FIRE!

Today my 15 minute drive home took over an hour. There is a fire at the Tunnel. I was stuck with the fire on one side, ramps closed, helicopters dropping water, fire trucks everywhere. It was flat out scary. I kept calling Marty just to keep from crying.

The pictures are not great. I was heading due west late afternoon. I could not see what the camera saw because of the sun. All the white swirly stuff is smoke. There are dots in the smoke that are helicopters and other planes.

I still can taste smoke and my hair I am sure reeks of smoke. It looks like they have it under control. This is too close to the last Oakland Hills Fire. Hell, it is too damn close to my home and to friends' homes.

RAMP FULL OF FIRE TRUCKS AND FIRE FIGHTERS. THE HILL BEHIND IS BURNING.

MORE TRUCKS AND FIRE

SMOKE AND THE BLACK DOT IS THE HELICOPTER DROPPING WATER


SUN, SMOKE, AND HELICOPTER DROPPING WATER

WHITE STUFF IS SMOKE

MORE SMOKE

STILL LOTS OF SMOKE

I am always glad to get home. Today more so. This fire is still dangerous. We have high winds and very dry brush on the hill.

OUR WEEKEND

This weekend was real busy, and really hot. We spent a lot of time on the hot side of the tunnel. Saturday I had to be in Pleasant Hill for an appointment. Then I came home to the cooler side, upper 80s, and put on good clothes. Marty and I went back to the hot side, Walnut Creek. He took an application for a Reverse Mortgage. At this point it was 105 on that side of the tunnel. We left Walnut Creek and had dinner with friends in Benica. This little city in on the top of the Bay and should have been cool. Nope, it was 90.

Sunday we worked the street fair, Out and About, in Rockridge. It was a little cooler, but still pushing 90.

We had a table with lots of Marty's glass. A friend owns a store in Rockridge and carries Marty's glass. She let him set up close to her store. Remember to click on pix for larger images.

Something for everyone

Early as the crowds gather

Fashion show from a vintage shop

Our host's store

We set up at 10:30 and got home around 5:30. A long, hot day. I said, "Good morning, hello, hi, afternoon," and smiled until I thought my jaws would break. Everyone going by loved Marty's glass. They touched it, they asked how he made it, some took business cards, they told us about the glass they had. They are going to think about it. And then they walked on. He made one sale. Thank goodness we don't have to do this for a living. It is really hard and tiring.

We did enjoy people watching. A woman had on a great tee shirt: Meat is murder, tasty, tasty murder. Men in shorts and too tight tee shirts. Women in tight jeans and tops that did not cover the spare tire. The dress of choice was long, spaghetti straps, no bra, no panties. In fact the majority of the women, little and extra endowed, wore no bras.

Busy weekend. But fun.

DANGEROUS!!!!! THERE SHOULD BE A LAW.

Appletinis, oh so very dangerous. They are seductive, great, tasty, no taste of alcohol. You drink these lovely little drinks and things start to happen.

Let me say up front, I do not drink well. The Cherokee Indian blood can't handle it. That is a scientific fact. We can not drink. They call it fire water, well yes. Problems abound. Hard liquor, two drinks I have problems.

Last night we had appletinis. Several. They sneak up on you. I talked more than I should have. I cried, I laughed. I pointed out how hot I am. That one should go without saying. I enjoyed the taste, not the buzz. I will never be an alcoholic, I can't stand the feeling of loss of control, of the lightheadedness. I just like the taste of certain drinks. Appletinis, great taste. There should be a law.

Something as potent as an appletini should be against the law. They should be a controlled substance like Valium. They have the same effect.

I can't say I won't drink another appletini. But I hope I space them out better, or just drink fewer.

NOEMI, SORRY ONE WEDDING, NOT WORTH THE EFFORT

Let's talk about friendship. Friendship, sometimes you just fall into it and it requires little work. Other times to keep it going you do all the work. Other times lots of work from both parties. And then it falls apart.

Tonight Marty and I met with an old friend. We have not spoken for 4 years. Marty and I left this friendship with a loss of trust and a lot of hurt. We never stopped loving our friend, we just didn't like what had hurt us. We missed this friend. We still loved him. Through the years he kept contact and we ignored him. About 6 weeks ago he contacted us with snail mail. This was serious. We read it and we decided what to do.

We read his thoughts. We saw a change in him and we said one more chance. Tonight we met him and we laid it out. What had hurt us, how did he feel, what did we think of that. We hugged; we drank, a lot; we cried; and we are all willing to try again.

