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La Jolla

harbor seals

didn’t I write about vibrissae here before?

Latin is cool because of the –a ending singular and –ae ending plural

that is really about as much as I know about Latin

how, how, how could the mammals have come onto the land and have gone back into the water? it boggles the mind, but Hubby is right, it’s just what they did, they must have needed to. food? rising oceans? do you actually think I’ll read this and find out the truth? hell no! but you can.

pinnipeds

we decided to rent bikes, only a 2-mile-ish walk to the rental place, so we walked. noonday sun, so cal style, not a cloud. me? sunscreen, gott sei dank. enough water, apparently not. definitely slightly dehydrated from the 10 hours of travel yesterday, you know how dry the air in airports and airplanes is, you know how much dryer it is here than in New England.

got to the rental place and I already had a headache, but then riding the bike uphill, uphill, me with not enough air in my lungs (still), I pooped out. but I still got back to our place alright. there is a really nice bike lane on the main drag (Torrey Pines Road) outside of town (although there’s no where to cross the street on your bike if you are facing one way and need to get the other way, very few traffic lights where this would be possible and safe, wtf?) but no bike lanes in the town of La Jolla per se and rather terrifyingly huge SUVs, around which one can hardly see or be seen, parked up and down every street. it seems like mostly people are driving slowly in town and are acclimated to lots of crosswalks and pedestrians. I was not a very good cyclist today, alternating between the sidewalk and the road and even riding without my helmet on the second trip. I just wish I had more dang air already and I promise to wear my helmet at all times tomorrow.

after our first ride, I had to pop some ibuprofin, drink a slew of water, rest, and I was pretty well recovered. when we rode back to the rental place later to pick up a lock, the air had cooled rather beautifully and I felt much stronger. even the hills (there are really only a couple) seemed easier and my breath was better. La Jolla, not bad, I tell you, not bad at all.

writing about biking and anemia is pretty boring, I admit, but I still haven’t told you the whole sordid story of why I have been bleeding so much in the last year. I finally found out last month but I won’t go into it right now.

it’s nice to be in a Mediterranean/maritime (I looked it up) climate. the flowers and plants all smell so good. the jade hedges go on and on, they are HUGE, the rosemary is abundant as well, the trees are fascinating, exotic, and beautiful. I forgot how it all looks out here, though I’ve never been this far south in California, I just mean the Pacific Coast tout entire. god the flowers, god the plants, god the birds. the seals, the ocean. the fruit and vegetables taste pretty darn good, too.

the Mission architecture, the Spanish tile roofs, the colorful buildings, the windows, the wealth. the racism that you know is just under the surface, is not that long-gone (if at all).

St. James Church, across the street from our b and b, with the most amazing dragon tree, as you can see

not the Republicans, though, no, not them. Romney has a house here as does McCain, but I did see 2 Obama bumper stickers in a row today. gott sei dank.

I can’t wait ’til the whole obscene mess is over. the money, the waste. if Romney makes it in, I’d like to leave. Quebec isn’t far from me when I’m home, but they want Obama in the WH up there as much as I do and are subject to the influence of the POTUS same as everyone.

I am sorry my anemia is making me fatter and older. it’s unfair, really. every time I go through this, I gain about 8 pounds and lose about 2 years in my face. I try not to talk about my weight and body image, because, well, I have the same issues any American woman does, but I find it boring and demeaning. but today, I gave myself permission because I’ve about had it.

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If I could hand you something, it would be yesterday’s weather. Perfect temperature, perfect sunshine, perfect air. I would like to give you that, but I can’t.

What else? I went into the bathroom one evening, last Thursday or Friday, and I saw on the wall next to the little mounted metal-and-glass shelving unit and towel bar (that’s one, singular, towel bar, room only enough for one neatly hung hand towel and one folded and hung washcloth) and saw 2 beautiful polished chrome towel hooks installed on the wall. That was love from my Hubby and I am grateful for it. It may seem cheap, I know, to mention it here. These things are sacred to me and it would be unseemly to broadcast them all over the place. But once in a while, in my need and quest to stay mindful of the good in the world, I must share them here, for you, but mostly for myself. So there. Newly installed towel hooks in my bathroom installed by Hubby. That is good enough proof of good in the world.

That’s not all folks: I, for the first time, submitted a poem to a poetry website/blog a few months ago (this is different from Poetry Jam in which poems are not read or approved by an editor). In case you never noticed, on my blogroll over there to the right, there is a website called voxpoetica. I submitted a poem and it was taken and has been published for today. It stays up for one day and then is moved to an archive of past daily poems. So I am thrilled and excited, it is true. It’s sort of fun and strange and amazing to see it there with my little bio. I love, too, that a daily poem is posted and then moved along to make room for the next day’s poem. I am learning to let go and to not get too attached, so it’s perfect and I am grateful.

And a shout out to Ray Sharp at Bard of Liminga who gave me a nod in the direction of voxpoetica. I would not likely have tried to submit without the little nudge. Thanks, Ray.

That’s all and it’s enough.

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