Tuesday, August 25, 2020

our very lives

 i get so mad sometimes at meetings when ppl spout opinions about sobriety. i'm kind of a big book thumper, maybe, tho not a zealot like some i've known, who get into rewriting the big book while entering ridiculous pronoun wars, not to help others, but to be high & mighty. poisonous. sometimes the human element of this wonderful, life-saving program is poisonous! most go into the drunk club pretty sick puppies... too many stay that way, & really, they need to shut their damned mouths! they will kill newcomers with their bullsh**, i think. :(

our very lives as ex problem drinkers depend on our constant thought of others. that's from the big book. yes people can get sober other ways like church, counselors, self-help, etc, but none of that worked for me. and psycho-babble, recovery talk, the bible, really none of it has valid place in the drunk meetings i attend, and new people don't know that unless i can model what is appropriate. even then, some never know what's appropriate due to outside issues, like someone i sponsored last year, but there was no sponsoring her bc her problem wasn't alcohol dependency. many people who come to meetings aren't alcoholic, especially if they've been court-ordered. and there's another issue.

today clancy, the guru of the pacific group (a hugely popular west LA drunk group that decrees women must wear dresses, men ties... whatever) passed away. he lived into his 90s, died sober, helped thousands, established the midnight mission, did so much good, tho surrounded by much controversy since "his" pacific group is considered a cult by many. (we aren't supposed to have leaders.) i watched a video today of clancy playing piano beautifully, an old show tune. he was a wonderful speaker. rest in peace.

i'm sponsoring someone now whom i'm worried about since this is a live or die thing not to be taken lightly, g**damn these people in groups & meetings spouting their stupid opinions!!!! we are the only big book a newcomer might ever see. stick to the book, people, or go someplace else! you will kill people who don't know better & think the drunk club is about "relapse prevention" and codependency & all those other concepts that certainly are valid,... tho not in the drunk club!!!

lastly, some of these sober geniuses were talking about how meetings AREN'T part of our program, but there's this, straight from the book: pp 159-160: "...a meeting [was] to be attended by anyone or everyone interested in a spiritual way of life. Aside from fellowship and sociability, the prime objective was to provide a time and place where new people could bring their problems."

the problem is, of course, too many people don't put heart & soul into working the steps, so they stay in that newcomer place, lives filled with problems.
problems are part of every life (into each, some rain must fall), but the 12 steps outlined in the big book offer a way to live "life on life's terms" without having to fall back into the certain death -- spiritual or physical --- of active alcoholism.

Sunday, August 16, 2020

yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!!!

i finished my modules for canvas! next week we'll do a sentence building unit in ELA as we await start of textbook (the khan academy video compares using verb tenses to being a "word wizard" ๐Ÿ˜…), build a dream home (perimeter and area) in math-uh-matics, and study gravitational force in science, with history on hold for now. which i'm grateful for. whew. i mean, with the world as it is now, all the wokeness, all the strife, all the venal evil crap going on, i DON'T want to teach traditional american history!!!! my friend tjarko said all countries are formed in conquest, james says all countries have history of genocide & injustice... (what about iceland, though?)... just don't wanna deal with it right now.

and we had so much pizza this weekend due to many visitors this weekend: stepson cody! ben and nick! i got to record a little boy voice part for nick's animation sci-fi short today. that was fun. then the rest of the day has been canvas oblivion, learning to build these lessons for virtual learning, socially-distanced school. didn't even take a walk today... no exercise at all, except mentally, learning canvas, moving pages, adding pages, retitling, adding graphics, writing, adding videos, taking stuff out, over and over and over and over! but now i'm done! and it's

time for bed & to read a bit before sleep. and my arm is healing! i can lift it more & more, bend it more & more! thank you, physical therapy! thank you, time, & old body still able to regenerate!

lastly, here is a picture of my james, who seems to be great at catching & killing deadly snakes! and another pic of me on my birthday bc i got so many compliments from it on fb. my dad til he was close to 60 looked  young... that may be my sittyation at least for right now. & now dad's near-80, but tho too-thin, in my opinion, he gets around quite well. i need to be grateful for this old flesh machine still able to move & breathe & not hurt too much.



Wednesday, August 05, 2020

yaaaaaaaaaaay!!