Marty and I want this to work. We love the man. He needs us, we want to be there for him.

One day at a time. We will try again.

SCHOOL DAYS

Today I was looking forward to what little K would wear. She is the 6 year old upscale hippie: she wears peasant blouses, sateen flowy skirts, sparkly scarves around her head, and Wizard of Oz ruby slippers. As soon as I enter the classroom I look to her table. What will she have on today?

Today I arrive and look for K. All the children are sitting on the carpet. I can't find her. Maybe K is out today. They go to their tables and there she is, but no hippie today. She has on a blouse with a Peter Pan collar and a plaid skirt. K looks like a catholic school girl. In a way I am disappointed, yet loving it. She looked darling.

K is one I worked with one on one. Last week she held her pencil like a club and flat out refused to use the special grip on her pencil. She would not try to hold the pencil correctly. Today, again she wasn't using the special grip that forces her finger into the correct position. She was doing it all by herself. I congratulated her for working so hard to learn the pencil hold. And bless her heart, she asked me,"Will you tell my Mom and Dad?"

I love my first graders.

ONLY ONE WEDDING FOR ME

It was a very slow day at the county building. Only one Spanish this afternoon and one English one for me. I knew mine were waiting for their two witnesses. Clerk C brought me the license and said they only have one witness. I asked if they got tired of waiting for them to show up, no. The parents of the bride refused to come to the wedding. She was only 18 and he was almost 21.

How sad the parents would not come to the wedding. Whether they wanted them married or not, they have cut their child off. I agree with the parents, she is too young. But leave the door open for her. Don't just put her out of your life.

She was in white with flowers in her hair. She was happy, excited, and so in love. And he was so happy and in love. May this last. May they have what it takes to do the work for a good marriage.

Marriage is wonderful, but it is hard work many days of the week. May this young bride and groom have what it takes. Keep your fingers crossed for them.

LAZY SUNDAY NOT

We got up and went to early church at 9:00. We hung around and talked to friends and then drove back home. Marty wanted to finish a multi piece glass sculpture.He finished the sculpture by the hardest. Some days things just don't go right.

He wanted to make a Chinese dinner. The dinner was going to be simple, pot stickers, (from the freezer) and won ton soup. Well, that was the idea.

He went to the grocery, because we had nothing but won ton wrappers. And the pot stickers in the freezer, which were never used. He decided to make flower dumplings, lotus leaf wraps (we had no lotus leaves so he used banana leaves from the yard), and mushroom won ton and spinach noodle soup. Spinach hates me so he used baby bok choy leaves.

He began this "simple" meal around 5:00 and we ate at 8:45. It was lovely, tasted great, and dirtied every dish and kitchen tool we own. The pictures show our little, tiny kitchen. They don't show me washing dishes for ever.





The beginning: sitcky rice in the bamboo steamer.






















OK, you have seen all our kitchen, little counter space, sink, stove, and the great work/kitchen table.













Oh yes, the wine was very good.























I am not kidding, what you see, is all we have. But it is pretty since the remodel.













Oyster sauce going into the meat mixture.

Doesn't Marty look serious?




He loves his bamboo steamers.



























Finished product. On the left, flower dumpling, then the banana leaf wraps , which contain sticky rice and ground pork and ground chicken, and in the bowl, the won ton soup.

It was a lovely meal. But these little simple meals kill you. The prep time is hours. And the bowls and pans just keep piling up.

DRIVES ME CRAZY

Most people can usually handle the big things in life. A death, an illness, job loss, accidents, we suck it up and handle life. But the little things drive us crazy. I have written about things that get me nuts. But this week more has happened

Today I was backing out of my parking garage space. No one in sight, no cars or walkers. Half way out of the space and there are two, count them, two women walking. From two directions. And they kept walking right behind my moving car. Being the nice person I am, I did not run over them. But I thought about it.

Yesterday I was backing out of a space and a woman next to me got out of her van. Bad enough. Her young child walked between our vehicles and then she started taking her baby out of the back. I sat and waited until she got everyone out and onto the sidewalk. Did she not see me moving before she popped out of her van?

Monday I was on the circular ramp in the parking garage. We are inching down to the pay booth. It is stop and go as cars up front pull up and pay then leave. We are on a one lane ramp and a car is honking. Where the hell are we supposed to go?

Someone sleeps on top of the covers and someone else can't pull the cover over them. Just saying.

People crossing the street against the light, sauntering and talking on the phone. They become targets in my mind.

