A Hop, Skip and Hike Away

March 31, 2007

 

Four miles from where I live is what is purported to be the largest city park in the world. At 17,000 acres, South Mountain Park has nearly 60 miles of scenic desert trails for hikers, bikers and horseback riders.

I met up with two of my friends and three of their dogs for a mid-morning, two-hour hike. It was a beautiful morning and a perfect temperature for a hike.

Considering it's right down the road from me, you would think I would get out there more often. Even though I don't take advantage of the park as much as I should, it's yet another reason why I love living in the Phoenix area.

If we had more rain over the winter, these pictures would have included explosions of wildflowers. Some springs are prettier than others, but the desert does have a sublime beauty.

 

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In Honor of Elvis

March 30, 2007

If the Silver Lemon stops sucking money out of my checking account long enough to save up some fun money*, I'm going to commission a piece of art. I know Ron Burns and he and his wife are super people, but I can't afford him. Ever. Unless I win the lottery. He has a cow painting I desire, but it's $9,000 and I can buy a real cow for that. If I had the money and I wanted a cow, that is. I can visit them at home for a lot less.

But I digress. I've worked with a lovely bead artist here in town who has studied beads for their cultural significance and meaning. She is simply amazing. I was looking over her portfolio to commission her for a fun project for a board memeber and I went nuts for her small animals. So I told her how it would mean so much to me if I had something to remember my cat by. She said she would come and visit to meet Elvis and work something up that I can afford.

Here is a sample of her work. This is Nigel. Nigel the real cat loves to sit on the microwave and watch food spin around inside. Take a close look at the detail.

 

I love the artistic representation and whimsy. I even passed up my ritual of Clinique Bonus Week and suits on clearance at Macy's to help in my quest.

*Vacation money does not count as fun money. That is a standard savings 'pile' as my trips are vital to my existence. 🙂

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Vox Hunt: Guaranteed Smile

March 30, 2007

Show us the one thing that unfailingly makes you smile, no matter what. 
Submitted by Sourire.

 Coming home to this:

 

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Vox Hunt: An Interesting Life

March 27, 2007

Book: Show us a great biography or memoir.

This is a difficult book to find, because apparently every search engine can't distinguish "UnAmerican" from "Un-American". My lack of correct punctuation will probably result in the FBI showing up in about 10 more minutes. It's been fun, everyone. Maybe my new home in a secret prison will have internet access and I'll check in on the peeps when I can.

I was wandering around my library's autobiography section one day and this title jumped out at me. It's the story of a girl's upbringing with American Communist parents. They stole away in the middle of the night to escape arrest in NY City and eventually ended up in Prague. As a child trying to fit in, Ann began a new life with a new name and new language. Eventually, they moved to Beijing and then back to the States, where she was told again – here's your new name and your new life. You never had the life you lived for the past ten years.

I was captivated by the simple prose of a regular person adjusting the best she could in the situation in which she was thrust.

Oops, someone's knocking at the door. Gotta go…

"Mr. Cheney! What a surprise."

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Vox Hunt: Me, Crazy

March 27, 2007

Show us your craziest or funniest self portrait.
Submitted by djgk.

I don't know if this counts, but I felt like posting it anyway. I'm the guy, my friend Tracy is the gal. We celebrated my birthday a couple years ago in San Diego and Tijuana.

I have a picture of me wearing a sombrero riding a donkey that was painted like a zebra, but I did tip extra and told the guy to make sure donkey/zebra got lots of food and water.

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Another world, two miles away

March 26, 2007

I went to Mexico today to visit Guatemala.

A few miles to the west of me, is the town of Guadalupe. Guadalupe was founded by Yaqui Indians fleeing persecution and enslavement in their homeland of Mexico. Tribe members settled in what was once remote farmland and is now surrounded by surbubia.

 

To visit Guadalupe is to step into Mexico. Today in the main square was a Guatemala Folklorico Festival and I wanted to go check it out. I donned my Guatemalan blouse and bracelets, left the house and was in another country within five minutes. I felt like I was a tourist in Central America again.

 

I was one of handful of gringos but it looked like every Guadalupan family was there to take in traditional Guatemalan music, dancing, handicrafts and food. Ah, the food.

I watched some of the show but since my Spanish skills are pretty much limited to the ability to order food, I have no idea what was going on most of the time.

 

 

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Deep Thoughts for Rainy Nights

March 23, 2007

Following this afternoon's storm was a period of gray skies, then a constant downpour. When I say a river runs through it, I mean there's a river where the street outside my condo used to be.

The rain is coming down hard outside and I have a very happy, purry Elvis kitty on my lap in my safe and cozy abode. But that's not what is on my mind. I'm thinking about the communal nature of umbrellas.

I pulled into my space a little while ago and reached around in my backseat for an umbrella to make it into my place with minimal dampness. (Did I mention it's pouring?) I found a beautiful travel umbrella that was not purchased by me. I looked at it and finally realized where it came from. A year ago, March 11 to be precise, I was at a wedding that had to be moved indoors due to the nastiest weather Phoenix had seen in a long time. Hail. Rain. Lightning. Flash flooding. The works. When I left the hall, the bride handed me an umbrella and said, "I have no idea whose this is, just take it." Granted, I was the last guest to leave (as per normal) so the rightful owner probably had someone else's umbrella.