1. found out yesterday i don't need shoulder surgery
2.  got cortisone shot
3. shoulder now not hurting as badly
4. went last wk to az w/james & now visiting bakersfield seems not so hot
5. we had a great time & ate good food & saw much beautiful landscape while social distancing
6. i hiked & jogged w/penny in flagstaff & sedona. awesome sights.
7. just now finally got into canvas & so now i can start prepping to distance-teach!
8. wrote my canvas profile, read it to james, & he said it sounded cheerful.
9. uploaded to canvas profile accompanying pic he took of me on my 53rd bd in flagstaff hotel rm. he'd just given me a bd gift of little art print (quail under moonlight), cake, roses, sushi, sweet card, & more.
10. we are grateful, lucky, happy, w/good lives In Spite of It All. must never forget to be grateful.

Sunday, July 19, 2020

little house, little a*s, blablabla

this mini triceratops, near the house, was 3 in. long
(of course, itล› an endangered horny toad, in reality)
https://www.realtor.com/realestateandhomes-detail/221-Hickerson-Dr_Bakersfield_CA_93308_M98305-41943?view=qvhttps://www.google.com/maps/place/221+Hickerson+Dr,+Bakersfield,+CA+93308/@35.402876,-119.0343057,3a,75y,269.44h,90t/data=!3m7!1e1!3m5!1slDjtw-hsdKd9JoeeyHYdkA!2e0!6s%2F%2Fgeo2.ggpht.com%2Fcbk%3Fpanoid%3DlDjtw-hsdKd9JoeeyHYdkA%26output%3Dthumbnail%26cb_client%3Dmaps_sv.tactile.gps%26thumb%3D2%26w%3D203%26h%3D100%26yaw%3D269.43533%26pitch%3D0%26thumbfov%3D100!7i16384!8i8192!4m5!3m4!1s0x80ea69d201c2044b:0xafeec31f54517695!8m2!3d35.4028703!4d-119.0346048https://www.google.com/maps/place/221+Hickerson+Dr,+Bakersfield,+CA+93308/@35.402876,-119.0343057,3a,75y,269.44h,90t/data=!3m7!1e1!3m5!1slDjtw-hsdKd9JoeeyHYdkA!2e0!6s%2F%2Fgeo2.ggpht.com%2Fcbk%3Fpanoid%3DlDjtw-hsdKd9JoeeyHYdkA%26output%3Dthumbnail%26cb_client%3Dmaps_sv.tactile.gps%26thumb%3D2%26w%3D203%26h%3D100%26yaw%3D269.43533%26pitch%3D0%26thumbfov%3D100!7i16384!8i8192!4m5!3m4!1s0x80ea69d201c2044b:0xafeec31f54517695!8m2!3d35.4028703!4d-119.0346048
fat dog child, well loved
why can't i get anyone in the family to help buy this with me?? it would be a very cool project. younger family members might be able to live here in the future when they have the dough! this is a low-crime area near the freeway/kern river in bakersfield. not a fancy neighborhood, by any means, but not dangerous. that is of primo importance.
i could buy it by myself, but why? it should be a family thing. plus james & i are obsessing right now over buying a train caboose. and i am obsessing about fixing up our lil loafer trailer for mom & dad to glamp in. :) so the next preoccupation should sweep this one away quite soon.
oh well; maybe you'll read this & go buy it. what an investment opportunity! and think of all the neat "restoration hardware"  building material garbage that would be available for salvage & to make cool junk art & other creative things!
penny wore her rexspecs & after we had coffee chocolate slushies
this was the nicest, most fun hike i've ever had up mt pinos!
what a happy time for us both in our beautiful mountains.
nothing new here except my injured arm is a fractured humerus/ripped rc & bicep. after i hung up with the doc & told james, he was hooting, "my tough little cookie! my little stud!" proud of me for putting up w/pain since mid or late may when in fact i was just being a stubbornheaded ass about getting an mri sooner... my name is jenny, after all.  https://www.facebook.com/mammothdonkeys/photos/lucille-is-a-mammoth-donkey-jenny-stands-15-hands-3-lucille-is-not-for-sale-her-/283450832448688




Monday, July 06, 2020

"g*d helps three kinds of people: fools, lovers, & drunkards."

