Light a Fire

Been horribly dismissive regarding this blog all year. Flat out lazy is the description that should be used to define my attitude. Not proud of it. 

Self generating a fire re light.  

I've been focusing time to my photography. Given the original intent of this blog was to include images, makes sense to exercise that option. So here are a few to contemplate. :-)

2010, 2012, 2014

I must say the World Series was one for the ages.  Most of the country didn't watch it but I don't care.  True baseball fans did and what they saw was TEAM ball.  Both KC and SF showed how the game should be played.  Hats off to Kansas City for a valiant effort and their cinderella season. 

However, we scratched, clawed and pitched our way to victory. Unbeleiveable moments of key hits, fielding and pitching. 

 The SF Chronicle issued a commemorative edition. On the 3rd page were  thanks from the Giants organization. 15 simple sentences. 

When I read them a week after we'd won I started crying like a baby. Tears of pure joy.  Here are the ones that set me off.

To Brian Saban and his scouts who signed rookie sensations Joe Panik, Matt Duffy and Andre Susac, who all started the season just hoping to make the bug club.

To The Beast who pulled a Willis Reed to save the NLCS Game 5 in the 8th.

To Angel Pagan whose wings we rode to get here.

To The Panda, Mr. Rocktober, rocketing balls all over the park from both sides of the plate and snagging everything that came near his den.

To Madison Bumgarner, the big kid left hander, who picked up the whole team, the whole city, the whole Giants nation, put em on his massive shoulders and carried us all home.

And to the 43 thousand in The Park and millions around the globe who would not stop believing.

To all those we, with delight at being repetitive say;

TOGETHER WE ARE CHAMPIONS!!!

Told my friend Christa we are going to opening day next year, no matter what the tickets costs.  My boys, my team! Simply love them!!!

October is Baseball

My Giants OWN October. 

Yes we lost the NL West championship to the Dodgers BUT they got their asses handed to them by St. Louis. HA!!!  

All the money in the world can't overcome a disruptive locker room and egos. Not to mention the belief that Kershaw was God.  How good as he been in post season Dodgers lovers?  0-2.  I rest my case. 

Baseball is a TEAM sport. Dodgers are not a team, merely a collective of egos who masquerade as one. They were finally exposed when it counted. 

We are battling the St. Louis Cards for the NLCS title. NOT them. A moment of glee. 

Giants OWN October.

My scratch and claw Gigantes are 1-1 vs the Cards as we fight for the honor to play in the World Series.  Game 2 in St. Louie were were down 2-0 early. Fought back and tied. Cards went up. We fought back and tied ( a passed ball helped) and went into the 10th tied 4-4. Alas a walk off home run vs. Romo and we lost 5-4. A bit disheartening but also a game that showed our collective resilience. Heads held high. 

Traveled home from St. Louis yesterday and play a day game at beautiful PacBell this afternoon. (It should either be PacBell or Willie Mays Field. Don't 
like calling AT&T). 

Honestly, nothing better than Giants baseball in the Fall.  Nothing!!! 

Batter up!

Friday

Random rambles. Have poison oak. Not fun. Rarely get it but my luck ran out.
Vacuumed about 2 hours ago.  Emma just down from her perch in the closest. She's forgiven me. Coop was out and about 10 mins after I put the Hoover beast away.  Played with the toy mouse I'd discovered when I moved the couch.
Weather has cooled a bit. Thankfully. The humidity, a rarity for LA, has been exhausting. Some great days of work for two different shows, Stalker and Criminal Minds.  Pleased with what I found and offered.  Grating to have the Dodgers 3.5 games up on my boys.  GRATING!!!!  Bill has had some a fib issues.Had to cancel his flight back to see his Mom. They zapped him at Cedar's but it didn't take. 2 days later the heart, on it's own, returned to a normal rhythm. Phew.  Weekend will be uneventful. Just how I like them. Quiet and subdued.

Fun on The Job

It is possible for me to have fun on the job. Honestly.  Take today for example.  Thought about renewing the orange cone blog posts.  Entitled this one Stage Fright.

Then this image made me laugh aloud.  Pretty much sizes up life in the big scheme of things.  Garbage.

Yep, silliness and some smiles today.

