Lake Poway to the top of Mt Woodson

The air crystal clear enough to see islands off the coast and snow on top of San Gorgonio Mt.

fix it myself

I was nervous to ride, the last two time my neck was so soar I could not look to the left or down to see where the chain was in the de-railer. Not a safe way to ride. Physical therapy was not working, yoga helped, but the pain was so great I feared that I would have to stop riding someday soon.Today I stretched, and put on an analgesic rub. 

At first there seemed to be no difference. I focused on shoulders back, neck straight, and about 35 minutes into the ride I started feeling the heat from the rub. Turning got easier and easier, so much so I started thinking my neck pain might be muscular, and not skeletal.

My neck starting feeling so much better, I am confident I can get back to putting some miles in on the bike, and I can fix my neck myself. Lakota rub, stretching, exercises the physical therapist gave me and yoga, should do it!  Another very good day in my exceptionally fortunate life.

sad to grateful

Yesterday morning my mom was in a dream. I could not stop thinking about her, and tears were difficult to hold back.

The day went on, feeling like on and on. Got home, took a short nap after eating, changed and started walking to the park.

The lights in my neighborhood brightened  me. My music was perfectly not Christmas.

The park was full, at the reception I saw many I had not seen in awhile.

On the way back home I rode the train, walked under the clear sky, and felt the immense good fortune that is my life.

I need to remember

Remember that although I spend 40 hours a week, 160 hours a month, 1,920 hours a year (minus vacations and sick time), my job does not define me.

There is so much more going.

I really need to remember this.

holiday gift exchange

This year our gift exchange is to be gender neutral.

Who doesn't need their own Voodoo doll?

getting ready

thank you MOM

Even after her first stroke, we laughed together.

There was no laughter as I stayed with her on October 24 2014, and she took her last breath.

I am honored that I could be with her.

She knows I love her, and I know she loves me.

fitting in, or not

The other day I pondered fitting in. It seems things have not changed that much since high school, where I was neither in nor out of more than one group.

I was on the swim team, but did not really socialize with them. This was the only group I was really "on".

It was a strange time, and strange high school. Our home room had 10 our of 27 students pictures missing, which was not unusual for the school or the time.

The only other picture of me is sleeping, in the library. Not sure who took this picture.

And I wonder, was my high school experience training for my life as it's played out today. I am still not apart of any group. Art, interior design, work, etc. In the grand scheme of my life I am just occasionally hovering, never a full member.

My favorite

US Flag

Brooklyn Bridge 07.22.14

did not last

Figment free art: cart

Wonderful day at the Figment San Diego event today. Chicano Park was a perfect venue, perfect weather, and very appreciative recipients giving my art a home.

The interesting thing was people first thought they were all the same, and then thought they were just a photograph. The were very surprised when I said they were not all the same, which led them to picking up a bunch and go through them. As they picked them up they would realize there was something not quite "right" for a photo. Then we would talk a bit about the process.

horrified

Today I received an invitation to connect with someone I met recently, on Linkedin.

Then I was FaceTiming with a murual friend and became interested in linking in.

When I registered I think it automatically contacted people in my contacts, who are also on, or in, Linkedin.

I am horrified.

And conflicted. Do I stay linkedin or link out, quickly?

wind tunnel

It was the beginning of May when we saw this show at Not An Exit gallery

Bread & Salt Building, 1955 Julian Ave, San Diego CA 92113.

To see The Wind Tunnel by Richard Gleaves.

I was out of town when the reception happened, but Richard was kind enough to meet us at the space, where we had the pleasure of having a private showing, and it was a great experience. Really nice to have experiential work happening in San Diego.

Thanks Richard!

Sketchbook Art Project

The email said my 2014 sketchbook was checked-out at SDMA. I forgot it was going to be there. After work we went over. They could not find my book, it had not been put back yet, but I got to see how the project work.

And it is a really good project. Thanks Sketchbook Project!

My book is:

wall

Siri

Stanislaw Jerzy Lec

"Youth is the gift of nature, but age is a work of art."