Happy St. P's Day to all who celebrate it!
The clover pic is from way back in 2003, many many cameras ago, but I still love it. It's of a wall on the path that goes from Fort Mason to Aquatic Park in San Francisco.
As for St. Patrick's Day, we used to go to some of the lovely Irish pubs in my 'hood, but we do not do that on this day anymore. Too many frat boys and yahoos and amateurs as they say. Much much too crowded and such a rip off in general.
And I am not much of a drinker anyway, and not Irish (I am 100% Dutch - the Dutch invented distilled spirits by the way, though you would think it was the Irish, wouldn't you?). Joe is a little bit Irish, but mostly English and Scot, I think. He doesn't drink much anymore either.
So anyway, drink up, all ye who drink - but take it easy and please don't drink and drive! Or drive and text, or drive and talk on your bloody cell phone either. Do have fun, just take a cab home or walk or take the bus, OK? Thanks :)
Happy St. P's Day to all who celebrate it!
Women/girls who wear below the waist pants with fat oozing out over the top because they have a too short too tight top on as well - ugh. Tramp stamp tattoos. Bed head hair on men that just looks pretentious. Big black glasses on men who are way too good-looking - also pretentious. Big baggy shorts on males over the age of about 12. Baggy gangster pants on anyone. Uggs boots on anyone over age 5 unless they are indoors. Big tattoos on the neck. Face piercings - and any kind of other body piercings - triple ugh. Long acrylic fingernails, especially the kind with rhinestones embedded in them. Hair extensions. Hideous facelifts, collagen injected puffed up lips and botoxed faces. So many other things... but I must stop listing!
Edit - No offense to anyone who likes any of the above fashions. There is no accounting for taste, not my own and not anyone else's. It's all just opinions :)
An LJ friend just got me to thinking about how many places I have lived since I made my escape from LA to SF in 1970 at the tender age of 18.
I came up with 18 places. Three of the moves were into and out of and within the same apartment building on Henry Street with different partners, but that's still moving. Only 4 places in the past 22 years, so 14 places were in the first 18 years.
And still I have so much stuff to get rid of! One would think I'd have it down to a science, but no, clutter always stakes its claim, especially when you move from a large flat to a much smaller one like the last time.
As much as I want to move again in the next year or two, I dread the whole process. We have made some progress gettting rid of stuff, but still have a lot more to sort through and have carted off or cart off ourselves somehow.
Rachel is going through the same process in the flat she's lived in for about 15 years - getting rid of all the junk other people have left behind for her to deal with, plus junk of her own.
It seems like it has no end for either of us, but I tell myself that yes, one of these days, we will all move all our stuff worth keeping to some other place and then clutter can start staking its claim there too.
The wall painting progresses. This is just a small section of wall.
I know some people think abstract art is just random crap, but they would be wrong, it's not random.
Some of it may be crap though, just like some figurative art is crap.
And I think people who think abstract art is random are usually people who do not know much about art.
OK, maybe some do, but they would still be wrong. :)
This is from last weekend, but this weekend is even nicer.
Happy we are springing forward! I love DST. I know some of you hate it, but bah humbug to you :)
I am not a morning person. And I like to go to the beach for walks when Joe gets home from his jobby job, and now he will get home an hour or more before sunset so it's perfect! :)
Yesterday he went to visit his parents in the Santa Cruz Mountains. I did not go with. I am done doing that trip - two hours each way, half of which is on twisting mountain roads. Going down there at least 100 times in the past 30 years since they moved there has been way more than enough for me. Long story, but anyway, I did not go with.
So I went to paint at R's for a while, and when I was about to leave, I got stuck in the art room for half an hour - the door sticks from the outside sometimes but it's easy to unstick it from outside. This time, it stuck from the INSIDE and I could not get it open no matter how hard I pulled and pried and kicked and yanked. I started to really freak out, thinking I could be stuck in there all day before she came home.
I did not have my bag in there with my phone, so I could not call her and tell her to come home and let me out (she was out with a friend). After about half an hour of trying to pull it open, I ended up having to take the hinges off to get the door open.
After all that I was pretty exhausted, so came home and ate a huge turkey sandwich. Then went out and did other errands. Joe came home around six and was also exhausted from the four hours of driving, so all we did was watch some stuff on the DVR, and that was it for the night.
Now I have to change all the clocks, but I do love DST! :)
I hate to waste paint so I have taken to smearing whatever is left on my brushes and scrapers onto the walls of the art studio, since some paint had made its way there anyhow.
