Sunday, September 30, 2007


Jamie: (showering) "Jay, can you get me a washcloth"?

Jay: "OK...(hands it to her). See, aren't you glad we're married, because now I can hand you washcloths"?

Jamie: (giggles)

Friday, September 28, 2007

A healthy weekend

Shari at the end of our hike

Brunch at Alice's Restaurant

Baking banana bread with Clare and Rayleen

Now that a new weekend is nearly upon us, I am hoping it can be as healthy as last weekend. And by healthy, I don't mean I ate lots of salad. I got out deep in the woods of Woodside and I finally learned how to make banana bread.
Saturday found Jay and I along for an adventure with Shari and Chad, to do a 2-hr hike at Djerassi. Art and the woods, a beautiful combination. It was raining and the air felt so good and smelled so delicious. I ate it up like a Pac-Man along the trail.

The mission of the Djerassi Resident Artists Program is to support and enhance the creativity of artists by providing uninterrupted time for work, reflection, and collegial interaction in a setting of great natural beauty, and to preserve the land on which the Program is situated.

We ended our morning with comfort food at Alice's Restaurant, a wonderful little place named after the Arlo Guthrie tune.

On Sunday morning I made my way to the home of a master baker. Clare taught me her favorite banana bread recipe...after we chatted over a proper cup of English tea, of course. Now I'm a real woman. Thanks Clare.

May you all have a healthy weekend, whatever that means for your soul.

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

A week in yearbooks - 5th grade

This is the year we moved from Michigan to Louisiana in the middle of 5th grade. My friend mailed my yearbook page to me. I remember being very innocent then. Our school in Michigan had just gotten computers and I was just beginning to learn how to use them. Moving to Louisiana was like night and day. Everyone called me a yankee and thought it was funny that I said "you guys" instead of "y'all". I caught on eventually. On my first day of school in Louisiana, my teacher asked me a simple yes or no question to which I responded, "Yes". With a stern voice she said to me, "Yes what"? Surprised and all eyes on me, I said "Yes" once more. She explained, "You say, 'yes m'am' or 'no m'am', do you understand"? "Yes, m'am". My english teacher, Mrs. Moore, told our class that "musk and sweat don't mix, so please boys and girls, don't wear perfume, wear deodorant". She also told us that our school had been desegregated only 10 years earlier. The kids at this school seemed a lot meaner and rowdier and bigger than the school I had come from. "Reunited" by Peaches & Herb was a popular song, and I remember a cute boy and girl in my class broke up and got back together and this was their theme song. This year was the first time in my life a couple of people called me a snob, and it was because I had just moved away from a place I loved for 4 years where my 3 best girlfriends lived across the street, and I was shy. I adapted but I feel I wasn't quite as innocent anymore. Maybe that happens at age 10 and 11 anyway. It wasn't like I started smoking cigarettes but something shifted, where I had to toughen up a bit. I guess these things simply assist you in playing that old game called Life.

The grass is greener but just as hard to mow...

The John Butler Trio

This young man is from Australia, as you'll hear in his voice. He has a wonderful song that seeped into my heart and soul today. The drummer's necklace - Isn't that similar to the special necklace the little girl wore in Whale Rider? The one that she dove into the water to find, and her grandfather gave it to her once he finally conceded she was the chosen one...

Better Than

All you want is
What you can’t have
And if you just look around man
You see you got magic
So just sit back relax
Enjoy it while you still have it
Don’t look back on life man and only see tragic

Because you could be better than that
Don't let it get the better of you
What could be better than now
Life’s not about what’s better than
You can be better than that
Don't let it get the better of you
What could be better than now
Life’s not about what’s better

All the time while you’re looking away
There are things you can do man
There’s things you can say
To the the ones you’re with
With whom you’re spending your day
Get your gaze off tomorrow
And let come what may

All I know is sometimes things can be hard
But you should know by now
They come and they go
So why, oh why
Do I look to the other side
'Cos I know the grass is greener but
Just as hard to mow

Life’s not about what’s better than.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

A week in yearbooks - 8th grade

Madisonville Jr. High. 8th grade. I dug through my box of notes to find this:

My darling little flower bud! You know what I LOVE YOU!
Well aren't you proud of me, I wrote you a letter? Well how have you been?
Guess what I just got 25 cents from a rub check, aren't you happy for me?
Guess what else, you just sat down from reading your "part".
Goodie Goo Good my darling!
Mr. Pulling is pointing to his map.
We're going to have fun tonite. I hope me and David don't get in another fight.
Well I better give you this short little note.
Your Best Friend,
Chanda Pennington

P.S. I didn't draw that picture in my math notebook. I was just kidding you.

Thursday, September 06, 2007

A week in yearbooks - 6th grade

Madisonville Jr. High. 6th grade. Second year of living in Louisiana. Had crushes on Grant Howard and Brooke Lagarde. Chanda Pennington was my best friend. Sometimes enemies with Ida Wager and Gina Gitz. David Windom bought me candy at the Piggly Wiggly after school. Shane Olson was sweet on me and couldn't celebrate birthdays due to his religion. Michelle Nicholas and Trina Collins were spitfires. I rode the bus with Tommy Roe, Caren Parrish, Grant & Brooke. Scott Short was very well spoken and had a patch of white in his hair. Eugene Wager stuck a No. 2 pencil in my arm and the tip of the lead is still there and visible. Ida Wager was the first girl I knew to go to 2nd base. Caren Parrish was the first person to have shown me a Playboy magazine. Dexter Talley and Grant Howard went through a phase where they stole candy from the Piggly Wiggly and stuffed them in their tube socks. Imogene Davenport's father used to show up to her basketball games drunk, yelling and stepping over the line of the court. Later that year, Brooke Lagarde got mad at me and used Imogene as his bully. He had her break my glass-tubed roller-ball peppermint lipgloss. I tripped him in the cafeteria for revenge.

A strangely beautiful glow

This morning's sun is casting a strangely beautiful glow. Something looks different about it. Has anyone else noticed?