Monday, September 30, 2013

CT Scan Monday

Missed Sunday, ah know, it was the last day of baseball season for our favorites, the San Francisco Giants, so that took priority.

Today was CT scan and then breakfast on the wharf to add a little cheer to this otherwise dismal start to Monday and the week.  We are hoping that the latest symptoms will turn out to be lactose intolerance, which they actually seem to be.

Wednesday will be the start of another round of three weeks, then another break, then another round of three.  That will bring us up to exactly one year since the chemo started, October 23.  He is still not complaining, except for when IV's don't get started smoothly, or blood draws are clumsy.  The nurses at the "chemo lounge" couldn't be more kind, efficient, and knowledgeable. They take away a lot of what would be the fear.

We're so thankful that his discomfort hasn't been worse than it's been and that v can still be active. He's even been able to substitute teach. But, his energy isn't nearly what it was and this grieves him, I know.

In bocca al lupo.  m & v

Saturday, September 28, 2013

Quick Shot

Sometimes mornings are getting posted much later in the evening. Saturday is school, I just got the shot off before leaving for class.

In bocca al lupo.  m & v

Friday, September 27, 2013

Comfort Zone

Today I could have just stayed there!

In bocca al lupo.  m & v

Thursday, September 26, 2013

Coming Attractions

Coming attractions for the curb garden.

In bocca al lupo.  m & v

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Twisted Harry

Every morning can be a challenge.  We were on the run all morning long and this is all I could shoot.  Harry Lauder's Walking Stick.

In bocca al lupo.  m & v

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Morning at the Aquarium

Morning at the Monterey Bay Aquarium.  If you want to visit Monterey Bay and the aquarium this is the time of year to come.  Forget summer, we don't have summer around here. We do have glorious fall and spring seasons though.  Today was lovely and warm and to cap off our shift today there were whales just off the decks where this photo was taken.  No need for a boat today!

In bocca al lupo.  m & v

Monday, September 23, 2013


A rumply morning.  Oatmeal with black honey for v.  Coffee and a graham cracker for me.

In bocca al lupo.  m & v

Sunday, September 22, 2013

Adieu, Summer, adieu

Autumnal Equinox.  Good-bye to summer, again.

In honor of yesterday's grand finale: the last day of summer rain

A drop fell on the apple tree,
Another on the roof;
A half a dozen kissed the eaves,
And made the gables laugh.
A few went out to help the brook,
That went to help the sea.
Myself conjectured, Were they pearls,
What necklaces could be!
The dust replaced in hoisted roads,
The birds jocoser sung;
The sunshine threw his hat away,
The orchards spangles hung.
The breezes brought dejected lutes,
And bathed them in the glee;
The East put out a single flag,
And signed the fete away.
                       emily dickinson

Saturday, September 21, 2013

Mornings II

It's raining this morning!  We don't have a television so we don't always get forecasts.  We had supper of pesto on capellini with a green salad in the garden last evening. Under the copper beech we made a table out of a big (kind of ugly) pot and set a piece of granite on top.  Pure luxury.  We even played a couple of games of chess out there.  It didn't feel like rain at all.  It was very nice.  Rain is nice too, such a nice supplement to all the watering I did yesterday.

In bocca al lupo.  m & v

Friday, September 20, 2013


Ah, today we are staying closer to home.  I'm even thinking of starting a "mornings" photo project for myself.  I just need to commit and decide which venue to put it in. Here on this site, or my photo blog Biondography.  Today is inside and outside the front door.  Our tiny entry with scarves, bags, hats, and whatever else has a strap or can be hung on a peg.

Outside are two iron urns, currently holding Provence lavender.

The lens flare makes a slight reference to my spotted scarf in the entry.  Looks cheerful to me.

I believe I've made my decision, so you might check both blogs for my takes on most mornings.
Ooooh! Commitment!

In bocca al lupo.  m & v

Thursday, September 19, 2013

Whale Watching

"What should we do today?"

"Want to go whale watching?"

Oh yeah! One of the perks of being a volunteer is getting to take a ride on the Whale Watching boat for free if there is room and there was room today!  Not on the 9:00 morning boat, you know, when the seas are calm and the whales plentiful. But, there was room on the 2:00 when things are a bit choppier and the whales are a question mark.

While we waited, hanging around the wharf like wharf bums who drink Starbucks' lattes, I took some photos of a seagull who coasted in rather close to where we were hanging out.

Now for the whales.  The first shot has to be explained, I think.  This is not two whales taking a peek at us. This is one whale shooting straight up out of the water with its mouth open and gathering fish. 

And then, something I've waited, and wanted all my life to see:

Whoopie!  v had a great time, he felt very strong and happy at the end of our outing, but I noticed that he was quick to turn in after supper.  A few hours at sea can do that.

