because life is

Not much happening here on the old blog because life. Life is happening. Life is good. Life is not bad, but sometimes just meh. Life is busy and hot and exhausting because it’s summer and in between the everyday obligations that is being a grownup, a parent, a grandparent, someone whom others seem to need almost all the time, life is happening and at the end of the day I am not much into writing down what’s up with life under The Big Top. Besides right now it is ass hot.

Don’t worry. Life is mostly good, juicy and sweet right now – just like this bowl of cherries.

Life is just a bowl of cherries, it’s mysterious. Life is just a bowl of cherries, so live and laugh and laugh at love, love a laugh, laugh and love.

~ Bob Fosse

40 degrees of separation

Today’s high in my neck of the woods was 106° – day 4 of 100+ temps here in the Central Valley of California. Projected forecasts promise at least six more days of the same and higher. Yes, it’s a dry heat. This week. It’s also a furnace blast of heat into your lungs kind of heat. And a turn the Big Top into a dark cave to keep the house temperature down kind of heat. And a where are all my friends with pools kind of heat. Normal here in our neck of the woods. Still, it is miserable; and we do what we must to get through our own personal kind of Hell here in the Central Valley.

Hurray for microclimates because while the Central Valley was boasting triple digits, it was 20 degrees cooler driving over the Pacheco Pass and 40 degrees cooler in Monterey.

40 degrees and we are not mad. Not. At. All.

We’re good, today.

And how was your Monday?

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.

just me using my time given to me

There is much I could write about right now and share with you but I am distracted by the snot that has impacted my sinus cavities in the epic way that only a summer cold can and I am distracted by the cold meds…and the dreams that the cold meds seem to inspire. But most of all, I am distracted by how good Level 7 looks on me.

Seriously, y’all.

Of course virtual animation does add about 10 pounds on you.

Heh.

I am also a little distracted, and excited, about the wild Pikachu Hazel helped her Mima capture while we were walking around The Big Top neighborhood park just around the corner.

The Pikachu that I might have been searching for in vain the last couple of days…in my spare time of course because waste my time on PokemomGo?!…Seriously, life is using time given to you. You can not recall lost time. Don’t forget that.

You’re welcome for that heartwarming quote from Pokemon Games!

She is totally a Pikachu lure which just might be one of the many reasons why she is spending the night here under The Big Top. I’m hoping she can lure Squirtle too.

Stay tuned…

 

 

 

my heart in San Francisco

Literally.

He might have been super annoyed with me this morning, as only a fourteen year old boy can be with his mother, when I insisted the tank top, shorts and flip flops would not work at all for a walkabout adventure in San Francisco because it’s July. Seems the boy has never heard of Mark Twain so telling him about the coldest winter spent was a summer in San Francisco would likely not be something he has ever heard. Yes, making a note to add some of Mark Twain’s works to this boy’s reading list. Book 4 of Frank Einstein’s adventures will have to wait.

Meanwhile, yes, he was irritated that I insisted he add some layers. But he was glad for it later on and told me so while we walked hand in hand, fingers laced, around the Embarcadero and beyond.

My heart!

In San Francisco!

It was a perfect day to wander around and explore with no real plan other than just seek adventure where ever we might be. Daniel agreed. But if pressed for the best moment of today he would tell you it was this.

I didn’t leave my heart in San Francisco but I am quite certain that he will be back.

Soon.