Showing posts with label having fun. Show all posts
Showing posts with label having fun. Show all posts

Friday, October 14, 2016

Friday's Hunt v2.16


This week's prompts are:  1) Starts with P   2) Week's favorite   3) Whole

My knees have been a hindrance this week, which means I haven't taken any photos. So I've chosen a photo I took a few weeks ago when the Husband and I celebrated our 20th wedding anniversary. Our present to each other was a soaring adventure! We each experienced a whole ride to ourselves in the glider plane.  It was a spectacular ride lasting about 35 or so minutes.

In case it's not clear, P is for plane — the towing plane (the one at the bottom in the photo) and glider plane.  Heading into the sky is the Husband.

It was a whole lot of fun!  Wheeeeeeeeeee!

Friday's Hunt is a weekly meme hosted by Teresa of Eden Hills. Click here to check out other participants. Or, to join the fun.



Saturday, September 3, 2016

Friday's Hunt v2.10


The cues for this week are: 1) Starts with J   2) Week's Favorite   3) Surprise

J is for jaunt, which is what the Husband and I took last Saturday. We went over hills and down dales, around curves and straightways, and along creeks and through forests. Our goal was to purchase tomatoes at the u-pick-your-own organic farm in Santa Cruz County.

It took longer to get there than to pick the nearly 50 pounds of tomatoes, of which most are now in the freezer waiting their turn to be part of some delicious recipe in the winter and spring. I simply wash the tomatoes, let them dry, pack them in bags, and freeze them. When it's time to use them, I put them straight in the pot to melt into the other ingredients. No fuss, no muss.

That said, you would think my favorite photo this week would be of the tomatoes, the tomato fields, or the Husband frolicking through the fields picking tomatoes. Nope. I was to busy plucking the juicy fruit myself to think of clicking away.

My favorite photo this week was of the surprise we met when we decided to take the long way to the little store that makes some of the best smoked sausages we've ever eaten. Somewhere after the farm, we turned a couple of corners and voila! Young redwood trees said hello to us. For several miles, the Husband and I drove through a forest of redwood trees. We had no idea.

I love jaunts like that one last Saturday. We're off again in an hour or so. What surprises shall we meet today?


Friday's Hunt is a weekly meme hosted by Teresa at Eden Hills. To check out other participants, please click here. If you'd like to join, you can until Sunday evening.

Sunday, August 21, 2016

The Season of Plenty


The other day, the Husband and I drove around Pajaro Valley in Santa Cruz County (next door to our county) just because we felt like it. The fertile Pajaro Valley has fields full of strawberries, cages full of raspberries and blackberries, and still a few orchards full of apples.

We stopped at Gizdich Ranch, which is well-known for its apple juice and homemade apple and berry pies. You can also pick your own apples and various types of berries, if you want.  Our mission. My mission (the Husband was a captive audience) was to purchase hollyhock seeds. Unfortunately none were to be had yet. But, we did come away with four cobs of corn for a dollar and a look at a bunch of fancy buggy-looking Bugatti's that one of the guys said were each worth $2 million+.

The Bugatti guys (5 or 6 of them) caused a traffic jam at the ranch. Not because they couldn't find parking spots, from what I saw, but because the drivers and passengers stood in the path of us, drivers, trying to find parking. I almost didn't want to stop. If the Bugatti people were this arrogantly ignorant about they being in the way, what would they be like in the gift shop and restaurant. Fortunately, the drivers hung around their cars, while their passengers disappeared into the antique store.

I'm glad I sucked in my temper, otherwise I wouldn't have seen the display of Gizdich's biggest and tiniest apples. We'll stop by Gizdich again for hollyhock seeds and maybe one of their pies.


Time to link up with Seasons, a weekly meme hosted by Jeanette at Artworks from Jeshstg. Click here to check other participants and possibly link up as well.


Wednesday, August 3, 2016

The Deranged Husband


 Snort. Hahahahaha. I doubt that I'll ever not laugh when I look at this photo.

Two years ago, the Husband and I were doing a self-guided greenhouse tour. I'd barely parked the car and turned off the engine when the Husband jumped out, saying, "Take a photo of me."

"Be sure to get the sign," he said. 

Hahahahahahaha. 

The Husband let me enter the photo in the humor photo category at our county fair that year.  My caption was: "Deranged—Upon arriving at yet another tour, the husband became deranged." 

Yup. I won a blue ribbon for it. My first ever. 

I love the Husband!