ohhhh my feet...
james looks so handsome here. my eyes are slits.
a quick search revealed there are variations on the above, so i just chose this one. no, it's not in the bible; that part's clear.
in 1995 i'd just gotten sober & missed the international drunk convention by 2 weeks. in 2000 & 2005, i got to attend wonderful events in minneapolis & toronto w/my 1st husband. in 2010, i went to san antonio w/a person whose function in my life was as placeholder for james. in 2015, i was too broke to go. in 2020, we were all signed up for detroit, but it was cancelled by covid.
i wanted to do something special to mark my july 4th 25th sobriety "birthday," so i went on a 25 kilometer trudge from our house out lockwood valley road & back. our road out to lake of the woods, where you turn onto LV, has a beautiful foot path w/forested village all around! i felt like i was walking in germany, like that one time w/james!  LV road isn't nearly as desolate as i thought & has a friendly lively serenity that made the trip so memorable. on LV road, i kept thinking i was in texas or in south dakota, not mere miles from our house.
ventura county line
did the last 3.1 miles (5k) w/penny dog, who wore her rexspecs obediently. the last miles were a slog; my body was doing fine til i got to my feet: those dogs were dead!! after slathering them w/tiger balm & napping, i went w/james to "the wolf meeting" near lake hughes where they have a wolf rescue place. they didn't have a 25 year chip, which i didn't think they would, so james presented me w/a paper bowl, flipped & topped w/candles, as everyone sang. i thought i'd found a sponsor, but the woman i asked is moving to colorado! damn. still, it was quite a lovely sobriety birthday, much better than most any in memory. :)
anyways, i'll keep looking for a sponsor, & here are some pix.

at this pt the road dropped off steadily, heading for ojai
ahh, heading back toward home now



not much further!

finished!

Friday, July 03, 2020

indy pendants daze

tomorrow is 25 yrs' sobriety for me.
i am going to do a trek.
thatล› all iแธฟ saying for now soล› i don´t blow it.
ps, hereล› another pic of james & me for his fans (obviously bc look @ my hair don´t - yet another fascin pho paw. *sigh*)

Monday, June 29, 2020

libraries closing

i feel sick...

monday june 29, 2020: Kern County residents, we have until 5 pm  today, Monday, to protest possible closing of all KC Libraries by board of supervisors vote. Please contact everyone you know who supports local libraries -- the number is 661-868-3640. You must mention agenda item #28. Thank you for spreading the word in these last final minutes. jennypage

Saturday, June 27, 2020

blablablablablablablablabla


the latest obsession - this is ville virtanen, & he reminds me of boris karloff... when i was younger/before i was mrs page, this would've gone in my "future ex-husbands" folder. i just love the  sad, saturnine face & everything about this actor in this series!
this (bordertown, original title sorjonen) was a swell show, not bc of plots, which oftenttimes tho luridly gripping seemed far-fetched, but mostly bc of the main character, pictured here, w/his brainy oddness & awkwardness, & i did love the cinematography w vastly lucious overhead shots of scandinavia, & the tough female cop of world-weary beauty. the show makes me want to study finnish...
sigh. the gnat-mind flits again.
in other news, i did NOT do something sh*tty last wk, & the world's a mess, it's in james's kiss, & i'm reading a book about punk rock & most of those ppl were pretty crappy humans. what a shock.
americans should speak out about injustice! i remember as a kid learning about "manifest destiny" &  wondering, "why did they think that land should be theirs when the 'indians' already lived there?" a country founded in genocide & slavery cannot have lasting peace. :(
in much smaller news, yet enormous in my life right now,
james + jenny = true love
nothing is harder or more worthwhile.


Wednesday, June 10, 2020

taking it eeeeeeeazzzzzzeeeeeeeeee

hi. i wrote a long screed about the the u.s. right now but ain´t gonna post it. too many others so much better-informed, even tempered, & brighter than i am are writing about & commenting upon it all... so instead, i got to attend a 12 step mtg from atlanta on zoom & now will post a picture of howlin' wolf bc today is his bd. he would be 110 yrs old. what a powerful & handsome man he was... wow... Howlin Wolf Stock Pictures, Royalty-free Photos & Images
billy watson called james ¨the modern-day howlin wolf," & more & more i understand it bc chester burnett was a real man´s man but not a pig, good to women. he performed w/ferocity, vulnerability, & complete commitment, was an original, searing performer, & also drove women nuts w/his silly, wild, lascivious antics. james doesn´t do the latter much nowadays, for which i, his wife, am very grateful.
so on to more topics that have nothing to do w/the foul, continually putrid actions of the imposter in chief & his minions... iแธฟ using this time of no teaching to work on yard art w/junk from the yard sale & came across this beautiful work: https://www.soosunnypark.com/unwoven-light
i don´t know whatล› going on w/james & i making an album, or CD, or downloadable, or whatever it would be... but iแธฟ grateful to have given my old clavinova to a deserving student so i could set up the old korg sp-250. mama bought it for me yrs ago in the pomona arts district, so itล› special for that reason & i haven´t been able to use it bc the external speaker broke & couldn´t find anyone to fix it, so i combined it w/my awesome roland amp which i ALSO can´t use at gigs bc it was in james´s rollover crash several yrs ago. the green hornet was totalled, but james came out somehow, amazingly, w/a sore shoulder, tho he was ejected from the vehicle during the crash. the amp, along w/lots of other gear, also went flying across several lanes of the I-5. and except for a volume level short circuit (its volume drops by half sometimes when it powers up), it works still! that is one tough husband... and one tough amp!!
anyways, this new set-up sounds so swell, i want to play the piano all day. so whenever we get going on recording, iฤบl be ready. :)
the other day we got to go out to eat in a restaurant after having had a bad experience w/rude ppl. so the timing was especially nice. i had baked potato w/fixins, green beans, & catfish. james had a chicken salad & fake beer. and we were happy to be out & about, tho cautiously.
hereล› our pic from that day. james gets more & more handsome all the time. <3 p="">Image may contain: 2 people, eyeglasses and closeup

