time alone


Just thinking...
My pictures hold all my words.
...

yesterday







UCLA Football



Worn out, I went to lay down next to our cat on our bed... move over kitty!

Sitting in a bookstore


Sitting at a table near three elders. They are talking about the times when they would sit in front of the TV store on Main Street and watch the world series through the window. They also spoke of taking bread, Bologna and cheese to the lake to go fishing. Popcorn, apples and home made fudge while listening to the radio. Jack Benny? They spoke of this time as the next gilded age. Talking about how everyone is hooked on computers, laptops and smart phones. Yet they are just as hip as the younger generation. Earlier that talked about how they no longer have a long distance service provider because they use their cell phone. They went on to talk about costumes... one saw a family dresses up as Lucille Ball and Desi Arnez. She described the outfit in detail. The "chunky" high heels, dainty cardigan, and long eye lashes. I love listening to stories. I know I'm eves dropping, but they were so intriguing, as they sipped on their coffee and reminisced over the past and discussed the present. However, not once did the conversation ever go to the future. Then, the gentleman got up to look for a book on diabetes. Delightful, that's how one of the ladies described this experience. They all know each other from church. I wish my grandma's had friends like these. People to hang with, that remember the good 'ol days and are living life in the now. They went on to talk about how they love bookstores, but it's hard to find a good book. So here I am. Sitting and typing, while my husband looks for books. I sit sipping on my coffee, typing and wondering if any of it matters, or will I be sitting in the bookstore talking about the good ol days of WiFi, mini computers and watching things on Hulu.

Life, Dia de los Muertos and our yard

Beauty of whatever kind, in it's supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
- Poe













LAst two weeks in October

Last one to turn 30

Went to a surprise Birthday Party for a co-worker. The best part was that he did not have a clue. It was a full on surprise. Friday after work, wished him a happy 30 and I would see him on Monday. That night my husband and I, co-workers and his friends and family parked on an adjoining street, hid out in his house and surprise. Life is good. My hubby was great. I love watching him be the social butterfly that he is.

On the road... I need some Chicana time soon...

sometimes I just want to drive.
A ice chest, snacks...
drive by and pick up my husband...
and drive

rive away, drive to a place where we can reinvent ourselves
a place where all is forgotten and new
jeans and hiking boots
gloves and scarfs
my cameras and sunglasses
I want to taste the wind, capture the light and hear life sing the soft song after a cool rain on her skin.



The world around us has changed. Think of it as a mandala. My husband and I are in the middle and all around there is shifting. It's hard because we have watched the shifts and kind of just took the batten down the hatches approach. We can not change what is in a natural motion of life for others, we can only be there for them. My cousin just went off for a second round ... air force. My other cousins came down for a dinner that I did not attend. Something told me not to. An aunt celebrated a 60th... not invited. I can't bring myself to take a painting my tia did to work... I brought it home after her death. I sits on an easel over my desk here at home. I can't take it in fear of crying. Dia de los Muertos is coming up.... no friends to help decorate... all have "things" in their lives. I'm a little frustrated.

Work .... work.... it's going great. We are being used as a flagship for an expansion of the company. I have 40 people "dropping" in next week... to see little 'ol me and my crew. Amazing.

so as always... here are some pictures, because in a time of isolation, frustration or loss... my clouds.

I can't wait to be my husband's date this Friday... I'm going to cha cha it up.