Thursday, April 28, 2011
Days are disappearing into
The deep fog of San Francisco
Disappearing days of wondering
Wondering if the Middle East
Can free it’s self from a dictator
Firing upon his own people with
Guns, grenades and mortars
Wondering if America can
Climb out of it’s credit hole
It’s unemployment, it’s
Homeless people on the streets
Wondering if Japan can
Clean up it’s earthquake disaster
It’s radiation and bury it’s dead
Wondering about the tornadoes
It's death and destruction
And the floods and fires
Wondering if cities and states
All over America can
Balance their budgets
And bring jobs back to America
Wondering when my son can get hired
Wondering when gas prices will go down
Wondering if there will be enough money
To make it through the month
Wondering if there is anything
One person can say or do
That will make a difference
Is it me, or is the whole world
Experiencing the same
Change shoved into our lives
Without relief from day to day
Leaving us all reeling with wonder
Leaving one to welcome the fog
With it’s clouds of white softness
To smother things into unreality
And soften the harsh realities of life
With it’s hard edges…coming to fast
..Linda King 4/25/11
Monday, April 18, 2011
I spent the week end with my cousin in Petaluma, pictured with her dog. A couple of years ago, we went on a trip up the Oregon coast with this little dog, Butler. He has since died and I thought she would appreciate this picture of them together and the one I took of him alone. We left him tied while we went to eat and he was not happy. She loved this dog and I have never been able to send her a picture by e-mail. I mess it up every time. I'll try this.
It was just beautiful up north, but I didn't have my camera. All of the rolling hill are a emerald green with cows and sheep grazing. They do have happy cows up Petaluma way.
For our walk we went to the Cheese and Egg Festival and got many tasty bits of this and that. The next day we went to Sebastopol to the Flea Market and on the way hit on a great Estate Sale. We both found treasures, that we might never use. The drive up and and back was great with blossoms, green and spring flowers everywhere.
The baby lambs were nice too. On my way home the sky was filled with every kind of cloud you can think of...all in one sky, and as I neared S.F. the fog slipped over the hill and bled down the other side...beautiful. The bridge in fog is unreal too.
The other house, I drive by every weekday taking the kids to school. The clouds were so beautiful, this day, I stopped and took a picture of the house. This house would have been the entrance house of the Ingleside housing development which was built on the site of the old Ingleside Horse Racing Track, where my daughter has her house, and I thought my daughter, Carissa, didn't like horses. There is a circle of houses that go right around where the track it's self would have been. Carissa likes to run there. She's been a runner since high school and still keeps it up...pretty good.
I've had a hard time getting to my writing since Margie, my sister's death. It still seems unreal. I wish she had made it up here to see all this green after so much rain.