finally got a new phone after nearly 5 yrs, so i snapped a pic of some of the last of this yrล› wildflowers.
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below is what my high school friend jenine posted on fb. she moved to new zealand after shrub (as molly ivins called him) was elected. she is brilliant, & in this case, she is correct.
"I have privilege as a White person because I can do all of these things without thinking twice about it...
I can go jogging (#AmaudArbery).
I can relax in the comfort of my own home (#BothemSean and #AtatianaJefferson).
I can ask for help after being in a car crash (#JonathanFerrell and #RenishaMcBride).
I can have a cellphone (#StephonClark).
I can leave a party to get to safety (#JordanEdwards).
I can play loud music (#JordanDavis).
I can sell CD's (#AltonSterling).
I can sleep (#AiyanaJones)
I can walk from the corner store (#MikeBrown).
I can play cops and robbers (#TamirRice).
I can go to church (#Charleston9).
I can walk home with Skittles (#TrayvonMartin).
I can hold a hair brush while leaving my own bachelor party (#SeanBell).
I can party on New Years (#OscarGrant).
I can get a normal traffic ticket (#SandraBland).
I can lawfully carry a weapon (#PhilandoCastile).
I can break down on a public road with car problems (#CoreyJones).
I can shop at Walmart (#JohnCrawford) .
I can have a disabled vehicle (#TerrenceCrutcher).
I can read a book in my own car (#KeithScott).
I can be a 10yr old walking with our grandfather (#CliffordGlover).
I can decorate for a party (#ClaudeReese).
I can ask a cop a question (#RandyEvans).
I can cash a check in peace (#YvonneSmallwood).
I can take out my wallet (#AmadouDiallo).
I can run (#WalterScott).
I can breathe (#EricGarner).
I can live (#FreddieGray).
I can ask someone to put a leash on their dog when it is required in the public park we are in (#ChristianCooper).
I CAN BE ARRESTED WITHOUT THE FEAR OF BEING MURDERED. #GeorgeFloyd
White privilege is real. Take a minute to consider a Black person’s experience today.
#BlackLivesMatter”
*I copied and pasted this...please do the same.

Monday, May 25, 2020

gunsmoke blues (1971) & not cool, not cula

this is the coolest thing i've seen in a while. can't believe i never knew about it til now!! wow...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ATwmyuhmeYGunsmoke blues| Documentary| Muddy Waters, Big Mama Thornton, Big ...Lights, Camera, Backbeat - Search
earlier we drove down to denny's at the grapevine & ate. it was not as exciting as i'd thought it would be after months out of restaurants: clean & quiet. somber, even, the few diners spaced generously. the waitstaff wasn't quite as good as i'd thought they'd be with so few ppl to serve. but heck, most ppl still are weirded out, including servers, likely, so i left a good tip, regardless. i just learned a work colleague friend's family member died last week of covid19. :( it's sure not hit our county like the eastern cities or (to much lesser extent) LA, but ppl are dying. it's not over. i will cautiously respect "reopening efforts," but also will continue to be careful & respectful of others' space, & if they don't respect mine, i can't give them a piledriver like james maybe would, but i can wear my mask & turn away.
so we came home & ended up watching a short interview w/"the last beegee," barry gibb, which isn't something i'd think i'd watch, but i was caught off-guard. james & i are of the age when the beegees were the biggest thing, & that's embarrassed me in past, but we watched it, moved to see that barry gibb is gentle, sincere, & kind. all of his brothers have died. my god. his grief is real, touchingly expressed. it made me remember a few summers back on vacation w/family, driving w/sis & bro-in-law in a gigantic rentavan & james & i singing aloud to beegee songs with soaring hearts (& falsettos).
we didn't have elvis & little richard, like mom & dad had (my god! what THEY had!!! unprecedented, never to be equaled!), but this was our youth. childhood pleasures are innocent, & i was happy with family in van to share sappy music from a time before i knew what i was supposed to like & dislike... i don't have to be "so cool, i'm cula," to paraphrase the movie american me.
a lamb across the road yells often, such a sad, insistent bleat. he is going off right now, poor little guy or gal. and being home, i have seen more beautiful birds these past months than ever. they likely are migrating during day when in normal routine i would be in the classroom. these birds, so vibrantly white, blue, red, yellow, & more, always cheer us. the lizards, too: seen more of those than ever before, some looking over 6 inches long (james has named two of them leroy & larry), & lots of grasshoppers/maybe locusts... sitting on the couch after the barry gibb show, listening to the birds, we took some photos w/our newish tablet, james recovering from an eye injury, me from badly cut bangs.
 boy, we sure are lucky. still not pushing up daisies, enjoying this nice weather, nature, some time for music & contemplation. no complaints here, not ever, i hope.