Idiots with twenty items in the 12 or less line.

The neighbor's new dog who howls and cries all day and a good part of the night. Why get a dog if you don't let it come inside?

AC Transit buses straddling two lanes. Pick a lane and get out of mine!

Running into the contractor from hell, and he thought we were glad to see him. He asked us to call him for any work we needed done on our house. Some of you didn't go through our remodel nightmares. Let me just say this man and his crew flooded our home twice. I had 17 pages of notes on our troubles that I gave the legal department of our insurance company. Legal loved me.

And the number one thing that drives me crazy, bicyclists. Let me count the ways: blowing through stop lights/signs; riding several abreast on blind curves; interestingly speeding in traffic; riding on the streets and then upon the sidewalks to beat lights; their attitude. And I could go on and on. But I won't.

What drove you crazy this week? Write about it on the comments.

SCHOOL YESTERDAY, WEDDING TODAY

Tuesday I worked with my first graders. This seems to be a sweet, gentle class. I don't see any divas, as we had last year. No future gang members are obvious. Of course the year is young. We will see how it progresses.

I worked one on one with some of the children having trouble with sight words. They would say the word and then they had to use it in a sentence. Even if they didn't know the word, they had to use it in a sentence. Some of the sentences were amazingly complex. Yet they didn't know the word. It seems verbal skills are high this year.

I read them a story which I love doing. I really get into the tones of the characters. And I am very good at letting everyone see the pix for a long time. That is what the children really want, to see the pictures and to comment.

And today the wedding. Yes only one. BACKGROUND: Clerk M has a running silly joke with me. He will come to me, lean over the cubicle and ask,"You don't speak Vietnamese do you?" I always say,"No M, I don't." Monday I gave him a hard time about that and as I left I told him, "M, I still don't speak Vietnamese."

Today he came in and said, " You don't speak Cambodian, do you." I nearly choked. I did do the wedding, the bride understood English, but was leery of speaking it. The bride did fine with English, and it was a sweet wedding.

I can't wait to see what language M will want from me on Monday.

WEDDINGS AND SO MUCH MORE

First, a heads up. Blogger has changed all the tools: spell check gone, fonts, colors, formatting. So I am sure there is stuff wrong. I will figure it out. Bear with me.

Today I was called at home by clerk C and told, "Don't eat lunch." And she hung up. I figured they were having a pot luck and I was invited. They have done that before. Well, it was better than that. I arrived and my desk was decorated with crepe paper, there was a bouquet of sunflowers, and a lovely card from all at Vitals. The card and flowers made me cry. They thanked me for the long hours and hard work of 09-09-09. And then we had pizza. It was a sweet, loving gesture. And I hugged them and thanked them for caring.

If you have ever volunteered you know it doesn't usually work this way. You don't feel part of the team, you just do your thing and stay out of the way. Not at the County Recorder's office. They love the volunteers, and they make us feel so important and cared for.

Now to the weddings. Slow paced day, only four for me to do. Two really stand out. I checked a license and it had one divorce marked for the bride ( final in 2001) with a married name, yet no different name for her birth name. That had to be changed. Reprint, re sign. At the elevator the bride and one of the witnesses said the divorce isn't final yet. They said we can do an amendment when the papers come through. WHAT??? They handed me papers to show it was in court. I don't do the paper work, I just marry. Back to the clerk. C said, it is final, but she doesn't remember the date and it has all been checked out. OK.

In the elevator the bride says, "These papers are for my first marriage. I am waiting on my second divorce papers." WTH?? "The divorce isn't final yet." I said, "I can't marry you if you are still married." I take her into the marriage desk. And explain what is going on. Then the bride tells M, " I was divorced in 2003." I did finally marry them. Why did she bring papers for her first marriage, and only mark one marriage on the license? Even after we talked about the second marriage, she kept saying she would come back and amend the license. The groom we figured was paid to marry her. He thought long and hard before saying yes. And a very polite kiss at the end.

It seems she has problems with immigration. We have to take the word of the couple. Immigration doesn't. They will insist on clear paper work. I think she will be on a boat back to the Philippines shortly. The groom maybe will be in jail.

Last wedding was lovely. Both of them well over 6 feet tall. A good looking couple, and they just glowed with love. She had on a long black sheath with spaghetti straps. The dress draped low in the back. The dress was lined in red, so the drape and the edges of the dress were red, lovely. They were so happy, so in love. It took the bad taste of the previous marriage out of my mouth.