of
comes Patrick: he sees my miserable abandoned
horse-troughs full of old dirt and notices that
across the driveway is a spigot. The next thing
you know he's got me agreeing to make a cut
in the concrete from the faucet right across to
the troughs and establish an elaborate sprinkler
system and then fill the horse troughs full of
various kinds of water tolerant plants. I mean of
course it'll look beautiful but I'm
supposed to be leaving on this trip in three
weeks. I told him this is 'spose to be fire
mitigation. With Summer coming up I really need
all of the yard to be free of any kind of
kindling, ya know?
I kind of
see the light go out in his eyes, so I guess I
just took pity on him I'm gonna let him go ahead.
With the caveat that we're not going to do any of the planting, not till I get back.Then he coughs up what he thinks the cost is going to be…
Oooo. Pretty spiffy job!
I'm working on several sections of this
greens vest. One part was too short so I cut off
the rib and made another, plus an inch or two of
stockinet. Now I'm sewing the two together,
but the - what is it that hurts at the top of
your arm? Some kind of cuff I think.
It hurts to work but I do it anyway. Then
there's the V neck, which I lost how to do it.
Tthere are two pieces that made too sharp an
angle going up toward the shoulders .
Now I could do with more greens.
But we are nowhere near Russia, for which I am grateful.
No news here. Spring may come any week, now.
Is that a new director or a tryout?
cuff. That is not good my dear! I would suggest
you see a physical therapist. You sort of have
the right Instinct I think as long as there
hasn't been an injury just keep stretching
and moving, and of course not overdoing it. I
wrestled with that for years and let me tell you
it was not funny. I was making an exit off stage
left and grabbed a door frame. The spasm was so
bad I almost barfed. They called it a frozen
shoulder or adhesive capsulitis. I even had
acupuncture treatments for it. Anyway I'm not
a doctor so don't let it scare you just get
some good advice from a physical therapist.
By the way
you remember Dr. Cheng--she was our conductor for
Carmina Burana last night. So far we've had
to guest auditioners for Mark's position. One
woman and one man I hesitate to call a man he was
so young! They were okay but no great shakes.
was a lot of fun and very LOUD. I really like Dr.
Cheng--great humour, although trying to
understand what she's saying through a mask
not so much--but when she likes what you're
doing she says "I LOVE it!". That's
not hard to understand.
where I am on the poncho. Both front and back
sections ready to be crocheted with the
contrasts, then joined and given a bit of
cuff and cowl.
surprisingly emotional to say goodbye to Bill and
Mark. The end product of the extravaganza was
exhausting. I don't know if you got a link to
the live stream? It seems possible that they will
post it on YouTube at some point as
Anyway we had plenty of food and jollies at the
reception, which was fine, but I then got
overwhelmed and just grabbed my backpack, headed
How's by you?
13 days and
I'm off to Budapest with the gang. I took
your experience and booked myself business class.
Non-Stop. I'm not fucking around. We'll
I have been
talking to my poncho. I am at the point where
everything is finished except for the vertical
crochet lines. I did some calculations and I
realized that if I want to finish it before I
leave on the choir tour, I would have to do 3 a
day everyday. That's not going to happen. So
the question is does the sweater come with me in
my suitcase? I asked it, do you want to come? Silence.
On the one
hand it would be so stupid to schlep a wool
turtleneck poncho to an area of Easter Europe
supposed going to be hot. On the other hand it would be so nice to have it finished! Then I could start something else when I came back. Or conversely take some other project with me that is not quite as problematic, except I know myself: that means learning curve which I don't got time for.
Or I how 'bout I forget knitting and just read! How's them apples?
last minute of July and my grandson is probably
on a lobster boat or in bed to get the energy to
go at it again tomorrow. He's a stern man
so he works hard when he's on the boat. I
depend on him to teach me how to use Facebook or
the other one. It would be fun to see you
recognize me, though, because it took until right
now to grow out the last experience with the
person who dealt with my hair.
have or know old people, don't just dump them in
an old folks' "home" ( drop them off and dust off
your hands.) We are still alive, and
we may put on a happy face when we see you, but
life is really a bore with our people gone.
get off your chair, find a postcard.