Monday, May 11, 2020

the pain! the pain!

on a familiar trail nearby, we found an unfamiliar stream :D
have you ever cooked something so tasty, you couldn´t stop eating, even though it burned the roof of your mouth with each painful bite?
i am doing that now. and really enjoying it!!
picked up a neat cookbook from the dollar store -- all recipes use tinned fish. so the other night i cooked a tuna pasta recipe & it was a hit, in jamesล› opinion. today i took the leftover sauce, rubbed it on halved french bread, added cheese, garlic, parsley, popped it in the oven on our new cast iron skillet on a film of olive oil. i thought it came out delicious!! james, not so much. i had described it as pizza, and his taste buds expected that.
more for me!
anyways, heล› not suffering any. that guy could live on iced tea, chicken and ice cream.
i keep telling him that be a great song title, something in the louis jordan vein. i think iฤบl write it right now!!
what are you reading? i am so excited: got in the mail running with sherman (chris mcdougall) & why we run (bernd heinrich). run run run! teach online school, run run run, online math class, play music, hang out with james, visit family, enjoy nature, enjoy pets, play my dumb little tablet game, clean, scavenge for & build stuff out of junk, too many zooms, but whoล› complaining... that´d be insane!
this is life for now... may you be healthy!

Monday, May 04, 2020

grizzled & grateful: let's make some music :D

since "this" all started, we've seen a big increase in ppls hiking up the hill beside our house, other side of the arroyo. right now as i type, what's different is the guy heading up seems to be talking to himself, wearing too-tight jeans, yammering at somebody unseen.
so i conclude even crazy ppl are outdoors now. was he driven crazy by sheltering in place? maybe always crazy? don't know.
people are social distancing, but going outside more. and spring is here. glorious spring! i read today that generation Z, even, is going to get burned out on the screens by this. and maybe once this time of virus passes, ppl will stay in the great outdoors... even the soft-bellied young ones, who once they see the light of day, might revel in it, realizing how greater is the joy of stretching limbs in the presence of mother earth compared to tapping away at an uncaring mobile device.
as for us, we is happy. grizzled & grateful, as you can see here. unshaven, gray haired, kinda grubby from yardwork & being homebodies, but what a great time lately has been! mom & dad traveled here today to see the wildflowers, so we headed out 138 toward the mohave. james knows every turn in the road now, w/his frequent travels to that area these days. there was some kinda super bloom in session, wide carpets of gold blossoms exploding for miles, and yellows & purples, too, less dramatic, just as  lovely. then we headed down 3 pts road, exclaiming over and over and over, how beautiful! how pretty! wow! how nice! nature everyplace. nature doesn't care a toenail about shelter in place. we got out many times to look at vistas, flowers, rocks, streams (we spied one the other day, too, a surprise shushing down a canyon we have hiked, wiping out part of the trail, but what a delight to find!) then it was back home to give puppy girl her eye meds (she is so good & compliant about it all) & eat cookies & taco bell & strawberries; what a nice time.
yesterday here at the house we played music for long hours, such a welcome. haven't done that for a long time. then he tells me a friend of his for decades (of course! james has more friends than i can count!) said some time back he wanted to record a james & jenny CD. whoopee! why not? teaching school remotely is extra-busy business, but music? life without music is no life, to paraphrase vonnegut. let's make a record!

