..."Time is the school in which we learn..."

Calmly We Walk through This April’s Day

By Delmore Schwartz ( bold/blue line is mine, btw)
Calmly we walk through this April’s day,   
Metropolitan poetry here and there,   
In the park sit pauper and rentier,   
The screaming children, the motor-car   
Fugitive about us, running away,   
Between the worker and the millionaire   
Number provides all distances,   
It is Nineteen Thirty-Seven now,   
Many great dears are taken away,   
What will become of you and me
(This is the school in which we learn ...)   
Besides the photo and the memory?
(... that time is the fire in which we burn.)

(This is the school in which we learn ...)   
What is the self amid this blaze?
What am I now that I was then
Which I shall suffer and act again,
The theodicy I wrote in my high school days   
Restored all life from infancy,
The children shouting are bright as they run   
(This is the school in which they learn ...)   
Ravished entirely in their passing play!
(... that time is the fire in which they burn.)

Avid its rush, that reeling blaze!
Where is my father and Eleanor?
Not where are they now, dead seven years,   
But what they were then?
                                     No more? No more?
From Nineteen-Fourteen to the present day,   
Bert Spira and Rhoda consume, consume
Not where they are now (where are they now?)   
But what they were then, both beautiful;

Each minute bursts in the burning room,   
The great globe reels in the solar fire,   
Spinning the trivial and unique away.
(How all things flash! How all things flare!)   
What am I now that I was then?   
May memory restore again and again   
The smallest color of the smallest day:   
Time is the school in which we learn,   
Time is the fire in which we burn.

I found this poem when I was searching for a something  to post along with the pictures of my potted flowers that are now blooming in our San Diego backyard.

To say "Happy Easter! Happy Spring!"

However, Sunday, April 20th-Easter-also marks the seventh anniversary of my late husband's passing.
Both a long time ago and just like yesterday. Grief and loss are not bound by time, that's for sure.

This was the FIRST poem I read on the internet via the Poetry Foundation when I typed in,
"Spring poems- classic."

Is it a nudge from Daz from wherever it is that we go when we no longer walk through this physical world? When synchronicity uncloaks itself, as it has so many times since that awful day, I can't help but wonder ...

 Well played, Daz. Well played. :)


April 2014 Flowers in the House

There are plenty of blog hops out there-but may the Universe help me if I join any of them that tout,
"Let me show you do this stupid crafty thing in eighty-eight steps that looks EXACTLY like a Pottery Barn/Quality Handmade/Priceless antique, and then we'll call it ART!"

What I want to say to those bloggers-Um, No. It won't/doesn't/can't. Stop. Just stop.

Jane's FITH, however, is like joining the cool kid's table in the HS lunchroom. Thanks, J!

Since moving to Shangri-La ( aka San Diego), with flowers outside almost always in bloom, I don't have inside flowers in the same quantity as I did when I lived in a northern climate. I do have a little bunch in the bathroom on the sink vanity all the time, and I have a place on the kitchen table for some palm fronds and an additional stalk of something-or-other when the mood strikes.

I got some hot colored sunflowers at the farmer's market last Friday and put them in my big aqua-blue vase. The bright oranges/reds wake up our little eating area with all its blue and green.

Eucalyptus, sunflowers, palm fronds


Blues and greens


Pixilated photo-great for a quilt/paint study


Don't judge those books...

Last week I went into Hillcrest-a very cool, laid back fun part of San Diego-to shop at a few thrift places.  I am on the hunt for vintage lamps and blue/white china pots.


I've never bought pillows from a thrift before because they usually don't have what I am looking for, correct-era wise.

Then I saw these indigo-blue and white ones. They had no price tags, so I took them to the owner/person behind the register. 

She told me they went with the couch they were sitting on-I said no way, the couch was so brown 1970s and these pillows were younger than that. 

She then says, "Oh OK, how about ten dollars each?  (They are down filled BTW.) Sold!

I took out my card to pay. She told me they only take cash, so I started to rifle through my wallet...and I absentmindedly said, "Let me take out my bus fare first..."  

She then asked me how much I had-and when I told her 12 dollars after bus fare, she said, 
" That's enough." 
"Yeah. Sure. Enjoy them..."

An aside: We are trying to stay a one car family here. I take the bus/tram/trolley when  I can or we both do when parking will be crazy. I can walk to a lot of places, so that's great. The bus will take cash, so it's easier to keep $2.50 in my wallet and then I can top off the Compass pass when I am at a station. 

 I left thinking I had scored, then it dawned on me-she adjusted her price because she felt badly for me having to take the bus! I swear I had on makeup and shoes and looked presentable, lol. 

It's a weird hierarchy here-having a car is the top tier; the Trolley/Tram is a cool second; bikes are fine for racing fanatics and students; the bus is for everyone else-it is definitely the ugly stepsister of mass transport. So weird, because in NYC and Portland and Melbourne the subway/train/bus are what everyone uses interchangeably. No stigma, no worries-it's simply smart to use them! Weird.

