Bump and Roll

February 28, 2015

This was the day:


(More or less.. it’s a photo I took yesterday, but the weather today was exactly the same. And for the record, kept a down sweater, pile vest and goretex parka on the entire day… not exactly warm, but lovely.)

And this the activity:


#27 on the bump.

(10:00am, inning one, Jesuit High School.)

The pre-season is now underway, travel and obligations are behind me, settling in. I will probably spend tomorrow setting up the books–entering the roster and team info into iScore.  Then, we’re ready to roll.

Happy scorekeepin’ baseball fan mom.

Tour Stop

February 27, 2015

The Compassion Tour is in full swing. It started last September in Keene Valley, in upstate New York. Since, David’s made appearances in Montreal, Canada; Burlington, VT; New York, NY; Lodi, NJ; Louisville, KY; Tampa, FL; Austin, TX; San Antonio, TX; Tulsa, OK. The tour is exceeding our expectations in so many ways. So many people have been touched in ways both small and profound; there have been countless kindnesses extended; David has spoken to more groups than we could easily count; he’s appeared on numerous radio and television shows; he’s met and made valuable connections with dozens of officials and city leaders and shared ideas about compassion with literally hundreds and hundreds of people over his nearly six months on the road.

Lots to smile about as the first ever Compassion Tour unfolds.

For the next couple weeks or so, David’s going to be in Davis. Then it’s on to San Diego, Laguna Beach, Portland, Seattle, Boise, Vancouver… and then we’ll see where we are.

Yesterday was his birthday, and tonight was a little homecoming (and birthday) celebration. We were missing a few friends, but had a lot of fun with those who could make it… Nick, Samantha, Michelle, Jeff, David, Carrie, Jim:IMG_5288

Parting Portraiture

February 26, 2015

Flew home today with a cell phone full of marginal pics. But I share them because I must.

Last night’s dinner at Matt and Mike’s..  Matt whipped up a double rack of baby back ribs (apropos, as you’ll see in a sec), succotash, mashed potatoes. A wonderful dinner, but the night will be remembered more for the catastrophic spill Matt took while carrying a full plate of food and a full glass of wine. He tripped on the leg of a chair and went down ridiculously hard on the tile floor, but not before he nearly impaled himself on the protruding wooden arm of a chair. Food flew. Matt writhed, winced and wailed. And ohmylord, the whole scene was scary and traumatic for everyone, as he was clearly wounded, but we didn’t yet know what we were dealing with… busted organ, broken back? The Petersons (minus my mom) are a pretty cool bunch; everyone remained reasonably calm, but everyone’s wheels were cranking trying to process the situation.. Call 911? Go to hospital? Move him? Get ice? Pillow? Pain killers? What to assess, how to assess it.

He kept saying (when he could speak), “Eat dinner! I worked too hard on it for it to go to waste.”

Who could eat?

For about twenty minutes, it felt scary and uncertain… we got him up off the dining room floor, but then he wanted to lie back down on the kitchen floor. More writhing and groaning, more uncertainty. Lots of cooks in that kitchen. He’s a big man.. it was a lot of mass to move around. He was shocky, I know I was shaking the whole time.

But then he really got up… and walked around and we looked at the worst point of impact and it seemed okay-ish. He could breath, he wasn’t lightheaded. So we all sat down and ate ribs. They were amazing.

Then we watched a movie in the newly redecorated living room… here’s a dark and murky picture of Michael and mom watching Robert Duval and Robert Downy, Jr.


This is Joey, one of the three teeny white yippers that make up the dog contingent these days (not pictured, Klondike and Sophie):


And now, a few hours later, Matt’s fully upright, flanked by Jay and Chris, peeling a tangerine.


Post script: X-ray today revealed a cracked rib. Painkillers, anti-inflammatories, a few days of relative rest and it ought to get much better within a week.

And these were shot this morning… while waiting for a cab to the airport:

Mom and me, amateur selfie subjects:


Funny, huh?

And the partingest of the shots… mom waves buh bye with her cane.


Art for Fun’s Sake

February 25, 2015

Nothing says my mom like a piece of goofy animal art. Also, my mom can’t walk into a gallery or boutique without buying something. She loves the act of surveying an entire store’s inventory and narrowing it down to that one piece that says, ‘it’s me, buy me, take me home.’ Things speak to her (so to speak); she usually finds something that has that certain je ne sais quoi.

Today it was this guy:


A little side view so you can see those are wings (yes, wings) and not horns.