Wednesday, April 08, 2020

sheltering in place

facetiming w/mama & dad (later we will try zoom w/them)
peewee & penny crash the women's zoom mtg

looking toward tejon ranch & I-5 from the trail
early wildflowers on the high school x-country trail

spring storm two days later


Saturday, April 04, 2020

not sick in a time of sickness; goodness prevails

knock wood.
so strange to be feeling physically well, when so many are ill all around. :(
i was ill for the longest ever (yet in this life), about 43 days. however, this week, it finally lifted except for lingering congestion. been able to jog/hike with dog girl again, a wonderful thing! after all, we humans are inherent runners. (see bernd heinrich, why we run, as well as a host of other titles, primarily born to run by christopher macdougall.)
dr anthony fauci is 79, works up to 20 hr days as head of disease control for our country, still finds time to jog/power walk 3.5 miles daily. he's fit a a fiddle, doing major good for us all, contradicting the blowhard-in-chief as needed, telling the truth! a brave, hale old man... like our dad if he'd chosen medicine & public office rather than education!
amazed not to be ill, waiting for students on zoom.
still not pushing up daisies.
james returned from southern cal speaking ominously of night-time roving gangs in face masks, bored young a**holes made dangerous by idle time & lack of morals/maybe finances, but definitely morals. however, except for a porky dude on a quad i spotted scoping out houses last wk up & down our road, i've seen mostly good acts during "this uncertain time." jim from our favorite show the office made a heartfelt video, some good news, posted on youtube & enjoyed by millions. angie & mama are making masks, many, many masks. many, many are making many, many masks! -- donating masks to ppl w/o them so they will feel safer. yes, the masks don't help medically, but as the LA mayor said, they serve as reminders... please, keep your distance. at least for now.
(maddy informed me fashion masks already are a thing in korea...)
i was meditating & heard the words, "god sent this to get rid of t*ump!" instantly,  knew that was ridiculous, but still, "shelter-in-place" definitely runs counter to t*ump's philosophy of money, greed, me over you, domination, ignorant sputtering bullying, spend spend spend, give it all to me. ads on tv speak (disingenuously, for the sale, but still speak) of family, togetherness. ppl cannot go out & idly spend, tho i spose the true shoppers can plow ahead online (some have speculated -- half-jokingly, mebbe -- that the virus was started by amazon).
i got 10 boxes of books from sue, our thoughtful local librarian, yesterday. was able to PACK our little library & put word out locally online. hope ppl get books before the snow hits tomorrow & this week.
one neat phenom is video mtgs, which, i read, have let the genie out of the bottle: ppl don't need to commute hours daily to get to work; the lonely don't have to be isolated. one drunk mtg, broadcasting from the yukon, featured over 500 ppl! major "experience, strength, & hope" was on display at that one... :) i've gotten to call, text, email, & zoom w/my students & their families in effort to stay in touch, but no zoom this wk w/my dear kiddies bc of spring break. so last night, james & i started making music again, had a fun "jam session," & w/work brain shut down for this upcoming staycation wk, musical ideas started to seep to the surface. music brain & work brain seem to be exclusive in me for some reason, so mebbe song creating will be another good to come of this unprecedented time in our lives.
may you be well, stay safe, make something good, share it.

Wednesday, March 25, 2020

teaching online, teaching online, teaching online, teaching online

the future of america (we can relax)
vickie and one of her humans
how are you? i am a remote teacher now -- not in temperament, but in physical space from my students. my students are now doing what i did at NCOC SF: distance learning. i am happy. i want to tap dance. i am speaking by phone with my kiddies, and friday we'll have a zoom meeting, so i'll be able to see them. yay! i love my students. one is a bright, artistic, handsome boy from el salvador (w/equally sturdy, friendly brother & father). his beautiful mother used to attend my english classes at the library, & the boy sent pix of some of his animals. his family leads a pastoral life out in lockwood valley, a golden plane rimmed by forest about 10 miles west. when i told him that i loved pigs & asked if they raise them for meat or for pets, he sent me a pic of a pig they have named vickie, writing, "vickie is now your pigy [sic]." (one hour later...) i've gotten to help a student walk through/talk through a division problem & some add/subtract, discuss PE ideas, a ray bradbury story i assigned, etc etc... out the window the sky is blue, blue, blue with snow expected this eve; only feet away, western bluebirds, brilliantly colored -- nearly cerulean, w/tan chests -- are peeping & flipping through the tree branches like tiny aerialists.
james is away at lake hughes helping others; charts show the virus is leveling out in california; i will see my kids friday for a zoom meeting; & on day 37 of my illness (NOT covid-19; i was tested!) i continue to get better... considering this is life on life's terms, all is good, very good.