Draw something on it. Then find a
stamp. Lick and stick.
Address it if you want.
Thank you. You made my day!
Hi C, I know
you won't get this until tomorrow but I'm
so glad to hear from you. Is this your preferred
email address? I had sent a couple or three
emails to you with no response...
don't do Facebook but I do do WhatsApp. We
started doing that on the tour because it was the
easiest way to keep in touch amongst the group.
See if your grandson can install that. It's
really easy to use you can text and you can also
use the little camera if you want to see people.
Or we can Skype if you want.
The trip was
pretty out of control. Like life. About 10 days
in, I tested positive and so I had to go to an
isolated Hotel all by myself for four days. It
wasn't a bad experience, since I wasn't
truly feeling much of anything. The Hotel people
were lovely and I went for long walks because
there was nothing like crowds to worry about, in
fact I rarely saw anybody outdoors. As I said
quite isolated. Not a tourist area at all.
were pretty testy. Literally. I think we got
maybe 12 people who finally got covid, either on
the trip or shortly after they came home. The
Greek Islands were wonderful but being on a
cruise ship not so much. Not for me I think.
Actually the best times I had were in the lounge
looking out the window at the Aegean Sea. Reading
a Beatles book from the library. I would doze off
and then wake up and the sea was still there!
scammed at a shop in Turkey. I bought some
earrings and they somehow magically disappeared.
The shopkeeper made me search my purse and kept
saying Madam madam, but it was clear that
while I wasn't watching, they just pocketed
them I guess I don't know. I took my eyes off
of them for a second while I was running the
credit card and poof! Contacted my bank when I
got home and I think I will probably be able to
dispute the charges, but I liked those earrings
My hip did
not give me a lot of problems. The more I walked
the looser it got, although I did need to hang on
to things and maybe grab somebody's arm,
because walking on marble pavement or
Please let me know how you're doing and let's have some long chats.
(I took my
damn sweater with me to work on but of course in
90° Heat that was kind of pointless. It's
still not done because the crocheting in the purl
lines is so tedious. I got the front finished but
now I have to launch into the back. I thought
maybe I would just leave the back plain but the
front looks so nice. Sigh.)
So I had an interesting day today. I signed up for a walk through Meetup with Senior Women in Berkeley.
They meet at Roma's cafe on Hopkins and then
somebody picks a route. Last week it was
Community Gardens. We hit three of them I think
and also a place where they play outdoor bowling.
About 4 MI total.
recognize this! Today, it was a walk to Berkeley
Rose Garden. Now I'm not stupid; I knew that
it was uphill. I used to have singing lessons at
my teacher's house up by Indian Rock. The
problem was I knew from last week that they walk
at a pretty good pace, but I never believed that
they would decide to charge uphill a mile and a
half. I mean come on! This so-called seniors
group is supposed to take into account our aging
bodies otherwise why do they call it a seniors
group? So we got over by Fat Apples on Martin
Luther King and I missed the light so they went
on ahead without me. As soon as the light changed
I crossed and one of them came back and
confronted me. She said you're going too slow for the rest of the group. So I said okay I guess I'll just go home. I didn't. As I watched them disappear up Rose Street I got out my phone and planned a different route. It took me awhile but I got up there. I was just crossing Euclid in front of the Garden when I saw them take a left and go off back the way they'd come.
So here's my question for you. Do you
think I'm justified in saying that they
should change the name of the group from Berkeley senior walking group to Berkeley walking group? Anyways I felt pretty put off by the idea that I'm known in this group as somebody who is too slow in contrast to not as fast.
Also I think
it was just stupid to push that hard because it
occurred to me that I don't really care about
a destination. What's the hurry? The
Rose Garden is beautiful. I get that. But I go
because I like to walk! I feel like Mr Rogers: I
like to take my time!
