In my mind, I'm five years old having a high old time wandering and wondering. In reality, I'm now approaching my late 60s, wowza! I tell you a lot of creativity is still to be found in this old young self. In you, too, whatever your age. Welcome to my barefoot world!
"This is it," I said to myself, looking out at the Pacific Ocean. "The farthest place south in the United States."
Thirteen years later, the Husband said something similar as we gazed out at the horizon. We were standing at Ka Lae on the Big Island of Hawaii. It's also known as South Point or The Point.
I've had the good fortune to visit Ka Lae twice. The first time was on my solo trip in 1984 and again in 1997 with the Husband, which was his first trip to Hawaii. These photos are from our trip.
The water at the most southern point of the U.S. was very inviting. Even looking at the photo, I imagine myself
jumping in. Imagining is best. The currents are very strong at Ka Lae,
so swimming is not recommended. The Husband and I are good swimmers, but we knew it was best to heed the warnings.
The windmills weren't there in 1984. So I was very surprised to see
them. Ka Lae is a perfect place for a wind farm, with the steady, strong
trade winds. From w…
The TV weather casters say we're going to go through another heat wave. So far, so good today. Tilda-Hilda and I went out later than usual so I could drop off books and DVDs at the library. The Mama said, "Don't go far." The Husband said, "Do you have the phone? Be careful." Molly the Cat said, "Mewww." I think she wanted to either a snack or to go outside in the front yard. I asked her if she'd like to ride with us. She could ride in the basket. No answer.
Tilda-Hilda and I both agree. Earlier is better. Today, we pedaled 10.5 miles in 59 minutes. We made sure we didn't overdo or overheat ourselves.
A jar of lemon peels covered with vodka is now sitting in the cupboard with the glasses. In four to six weeks, it will become lemon extract. I hope, I hope.
The first thing I plan to make with the stuff is lemon cookies. They were the first—and when I think of it, the only—cookies that the Mama baked when I was a small kid. They were perfectly round, golden, and yummily lemon flavored. I have yet to taste a lemon cookie that rivals my memory of the Mama's cookies.
If you're curious, this was my recipe, which I adapted from Mommypotamus's. Zested 9 medium lemons. Don't get any of the white peel. Place lemon strips in a jar and cover with about 1.5 cup of vodka. Shake well, then put in a cupboard. The rest of the instructions are from Mommypotamus: Shake the mixture every day for a week. Shake every so often for 4 to 6 weeks, which I shall translate as once every 3 or 4 days. Strain the lemon pee…
Tilda-Hilda and I went out with the Husband and his Sun Flame this afternoon. Yaay!
We pedaled to downtown, stopping here and there for me to take photos for my other blog, Take 25 to Hollister. We pedaled and walked about 4 miles. Slow and easy. Half the time we pedaled against the wind so that made for a good workout.
It's time for me to make a list of all domestic diva things I want to accomplish this summer. Otherwise, I will just vaguely think about doing them, which in my world means "I'll do it tomorrow." As we all know, tomorrow really never comes.
I shall ring Tilda-Hilda's ding-a-ling bell and...and...and...proclaim my list of things I shall complete before the first day of Autumn.
1. Sew the Husband another tunic.
2. Sew myself a tunic.
3. Sew the Christmas vest for the Husband, which I said I would do....uhm, two Christmases ago.
4. Make lemon extract.
5. Make limoncello.
6. Make candied ginger.
7. Bake energy bars. So, Tilda-Hilda and I can pedal farther and further down roads.
Tilda-Hilda and I pedaled over 12.5 miles in 67 minutes today. Quite good, I say, after missing three days.
On Thursday, the Husband and I went on hike, climbing up and down a mountain path. It was fun. But, my left knee was crying out in pain as I walked the last mile. The poor Husband, having to listen to me.
I've driven and walked by St. Joseph Cathedral Basilica in San Jose, California countless of times over the last 40 years or so. But, it was only last October when the Husband and I were walking back to our car from the nearby San Jose Museum of Art that we popped into the cathedral on a whim.
It was not all what I expected. The interior was large, airy, and light. The ceilings and dome were adorned with amazing art murals. And, the sanctuary was surrounded by spectacular stained glass windows.
The cathedral began as a small adobe church in 1803. It was the first parish in California. (San Jose was established as the first Spanish settlement about 26 years earlier.) Earthquakes and fires destroyed four churches. The fifth, and current, building was completed in the 1880s.
Major restoration was done on the church in the late 1980s. In 1990, it formally became St. Joseph Cathedral. Seven years later, the Vatican granted it status as a Basilica.
Tilda-Hilda and I did another long loop today—over 14 miles in 74 minutes. We went over three bridges. One was short, wooden, and very low to the ground, more like a cattle crossing. Ah, cattle crossing. What a misnomer. A cattle crossing is supposed to keep cows from passing through that point.
I have more like 200+ things on my desk if I were to count individual papers and photographs. My desk was originally a kitchen table, which means chaos rules. Though I think it's relatively neat at the moment.
