2 months ago
I sit here, with my window open listening to La Sonora Ponceña and Pio Levia on Pandora while sipping on coffee sweetened with Azucar brand sugar. It just rained. The ground is moist the clouds are real, not packs of smoke filled pillows masquerading around as clouds. It only rained for half an hour, but that was the best half hour. Everything seems to have been showered down. I was kidding around with my mom and said that our cars have been washed clean... with acid rain. My husband and I did some yard work in the back and I finished my bottle cap shelf. I'm about to make some more Pan Muerto and Sugar Skulls for a Skull Decorating party. It's our second annual. I have enjoyed this weekend. On Wednesday our company informed us that we were going to close down for two days due the the fires. Many our our "heads" live near the burn area and were going to be out anyways. In addition the air quality was horrendous. I went out to lunch with my mom on Thursday. She teaches first grade and had the day off due to schools closing down. I filled my time with with crafts, spending time with my husband and with prepping for Dia de los Muertos.
The skies were like this all week. Today was the first day it looked "normal", however the smell of the first rain mixed with ash and burn are not the most pleasant.
I was given this self by my grandmother. She said to take it, paint it and then bring her over to see it. She is totally into trash to treasure.
I repainted it with paint left over from summer when I painted the ceiling and one wall in the living room. It's a faint blue. 
We have been collecting bottle caps for the past year. I purchased some resin and printed out my favorite prints from the Internet. I mixed, poured and sealed the caps. Some came out better then others. 
I think next time I will print out on photo paper so that the background will stay rather then wash out.
Here is the final product.
I think next time I will print out on photo paper so that the background will stay rather then wash out. Here is the final product.With salt and pepper shakers.
I made royal icing for the skulls. A practice run before the party. In addition I was able to do the skulls for my alter before the party.
My husband's abstract skulls
Great Grandma, Grandpa, Tio, Step Grandpa and Esparanza.
It's almost done. All I need to do is add the photos, coffee and food.
Oh and we need to bless it with White sage.
Santa Ana
"California on Fire" the current tag line on KFI am 640, a local talk station.
It is so often it's almost normal.
A dear friend of mine is very worried. Her family has been evacuated in San Diego. My prayers are with her and them.
The photo below was taken this evening.
"Los Angeles Is Burning"
Bad Religion
Somewhere high in the desert near a curtain of a blue
St. Anne's skirts are billowing
But down here in the city of the lime lights
The fans of Santa Ana are withering
And you can’t deny that living is easy
If you never look behind the scenery
It's showtime for dry climes
And bedlam is dreaming of rain
When the hills of Los Angeles are burning
Palm trees are candles in the murder wind
So many lives are on the breeze
Even the stars are ill at ease
And Los Angeles is burning
This is not a test
Of the emergency broadcast system
Where Malibu fires and radio towers
Where Malibu fires and radio towers
Conspire to dance again
And I cannot believe the media Mecca
They're only trying to peddle reality,
Catch it on prime time, story at nine
The whole world is going insane
The whole world is going insane
When the hills of Los Angeles are burning
Palm trees are candles in the murder wind
Palm trees are candles in the murder wind
So many lives are on the breeze
Even the stars are ill at ease
And Los Angeles is burning
A placard reads
A placard reads
"the end of days"
Jacaranda boughs are bending in the haze
Jacaranda boughs are bending in the haze
More a question than a curse
How could hell be any worse?
The flames are stunning
The cameras running
So take warning
When the hills of Los Angeles are burnin
When the hills of Los Angeles are burnin
Palm trees are candles in the murder wind
So many lives are on the breeze
Even the stars are ill at ease
Even the stars are ill at ease
Sunday Night
I decided to do one more thing before bed on Sunday night. I made Pan Muerto. It has been so darn windy I had no desire to go outside.
Before the orange glaze (OJ and sugar with a little orange zest)
After the glaze and sugar
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