Saturday, April 30, 2011

It's a Temblor

Not a tremblor.  

 Arizona roadcut reveals fault lines, taken on the fly (we're not stopping).
More drive-by photography.  I find fault lines to be deeply interesting...imagine the force of movement the earth must have made when creating these shifts.

Temblor is from the Spanish word 'Temblar', to shake.  It means exactly what we think it means, and it comes from the Latin:  tremulus, to shake.  Since California is a hotbed of shaking, and California once belonged to the Spanish, it makes some sense to me that we call earthquakes by what is essentially an Spanish word.  I do wonder, however, how temblor came to be in common usage.

I've been addicted to the Pacific Northwest Earthquake Tracker for quite a while now.  It records any earthquake larger than a 1.0 on the Richter scale.  Today, there have already been three; 1.1, 1.3 and 1.7 in various parts of the Puget sound area.  Yesterday there were 9 of them, three of which were at (surprise!) Mt. St. Helens.  St. Helens has not gone quiet, and there are several small quakes beneath Mt. Rainier on any given week, as well.

The only time that I have noticed a long period of earth quiet was for three days after the recent 9.0 quake in Japan.  We're all connected...sobering, isn't it?  I consider those daily mini quakes a comfort, a little 'steam' being let off, so to speak.  

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

And the (heart) beat goes on!

Youngest daughter had her cardiology check up today. They really want her to have a further open heart surgery to allow her heart to pump more blood, but since she's not any worse off this year than she was last year, we stay in a holding pattern for another year. She's made it 27 years on her three chambered heart, which got rearranged into 3 1/2 when she was two years old.  She was the first with her defect (double outlet right ventricle) to have a successful repair, and that is really saying something.  

Time to exhale :)

Don't you want to come and play?

I've been taking care of Charlie for a week now.  I thought it would be fun to teach her to 'shake' when she gets a treat.  After all, she's great at sit and stay, so why not?  It really, really isn't happening!  She jerks her paw away and looks at me like I'm a crazy person.  I haven't given up, but...

A couple of nights ago she was on the edge of the bed (as above) and dropped her toy over the edge.  I got up and retrieved it.  As soon as I sat back down at the keyboard she dropped it again.  As I retrieved it she did a teeny doggie dance of joy and I realized...she had trained me to retrieve the toy in only two tries!  

Well today is a better day, even if I'm off to the cardiologist with daughter #3.  It is fascinating to watch her get a cardiac ultrasound, even if the reason for it is borderline terrifying.  


Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Charlie and the Giant Tomato

Posing in handmade Rwandan baskets.  Sold by the Rwanda Basket Co., whose motto is "Changing lives one basket at a time.", these baskets are beautiful, well made, and very reasonable priced.  Once thing that I truly loved when I received mine is the card attached to each one that tells the story of the person who made that basket.  Normally I keep other things in the larger one, not a doggie!
I didn't notice the cigarette butt on the curb until I put the photos on the computer, but it does illustrate how teeny tiny Charlie is!  Our little elf-dog.

Monday, April 25, 2011

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Blog Rambling

Blogs I want to go back to:

What I have learned as I've wandered randomly through blogland: I think I'd really like living in Ireland. A great many people are so into scrapbooking (which should not even be a verb) that they devote entire blogs to it. I still don't get that. There are so many talented photographers and artists out there! Resisting hitting the 'translate' button would be a great way for me to brush up on my Spanish and French, and sometimes I even do it.

Portuguese still looks like funny Spanish to me. When I saw Four Days In September (with Alan Arkin, who should have been nominated for an Oscar for his performance), the movie was took me at least a third of the movie to realize why that Spanish sounded so 'different'. In my own defense however, I saw the movie right after an emergency root canal. And then I went to see The Spanish Prisoner (with an amazing performance by Steve Martin) at a different theater directly after that. David Mamet definitely messed with my mind that day. Well it was a rare weekend off from the kids and I wasn't letting a mere root canal mess it up...

You can learn a lot about a person by observing the amount of whipped cream they pile onto their pumpkin pie. There sure are a lot of Christian mothers who blog, but very few men who identify themselves as Christian fathers. When you share your birthday with a nephew, it's fun to have a garbage truck on your cake (what a great aunt this lady is!).