Okay, five things that are on my desk. Two seeds—an apricot pit and a lemon seed from fruit in our backyard. Well, there aren't any more apricots. The Mama, the Husband, and I happily ate them all. Molly the Cat turned her nose to them. A brown rubber lizard. I got it and several of its siblings more than 30 years ago. I gave the siblings away as trick gifts. Yes, I've scared people with the lizard. It doesn't have a name. I wonder if it would like to be called Buddy. My address book that fits neatly in my purse, if I remember to bring it. A paperweight that has a dandelion inside it. The Father-in-law gifted it to me long ago.Recipes for soft gingerbread cookies, lemon-poppy seed quick bread, and a friend's mom's recipe for Spanish rice.What's on yo…
The other night I dreamt that Tilda-Hilda had two flat tires. I asked the Husband what that could mean.
"I don't know," he said. "Maybe it has to do with the car tires we're going to buy."
I hope so. Knock on wood that Tilda-Hilda doesn't ever get two flat tires at the same time.
Just before I went out the door this morning, the Mama called out to me from her bedroom. I peeked in and told her I was going for a ride.
She sat up in bed. "Don't go far," she said.
The dream. The Mama's warning. A sky that looked like it could rain. Maybe I shouldn't go out, I thought. But, it had been two days since the last ride. And, my appetite has been up lately. So, out the door I went.
Tilda-Hilda and I pedaled for 78 minutes, roaming around 14.5 miles, today. No flats. Okay, I didn't pay attention to the Mama. But, I did turn around on one road when I saw a Confederate flag.
Blogger friend Birgit of BB Creations is a movie maven. (I don't know anyone else who has seen Start the Revolution Without Me.) Several days ago, she did a post around the concept of six degrees of separation. Within five moves, she connected Strangers on a Train to Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure in five moves. Check out the post yourself.
After reading Birgit's post, I wondered if you could connect any two actors within six moves. Bela Lugosi and Tina Fey, for instance. Birgit made the connection, but she's giving me a chance to make my connection before unveiling hers. If she hadn't, I probably wouldn't. Researching the question was fun and didn't take as long as I thought it would.
So, here you go: How Bela Lugosi and Tina Fey are connected.
1. Bela Lugosi and Greta Garbo co-starred in Ninotchka.
2. Greta Garbo was in Grand Hotel with Joan Crawford.
3. Joan Crawford starred in "Eyes", an episode on Night Gallery, which was directed by…
I didn't think I would have a chance to go out riding with Tilda-Hilda this morning. The fog was thick when I woke up. Fortunately, it started breaking up within an hour. So, off we went. It would've been a good day for a long ride, but I told the Husband we were going through the neighborhoods. I had the phone, but I didn't feel like calling.
As a compromise with myself, Tilda-Hilda and I pedaled down a road parallel with the last neighborhood. We also took a very short side trip on a road that ended at a winery. That's what's beyond Tilda-Hilda in the photo.
Our trip today was nearly 10 miles, which we did in 54 minutes.
We've all traveled somewhere via our imagination. Maybe after we read or listened to a grand story, saw a wonderful movie or TV show, or heard an amazing song or sound. Until I was grounded with a serious job (translate: heavy responsibilities) in my 20s, I had a rich, vivid imagination. With each, and even more, serious job or work project, my imagination seemed to get duller and duller.
When I feel low on imagination, I visit a particular memory. And, slowly I feel my imagination edging back.
Many years ago while visiting the Only and Older Brother and his family, Youngest Niece asked me to make stuff out of play dough with her.
"Sorry," I said, flopped out on the couch. "My imagination isn't working today. There's nothing inside my head."
"You can borrow some of mine," the five-year-old sweetie said. She pressed her fingertips on her forehead, then pressed them on mine.
How could I not play with Youngest Niece after she loaned me her …
Last Tuesday, I wrote about the first five of my 10 favorite movie characters. Today, I give you the second half of my list. I presented my top characters in ABC order by their first names. If you missed the first half of the list, here's the link. Thanks, again, to Birgit of BB Creations for the suggestion. That woman loves her movies.
Lucy Kelson in Two Weeks Notice (2002)
Lucy (Sandra Bullock) is an activist and public-interest attorney who has agreed to work for corporate I-only-care-about-a-good-time George (Hugh Grant) in exchange for the company not demolishing the community center in her parents' neighborhood in New York. Nearly right away, Lucy is at George's beck and call to help him decide on such personal things as the color of his tie. Why doesn't the hardworking, competent Lucy draw the line between George's legal and personal needs? Simple. She cares too much for George, but she doesn't want to admit it.
Tilda-Hilda and I had an excellent ride this morning, 10 miles in 55 minutes. It resulted in me sweating afterwards for quite awhile. Zap! Zap! Zap! Take that, Fat Cells! Mwaaahhaaa.
We're not scared of hills, I'll tell you what, as Hank Hill (of King of the Hill) might say. We pedaled up a hill, coasted down another, and pedaled right up another one. I don't know about Tilda-Hilda, but I feel like I could face anything. Even the black rat that may be in the backyard (See the previous post). I saw a cute black kitten scurry quickly around A&W, which made me wonder if the black rat is actually a black kitten. I can only hope.
We stopped downtown for a photo in front of the biker's mural that celebrates Hollister as being the "Birthplace of the American Biker". Yes, that's Marlon Brando gazing wistfully at Tilda-Hilda. Did you ever see that movie The Wild One, in which Brando played a supposed rebel of a biker? It was loosely based on a 1947 out-of-con…