Sunday, March 25, 2007

Sunny San Diego

Zeisel pottery
Originally uploaded by suzipaw.
…is where I'm at today.

I flew down a little early yesterday and met up with a friend's sister, a fellow home design aficionado who lives here in SD--she very kindly picked me up at my hotel and whisked me off to lovely Balboa Park so we could take in the Eva Zeisel show. It was a sunny, blooming flora filled day…the show was good…we took a pedicab from the parking lot to the museum…we topped it off by going to an enormous rummage sale that was also happening in the park. Helped to mellow me for the busy days ahead.

It's late but I have a bit more to do before heading up to my suite and hopefully a good night's sleep.

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Letter to Yale

Today's entry is courtesy of a guest blogger, my stepdad!

Yale College
Office of Undergraduate
P.O. Box 208234
New Haven, CT

March 19, 2007

To Whom It May Concern:

I have a son who is very special to me (special, as in Special Ed.). In order to preserve the family honor, I believe he should have a college degree. Unfortunately, I doubt if he has the skills or IQ to earn one, even from a community college. He has, however, agreed to live on your campus and even attend a few classes and take exams, if necessary.

I would like to get the degree process started as soon as possible, so would you please send me an application form, a list of degrees available, and the prices for each; specifically, one similar to the one you sold to the Bush family.


Dr. Donald C. Phillips
Penn. ‘66


Happy first day of spring, everyone!

Sunday, March 18, 2007

Scenes From a Dog Walk

Probably would never have had this perspective if it weren't for having to exercise the mutt.



lavendar field flower

I know, you've seen that last one before, but it is one of my favorite trees, ever.

Sunday, March 11, 2007


You Are Lisa Simpson

A total child prodigy and super genius, you have the mind for world domination.

But you prefer world peace, Buddhism, and tofu dogs.

You will be remembered for: all your academic accomplishments

Your life philosophy: "I refuse to believe that everybody refuses to believe the truth"

While I was on the same site, Blogthings, I did the hippie chick name generator, and I'm actually:

Your Hippie Chick Name Is:



It's a beautiful day, a feeling of summer, the time changed last night. I've been out in it a little, deadheading, squishing aphids, and hosing winter's grit off the back patio. I'm even wearing shorts and relieved to report that I haven't grown out of last year's size. Yet. I've done some work-work, but not the chores I should. I'm blaming that on the fact that I was in the office for about five hours yesterday, cleaning out and reorganizing some things. It needed to be done, and I think it will help me feel reenergized at the office, a feeling I'm going to be needing in the next month or so. As I've complained about often, the last few months have been a crappy hamsterwheel period, what with settling into my new job and M very busy with his new job and school and his rededication to the art of studying. But time to find the joy…

Think I'll pull out that yarn I purchased earlier in the week and see what I can create with it.


M and I have started to watch "Carnivale," an HBO series my brother recommended. It's kind of a Twin-Peaks-meets-Deadwood show. We recommend it.

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Of Panties and Pansies

"$4.99? That's too much for panties." The cashier released my newly acquired undies from their plastic hanger bondage with a scoche of distain. The other three pairs (why is it a pair when it's only one piece? Whatevah.) were only $1.99, the appropriate price I suppose. But what else was I supposed to do? I was facing a bleak week at work, and there was really nothing for it but to shop my blues away. Which of course didn't happen. Which would also explain my purchase of not one, not two, but three six-packs of pansies, not to mention $20 worth of makeup, less than an hour later, though dead-heading and fertilizing, the great wheel of gardening, is far from my to-do list these days. But the pansies and hostas are now in the flower bed and I'm sure will bring me peace. At some point. Soon. Surely.*

So of course shopping wasn't a solution to yesterday either, a particularly icky day, but I couldn't help trying to seek solace in consumerism after leaving the office. Witness the paper bag full of fine New Zealand wool purchased last night that now languishes in my craft room that probably won't be knitted up for quite some time. Recall the stomach ache that lasted what felt like all night last night from the rich Thai food I bagged after the wool gathering incident. And the hot chocolate chip cookies I baked up also proved to be ineffective against professional angst.

But now I sit, 18 year old deaf cat on lap who threatens to nuzzle the laptop off aforementioned lap, typing, the bed and blankets calling, and life feels…numb. I think, I believe, I hope, this feeling will fall away and somehow I will feel "lively" again. Sooner rather than later, I hope.

Excuse me while I bake up a few more Trader Joe's chocolate chip cookies again. I'm sure that will help.

*We watched "Airplane!" this past weekend, so stop calling me Shirley.



Spring is almost here. First, out here, it's all about yellow: acacia trees and mustard and daffodils. But now it's the white-petaled chamomile daisies in the dog-walking field and apple and peach trees enrobed in pink and white and pink again, and flowering quince punctuating the freeway that is flagging the arrival of spring. Oh, and the recently purchased rust-colored and purple pansies help too, as well as the lavender hyacinths popping up near the rose bush. This time last year and the year before, their blooms were consumed by snails, but not this year--perhaps the frost was a factor this year.

And green, the bright juicy green of the grass everywhere. Yum.

Another color I'd forgotten about? The black, as in Women in Black, who stand every Friday at the main intersection of the small town where I work , protesting the war. I drove by last week and flashed the peace sign, something I don't think I've done in earnest since 1970. As a pre-teen clad in homemade hot pants and cheap go-go boots, that couldn't have added much to the war-ending effort, but hey, not much else presented itself.