Time to hook up with  ABC Wednesday. Today is all about the letter D. Click here to join in and/or to read what other bloggers from around the world are posting today. 



Monday, May 16, 2016

It's Pedaling Season


Riding Tilda-Hilda gives me the opportunity to think. Riding her also lets me not think, if that's what I need at the moment. Thank goodness that I have Tilda-Hilda. She has been with me for almost 13 years. By golly,  gee, she's the oldest bicycle I've ever owned.

As some of you know, I signed up for the National Bike Challenge to keep me motivated to take Tilda-Hilda out of the garage. The challenge runs from May to September. Its goal is to sign up 100,000 riders who all together will pedal 75 million miles by the end of the challenge. As of the 15th day, 32,181 riders have signed up and we have pedaled 2,322,172 miles. Tilda-Hilda and I have gone out six of the 15 days thus far, pedaling 48.3 miles. Whooo-hooo!

The past two weeks, the mornings have started in fog so Tilda-Hilda and I haven't gone out as much. The fog lifted by mid-morning today, so, weather may be changing. We shall see.

I'm linking up with Seasons, a weekly meme hosted by Jeanette of St Germain's Blog. Click here to join along and/or check out the other participants.



Thursday, March 3, 2016

Smiling Cows in the Air


Last month, while I had Gone Reading, I came across the drawing I made in first grade that started me on my path of fear of drawing, painting, and doing anything in the fine arts.

"Make the calves touch the ground," wrote First Grade Teacher. She even drew an example of a calf on the ground on my drawing. Sigh.

Many moons later, I realize that First Grade Teacher was merely doing her job to make sure I knew that cows belonged on the ground and not in air. Teacher did give me an A for the assignment after all. But, it would've been nice if she had also written something like "You have a wonderful imagination, Susie." Or, "The cows look happy in the air. How would they look standing on the ground?"

If only.

Three or four years ago, I began to embrace art. To simply draw, paint, make collages, and whatever I feel like trying. The more I do, the less time I stay in a frozen-in-fear mode at the start of a project.

Better late than never, right?

I love my first grade drawing. Today, I noticed that the cows are smiling. Giggle. 

I'm linking up with Warm Heart Wednesday and Creative Every Day. I hope you check out some of the other participants at both memes.







Tuesday, March 1, 2016

Tilda-Hilda, Day 3 in 2016


Let's see. The last time time Tilda-Hilda and I went out for a ride was the first week in January.

Yup. Pedaling was crazy tough. Puff. Puff.  Incline or flat land. Tough.

It felt mighty good though. Big smiles.

I don't know when our next ride will be because I need to do some garden stuff over the next few days. Then this weekend is supposed to start the first of several days of rain. Yaaay for the rain! We need a lot of rain. It would be fun to rid in a light rain.



The Dog and the Red Ball



The dog looked so happy fetching a red ball.  Its owner looked quite happy, too, throwing the red ball and getting it back.

Ruff ruff!


Check out what's going on in other parts of the world at Our World Tuesday

 

Friday, January 15, 2016

Work in Progress


Some of you may recall that last month I bought an empty burlap sack, which once held coffee beans, at my favorite cafe. The sack hasn't moved from where I draped it when I took the photo of it last month. It questions me every day: So, what am I here for?

Yesterday morning, as I was picking leaves off the lawn, I thought how exceptionally pretty they are. Bingo! So, I collected a few and brought them indoors to dry. By afternoon, they were in the office. Ah-ha! Within minutes, I attached a few of them to the canvas. Hmmmm.

I looked down at the floor and saw the box that held stuff I used for a floral arrangement for last year's county fair. Hellllllllloooo! called some blue dried flowers. They went up on the sack.

Then all went quiet.

To be continued.

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I'm linking up with the weekly meme, What Happened in Your Surroundings or in Your Mind This Week?, which is hosted by Pippa Koenig. To join in and/or to check out the other participants, click here.


Friday, December 18, 2015

Tools for Fun


 Gosh, it's been one busy week. I apologize to the blog hops and memes that I hooked up with this week. I'm very late about visiting other bloggers, as well as responding here on The View from the Top of the Ladder. That's my plan tomorrow. 

Among the things the Husband and I did today was a stop at the art supplies store so I could spend my birthday money. I purchased a lot of cool stuff for the Husband and me to have fun with—suede boards, colored pencils, colored pens, drawing pad, Mod Podge, fabric glue, air-dry clay, and oven-bake clay.  Whooo-hooo! It's great being 62-years-old.

