October 17, 2010

a walk around the blvd

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Autumn pics for a sister in Los Angeles... (More from the ever-growing catalog of local trees.)

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(And in a couple months when it gets chilly here and dark at 4:30 p.m., I'm hoping that a sister in Los Angeles can send some photos of the Golden State this-a-way! If only Vitamin D needs could be met through photography...)

October 16, 2010

still feel weak, but

time makes you bolder

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BD party on the eve of 10/10/10. (Didn't get very many photos, nor many good ones, but it was a real blast. Thank you, friends!)

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Pretty ladies.

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Cool dudes.

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"The thing is, coconut water is the only natural substance that can be safely injected into the human blood stream...!" (or something like that)

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Candle lighting. I think ARM got these pics.

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And then there was a Fleetwood Mac dance party.

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Epilogue to Year 28: Humbled by, and thankful for, another lap around the sun. Thankful for friends, family, the season (most lovely fall weather, maybe ever)…
28 was quite a year—ups, downs, up ups, down downs—but I'm ready for whatever's next. I must admit that both fall and birthdays, despite their loveliness, often find me steeped in nostalgia. Already this week I've once again forgotten and relearned (and then forgotten again and relearned again, round & round & round in a circle game) that change is inevitable and necessary and that living and aging gracefully is learning to accept what we can't change and changing the things we can. We can't return, we can only look behind from where we came—and in so doing, forge ahead. (That's also why everyone's grandma has a cross-stitched version of The Serenity Prayer framed above the kitchen sink—ubiquitous because it's true.) One way to describe the posture of readiness is it's unclenching our hands; seen another way, it's opening them.

Thus concludes this self-help desk calendar of an epilogue. (Fall/birthdays also find me doing some Yoda-level philosophizing.) SAH-DAH-TAY!

October 8, 2010

it's in the trees! it's coming!

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I think of Remedios Varo this time of year and her autumnal color palette.

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This one reminds me of how people move again indoors, living out more hrs of the day inside warmly lit rooms.

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But it was actually 80° today, so retreating indoors is a bit premature.

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Went to MI again this past weekend to get some work done on my car and hang with Mom, post-surgery. In true Mom fashion she was already up and at 'em: taking walks, making soup, locker hooking a rug, etc. She's a trooper.

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Went to a local farm for the annual harvest party for Brian's "Friendship" grp.

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The B.

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When the sky looks like a road.

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Early party with my 10/10 bday buddy, Kale.

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The minis are getting less mini every day.

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Kale snapped this one. Not bad.

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Dan took me to Girl and the Goat for an early bd dinner. I've been wanting go there for a while, and it was really great. The chickpea fritters—w/ fried whole chickpeas, heirloom tomatoes, and fresh mozzarella—were the best. Unfortunately was feeling a little under the weather. Hope to go back again someday soon, and next time I'll have dessert!

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