photo bomb

When there is so much to say…so much to share…so many opinions to opine whilst standing on my soapbox what does one do when they are jet-lagged from your husband’s best friend’s big Texas wedding weekend (which is actually five days and three cities because it’s Texas) and exhausted even more from a big Fall Break adventure and trying to find the time to get the workplace mandatory education done? Do you put down words, lots of words and phrases and parts of speech?

You could.

You should.

You don’t.

Sorry.

I am just too tired.

But I have pictures.

Just imagine it’s a slideshow in my living room with snacks being served.

BYOB of course.

GREAT barbecue because it is Texas and appetizers that are sliced white bread and barbecue sauce next to a plate of dill pickle slices and sliced white onions. But oh the barbecue!

It’s not a wedding unless there is one small disaster or two. The father of the groom suffered a mild heart attack at the rehearsal dinner. No, he didn’t get to eat any barbecue. Yes, he is fine, thank goodness. Thunderstorms roll in just as the wedding is ready to commence. Yes, it’s going to be a great wedding day!

It was.

This hotel, The Drury Plaza Hotel Riverwalk, that used to be a bank is absolutely stunning! And service…amazing!

Good morning San Antonio! As we sat down to enjoy Texas morning sunshine and breakfast, this rolled in VERY quickly. Oh, and yes, that is the view from our room.

But a little more than an hour later, sunshine and blue skies were back. It was a perfect day along the Riverwalk.

Bill found what he wants to do when he retires.

And we found where I will meet him for cocktails after he is done entertaining the tourists.

Heading home, we met Bella, who works at the San Antonio International Airport. Really! Her job is to meet, greet and generally making departing and arriving passengers happy. She is very good at her job.

Home! Jet-lagged! Back to reality and errands and laundry and mandatory ed about Ebola and personal protective equipment. Missed faces like these and the hugs that come with them which is what gives me the energy to get some things accomplished.

Which is good because today I worked a little bit on some anxiety and fears and checking off this adventure on my to-do list.

 

play it again: a season of sowing

Originally published October 14, 2012

Fall has finally arrived here in the Central Valley. Last week the temps were in the 90’s or more but over the weekend, slowly but surely, there was a cooling trend until finally there was but a trickle of rain by the end of the week.

It was about time! That’s all I can say!

But Fall here in the Central Valley often finds me feeling a little down and a little homesick. Sure there are pumpkins galore and a fabulous corn maze. The vineyards and orchards are being harvested and the grapes are being crushed. It all creates the most amazing, fruity, almost syrupy smell as I drive around. But the colors are so pale, so anemic compared to back home. I was reminded of that seeing friends posts of Fall color on their Facebook walls.

I wish I took this shot! I wish I was there to take in this incredible view! Alas, but no. This image is from my dear friend, Sue’s Facebook wall. Like me, she longs for the vibrant colors like these that can only be seen back East. Nothing out here in Cali compares. Sorry.

So instead of trying to find Autumn color in an area where everything pretty much is brown, I decided to sow a little with a nod to Edwin Teale.

For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together. For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad.

Next to the glorious colors of Fall that I miss so much from back home, I love the colors of Spring, especially when the daffodils and tulips break through the frozen ground amongst the melting snow with their blooms. I can’t wait to see the colors that these will bring come next Spring here around the Big Top.

This week’s Focus 52 prompt is Autumn Color.

this week on the iPhone

I may not take as many pictures with my Canon as I used toand I should be taking more…still I manage to take pictures because there is always my iPhone close at hand and Instagram.

She really is a pretty little thing and not nearly as bendy as the haters say that she is.

Rain finally came to to the Valley and I did ask my darling husband if he would rather take the car into work in the Bay Area rather than the bike because I could easily get up at o’dark thirty to take Jodie to work and then go home to sleep until it was time to take Daniel to school. No big deal. Jodie would have a triple latte ready for me when it was time to pick her up.

No was his answer.

He got soaked.

Oh well!

The morning after the rain is the best when everything is so fresh and clean…except the mom-car.

Oh, and sunrises as I leave work in the early morning are the best because, yes, I worked! I worked callback which is even better!!

The sunrise view in my mirror reminds me that my day is done…as soon as I drop my son off to school.

This son, my favorite son, who every day, all the time reminds me how lucky I am to say that I am his mom!

But LITERALLY the most exciting thing happening under the Big Top this week was these salt and pepper grinders.

Really!

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spontaneous moments like these

I have become very bad about capturing life under The Big Top with my camera. I still carry my camera with me practically everywhere I go but more often than not I’m just holding it, or worse, it is sitting in my bag. I was thinking that as I looked at this shot that has been living in my camera for a few days now.

And after berating myself for not taking pictures like I used to, I found myself smiling just a little bit because I DID CAPTURE THIS MOMENT…THIS MOMENT OF AWESOME BETWEEN A DADDY AND A DAUGHTER!!!

If I ever find myself doubting whether or not my children realize just how lucky they are that this man is their Daddy, I just have to look to spontaneous moments like this.

They know!

 

 

I’ve got 99 problems

…but the drive home ain’t one of them!

We are home, after an 11 hour drive, home from Vegas. According to navigation, it should have been an 8+ hour drive…you know, without traffic, road work, potty training 2 year olds and distractions like that.

We made a few stops.

Stopping in Jean, Nevada, we discovered where old slot machines go to die. They comp gas but they don’t sell Dramamine…for your information. Goldfish crackers, plenty of water, perhaps a little bit of antihistamines and frequent stops along the way helped deal with that motion sickness problem. Frequent stops including a stop at the Phillip S. Raines Rest Stop near Tulare. When I learned last year that my photograph was part of the display at this rest stop, I knew that I had to stop there and see it for myself in all of it’s glory.

There it is!

Courtesy of me!

Yeah, I’m kind of nerdy in my excitement over seeing my work on display at a rest stop on CA99 just south of Tulare, California.

So glad we stopped.