Sunday, December 13, 2015

Day 83 with Tilda-Hilda: A Birthday Ride


My day 83 ride with Tilda-Hilda was yesterday. It was my birthday ride, from our house to my favorite coffee shop just over 13 miles away. Whoo-hoo!

Starting off!

We've done longer rides, but this is the first time I've ever pedaled Tilda-Hilda to San Juan Bautista, which I've been wanting to do for three years. I was hoping to accomplish my goal this past August, but my knees got all whiny and worrisome. For about four months, we mostly pedaled around our neighborhood and it wasn't until the end of November that I ventured out and about. Although I only worked up to a few miles per trip, I decided last week to simply do this ride on my birthday, if the weather is good (no rain nor thick fog) and my knees are in good order.

Looking back from whence we came: The highway we crossed at the end of the field.

I admit I was a bit scared leading to yesterday, although I have often driven the path I would be taking. I would be crossing a highway, which worried me even though there are traffic lights at the intersection. And, I'd be zig-zagging through San Juan valley, which can sometimes feel like it takes forever to cross by car.

An organic apple orchard

The Husband was worried, too. I heard it in his voice, even though he didn't say anything. I'm glad he didn't. No doubt, he probably had the same "What if's" going through his head. What if I got a flat tire? What if an idiot driver didn't see me? What if there's no reception for the cell phone? What if I hurt myself?. . . .

My last stop: This is where I called the Husband to let him know
I've only a few miles left to go.

Yesterday was beautiful morning for a ride. Bright and sunny. A bit on the chilly side, which I didn't realize until I was drinking my delicious mocha java. My feet were cold for a long while afterwards.

Cattle greeted me, as I passed them by in their fields. Mooo. So, did horses. Neighhhhh. Birds, too. Chirrppp. I did surprise a few birds off their perches along the road. Sorry.  And, drivers waved to me as I pedaled through the valley. Sweet.

Here we are! At Vertigo Coffee. Safe and sound.

It was a great ride and easier than I thought. Tilda-Hilda and I pedaled 13.28 miles in 77 minutes, not including the times we stopped so I could take photos. Pretty good for a new 62-year-old woman.

My birthday mocha java. Yummmm.

And, next time, I'll pedal back home. Maybe.  The Husband drove over to fetch Tilda-Hilda and me. Isn't he a very nice guy?

Going home.

Update: Blogger Petra-Pippa Koenig of Germany kindly invited me to join her linky party that she hosts on her blog, What Happened in Your Surrounding or Your Mind This Week? (That's an English translation.) Click here to check out the participants. Thanks, Pippa!

If I remember, I shall also link up with Warm Heart Wednesday, hosted by Jenny Matlock. Until then.

 

Tuesday, December 1, 2015

Day 82 with Tilda-Hilda


"I'd like to be under the sea in an octopus's garden in the shade.  . ."

That Beatles' song was looping in my head as Tilda-Hilda and I pedaled up and down hills this morning. Over 8.5 miles in 53 minutes! Perfect song for the ride.

Today, I'm hooking up with two cool memes. Click on the links to check out other bloggers. One meme is Our World Tuesday. The other is Creative Every Day.

See you tomorrow with Jane Austen, Action Doll.

Sunday, November 8, 2015

Day 77 with Tilda-Hilda


This morning I took Tilda-Hilda out on a spin because I wanted to get some early morning photos that I might use for my other blog, Take 25 to Hollister. I caught a scene that I liked, which is here.

Tilda-Hilda and I pedaled through some of Hollister's original residential neighborhood and then out towards new development. All in all, we traveled about five miles.  It felt wonderful being out in the crispy Autumn morning.

By the way, Tilda-Hilda is posing in front of the high school where I went. San Benito High School. Haybalers, aka Balers, are us!


Monday, October 26, 2015

Fun!


The last several days have been wonderful for the Husband and me. Yup.  Lots of activity—walking, talking, being with great friends, talking, enjoying relatives, talking, eating yummy food, talking, discovering new places, talking, meeting new people, talking, seeing a high school play, laughing, talking, and much, much more. I'm pooped.


Monday, October 19, 2015

Painting Olive Branches


Friends Jenn and Moose and the Husband and I took part in a paint party at the San Benito Olive Festival last Saturday. Altogether, there were 18 participants. Hmmm, I think the Husband and Moose were the only guys. What's up with that? Is getting guys to paint the same as getting them out on the dance floor? The Husband and Moose have no problem shaking their booties.  We did a lot of that at the festival, too.