In bocca al lupo.  m & v

Friday, September 13, 2013


First light of morning and the blissful cup of coffee. The lamp was a vase about one hundred years ago.  A wedding present to my Great-Aunt Anne.  It's been a lamp all of my life, I'm so glad that whatever damaged this beautiful vase didn't destroy it.

When v and I met we were doing a play "Zorba!".  During one of the rehearsals he called me over to say he had something "to show me".  He pulled a chain out from under his shirt and showed me his little Ganesh pendant that a friend had brought him from India.  I'd been wearing mine for a couple of years, but it was far more local.  Fate, I suppose, eh?

When I was in nursery school I wore cowboy boots.  I was planning on growing up to be the Princess of Texas (I was three, and with Texas, who knows anyway?).  During one of our juice breaks I was approached by a little boy who proudly showed me he had the same cowboy boots. My first boyfriend, Burt. Those were my last pair of cowboy boots, I have no idea if Burt continued on with that particular fashion statement, I dropped out of pre-school and never saw him again.

In bocca al lupo.  m & v

Thursday, September 12, 2013

Down and Up

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and feel blue.  You know how it is, just laying there, in the dark and thinking of all the trials and tribulations of the day to day. Of course, I worry about v and how his treatment is going and whether he'll continue to improve which he has been doing, consistently, for the past twelve months.  There's just something magnifying about the middle of the night.

My antidote is to get up, quietly, and pad out to the parlor with the iPad. I bring up Netflix and tune into one of the many, quality, British mysteries that are lined up to be watched instantly.  The distraction is really effective.  So, as usual, it worked last night.  Another antidote is v himself, and this morning he made the coffee!

This morning's weather is mimicking my midnight mood, the dismal marine layer is burning off and revealing the bright blue sky.  So, the day begins and we move forward toward the light.

In bocca al lupo.  m & v

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Close Encounters

Yesterday morning, as I sat at the kitchen table writing a "to-do" list for the garden, I had a surprise visit from one of my most important and newest garden helpers.  In broad daylight Baby suddenly appeared at the bowl just outside the kitchen door.  For the past four years we have had the pleasure of opossums in the garden.  Generally they come at night.

Our first encounter was with Arthur.  We were returning from an evening's rehearsal at our local community theater.  Upon entering the kitchen we found all three of our cats and Hannah the dog, sitting at the kitchen door looking outward.  At first I thought there was a tiny kitten looking back in at them, but when I turned on the back porch light, lo and behold, it was a tiny opossum!  He just sat on the other side of the glass door watching all of us watch him.

That was my first encounter with a live opossum, and I wasn't sure what to think about it. He was very tiny and unaccompanied.  Research told me that he would be a benign visitor.  During a conversation with a fellow volunteer at the Monterey Bay Aquarium about wild visitors to our gardens I mentioned Arthur and her first response was "then you probably don't have any snails!".  Well, as a matter of fact v and I had been remarking about the fact that the hundreds of snails we used to deal with had disappeared mysteriously.  I wondered if this were a sign of global warming. Were snails becoming extinct?  How bad was that?  Well, mystery solved! And Arthur was an honored visitor, as were any of his relatives who happened to accompany him from time to time.

I believe we met his mother and there was a gnarly older, and much bigger guy that showed only once (I'm glad) that may have been his father.  An old, rheumy looking fellow with a portion of his tail missing showed once or twice as well, we called him Uncle Nestor.  Last spring a new baby showed up with dark legs and a deep widow's peek, Rosie.  And now Baby.

Even though the literature tells us that opossums have a very short life span, Arthur was a regular visitor from when we first saw him peering in at the cats four years ago, til very recently.  I have no evidence that he has died.  Rosie comes frequently and Baby has been sporadic.  We used to see Arthur during daylight hours, but until Baby showed yesterday morning he was the only one.  We've never attempted contact, though the cats and the neighborhood Tom have all spent time sitting quietly by of an evening while Arthur munched away on leftovers in their outside bowl.

Some might be aghast that we welcome these little marsupials to our garden, but they are clean and benign visitors.  I don't have to put out snail bait or any other form of pest control. My vegetable seedlings sprout and grow with nary a leaf chewed.  Earwigs must be a treat as well, because they no longer consume the tender sprouts or hide in between rose petals.

Far from being the ugly, naked faced animal I used to think opossums were, Arthur is graced with a sweet face.  Baby resembles him.  Rosie has stronger features, but she's still a pretty opossum.  No, I don't really know the sex of each, I just guess and may be quite wrong.  Arthur could well be the mother of all the rest.  Whatever...his family is welcome in our garden.

In bocca al lupo.  m & v