Friday, March 20, 2020

my hero part 1,000,000,000,000...

james posted the entry below on facebook along w/one of the pix lisa knapp sent him from a photo shoot he had done in hollywood when he was about 20, he thinks, & was pointed toward acting til he got too busy with music. what a glamour-puss! dad said, upon receiving the photo from james, "i'm looking at a picture of a young stud." mama said, as i thought she would, "you're cuter now!"
the writing below is typical james, & it's garnered lots of comment. what got me was what he said: "i wrote it to try to make people feel better. and me, too. i wanted to feel better."
i thought of my post below & realized what a troll i can be.
james wanted to make people laugh. that's what he does. that's only one of his methods of rescue. (at his last show, last sunday, he threw toilet paper to the crowd between songs.)
i can learn a lot if i really look at what he does before i do most anything
. my hero. :) enjoy the post.
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Hello, James here. I don't get involved in most stuff that flies around on social media, & I'm not worried about getting the virus myself. My body is full of all sorts of wonderful mind bending manic inducing goodies........There is, however, one thing I'm not happy about......Here goes.... I've been playing music in bars, honkey tonks, at weddings, birthday parties, bike runs, festivals, freaky bachelorette slut parties, freakier bachelor parties with dudes I used to think were decent people acting like they have never seen a naked woman in person ( Yes Bill Bloughst, that means you, freak boy) house parties, Elk's, Moose, V.F.W. halls and just about every other place that does not have a stage, air conditioning, bathrooms that don't stink......Anyways, I'm getting off track here. Here's what I'm getting at. Almost every place I've ever played at (been doing music since I was 16, see photo), at the end of the night, I steal the toilet paper.....Have not paid for a$$ wipe for 35 years. It's the only crime against civillians that I continue to be actively involved in. It's one of the only adrenaline rushes I get to have...Stealing toilet paper, WOOOHOOO. Well, that's all over. C19 (whatever it's called) came to town, & the bars, honkey tonks etcetera have been closed, I can't get my T.P. hustle on, never kept any spare rolls around, i'd just bag some more Sat. night at Shenanigan's or whatever tight a$$ed establishment fired me for singing about humpin', beating up some jack a$$ that would not quit doing what I told him not to do or some ding bat assistant manager dude or chick that refuses to turn off the go#%#mn juke box or the jockstrap contest on the 75 inch hd plasma, surround sound, built in E.S.P.N flat screen....You know, the one that's less than 5 inches from your head while you're singing? $h*t!
To make a long story longer, my shows are all cancelled -- not just mine, all my incredibly talented, hard working people in our So. Cal. blues, rock, rockabilly, hillbilly, jazz, tribute bands, karaoke hosts (what's up, Maria?) kitchen staff, all my fav. super cool bartenders (Dave Hayden, Bro. Thomas Wheeler, Avocado Sandra) and most of all, the wonderful extended family a musician is blessed with. The music lovers. I don't like the word "fan" -- I consider the people who come down to the club and join us in our super duper lowdown, dirty, nasty, funky, boogie woogie roller coaster rides to be my friends. Heck, a lot them have become part of my family. This whole thing sucks, we know that. Worst of all, I've got to go immediately to the throne and feed the warden (Prison jive for having to go poo poo).
There's no Charman to sqeeze at the Piggly Wiggly, and worst of all, no show to play, no way to quiet the carnival in my brain, and no more toilet paper to steal.........Fu##! I didn't see this one coming. I love and miss all of you. please be good to each other -- we'll get through this thing. Goodbye, I've got to find a corn cob........

