I am a storyteller. I have a blog by that name. Sometimes I cross reference it here. It is mostly about digital scrap booking and the tools of Photoshop. I am a PS addict. I love it to bits.I am working on stories from back in the day...
In September, 1990, we noticed an unusual caterpillar in our front flower bed. It was lime green, black and white striped. My boys had bug jars and so Drew snatched it up and put it along with some leaves in his bug jar. The next morning, the caterpillar was missing but hanging from the lid was the most amazing chrysalis, bright green with gold studs. Our timing must have been spot on.
We did some research and thought it just might be a Monarch. We patiently waited and in about 10 days, the chrysalis became transparent and we could see the Monarch within. It gyrated out of the chrysalis and hung upside down, stretching and drying it's wings. We gently opened the jar to release it from it's confines. After a bit, it fluttered away.
I wrote this post in January. It is the beginning of my life list rules. Since then I've added a few more.
If someone offers you a breath mint, you should probably accept it.
Sixty year old arms are not long enough for selfies.
The last discovery came in a photography class where I was to take a selfie. Close ups capture a lot of bad stuff. So I cheated and used my tripod. Well who defined selfie as hand held. It allowed me to capture more than my teeth, in this case, my bike too.
Excerpts from Media Row reports on the win of the century for the TrailBlazers...
"The Basketball Gods looked out for us," Wes Matthews said. "I don't know if they blew the coverage or what."
"We got as good of a look as we were going to get," Lillard said.
There was no panic. He didn't
waste any time, but he didn't race either. The catch became the turn and
the turn became the square up and the square up became the release and
the release became the flick follow-through.
"His demeanor was never that
of a rookie," Matthews said. "His age, he always played with a swagger
or an edge. It speaks for itself."
Watch Damian Lillards buzzer beater here.
In the end the entire team, bench included, had a role to play and played it well. Damian's shot sealed the deal.
It's always really special to spend some one on one time with just one child. Mine are all adults now, each living in a different city. Such time gets harder to find as they are about the business of building careers and relationships with others. So when the opportunity to visit Nick in Huntington Beach presented itself, I was excited.
Nick was a wonderful planner. We ate in, we ate out. Nick cooked. I did not. We walked the neighborhood a bit. We spent the day at the beach. He treated for lunch :) at Fred's Mexican Cafe (Yummo!) and bought tickets for a play by a local theater group. What a special weekend. The best was just being with him chatting it up.
I wasn't thoughtful enough to get anyone to capture a pic of Nick and I or just Nick So these will have to do.
I play golf here. For a long time they have sponsored a golf tournament. It used to be called The Bob Hope Classic. It's been taken over by Bill Clinton's foundation The Humana. So now they call it The Humana. Wouldn't Hope and Humana have been good or Hope for Humana or Humana and Hope. With a name like Hope there are so many possibilities. I wonder why they dropped the best part. Maybe the young people don't know who Bob Hope was. Such a travesty.
That's me standing in front of the Humana sign. I asked a bystander to snap the pic. I have no pride. LOL
There remain elements of Bob Hope such as his golf cart. Isn't that priceless.
There were a lot of his saying posted as well.
Here are a few of my favorites:
"Arnold Palmer told me how I could cut eight strokes off my score. Skip one of the Par 3's."
You gotta love the humor but if that's not enough then try the view.