July 1

3 mile jaunt this morning following 8 days of sloth. A bit sluggish in my climb but nothing I couldn't overcome.  Presently enjoying coffee and the cross breeze as I sit in my Ikea reading chair. June gloom continues weatherwise. Excellent. In denial knowing the Dodgers won last night. My Gboys were idle. Dodgers won which means they are in 1st place. Giants have imploded and their 9 and 1/2 game lead evaporated. Wouldn't be so bad if it were the Padres or Diamondbacks in first, but its the Dodgers, the frigging Dodgers!!! Great, I've depressed myself. I'll talk about Emma and Cooper instead. That will make me smile. Emma has surprised me and enjoys early A.M. mini excursions out in the hall. In fact Ms. Peculiar leaps out into the hall when I open the door for her.  Cooper, call me Bwana, treks as far as the open window to the fire scape at the end of the hall. He's mesmerized by the vast expanse he sees when he looks out the window. He won't go any farther. Nearly had a stroke when a bird flew by. Dashing back down the hall meowing in terror. Emma's sojourns are more nuanced. Slow and precise steps. However,  the other day she went down the stairs. Alas, a neighbor exited her apartment, which startled Emma, who froze momentarily and then became airborne in her desire to return to the safety of our apartment. Looked as though a large grey and white presto log had been haphazardly chucked in the air and then bounced to a stop. Quite a site to behold. Took her a couple of hours to come out from beneath the bed. Each has enjoyed the sights and sounds of the hall whilst I've read my emails and enjoyed my coffee this morning. Both explorers are now sound asleep. Cooper under the bed. Emma, curled up atop the scratcher. Don't tell anyone but she's a catnip addict. The scratcher is riddled with it. In fact as her pusher I need to buy a new one today. Along with more cat food and litter. PETCO here I come. 

South Beach

Naw, never been.  However, have for the past two weeks been on the South Beach diet. Tired of having a basketball shaped head and ass.  Never wavered as my body craved sugar and unhealthy carbs and have lost a chin because of my diligence.  Very pleased.  Pat on the back, thank you very much.  Did have a bout of lightheadedness which lasted longer than I wanted, nearly 5 days but it only precluded me from hiking the trail in pre dawn hours.  Fearful I'd topple over the edge.  Cause was the body rebelling against the loss of sugar etc.  All good now so back up early and out the door.  Fog was along the trail this morning. 

This woman exhausts me. Does she drive up to the Observatory to run up the trail?  Hell no!! She bikes up, then runs the trail.  

Anyway, pleasant outing.  I'm calling this one Marina in the Mist.

Memorial Whatever

As a loner stuck in LA, I rarely spend holiday weekends out and about. For me they are endless hours of sloth hidden from view.  Good, bad or indifferent, the time is mine to spend how I please.  TV marathons are often enjoyed, along with good reads, sinful calories and the pleasure of napping.  What's not to like?

I Was 9

when the disappointment of life literally shattered at my feet. I was fascinated by such things as dinosaur fossils, Northern Lights and The Painted Desert at that age.  Once, when my grandmother visited, she'd brought me a small paper weight filled with the colored sands of the Painted Desert. I loved that paper weight and proudly placed it in the inkwell of my school desk for all my classmates to admire. (Dang, makes me sound ancient but we still had wooden desks in 3rd grade.) Loved admiring the muted colored sand layers. It was a treasure. For reasons I can't recall the paperweight toppled to the floor one day and shattered. The heart break wasn't in the breakage, the heart break was discovering it had all been a lie. The glass had been painted from the interior to give the illusion of layers of colored sands. The weight contained plain old beach sand.  To this day I recall the hurt. The disappointment. It was all a bold face lie.  The shock never went away. Skepticism took hold. 

Hi Ho

January huh?!? Last time I've posted. Wish I could say I've been extremely busy but the sad reality is that I've been extremely lazy. Why lie?  That, and not anything of note to comment on. Have been reading a lot which has been enjoyable. Some great reads and some major disappointments. The highly touted The Goldfinch falling into that category. Started off great but mid story line it all fell apart for me. Devil in the White City and The Museum Of Extraordinary Things, kept my interest through out. Reading a murder mystery set in Dublin now, In the Woods by Tana French. So, time for me to pour a second cup of coffee, and turn some pages. It's early, it's quiet, it's time.