pWdumaNjA-6CEEBhRoD5euxNETs When All This Actual Life Played Out: January 2015

25 January 2015

You don't don't call

Milton. Eating a candy cane
6 January 2015

I was un-decorating the Christmas tree (or ripping things off the branches, take your pick) when the cat stood on his hind legs and whacked a candy cane off the coffee table. He then leapt under the table and started batting the thing around, paws wrapped around the table leg, until he'd gotten enough of the wrapper off and then he settled down to lick it.

Yes, my cat (apparently) eats candy canes.

At least until I took it away from him, visions of bowel obstructions dancing in my head.


Yup, I get it. I know. I know. I know. News. NEWS.

And you looked and got no love.

So let me assure you: YES. Okay? YES.

Plans. They are in the works.

Many plans. Waaaaay too many plans. Thousands of plans.

(That should sound familiar).

There's been death, funerals, a pseudo holiday celebration, finals, college applications, senior project filming, and finally, when I thought there would be time to breathe, I came down with the flu.

So really, I haven't been breathing. No, I mean: literally. Not breathing.

But I'm better now. Almost breathing.

(And the last two days, running a school function).

Not breathing. But definitely running.

And finding my way.

Tech stuff: Taken with my iPhone6. Years ago, my 8th birthday to be exact, my mother distracted me from opening my presents by asking me to guess what was in the packages. I did, precisely. How did you know? she asked, mystified. Indeed, how did I? See what I did there? Birthday. I say again: it will be epic.

11 January 2015

Another day of filming

Irvine, California
11 January 2015
The rain scotched the outdoor portions of the shoot, but the indoor part proceeded apace.
Tech stuff: Taken with my iPhone6.

09 January 2015

New year, new plan

Citadel Outlets
Los Angeles, California
4 January 2015

We've spent a lot of time to-ing and fro-ing between Los Angeles and Orange County in the last year, so naturally, there's been a lot of the 5 Freeway (and even more of the 57 which I could happily live my life and never see again). I was inordinately happy when I saw the big red ribbon atop the outlet mall at the beginning of the holidays. It created a moment in a time when the holidays were nothing more than an afterthought.

Despite all the sorrow that's gone before, I've felt a sneaking sense of renewal. Despite all the pain, I feel that I could be capable again.

New year, new plan.

Well...plan. There is a plan to regain physical strength. There's a plan to hang up my car keys and not make the evil drive through Santa Ana anymore (coming in June).

(Two words: GO PRO! When I get a really good video of what that drive can be like, I swear I'm going to post it. And you think I've been making it all up...)

There's a sort of amorphous plan to go to Europe in the autumn (which might be called wishful thinking, but hey, if wishes were airplanes). There's a piano that needs to be played and a camera I really ought to get acquainted with, especially since the spouse just bought me a rocking camera bag.

(The camera sort of was a casualty of that spinal injury. Carrying a camera bag became more trouble than I could talk myself into, but you know, I'm open to possibility. And the iPhone really doesn't cut it for me, not even with the camera on my new 6--yes, I did.)

So, plans. And yeah, we all know what happens when you make plans, which is why my contingency is flying by the seat of my pants. Can you say Moline? St. Paul? San Juan? The Shetland Islands? A bone-chilling fjord in Iceland? Yeah, thought you could.

If I can keep my eyes on the horizon, look beyond the crap clogging the view...

It could be epic.

It will be epic.

Tech stuff: Taken with my iPhone6.

02 January 2015

When I'm old and wise

Griffith Park Observatory
Los Angeles, California
1 January 2015

In a nutshell:

There was illness, death, and a funeral. But you knew that already.

The son came home for the holidays, and invited a friend to visit for part of it. The daughter had scheduled the filming of her senior project for the holidays. Of course, all hell broke loose beforehand, but nonetheless, we've had a guest and the daughter has still succeeded in three days of filming.

Yes, I'm a wreck. Thanks for asking.

I am doggedly counting down the days 'til the end. The daughter will graduate in June, and so far as I am concerned, I will be free. I don't know how anyone else feels about this, but in my book, I will be done. The daughter has already been accepted into a geophysics program (and that came with an attractively large merit-based scholarship), as well as one of the best film school programs in the country. The son is three-quarters of the way through his college career, and as time has progressed, I've cut the strings that tie him here.

I love my children, but their absence means I can fly from the nest, too.

Tech stuff: Taken with my iPhone6.

01 January 2015

Seeking new horizons

Off Newport Pier
Newport Beach, California
31 December 2014
It wasn't a good year. It could have been a worse year.
All I can hope for is that 2015 is a better year.
Tech stuff: Taken with my iPhone6.