time

Nothing remarkably profound to say or do or share here except to say how thankful I am for time – time to spend making silly faces, whispering our best secrets and making the best pillow forts together on the floor under The Big Top with this girl who, like her mother, like her sister is growing up much too fast.

Slow down, please.

Stop!

Please!

I realize how fruitless my imploring is; but look at her! Can you blame me?

I want more.

I need more.

Time – please.

porch season

April and, perhaps, May can be a bit deranged here in the Central Valley. One day is blue skies and warm, gentle breezes followed by a week of howling winds, rain, hail and the occasional funnel cloud to fret over commenting this is not tornado country! Still, the end of April and May, after a long, wet winter that ends years of drought, is the perfect time to get out and clean up our room outside because wind, rain or shine, it’s porch season.

And fire pit season.

Roasting marshmallows season.

Chubby bunnies and sugar high making all the memories kind of season.

Relaxing in the evening, sipping wine kind of season

Porches are America’s lost rooms

~ Barbara Grizzuti Harrison

pause for a moment of science

In the words of our California District 10 Representative today:

Here in the Central Valley we’re blessed with an abundance of the Earth’s natural resources.

Jeff Denham is right. It’s one of the many things that make the Central Valley, California unique and special. And, in spite of Mr. Denham’s voting record to date, perhaps why he reluctantly agreed that climate change is real facing many of his constituents in that town hall earlier this week. We shall see if he votes his words later this week as he returns back to Washington, to vote on, among other things, HR 861.

We’ll be here back home in CA District 10 watching. Count on it!

Meanwhile…

And we did...hundreds of us in Victory Park in Stockton. We gathered and joined hands round the perimeter of the park in solidarity as a critical mass because we value science and all that it does for us, all that it means to us.

Hundreds clasping hands together and joining millions all over the world for Science and to remember that no science is immune the infection of politics and the corruption of power (Jacob Bronowski).

But now,” says the Once-ler, “now that you’re here, the word of the Lorax seems perfectly clear. UNLESS someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It’s not.
― Dr. Seuss, The Lorax

unicorn dos and don’ts

Unicorns are in the news this week in a very big, almost sickening sweet kind of way. Please don’t ask baristas like my darling daughter how they really feel about that flavor changing, color changing, totally not made up Unicorn Frappuccino because they just might tell you. I would add too that you and I don’t need to chide them either reminding them that they should just be thankful that they have a job making our frappuccinos because frankly, every barista I have known…or have given birth to – times three…is actually mostly thankful making lovely caffeinated and sugary concoctions and greeting all who pass through – whether those whom they serve return the greetings or not. But, like you, like me, like pretty much every single human on the planet who has a job, some days the job just sucks and in order to convince ourselves to come back the next day to do it all over again, a person just has to vent…a little…a lot. If you have never, ever, ever hated your job and complained even just a teensy, tinsy little bit, well then I guess you get to be the unicorn who can tell a barista to shut up, be thankful and make that frappuccino now, dammit. But yeah, the Unicorn Frappuccino seems to be a big thing and just might be the most basic thing too.

I might be right.

Meanwhile, unicorns, that are the gingers, the 2% of this world, are not cannibals so we shall stick to our strawberries and cream, caramel cream and cold brews as we do.

After all, we need to be properly fueled for our unicorn-y, Spring Break-y, Mima and grand girls adventures.

Choosing THE song of the Summer because, sure it’s only April but, Summer is coming. Get ready. We told you here…today.

And creating,

as unicorns do.

Has it really been TEN years since I was last coloring and creating at Color Me Mine, now, in it’s new location known as Pottery Magic Modesto?

Oh my goodness! It has! It has been ten years. But honestly, I don’t have the time to think about that.

It’s time to pick up Uncle Daniel and yeah, we might be unicorns, but we just might be a little bit basic too, as we are taking selfies in the school pickup line.

Okay, one more because my grand girls asked me to.