I took my prizes home , gave them the vinegar rinse routine, and let them air dry in the sun for a day. 
I put them on the couch and three seconds later a very naughty dog decided to test snuggle them.

He has his own very plump and pretty dog bed not two feet away from the couch...go figure.


This is one street over from us-it's a "flip this house" flip from the TV show. I'll be touring this weekend...it's close to HALF A MILLION DOLLARS asking price! I won't be making an offer.
I am just nosy curious to see it inside. The outside is hideous, IMHO, with that deck/porch mash up going on .

But-maybe it's great inside!  I need to remember the story of the shopkeeper giving a big discount to the girl who rode the bus...


My Mom would have been 85 today. Everyone who knew her still misses her.
Love you, Ma. I promise I am not mixing the dark socks with the light ones in the wash :)

I think this is in Central Park; it's around 1948 or 1949. ( People-write on the back of your photos!)
Vogue and then some, eh? 


Minimal Flowers in the House ala San Diego

There are so many things in bloom outside right now in San Diego ( aka paradise)
 that  FITH  feels decadent -but that's fine by me. 

No matter the weather outside, we all need flowers in the house, don't we? 

 I've got white stargazers that have been performing for two weeks now!
 Their spicy scent and their color against the "Shitake Mushroom" wallcolor-just perfect.

Kid pix and white stargazers

Isn't their scent awesome?

Another bloom is ready to go after this one

Cherry blossoms are already popping here in SoCal!



We've moved from a 1600 square foot place-with a full daylight basement, so it doubled our space to 3000-into 1015 square feet. I feel like Goldilocks-our bed is too big, the water heater is too small, but overall, this place is just right. Especially the weather! 70s and sunshine?
Yes, thanks.

The view down our street

I'll be unpacking and whatnot until February, I'm sure. At least that's my target date to sort, purge, and find a home for all I hold dear. The rest is outta here! There's a great homeless program here that will be happy to take our excess. My husband will need some pushing coaxing  encouragement to let some of his older tools and whatnot go, but I'll help-mostly while he's at work.

What is this? I think it's a type of Iris...I have a CA book, just need to crack it open and look it up LOL

This is our interim home, until we purchase one in a year or so, so we aren't doing anything except decorating. The backyard is so blah, however, that the landlord said we can plant/do what we like back there. I'm trolling Craigslist to get what we can free/cheap and my challenge will be to make it fabulous-we do have a concrete patio and a few good trees to start with, so this will be fun.
Sunset from our backyard

Considering how isolated we were in OR, I am over the moon to have neighbors! One came by on Christmas with homemade cookies and home brewed beer. Boomer and I met Darla and her mom at the dog park one day-seems they live on our street, too.
The 1954 California Cutie ( its beige, not pink, really)

 Along with the purging of "stuff" we've dumped cable for Hulu and Netflix, replaced all the lighting with LED bulbs ( hint-don't buy soft white-it's code for "sickly, sallowish yellow;" get the daylight or blue spectrum bulbs if you don't want you/your house/guests to look ill ) and are really trying to stay a one car family. The trolley is a few blocks away, while the main drag is a few blocks south-a nice short walk to groceries/eateries/etc.

Pomegranates ( in JANUARY!) at the local charter school 

Sunset with crescent moon

I still feel like we're on vacation, 
and we'll have to pack soon to return to the much too long winter in OR. 
What a happy feeling to know that I am WRONG!



Happy New Year 2014 from paradise-aka San Diego !

It's an early night for us; the moving truck just left today and we are unpacking as we speak.

We used NY time to celebrate at 9PM :)

Loving our new place and all that goes with SoCal- ESPECIALLY the weather!

Our 1954 rental

Boomer at his new fave place-the dog beach at Ocean Beach

Lake Murray, our three mile bike/jog path

Millefiore dessert at Buona Forchetta
May fortune be thine in 2014!


A ChristmaHanuKwanzaakah Miracle

We went to closing today.
On our house in OR.
The one we keep selling over and over ( four times to be exact).

Today, though, we FINALLY made it through a closing!
We signed our little hearts out, and the house is no longer ours.

The new people are like us-adult kids, gardeners, DIYers, work here in town ( hospital nurses)...
I think the house picked a great couple to pick up where we left off.

We leave for SoCal two weeks from Friday...woohoo!
LOTS to do now, and happy to be doing it.

This needs to be on someone's tree this year! LOL

The other cool thing about today was something my tenant (down in my old place in TX) said.

She told me that she has begun painting again ( her little boy had a childhood cancer that is now in remission; when he was sick she couldn't paint).
She said she has really felt an "artistic sense of spirit" that is uplifting and happy when she is in the house...wow.

While my late hubby was a banker by day, his first love was art, and he was doing a lot of webdesign in 2007. Art simply made his soul happy. It was nice to think that his happiness still lingers after all these years, and that his influence can still be felt.

Weird, but hey. It works for me.

While we won't be able to decorate this year, it doesn't matter-for Mark and I,
ChristmaHanuKwanzaakah just came early :)