Our teacher-host was Artist/Sculptor Paul Loughridge. His robot and metal sculptures are especially trĂ©s cool. Check some of them out at his website.  Okay, back to the paint party. Being that it was at an olive festival, Paul guided us through a painting of olive branches.

Having not painted since grammar school, I was hesitant about whether I could recreate his painting. Several other participants articulated how I felt. He reassured us. We were not to worry. We would be creating our own original paintings. And, so we began. He told us which brush to use, what colors to blend, and so forth and so on.

We were the afternoon session and I'm happy to say we were a handful. We gave him a hard time in a delightful way. We vied for his attention. "Teacher! Teacher!" We glowed when he gave us positive feedback.  And, yes, when it was all done, we each had a unique painting. 


By the way, my olives are in the shape of hearts.


Sunday, October 11, 2015

Your Grandparents' Music


"And that's how our generation does it!" exclaimed one of the rocking band members, who was in his early to mid-60s.

"Whoooo-hoooo!" shouted the Husband and I, clapping wildly on the dance floor. We'd been dancing our hearts, souls, and bodies out for the past three hours to soul, funk, and good old rock 'n roll. That last dance—Johhny B. Goode. Whooo-hooo!

Most of the evening, we shared the dance floor with a few other old fogeys and one younger couple who had sweet technical dance moves. During the last hour, young men and women of the reunion Class of 2005 streamed into the lounge. But, it was not until the last two songs that they had enough liquid courage to get out on the dance floor, and finally get into the music of their grandparents generation. 

What a fun night! The band even dedicated a song to me—Cinnamon Girl. First time, ever. 

Thursday, October 8, 2015

Up in the Sky

My Alphabe Thursday theme: Places I've Been

Look up in the sky. Is it a plane? Is it a bird? No. It's Su-sieee! Mac.

Nine years ago, I fell through the sky with my fellow Jumping Beans Jeanette, Jennifer, and Charlie. That was our big thing to mark being in our 50s.

Yes, yes, I know. I've mentioned my jump before in other posts.  But, I haven't ever described being up in the sky, free-falling, and then floating downward. It only took nine years to write about it.

Jennifer, Jeanette, Su-sieee! Mac, and Charlie
photo courtesy of Lisa Q.


We, jumping beans, waited four hours one Sunday afternoon to board a small plane, get attached to a professional skydiver, be dropped off at a certain point in the sky, and fall, then float, within minutes to the drop zone. Interestingly, none of our significant others wanted to experience it all with us.

Charlie and I opted to fall from the highest altitude—18,000 feet.  Gulp. I just came back from figuring how high that is—about 3.4 miles. Wowza (said in a little voice).


What do I still remember about being up there?

I was grinning like a crazy person on the plane ride. We reached a certain altitude and out came the oxygen masks. I felt fine without it, but still put it on. The view of the top of the Diablo Range was spectacular. I wondered if I was looking into a caldera at one point.

I sat on my instructor's (aka the professional skydiver) lap in order for him to attach him to me. I outweighed him by at least 30 pounds. I felt bad that I may have been crushing him. When it was time to jump, he and I inched our way to the door, me in front of him. The videographer jumped first. I hesitated at the door. The instructor pushed me, and voila I was yelling and "flying" away from the plane.

Supposedly I arched my back, and my legs bent back between the instructor's legs. He stretched my arms out in, I guess, a standard position. He motioned for me to yell, which I still don't understand why. The videographer flew up to us and motioned for me to look up at him and the camera.  I was more interested in looking around. I could see all the way to the Monterey Bay.


Think of all the superlatives you can and that's what it was like to be up in the sky.

It was very noisy up there. I suppose it was the sound of our bodies, clothing, and skin flapping about. I can almost approximate the sound when I lean my head out the car window when the Husband is driving at a good clip.

The deployment of the parachute was kind of jarring. It opened and we jerked up in the air. Then, we began a smooth, quiet descent. The instructor zig-zagged us downward over the golden hills of San Benito County. I became a chatterbox. The Husband said he could hear me from way below.


The drop zone was the field across from the small church where I was baptized as a baby. As we approached the drop zone, I held my legs straight out. Bump! I was down on the ground. And, then came the hardest part—getting up.

Soon after that day, I fantasized about being a very old lady shuffling to the plane every morning for my daily jump.

You never know.