The room will have to be painted whenever Rachel moves out of that flat anyway (she's lived there for like, 15 years already), so she doesn't mind, and smearing paint on walls is so much fun. :)
We had a nice weekend, even somewhat productive. I took some pics but have not uploaded yet.
Today all I have on my busy busy agenda is to paint some more. And make a couple of those blank 16 page journals from big sheets of watercolor paper, so I can take them to Ashland with me in 13 days.
Only 13 days till we go on vacation up there again, yay!
Section of the art table surface as it was a few days ago. Always changing, it is. Sometimes I want to somehow scrape the top layer off in one piece and save it. I suppose I should start putting paper down under what I'm working on so I can use the paper later in collages. I used to do that but stopped somewhere along the way.
Anyhoooooo, back to now... getting ready to take R. to the donation truck in The Presidio to get rid of more stuff from her apartment. The joy of de-cluttering combined with being generous and giving stuff away rather than trying to sell things = cheap high. :)
After that, I dunno - we may need coffee by then, and I think she will be going further to the east side of town to visit a friend.
We spent some of the morning cleaning, wow! Joe washed the trusty Honda Civic, and I vacuumed and dusted a bit and cleaned the bathroom (more or less, as much as possible, considering the age of most of the tile and fixtures in there).
So now we get to play for the rest of the day. And tonight, The Oscars! Which I may end up recording on the DVR so I can just zip through 90% of it later and just watch the interesting 10%.
Finished this one a couple days ago - it's 12x12 inches on deep canvas.
Today I want to go to Flax and buy some more molding paste and some crackle paste and some other supplies.
But the sun is out so we may go for a walk on the beach first.
Because who knows, it might rain again later, so we should gather our rosebuds whilst we can and all that.
Hope everyone else is having fun today as well!
The colors didn't come out quite right in this photo, but you get the idea anyway. This one is 24x24 inches and I just love the texture and color.
I've loved abstract art since I was a little kid. I used to cut out pieces of magazine pages that were just blocks of color and then make collages with them when I was maybe 10 or 12.
After not painting for a while due to lack of space, I am getting back into it and it is so much fun. Art should be fun above all else, for me anyway.
I am not into that whole "suffering artist" thing - if I am not having fun doing it, you are not going to find me doing it. There are enough things I have to do in life that are not fun, so art has to be fun for me.
Life being too short and all that. :)
Taken last Sunday as we were leaving the most lovely SB at Lucasfilm.
Yes, the bark on those trees is really that red! Not sure what kind of trees they are, but they will bloom soon.
It poured rain for a while this afternoon, while I was at R's painting. It stopped before I left though, which was great because I did not bring an umbrella with me.
This was taken last May at Yosemite.
I was just looking at my weather list though and it said it is sunny and 34 degrees there right now, and I was thinking how beautiful it must be there this very minute! Must go find a live web cam of it today - I know there are some out there.
Anyway, back here in SF - pouring rain during the night, which woke me up at about four. I had the window open as usual and it was blowing rain into the window, getting the curtains wet.
So I had to close the window, and I hate sleeping with closed windows, but it was really pouring water into the bedroom!
Now we have pretty clouds and some sun but I think more rain is on the way later in the week.
Only 18 days until we go to Ashland again, yay!
OK, back to work I go.
I remember being online before that - before there was a web, there was just a net and it moved very slooooowwwwly.
There was no DSL, there was only dial up - remember what modems sounded like if you didn't know how to turn the sound of them OFF so that your loved ones would not hear you dialing up 1000 times a day to get your emails and forum messages? That was one of the first things I learned when I got a modem - how to make it dial up SILENTLY.
Remember how different the demographics were of who was online and who didn't even know what "online" meant? Like, before there was AOL and then it all went to hell?
LOL... anyway seeing Yahoo on the news all happy to be turning 15 made me remember what the internet was like before AOL and Yahoo existed.
In some ways better, in some ways not.
Life is like that as things keep moving right along. :)
An oldie, from November 2004, the month we spent in San Miguel de Allende.
No special reason for posting it now, other than I've always wanted to go back and I keep thinking February would be a great month to spend there, and now another February has come and gone.
Oh well, maybe next February.
Back to the present, today I spent way too much time trying to balance our checkbook AGAIN, which is almost impossible to do because our landlord only cashes the rent checks every four to six months.