I took an inventory of my closet and of the four umbrellas in my possession, I only purchased one myself. And that one was for $1 on the Strand in Shanghai. The lady wanted $2 but I wasn't that desperate, so she finally relented and sold it to me for half of her original asking price. Score!

This all takes me back to my college days, when you left your dorm room on a rainy morning with an umbrella and came back later in the day with a completely differently one. There must have been an unwritten rule that each student would donate an umbrella to be shared with the entire student population. To illustrate: I would leave my umbrella under my seat, because let's face it, we can only remember so many things at one time. It wouldn't be raining so why bother carrying it around, really. I would move on to a different classroom and by then, it might be raining again. What do I see? Another umbrella another student left behind for my use! Karma in action!

All good things come to those who leave good things for the benefit of all. Or something like that.

 

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We Have Weather!!!

March 22, 2007

It's 3:00 p.m. in Phoenix, Valley of the Sun, Arizona. Looking out the window right now, I see black skies and palm trees waving in the wind. Lightning is flashing in the distance. I wish I were home with a glass of wine and a purring cat.

This folks, will be the biggest news event in town. I wish I was exaggerating, but tonight you won't be able to flip through the news shows without seeing every reporter outside, with an umbrella, pointing at puddles.

I should move my car outside so when the heavens spill over in the raging torrential rain that is sure to come, I might get some dirt and dust knocked off the Silver Lemon.

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QotD: This Time Last Year

March 19, 2007

What were you doing one year ago today?
Submitted by CassandraMorgan.

 

I was packing my bags and getting ready to go on vacation to Guatemala with Mom.

People would ask, "Why Guatemala????" and we would say, "We couldn't find a reason why not."

So we went and had a great time.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Vietnamese Fable

March 18, 2007

Our hotel in Hue provided this lovely Vietnamese fable as part of the "Welcome Package" in the rooms. I found it as I was FINALLY organizing my souvenirs, maps and other items from the trip. Here it is, with no alterations from the original wording. It is too charming not to share.

Why Ducks Sleep Standing on One Leg

Many people must have wondered why ducks are accustomed to sleep in the funny way they do – with one leg lifted. The Vietnamese have an interesting explanation for this.

After Heaven had completed the creation of the world, there were four ducks who found that they only had one leg each. It was difficult for them to walk, and sometimes they were unable to find enough food. They became very morose when they saw how easily other fowls and animals moved about on two legs.

One day the four unfortunate ducks held a meeting and discussed their ignoble condition. They had arrived at a point where life on one leg could no longer be endured, so they decided to lodge a complaint to Heaven. But they were entirely ignorant of Heaven's location, and they did not even know how to draft a petition.

One of them suggested that they should turn to the rooster for help. The others protested that his penmanship was so bad that no one in Heaven would be able to read the petition. But there was no one else to whom they could turn, so after having quacked and grumbled for some time, the four of them went to find the rooster, who was only too eager to help and readily scratched out the desired petition.

The ducks read the petition and then held another meeting to decide which one of them should carry it. They way to Heaven was long and tedious and beset with many pitfalls, so that none of the one-legged ducks was enthusiastic about undertaking the journey.

The rooster, who was standing some distance away, overheard the lively discussion. He coughed discreetly, and approaching the group, delicately asked whether he might be of further service. They were very pleased and accepted his offer to help.

"Not far from here there is a temple," he suggested, looking wisely down his beak "and it happens that I am acquainted with the god of the place. He could convey your petition to Heaven, and I can give you a letter of introduction to him."

The ducks were loudly grateful whereupon the rooster put on his spectacles and wrote out a suitably worded letter for them.

The ducks then proceeded to the temple, and as they entered its precincts, they suddenly heard a loud, imperious voice wanting to know why the temple's incense burner had eight legs instead of four. The voice continued by demanding that the four extra legs be removed immediately.

As the ducks heard this, their hope rose. They did not know what an incense burner was, but they understood that four of its legs were to be removed immediately. They hurried into the temple. The god was still frowning at the incense burner when they entered, and he looked at them unsmilingly.

"Your lordship," said one duck, who had become the spokesman for the group, "here is a letter for you from our friend and neighbor, the rooster and also our petition.l It's about our need of four legs; as you see we have only one leg each."

The replied that what had been given them at creation was final, and that their petition would serve no purpose. At these words the four ducks fell silent. But then one, younger than the others and more desperate, spoke up and said what was on the minds of all four.

"Your lordship," he stammered, "you spoke just now of removing four legs from the incense burner…"

The god looked at him wide-eyed for an instant and then burst into uncontrollable laughter. In the end he agreed to give hte ducks the four extra legs.

"but mind you," he said, hading them over to the ducks and winking at the incense burner, "these legs are made of pure gold and are very precious; guard them carefully."

The ducks were ready to promise anything. they took their legs with indescribable joy. They bowed and thanked the god. They attached the extra legs to their bodies and soon they were able to move about like their fellow creatures. But at night when they went to sleep, they would pull up the leg given them by the temple god so that no one could steal it. Other ducks, seeing this, assumed it was the proper way to sleep and in imitation began to lift one leg before retiriung for the night. And so the custom has remained to this day.

THE END

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