It's the letter U (as in Up) at Alphabe Thursday, hosted by the delightful Jenny Matlock. To participate or check out other U posts, please click here.



Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Bragging


Three days later, I'm ready to brag about my county fair ribbons. For some of them, I don't know if I would've won if there had been a lot more competition. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy for all of them—four blue and one red ribbon in flower arrangements, one blue and one yellow ribbon in photography, and a white ribbon in wearable art. Whooo-hooo!

My most unbelievable win was the blue ribbon for my dry floral arrangement in the Country Road Treasure class. You had to use objects found along the road as containers or accessories. I found a broken piece of PVC pipe with jagged edges along the road while the Husband and I were walking home. It was perfect. When friend Kathy saw my arrangement, she described it as modern minimalism. I was told that the arrangement received a lot of comments. Good or bad, I didn't ask. 

You saw my Eiffel Tower martini glass arrangement already. If you haven't, click here.  These were my other flower arrangement entries.


The top row and the one on the left in the second row are fresh flower arrangements. The class for the tiny one is Little & Lovely, which meant it couldn't be 5-inches tall or wide. The class for the yellow flowers in a cup is Coffee Time, and for the flowers in the 1950s pitcher, Deja Vu. That's the Country Road Treasure arrangement in the last photo. I've used those red flowers three years in a row. I might retire them after the fifth year.

When I was a kid, a lot of my classmates entered stuff in the livestock, arts & crafts, and home economics departments, usually as part of FFA, 4-H, art class, home economics, or some other group. I always thought that would be fun. And, yes, I wanted to win a ribbon.


Seven years ago, I decided to enter some photos with the goal of winning one ribbon. On the fourth year, three of my photos finally placed. I think I earned a red, a white, and a green ribbon. I got greedy, I wanted a blue ribbon. (Cue mad scientist laugh.) On the fifth year, I decided to expand my horizons and enter flower arrangements, (whispering here) even though I've never done anything but place flowers in a vase. I won a couple of blue ribbons. Yay! Still, I wanted a blue ribbon from the photography department. Last year, I made that goal and I thought, I'd stop entering stuff. But, I'm hooked. The goal now is to get my entries done way before entry time. Yeah, right.

By the way, I had three firsts at this county fair. One was entering a bracelet, which won a white ribbon. I used the same fake pearls and red and green beads in my Eiffel Tower martini glass flower arrangement. Two, I tasted funnel cake. Yummmmmm. It tastes far better than it looks. And, not at all heavy.  Three, I rode the Ferris Wheel with the Husband. The scariest part was getting out of the seat and safely down on the ground.


See you tomorrow with Jane Austen, Action Doll.

Sunday, October 4, 2015

Pigs are Flying


Over hurdles at the county fair, these sweet little cuties were.

I was going to brag about my ribbons today. Napped instead. Whatever mild bug I caught several days ago is nearly gone. Maybe I'll show off tomorrow. 


Monday, September 28, 2015

Finding Order in Chaos


Yesterday afternoon, procrastinating me started thinking about my flower arrangement entries for the fair, which are due on Wednesday afternoon.

I opened one of the kitchen cupboards and staring boldly at me, obviously begging to be in the fair, was an Eiffel Tower martini glass.  "I'm for the A Touch of Glass dry floral arrangement," it proclaimed. 

"Okay," I said. "Let's go." We went to the office where I set the Eiffel Tower martini glass on the drawing board, into which the poor Husband keeps bumping as he goes in and out of the office.

Before I knew it, the dried green moss called out from its basket on the floor, "Hey! Hey!"

Bammm! A handful of moss planted itself in the glass, draping itself whatever way it wanted.

The tiny blue straw flowers I bought the other day made a noise, "Me! Me! Me!"

Bammmm! The tiny flowers stood proudly in the moss.

"Yoooo-hoooo!" The fake pearls waved from its box. "Eiffel tower. Martini. You need us."

Not-a-bam. The fake pearls got lost in the moss.  "More, more," they cried. They may be right. The arrangement needs something to keep everything in place. But, I still need to make my wrap-around bracelet that features the fake pearls.

So, when the moss, tiny blue straw flowers, and the fake pearls quieted down, I had myself a work in progress. At first, I called it Dystopia. Negativity did not sit well with me nor with the Eiffel Tower martini glass, dried green moss, tiny blue straw flowers, and fake pearls. After some time of not thinking about it, the arrangement announced its name, "I am Coming Back from Dystopia."