There is one I can't account for, but it has to be more than a year old, that he apparently lost or never cashed, but hasn't said anything about it. I feel like I should just remove that extra money from the account, since it's been sitting there for YEARS when it could be in savings... but no, the minute I do that, I know he will cash the long lost check and it will bounce.
I have not bounced a check in about a zillion years and I am very careful about such things, keeping a paper register so I know how much money is REALLY in the account. Paying massive overdraft fees which can easily be avoided is just stupid, in my opinion. But anyway, I would rather be able to move that mysterious uncashed check money into savings (but I won't).
Other than spent too much time on that mess, what did I do... went to the studio at R's and painted for a while. Came home, made dinner for Joe and myself. Later, it will be time for some LOST. :)
Tiny heather flowers from last weekend at the MCBG. I love the heather gardens there - the best time to see them is in August, but the heather seems to bloom all year to one degree or another in this climate.
Back to the here and now... Joe was sick all day yesterday, still that lingering stupid virus, so we didn't do much of anything. Watched some Olympics, had soup, such excitement. I felt ok but only went outside for about five minutes, to mail the rent check and buy a newspaper.
Today he seems much better but now I feel crappy! We are waiting for the Safeway guy to deliver food. Maybe I'll feel better as the day goes on - it's so nice and sunny, I would like to at least go to Crissy Field for a walk or something.
And the laundry still looms.
This is what it looked like when we arrived in the village last Friday. Then it got sunnier and sunnier. Kind of like today here in San Francisco - first we had pouring rain, and now we have brilliant sunshine.
And I have nothing much to say because I've been inside all day and haven't done much of anything. I had planned to do lots of cleaning, but the fluish thing Joe and Rachel had seems like it finally caught up with me and I was exhausted from the get-go.
So my goal has turned into just trying to pull myself together by dinner time, and even that looks iffy.
Maybe a walk around the block in the sun and fresh air would help.
Just a pretty camellia from the MCBG for your viewing pleasure today. The camellia trees (bushes?) were blooming like crazy there - also some early rhodies, and there were daffodils all over the place as well. In the village there were lots of callas as always and all the other flowers that the residents have going all year 'round. May is when the wildflowers are out in full force though - I love to go up there in May (and August for everything else in the MCBG).
Anyway back to real life here in The City. I am still resisting getting Joe and Rachel's virus...but was exhausted yesterday after painting for a while, doing a little laundry (which involves lugging it with me and going up and down many stairs back and forth), then walking to the little market three blocks away and carrying a heavy bag back. Had to take a nap after all that.
There is a ton more laundry to be done, but I think I will save it for Saturday and the laundromat. I do want to go paint some more today though - I finished one yesterday and I want to see how it dried, and there is another one I just started that I want to splash some more paint on today.
Plus I have a ton of stuff to scan or photograph, which is a dreaded chore, so I probably won't get to that today, heh.
And then all the usual housework and paperwork that piles up - and people wonder how I keep myself busy without a "real job"?
LOL - I have always found the days go much faster when I am not in an office, doing things I don't enjoy doing, breathing bad air and sitting in a cubicle in bad light, being micro-managed by... well, you know what most managers in the world are like, don't you?
Anyway, so I am semi-fluish but busy as always and happy NOT to be in an corporate office type job anymore (or ever again I hope).
Joe returned to his jobby job yesterday and was an hour late getting home because of course many fires ensued when he was gone for three whole days. So he vented about all that over dinner. Oh for the day when he is no longer working there!
Ok, back to work I go, happy to be managing just myself. :)
We had a great time up there again (for about the 100th time), even though Joe got sick on Saturday and still has the flu... he actually called in sick yesterday and today, which pleases me (he has something like 900 hours of sick leave saved up).
Rachel has the flu too but is at work today. I am not feeling so great either but am trying to resist their virii.
I made a big pot of veggie soup and we will take some over to her in a little while, when she gets home from work. Wish it would stop raining already! We lucked out over the weekend and didn't get rained on at all up there.
The inn we stayed at was great - the room was nice and big, with tasteful decor, a deck, a fireplace and a view of Big River Beach, with a path right from the inn to the beach. The innkeepers are very sweet, and they make a yummy breakfast for all the guests every morning too.
And it was right in the village, a five minute walk from the shops and such, so even when Joe was sick all afternoon on Saturday, I just walked to the beach and then walked to where all the shops are and so on.
Anyway, the first few pages on my Flickr are pics from the weekend... I took about 300 pics put only uploaded maybe 50 or so.
Over and out for now.