I've been cruising blogs to use up time until an Ebay auction I've been watching is done. While I really really really want the lot of Morgan Hill Poppy Jasper (only another rockhound would understand), it's going for over $40.00 now! I may put another bid in just for kicks, but I think there are rockhounds more insane than me that would immediately overbid me. Wait, it's up to 45.44 now! Craziness! Three minutes to go...can I restrain myself? I once had a boyfriend who lived in Morgan Hill (I am not making this up)...but the Scottish in me will keep my dollars in my pocket. One more minute...I'm not even tempted. 45 seconds...shucks I really wanted it...and it ends at $45.44. My brother lives a few miles from Morgan Hill...I'll go find my own darned poppy jasper! Guess I'll go obsess over the Crazy Lace Agate Slab instead....

Saturday, April 23, 2011

The Blue Pete

We were trying to find the Harley Davidson dealership in Las Vegas, and feeling pretty scattered and confused. We wound up turning around in the back parking area of the Rio hotel. That is where we ran across The Blue Pete. Fully on board now with my drive by photography, Pete said, take a photo, take a photo! I also wish I had taken a photo of the guy who was pushing a baby in a stroller back and forth across an otherwise deserted part of the lot. Strange...

Imagine how much more cool this photo would have been if I had taken the time to place the tomato in the picture!  Fact is, I was so whacked out by the very state of being that Las Vegas brings upon you that I never even thought of it.
The front side of the Rio, in true drive by fashion.  I'm saying it again...Las Vegas fried my brain.

Bay Area Brain Tumor Walk

Every year, a group of friends get together as Team Jolly Rogers and raise money for brain tumor research. It's that time of year!

I'm happy to be able to donate again this year, in the memory of my mother, Jeanne. After fighting ovarian cancer, she eventually succumbed to brain cancer. We love you, Mom!

Mom was a big fan of sliced, salted tomatoes, and sliced tomato sandwiches. I wonder if this has something to do with the theme of this blog? Now that is something I hadn't previously considered :)) (I can hear her now...oh SANDRA...)

Friday, April 22, 2011


This sculpture and Santa Fe caboose are at the Grand Canyon Harley-Davidson dealership in Bellemont, Arizona. I am thinking that the sculpture is a memorial to someone (wait, I shall call them and find out!)(this is what a telephone is for!).

After calling three Arizona dealerships, I finally located the one I needed. I thought we had stopped at the Prescott dealership, but no. They directed me to the Mayer dealership...and yet another no. The Bellemont dealership is it. I'm glad I asked...the guy who made it just loves creating things.

I stop at Harley dealerships anytime I go to a new part of the country. Christy (I love you, Christy!) takes care of my daughter (who has down syndrome) while I am gone. She has three kids (ok they are young adults now) with DS, rides a Harley, and collects dealer pins. Theresa at this dealership helped me find four different pins to take to Christy. Theresa, btw, was a truly kindred soul, to whom I wish the best of luck in her new job!

While I check out the pins and poker chips, Pete caresses and croons to the Harley's in the shops. I will not be surprised at ALL if he buys a Harley one of these days...he surely does want one.

I am sad to report that our tomato did not make it this far into the trip...can we all say, buy a plastic tomato?

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Drive By Photography

And the home of the...

I think this may have been the moment when I realized that we were in for something really special in Death Valley. Grand Canyon? An anticlimax...

Heading into Death Valley National Park, sunset nearing. We were hoping to get to Stovepipe Wells before dark, and we almost did. The shadow makes it look as though we were in a sedan instead of a Ford Explorer...just blame it on a drape of the mountainside.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Page, Arizona

Glen Canyon Dam and Page, Arizona at night. Not bad without a tripod :)

Lake Powell in the Glen Canyon National Recreation Area, Page, AZ.

Page/Wahweap Marina on Lake Powell near Page, AZ

The tomato was back at the motel, chilling out...nothing but gorgeous sunsets this time :)


Monday, April 18, 2011

Not THAT kind of tripping!

Although I do have fond memories of THAT kind of tripping, the Tomatoes trip in the more traditional manner. Riding along in a car, preferably in the cooler, they are mainly along for the ride...

Commenting on the events of the day, hanging in there and trying to preserve their freshiosity, or posing on the odd sign, they always have a saucy point of view.

In a nod to what was reportedly Jerry Garcia's favorite movie of the 60's, I made it out to Zabriskie Point while visiting Death Valley National Park. Having slipped and fallen on my *** while visiting the salt flats earlier in the day, the slog up the hill to the viewing area was not fun...ouch my knee, and ouch the hip I landed on.

When I saw, really SAW this place, I got it. That's all. I got it.

Taking this Tomato on the Road