It’s heavy, ceramic, and, as you can see, blue. She fell in love with it. So it now lives under the library table in direct line of sight from the four different places she sits in the family room.

Pellies at Polly’s

February 24, 2015

Found a new great place to have breakfast. Polly’s on a smaller pier, just a rock’s throw north of the great big Redondo Beach pier. You got your water, you got your sailboats, you got your rustic wooden structure with abundant fisherpeople and the ambient sounds of seagulls and smell of fresh, salty air.


And you got your pelicans:



Life’s a Beach

February 24, 2015

Today… beach and PV landmark shots mostly from the hour leading up to sunset.

Driving down to RAT, the tower at Malaga Cove school:


Mom in the gazebo at Roessler Point, looking north toward the LA Basin, RAT below:


And looking in the other direction, southwest, a view of Haggerty’s, over the PV pool:


The parking lot at RAT:


Heading up the hill about 3/4 mile from RAT, a shot of Bluff Cove:


Sunset imminent:




Rare Sighting

February 23, 2015

I’m not going to do the usual jokes about how it never rains in California. But I will say, our drought-stricken state got a little help from team southern California today. It’s been decades I’m guessing since I was in the southland during a rain storm, such as it was.  My mom’s yard definitely got wet.


Coastal fog brings a lot of moisture to this part of Palos Verdes, so lush green grass is not unusual. Still, the rain was a treat. And like all good southern Californians, we had a roaring fire in the fireplace. Because, rain.

Varsity in The The Spring

February 22, 2015

Yesterday, the spring varsity baseball season sort of officially began with a couple of scrimmages in Woodland against Pioneer High School and Whitney High School from Rocklin. Final cuts may still come, next week we hear, so nothing is for sure, but it’s looking good for most of the kids who were out yesterday. Fingers crossed. It looks like a great group. Ready to get this thing started!

Peter started the second game and except for giving up one hit (a monster triple) and hitting a batter, he did just fine. Really! He looked great. Soon as we got home, this happened:


Looks like he’ll be wearing number 27 this year (Mike Trout’s number, says Peter, his favorite player at the moment).


I know who my favorite #27 is.

So that blog title?  A play on “Paris in the the Spring.” This was one of the optical illusions that fascinated me back in the day (fascinated as a 10-year-old might be, perhaps), something I saw in one of those TimeLife books from the 60s (remember those?), the one on The Mind, maybe. The trick is that most people, seeing the text, gloss over the second “the.” Our brain knows it’s not supposed to be there and simply ignores it, yadda yadda. Especially if the text is written like this:



I’ll Be Back

February 21, 2015

We saw Shawn Colvin last night at the Freight and Salvage in Berkeley.


They call it The Freight. (Okay. Sure there’s a story.) It’s great… a folk venue, and every bit of it fits the bill… the artists, the people who go, the laid backness. I feel good just being there.

I’ll be back.

Shawn Colvin. A sweet and haunting voice. She seems very sweet and very haunted.. by addictions, neuroses, men. She writes her songs and sings them with emotion that she seems to come by honestly. A quick google search turns up a lot on depression, alcohol, food issues. I also learned she’s ten days older than I am and has one kid Peter’s age. It’s the second time I’ve seen her.. the first being about 23 years ago at the Strawberry Music Festival when I saw her sing with Greg Brown. It could hardly get better than that.

If/when she comes back to Northern California, I’ll be back.

She does a lot of covers, but last night most of what she did was her own stuff, about three of which I was familiar with from one of a couple CDs we have. But there was one, a Beatles song, that made me cry (Jim said later he lost it, too). Wow.

The song? I’ll Be Back.  

I found a version on YouTube that’s pretty but not quite what she sang last night (only because she sang alone last night and this version includes Mary Chapin Carpenter singing harmony… also very pretty, but different).

I was a little self-conscious, dragging Jim to a folk concert, though he went happily enough. It was a bonus that he was truly moved by her guitar playing. Which says a lot because he can be found at the end of every single day working on songs on both his electric and Peter’s acoustic guitars. He was plenty impressed. I was very glad about that.

Anyway. Great night. Floating.


The Universe Expands

February 20, 2015

Peter and Jocelyn.


One just made the varsity baseball team (for now) and has a love for nuclear physics, the other plans a summer at Brown University with a focus on neuroscience. Among other things. These are just the tiny dramas and achievements playing out today.

But there was a time when romping in a field was their entire universe.