Monday, March 16, 2020

our turn

it's our turn to suffer. when people around the world have suffered, so very often, due to man-made troubles/tragedies or mother nature's volatile whims, i don't hear those around me expressing concern for more than a week or two (including me). 
the shelves in stores are empty. the richer the store, the emptier the shelves. james says, "poor people don't have time to worry about the end of the world." he went out in the snow to run final errands "before the storm hits" & came back grinning cheerfully. he had seen a friend of his who lives in the riverbed under the bridge & asked how he was doing. "i'm good, man," the friend said. "i never use toilet paper, anyway!"
james has been saying "the grid is going down" since i met him. he saw stuff like that happen in the military. he's doing fine right now, not a fear. he just continues to quote men in black (people are dangerous animals) & tell me "we're gonna be fine, baby. i'm trained for this!"
we went to walmart saturday. all looked normal til we went by the food aisles, the cleaning product aisle, the paper aisles. there was a barricade in front of winco; they were limiting the number of people who could enter. aldi was limiting purchases to two of this, four of that. the rice i bought had a tear in the box, so i went back to get another... but there was no more. at all. 
 the most hard-hit of all was the long beach whole foods that is located in a brand new behemoth of a spankingly expensive westside-style mall that was dropped where one of our favorite decrepit motels had been. this whole foods was empty, empty, empty... well, about 70% so... and full of determined, well-fed, athletic anglo people in expensive casual wear.
yes, those folks in their north face & lululemon gear definitely use toilet paper.
they have time to shop. they may have extra home, fridge, freezer space. they have the income to buy it all. and to hell with everyone else as they grab theirs & everyone else's, too.
i heard about biden's calming speech, but seems to've come too late. americans are freaking out from coast to coast. relatives in texas & kentucky say it's just as nutty out there.
meanwhile, the italians are singing on balconies.
yes, we consumerism-brainwashed americans definitely are sick. :(
anyways, i haven't posted in a while bc i've been physically sick since feb 19. it's not cov-d 19... it's not! it's not!!! i have self-diagnosed flu into acute bronchitis into maybe walking pneumonia into ear infection... but yesterday was nice when james propped me up to go w/him to his "birthday gig," which wouldn't've been possible today bc the governor has ordered the bars closed to stomp out this virus. sat we'd had such a nice dave's bbq lunch with "my side" of the family, then yesterday outback w/"his side." in the emptied middle-class restaurant comfort, hygienically clean, we had so much good eating, so much good sharing. we are so very fortunate. then we drove to his gig at the marina & i graded papers in the car, like last sat not willing to be around a bunch of ppl & hazard worsening my health, then i walked in the eve, feeling so weary as is my usual this past month, & looked at the beachy scene & thought once again, man, this is nice, but definitely not my thing, then i picked him up & we had shake shack & drove home. i laid back & rested & he sang along w/& exhalted the musical excellence of bob wills & the texas playboays as the wind knocked the little red car around the road...
today the snow finally is sticking. it's been too warm all day, so it's been coming down then melting, but now, looks like about 4 inches already in the past half hour. so turns out they were right to call a snow day. schools will be closing for a month come wednesday, so i think they were equivocating a bit, too, anticipating that, closing it today to get a jump on things. looks like so many kids would've been gone today, anyhow, parents keeping them home to be safe. likely very few kids will come to school tomorrow, so maybe they'll call a snow day tomorrow, too, since it's sposed to come down pretty heavily thru then.
i cried on james's shoulder when i learned about our schools closing. i'll miss my students a lot. i'm sad for us all, but it's our turn. hope we teachers do get called to be disaster workers like i read we could so we can take food to families & i can visit my students.
i am worried about the poor up here. but we sure are good, even w/my crappy health, & tomorrow is james's birthday. wash your hands & stay safe.

Friday, February 21, 2020

elderberry, cherry cherry, blackberry, port and cherry

https://youtu.be/g0lmX06odhw
james just told me this is sonny terry & brownie mcgee!
i pulled up this song because i just had my first taste of elderberry syrup, & it cut my flu to the point that i was able to get out of bed!!! i love elderberry syrup!! it is delicious, & articles i just read state that research backs that it can cut flu symptoms by four days.
get some elderberry syrup!

Thursday, January 30, 2020

i don't get around much anymore

https://youtu.be/Snixos3tr6g - only known tv footage of piano red, says the description... i think this shot might also contain... jan michael vincent? maybe? very cool. very very cool. i mean, the piano red part. i don't know anything about jmv except as a face on tv in the 70s. the best parts of the video are red playing & singing; red talking; & red not moving an extra muscle, just keeps playing while a tv-show fake fight breaks out right by him, red true in the manner of the boogie-woogie players of barrel houses of old.
the show must go on.
and the stupidest part is tony franciosa saying, "red, play me some blues. some real low-down blues," with that cheesy grin on his face.

Monday, January 27, 2020

Sober

There's a funny song by Piano Red by that name. When you're sober, you agree to no longer imbibe artificial instantaneous (tho temporary) relief. A sober person's just gotta take life's lumps and learn to deal w it, be willing to grow up, to show up, to give up... All that, tho, to get a life.
I've been sober 1 day at a time for 8,973 days. If I continue, I will get to celebrate 25 yrs w/o booze in Detroit at the world convention July 4 wknd. Nothing's more important & this whole life I get to live rests on my sobriety.
But most ppl don't stay sober. Jails institutions and death are the usual. Or going on day after interminable day. Or repeatedly stumbling, which I think over time would beat a soul down.
So far that's not been my lot.
I am supremely thankful, & I pray right now, again & again, that I don't forget.