sometimes i get all quote-y and stuff

“How the hell could a person enjoy being awakened at 6:30AM, by an alarm clock, leap out of bed, dress, force-feed, shit, piss, brush teeth and hair, and fight traffic to get to a place where essentially you made lots of money for somebody else and were asked to be grateful for the opportunity to do so?” – Charles Bukowski but …i mean, really- how the hell can we do that all the time? i guess it’s dedication and responsibility and all that… :) i gots me them bills to pay and…

My Sunday Best shelved and suspended

what are we missing… …and, why has it left? and what do you want? these are not words of love or hope. for clarity. it’s a question about the things that grow. and about the things that won’t grow. anymore. we forget the good things and focus on the tedious and monotonous things. we lean on doing the things that earn us money to go places… …and yet, we go nowhere because we’re too busy earning money to go places. :) we focus  on the things that end without an explanation. the things that…

a sunday drive through a rainy paradise (VIDEO)

driving at the speed limit, today. not that it matters. so many palm trees in the cemetery. the dead must feel like they’re in paradise. but not today. most days they’ll soak up the sun, and enjoy a cool breeze…or a balmy evening. but not today. today, they’ll enjoy a cold chill with heavy winds and rain. all day. they’ll enjoy some visitors chasing wind-blown umbrellas through the headstones and name plates across the field. but when the storm runs out of rain and wind…and things are more calm, it…

bird counting and bird watching and everything in between

Last Sunday… Dani and I went to the marina to participate in the annual Christmas  audubon bird count… we’re newbies… and well, it was a spontaneous thing. love the morning ….love birds and love people.. but remembering the names of birds …well, i’m not sure i can do that. i need a book. but , wow!! the morning was beautiful. the people… well, a little cooler than cool. :) and we did spot a heart or two. and the ancient murrelet, too. and that was a little exciting. jump up and…

My Sunday Best: ode to my coffee (with video)

hello… and down below there is pure poesy. really :) the cell fone alarm goes off in the morning time excuse me while I think of a meaningful rhyme. I contemplate a run and go out for some playing but i think of you,  and decide to stay in. i stretch a little and get up slowly  out of my bed still in a haze but with you in my head in to the kitchen i clumsily stumble mmm , and when i see you a practically crumble off to some…

My Sunday Best: “all the world’s a stage…”

and … they had fun. the little girls did. I saw the play a couple times. one time i just watched. another time i sat their as a parent. I thought and looked in side my memory bank…and realised they have done so much. they will do so much, still. they will have many roles to play… act so much. i hope they grow up to be happy little girls. :) entrances and exits and entrances again… so much still to do and do over. again. LOVE! LOVE them.

my Sunday Best: Alex and the Coyote and A Colorful Existence of Day of the Dead

i encouraged Alex to get up early. she hiked up Kill-Hill-2* mostly with her eyes closed. the sun was on our backs an behind some clouds. but, just as soon as it popped up completely, we felt the warmth and saw a ton of light! so, i asked her to turn around and see the sunrise. and, well,  i could not just take a mental picture…i had to take our selfie. gah! i love the sunrise. me and my alex…not our best selfie but we were sleepyheads!  ‘you’re so weird, mom!’ is…

my Sunday best: where the kids are

a sunday besties-blues… and reds and pinks… the good people around us make all the difference. so, hey, remember that. Friday… with Wendy and Deana and a glass of wine on the front porch. antidote for a long week of nonsense and work.     “are you strong enough to be my man…” Saturday…. with Dan and Wendy and their super nice bestie, Peter the guitarist… a cure for the saturday rush and with trying to keep up with the babies’ social life.  So… a little sheryl crow music event in the…

my Sunday best – enter through the side gate

welcome. don’t drag bad vibes, though. that long train won’t fit here. no need to knock. there’s a nice crowd on the other side. a little restless, but they are loving. drag the gate open it gets stuck a little. if you need help, sound the bells. sit down take your shoes off and stay a while. warm your hands on fire pit. fill yourself with warm spirits.

My Sunday Best- sand in your face.

when all else fails … go into denial. claim insanity. lock your doors. roll your eyes. play dead. play deaf. scream. delete the data. all of it. now. or accidentally spill gasoline and accidentally light a match… change the rules. no hablo ingles. kick the first person you see. take a peaceful walk on the beach and enjoy the beautiful sunset … and get some sand and throw it at someone’s face. (be sure you throw enough of it to have them stay down for a while or be sure…

my sunday best: bougainloveea

dani: mama?!! me: yes? dani: where are you? me: dans la toilette dani: stop pee’ing. i got a surprise for you! me: um, i can’t stop on demand, you know? but , i’ll be right out. jeeze, can’t a mom pee in peace?! dani: just hurry up! :) still fixing my pants… i walk out and find Dani pointing at her heart. she raked and swept the flowers to shape it. what goofy cutie-pie she is.

my sunday best – pampering a nine year old!

doodle bou, Boubou, dani-bee, chiquilina, bouboulina…muñequita turned nine. she calls herself my lucky charm! sigh.   she has such an attitude. when she was born she had a ‘stay away from me unless you’re my mom’ cry.  and it was loud. i really mean it. it was loud. she’s sweet as pie when she wants to be. not when she needs to. only when she wants to.  most of the time she is just a stubborn little girl full of ideas and a bit of attitude. she has a wispy …