I have fallen in love with a Halvah bar made by Camel. (I would like to scan the wrapper for you, but the scanner’s still not friends with the computer.) I had one months ago, which I found at Staff of Life in Santa Cruz. Then last week I got one at the Sacramento co-op.… Read More »
This morning, it was so cold. P picked me up at 7 and took me to the county clinic. We had to wait for a long time in a large waiting room. I watched everyone: the black woman with lots of cleavage and the huge wooden cross. The Mexican woman with long, long hair. All… Read More »
Erik took this last time we were at the Berkeley botanic garden.
Today I made envelopes out of a roadside wildflowers calendar and a See’s catalog. That’s probably the most interesting thing I did. Erik and I ate pasta for dinner on the livingroom floor with a candle lit. “Do you mind if I use Holy Mother’s candle?” he asked. “Do you mind if she joins us… Read More »
Today I practiced choir songs, especially my favorite ones, doing the tricky sections over and over again. I wrote a letter to my cousin S and another to my poet-zinester friend in Australia. I stared out the bedroom window at the red leaves on the sycamore tree and watched the changing sky and changing light… Read More »
It was the first day, I didn’t have a plan, I didn’t have texts, and I was being observed. I was getting to know individual students. I liked them–they were a loud bunch, older than usual, less advantaged. I woke up planning classes and refining my pedagogy, realized it was just a dream and I’m… Read More »
This morning I woke up from a full night’s sleep after a week of insomnia, so I was happy. We went to Fry’s, where Erik got some stuffs he’s been wanting for a long time. I went to choir practice, and we bought groceries also at Trader Joe’s. I did some birthday / Christmas shopping… Read More »
This morning Erik drove me to Goleta to see my special someone. I also got to hug and bond with her dad and brother. These people sustain me. If I ever feel ready to throw the towel in, remind me to go to that house the day after Thanksgiving. On the long drive home again,… Read More »
There is a certain order every year. Sometimes pies are made the night before. In the morning: sausage rolls, which are breakfast sausages wrapped in pastry, and we snack on them while we’re cooking. Also, Mom boiled eggs and made toast with an incredible amount of butter. I asked Dad if sausage rolls are a… Read More »
Last night I had a fabulous time at a party. When have you ever heard me say that? It’s because the party was small and the conversation first-rate. So, we’re off today for family visits. We hope to stop for Sri Lankan food in Santa Cruz on our way. For lunch I have had the… Read More »