
Up early for choir practice and was greeted by this beauty of a misty orange sunrise.
A place for my photos and thoughts and stuff.
Up early for choir practice and was greeted by this beauty of a misty orange sunrise.
I suppose they will fall off at some point.
It is small, but mighty! Especially since, given the way our house is situated, it doesn’t really get sun for half of the year.
My goal is to try every type of ramen sold in the local Japanese grocery store. This one had no English anywhere on the package, so if there were cooking instructions, but how hard could it be? It’s cheap ramen.
Look how simple and organized everything is! This is gonna be *so* good!
Something horrible happened. It was inedible. I was so disappointed.
(We would come to understand the truth behind those shoe-button eyes, and those tiny puppy teeth sooner than we ever imagined…but I’m getting ahead of myself…)
These are not my photos, by the way. They were taken by people with the rescue from which we were to adopt this little beastie. More on that later…
The raw materials…
The accoutrements…
Bring the flammola!
This is all we saw of it.
God help the residents of Pacific Palisades and Altadena.
We donated some of my mom’s huge collection of sweatshirts to a local nursing home where some of the refugees ended up. I think she would like knowing that they went to keep some people in dire need nice and warm.
The Cabazon Dinosaurs!
This is Dinny.
And this is Mr. Rex.
Larger than life.
Seeing them in person made my unreasonably happy.
On our way to a quick getaway to Palm Springs, we stopped in Riverside to have a look at the glorious Mission Inn.
Some of the Christmas decorations were still up.
The William Howard Taft chair, because he was a large guy and needed a tad more room.
Stained glass windows abound throughout the hotel.
The beautiful courtyard (taken up by an insanely overpriced Mexican restaurant).
It has loads of flying buttresses!
The “Anton clock.” It rotates through a series of five figures: a California Indian and grizzly (shown), St. Francis of Assisi, explorer Juan Batista de Anza, and Father Junipero Serra. No, we did not see it in action. It stayed on the Indian and grizzly the whole time we were there.
The outside of the St. Francis of Assisi chapel. I was hoping it would be open when we were there, but it was not. I played a wedding there once, and it was quite a sight, with its Tiffany stained glass, immense, 18th century gold-leafed altar, and enormous wood beams.
A portion of the Flyers Wall, which commemorates the visits of famous aviators.
The creche was still up.
Lots of lovely plaster-work throughout.
It’s a really spectacular place, with endless nooks and crannies full of surprising , quirky, and delightful details.
Highly recommended if you’re in the area.
Avocado, I mean. And every pizza should come with a side of garlic mashed potatoes. Stop looking at me like that.