Tuesday, June 30, 2009
And yes, I found the right place. Hi, Cheri!
Now, I really owed my husband some man-friendly sightseeing. I like old things, so missions and museums are just my cup of tea. But the HH needs to see something mechanical every so often. So our first stop in Balboa Park was the Automotive Museum of course! I learned there is a difference between a hot rod and a street rod. Hot rods are old things--1949 or earlier. This car is neither, but he likes it! Sweet dreams, honey! (Truly, he's going to build his own car. Posts on that later!)
We also went to: Air and Space Museum (car guys seem to like airplanes too), Natural History Museum (the Body Worlds exhibit was incredible -- the HH really wanted to see it, but admitted to being a little freaked out afterwards), Timken Museum (Beautiful and FREE!), and the Art Museum (the Richard Avedon photographs are a must-see). And then we were tired. Darn it, we missed quite a few other museums.
This multiple-didgeridoo-combo is the most unique instrument I've seen in a long time.
After all those museums, our feet hurt, so we rode the park trolley back to the parking lot. Still smiling.
We checked into the Hotel Del Coronado. We had stayed there for one night, oh -- about 20 years ago! (And paid cash, which even 20 years ago freaked them out and they had to find some special form to deal with it.) This time, the credit card was well used.
We drove by many appealing restaurants, but since our feet hurt we had dinner at the hotel. Yes we had food, too, but the drink was just so pretty!
Monday, June 29, 2009
The Point Vicente Lighthouse in Palos Verdes.
Wayfarers Chapel. The HH wondered why I wanted to go see a church. "But it's Frank Lloyd Wright," I exclaimed. Absolutely beautiful.
Mission San Juan Capistrano.
The view from our room at the Ritz Carlton Laguna Niguel. Gorgeous place, lovely room, impeccable customer service.
Day 2 tomorrow.
(Oooh, I just realized this is my 500th post! Whoo-hoo!)
Sunday, June 28, 2009
The artwork in the hall. I didn't have anything summer-themed, but I loved Ernest's Picassoesque self-portrait.
There's something wrong with this thermometer. While we often do get 90 degree days, I swear it wasn't really that hot. 78-79 according to the weather reports.
When Ernest packed, he worried about running out of socks. He wanted to borrow some of mine, but his feet are bigger than mine now. I told him to borrow his dad's.
Summer means we need to stock up on these staples:
Something is growing in my garden.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Our cat, his aunt's cat, his grandpa's dog.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
blue tongued skink
Skink? SKINK??? As a small child he was obsessed with skinks at the various zoos we visited, so life has come full circle for him.
And here's the Broadway version.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Happy Father's Day to all my guys.
My dad tried early on to instill a love of backpacking in Frank: It appears he was unsuccessful. However, Frank inherited the genes for my dad's great beard.
My Handy Husband's dad. Watch out for your hand! I love this picture, taken on the day Ernest was born: Coming from a long line of Handy men, I hope my sons will also be great dads someday.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
I had intended to clean out my sewing/crafts room but I made
However, the bathroom is done! Twenty-one years ago, our upstairs bath looked like this. (The other baths were worse.)
We stripped off the floral paper and, like an archaeological dig, found another layer underneath. We painted most of the room white and put up some 1989 wallpaper on the main wall. Would you believe, 20 years later I still have no picture of it? Or a picture of the hideous floor? A big chunk of it had been cut out and sloppily put back in again. It used to drive me crazy when I gave the boys baths.
Anyway, I have a thing for new toilets. Water-saving, easy-to-clean toilets. The other toilets in the house had been replaced, so I begged for one last new toilet for Mother's Day. And a new floor.
Here it is, in all it's PEZ decorated glory.
While a bathroom may not be the heart of the home, it is certainly a vital organ!
Monday, June 22, 2009
More on the bathroom tomorrow.
I've also been tidying up the guest room, since we are going to have company in August. This mostly involved:
- shoving lots of things into the closet.
- hanging paintings on the wall.
- taking other paintings in to be framed.
- unsuccessfully trying to scrub the stains off the wall. Frank used to toss cans and bottles at his trash can and apparently missed a lot.
- rediscovering some beaded garlands I got from Pottery Barn years ago. I always intended to drape them around the windows, so finally I've done that.
Update: Louise asked for a picture of the window... (Yes, that is a mini Leg Lamp.)
Saturday, June 20, 2009
We decided to skip the parade. Yes, we did go to the beach. And sat on a bench and watched a flock of pelicans fly overhead.
For a gorgeous photo of pelicans in flight, look here.