Thus endeth my rant~
another group that's going to go around a
loop down by Lake Chabot. Sounds nice.)
Yes, you are justified in your assessment of the name. Changing it? Less
likely. I think they like being senior and able to speed right along.
slowly learning to let some things go. Are
these ladies old? Are you going to see them
again? Are they pushy? Proud of their
something- pace? ability? Are they walking
snobs? Maybe their name isn't
about changing a dining room name away from
"private " to something else and was, shall we
say, dismissed. Who cares? Not
worth bothering about. Sounds like being
with those people isn't a good fit.…
All the leaves on the shrubbery have curled up to protect from the lack of rain.
The grasses are California brown .
here, except for a lack of sweltering heat.
Lovely to walk in the middle of the day.
Send news or make something up .
Hugh just got here with two, two! file cabinets.
project looks sort of complicated, but it does
give a nice effect How often do you do that
3 color "wrap". With some bumps and bobbles added
for interest. I was trying to explain to my
grandson why do we knit. The best I could
come up with was in the old days people needed
clothes. But now we just enjoy doing it. This
one's a good one to do while you sit &
that thing where I said real easy? Bobbles?
Well so much for that . I don't remember when
I've spent so much time fiddling on YouTube.
Finally figured it out but I don't know why I
was making it more difficult than it was. Now the
only issue is making sure I don't knit too
eleven thirty, with a slight breeze on a sunny
day. I'm sitting on a swing on the
blueberry path. The occasional cars
on the road below make it seem quieter
somehow . The sun feels warm and friendly
.. buttermilk clouds are sneaking across
colors yet, but the draught will probably make
some changes in the season. The other day leaves
on one shrub were tightly curled, waiting
for rain. Then we got a downpour in the
middle of the night.
close as we come to having news . No word
of either the dog or the family. The
cat is a good substitute for
Mason. Easy care, responsive
company., no required dawn walks.
it who just gave all the shares he had, in a
company he founded, to a climate change
group? Good for him. If I were sure
my money would outlast me I might do the same
How is that beautiful fabric developing? I remember the vibrant colors.
greens vest is way too wide. I think when I
soak it, maybe it will lose some of those inches
when I lay it out to dry. Shall I put into
Keep tuned. You might hear me screech when I pull it out.
The cat is ready for brunch. Goodbye.
That's the family that runs Patagonia. Good stuff.
going to call this thing a "shawl". Think
I'll stretch it out a bit so it's like a
throw as well. It's moving right along.
news we're having our maiden voyage with this
new ucac director and it's a bit rough going.
I'll stick with it but I might have to get a
little passive aggressive at some point. Some of
the physical things she's having us do I just
can't. I had the worst backache yesterday and
I was trying to figure out where'd that come
from? I realize it's because she wants us to
rehearse standing up straight and tuck in our
pelvises and do all this bullshit. I'm too
old. I still sing good that's all that
matters. YMMV Point is I don't think
weird yesterday morning I woke up and
spontaneously uttered a silent prayer that
somebody would drop out of the Mercy Center
retreat that I've been to a couple of times
and I'm now on the wait list for. Couple
hours later I got an email saying there's a
spot opened up you want it? How weird is that! So
I guess I'm going on another retreat.
Your shawl/ throw is beautiful. I'm addicted to colors. Carry on!
Yes, right time for a prayer to work. Have a good retreat .
I have to
go on every outing, to every destination, to
feel, well, not like being at a retreat, but
better, anyway. This will never feel like
home, but as things go, it's pretty good.
I decided that my shawl was too short—the designer said to get two skeins of
each color—and I've got a lot left over! The upshot
is that I added three wide stripes with a diagonal
Stitch and now I can't make up my mind whether I
should make it symmetrical because overall it is a
symmetrical pattern. I measured it and it's 5 ft
long if I add another 6 inches no big deal I
suppose. Best not be in a hurry, is my own advice.
So, did you add more to your blanket? It looks very appealing in the pictures.
I like the bright stripes of color.