We looked at iPhones. We were tempted. When we picked up Ernest and found he had cracked the outer screen of his phone, we decided to buy the new phones so we could give him one of our old phones. But unfortunately, we found out we're not done with our committment to the old phones and the price would be $299 each instead of $99. Ouch. So we're still waiting, and Ernest doesn't get a hand-me-down, either.
But spending a day in the big town with my husband, while Ernest is at the zoo, is much more appealing. We plan to drop off the boy at 9, then have a lovely breakfast. A dilemma...should we brave the crowds to watch the parade, or go somewhere a little more serene?
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
London, Paris, Bruges, The Hague, Amsterdam, Cologne, Heidelberg, a 3 day home stay, Freiburg, a Swiss village called Scuol, and Zurich. He received a charming e-mail from the 12-year-old of the home stay family. That boy plays piano and likes swimming, and his mother is an architect. How did they match them up so perfectly?
Here's a bit of what he'll see.
Paris (photo from Paris Daily Photo)
Bruges (photo from Bruges Daily Photo)
Scuol (photo from About.ch)
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Mrs. G is doing a "spring cleaning" version of the heart of the home.
And while the heart of my home is a little dusty, I decided the sewing room is the place that needs some help. Or a shovel. Or a bonfire.
It wasn't always this bad. But I never put the Christmas things away. And then Frank pulled out all my junk from his storage area. Now it all has to go back into this closet:
Fortunately, there's room in there. And spiderwebs. But I don't know...Mrs. G's open house is on the 23rd. That's only a week away. What have I gotten myself into?
Friday, June 12, 2009
I wish I'd been able to get the end of the song.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Last night my beloved niece invited me to see Les Miserables. She had free tickets! It was great.
Today I made reservations for our "long weekend getaway". After Ernest leaves on his trip, we will head south for a few days.
Then I had a massage.
Tonight I am going to dinner with my Rose Sisterhood (we all used to work together many years ago...and we eat at Rose Cafe, hence the name).
Tomorrow -- the bathroom floor will finally be installed.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
tat⋅tle⋅tale /ˈtætlˌteɪl/ –noun 1. a talebearer or informer, esp. among children.
Nothing makes this group of children happier than to tell on someone else.* And not because they honestly see wrongdoing and want to correct it. They are only interested in getting others in trouble, and they enjoy it. One boy can't go 15 minutes without a tattle.
But usually it backfires on them, because there's always backstory.
Take last Tuesday's Biggest Tattle: Girl tattles on boy. But wait! I asked her what was going on before that. Guilt flashed in her eyes. "Well, I was... I was...grabbing him." As in grabbing at his arm and pulling on him, which he confirmed. And I've told her before to keep her hands off other kids! Because that's one of the school rules: KEEP YOUR HANDS TO YOURSELF! So I said, "What he did wasn't right. But you started it. You both apologize, and stay away from each other." We'll see how long that lasts.
An Ongoing Tattle: "They're playing tag on the structure." But wait! The tattler? Was also playing tag. I hear this tattle all the time. Tag violates the "Keep Your Hands and Feet to Yourself" rule. Tag drives me crazy. I've told them over and over again not to do it. So Thursday I
So do you want to tattle on anyone today? Go ahead, I'm used to it. But beware, it could come back around and bite you in the you-know-where!!!!
And at 11:55 this morning. I am done listening to the tattlers! Whoo-hoo!
*A teeny-tiny footnote, because I am generalizing an eensy-weensy bit. There are a few students who will bring something to my attention because they know it is important. And I respect them for it and show it. But they've been rare this year.
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
*It's the penultimate (love that word!) day of school. They're not doing anything.
*Tuesday is the "orientation" meeting for Theater Gone Wild. The schools near the zoo are already out, so the program is starting already.
*Ernest is desperate to reach a total of 200 volunteer hours before Friday, so he can train with the animals (then he will be allowed to handle snakes, turtles, etc. during the Zookeeper shows).
*And the boy has straight A's.
I think he deserves a "ditch day." He won't be lying around, though. He'll be working hard:
9-10 rehearse old shows
10-11 rehearse sheila and primate
11-12 plan auditions
1-3:30 audition newbies
4 animal training for those who have 200 hrs (hopefully)
And I am counting down: 2 days.
Monday, June 08, 2009
Saturday, June 06, 2009
But the day rapidly got better, as I met the beautiful Barbra for lunch. This is the first time I've met another blogger! Barbra is just as kind and lovely in person as she is on her blog.
She was visiting my neck of the woods to sing at a wedding.
She had enough time, so we talked, strolled through town, bought some socks, and had a delicious lunch. The waiter kindly took our picture!
And yes, we did a shoe picture too! I wore the leopard slides so you all would recognize me!
It was a pleasure to meet you in person, Barbra. I hope we get to do it again.