I finally finished the greens sweater. It was way too wide so I stretched it -
soaking it first. Then I mercilessly stretched it long long long. I like the
sweater now, so I'll make another one for my friend. We went to the Turnstile
, a high end second hand store, & I picked up lots of acrylic yarn in various
colors of blues and whites and strong pinks.
The store didn't have any animal yarn at all. I didn't want to make a $200
sweater and this will occupy me for a couple of months . I like playing with
When is your recently decided upon retreat ? I forget everything, so tell me
You might like Black Diamond, by Martin Walker. Bad guys are polluting the
market for expensive French mushrooms with cheap Chinese look-alikes. You
read along while somebody cooks up something that smells delicious, with a
little French sprinkled in with the chopped parsley.
It's 11:25. Time for bed.
Well here's where I'm at today. Still in bed waiting for the urge to get up and
weigh myself. I decided that I wanted to lose 10 lbs and it's not really that hard.
I have to walk a lot and reduce the intake, and that pretty much does the trick.
It's also starting to get cold which I know compared to what you guys have is a
Bay Area joke, but even so. I haven't turned on the heater yet this season. It just
feels nippy and I require my comforter on at night.
I'm not sure what this means but my knitting folder is now much more
organized. There was a point in which I wasn't clear which batch of yarn went
with which pattern. That's unacceptable so I fixed it. I also have not yet finished
my shawl—although it's looking good—and the idea that I need more pattern
kits? Well yes apparently I do! I got another one coming in the mail and I have
to say the thing that was attractive to me was the fact that they send you the
base color, one skein and then include 27, I kid you not, Mini bits of 27 other
colors (this is an attempt to not waste full skeins.) I just thought it was way cool
and sadly too much to resist. (I don't know why I say sadly, it's going to be very
Which brings me to my retreat. Rupert Spira. I always have a hard time
articulating what is the ultimate goal of going on a retreat because Rupert
doesn't like to spend it in silence. He likes the sense of community that people
experience sharing meals and conversations and walks. But at the end of the
day he also admits ruefully that the farther into the week we get with our 2 hour
meditations, the more of that time is spent in silence.
Same thing with Eckhart Tolle, who finally made it to the Paramount couple
weeks ago. I'd had those tickets for a year and a half! So he came out on the
stage and the place was pretty crowded. He said I don't know what I'm going to
say or how long I'm going to talk, maybe an hour maybe two maybe four
maybe six? It actually turned out to be two, and it was like a very long song. I
left afterward with my friend, and we each shared that the takeaway wasn't
what was actually said but in how it was delivered. I don't think it really matters
at all what language it's spoken in. It felt like Music or the ocean but in essence
something akin to being wordless in your mother's arms.
Being by myself has been a revelation. Not that my sons aren't certainly
welcome, but I'm by myself. Decision making is a wonderful simple yet intricate
process. I sit with an idea or with no idea, just anticipation? Or a sense of no
pressure, ease at waiting for a sign or an indication that I'm on the right track.
Okay to just observe Something Beautiful.
Here's an example: we've got this friend down the road on College Avenue that
runs the antique shop called Talisman. He's a very quirky guy and my younger
brother hangs out with him in front of the shop helping to restore things that
need a little help before sale. Since his name is Kingsley we call the group FOK
for Fans of Kingsley. The other day I finally got up the nerve to just tell him
straight up hey I've been looking for a little tiny chest of drawers and you got
one in the window there and I want it! It was for some reason difficult, possibly
because back in the day my mom used to go sit with him and chat for hours,
because she loved antiques almost above anything. So I don't want to compete
with her in any way shape or form. I just appreciate good stuff as does my
brother and I guess I gave myself permission to be okay with a little Self
I mean I'm sitting here and that little chest of drawers is right there across from
me looking so cunning and warm and certainly happy to have my knitting work
sitting on top of it.
SubjectQuick note before I go to skklrrp
That means sleep.
I'm exhausted From hoinjhbyhtouhh famn , Never mind I'll tell you