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A New Era of Smoofies

July 21, 2025

I’m a smoothie-a-day person. Around here, they’re known as smoofies, don’t ask me why. I guess smoofie has become my own little endearment for a concoction I look forward to with excitement each and every time I make one (as I said, nearly daily).

Anyway. My formerly trusty blender gave up the ghost a couple weeks ago… I wore the damn thing right out. So we finally took the leap and bought a Vitamix. I think it is a good investment. This thing is so powerful, my smoothie’s done in like 6 seconds (I like them crunchy). Seriously, push the button and the ingredients swirl and fold together in an instant. It’s quite a sight.

Today was smoofie #3. Same formula for a while now (though they have evolved over the years): 3 cups of ice, 2 cups of water, 1 banana, 1/2 cup of blueberries, 1/2 cup of applesauce, and a large scoop of chocolate protein powder. More or less. For the time being, I’m forgoing the chocolate chips, peanut butter and honey, though I miss those ingredients! Trying to bring my weight back down to normal (and have a long way to go), so being sensible. It still tastes great to me.

PIctured above and below is the inaugural smoofie.

[Note: After posting this, WordPress offered three blogs with similar themes — as they do — and provided a link to a blog I wrote on June 6th of 2016.. the night of the California primary, as a matter of fact. The subject was smoothies, and included was a list of ingredients I used back then for my daily smoothies (interesting). Also, I used the same endearment when referring to my smoothie. Seems I’ve been calling them smoofies for a very long time!]

LAX

July 20, 2025

Check this out:

LAX was built in 1953 (or thereabouts). This is the so-very-familiar Sepulveda tunnel. I’ve driven through that tunnel my entire life… each and every time we went to LAX. Still there, of course, though the landscape’s done and there are a lot more cars, a good percentage of which are electric and hybrids.

Matt and Michael flew into LAX this morning on a flight from Helsinki, as a matter of fact. His comment to me — in response to my text asking if they were home yet — was “LAX – ugh.” Because, wow.. LAX is huge, crowded, and pretty much a nightmare to navigate in and out of.

But wow, huh? Seventy two years ago. I’m at this point in my life where images from my youth look so vintage and impossibly old. I’m starting to feel like one of those old people who’s seen a lot of progress over their lifetime.

Food Porn

July 19, 2025

From blistered shishito peppers and rosemary cashews washed down with a French 75, to a perfect, summery peach crisp with whipped cream, we ate well at chez Sarah&Gabe tonight. In between appetizers and dessert, we had…

…. a refreshingly fresh gazpacho with basil/goat cheese “ice cream” (this picture was taken before the basil leaf garnish was added) …

…. shrimp sauteed in olive oil, garlic, red pepper flakes.. and other seasonings I imagine, but didn’t see …

… mushrooms that were sauteed in a vinaigrette (whose ingredients I missed), then impaled on a skewer in descending size order and mounted on a cube of french bread (the Spanish way). The master at work…

… we also had a traditional Spanish tortilla española with a deeply flavorful tomato sauce ….

Here’s the spread:

…beneath the trees…

All in all, a luscious meal, in a relaxed setting, with lively conversation, on a warm summer night in the California foothills.

Here I sit in quite the state of which little path should I walk down today? I am overwhelmingly behind on my so-called daily blog (curse you, vacations!) (I love you, vacations!). Can’t decide if I should blog the vacations that are most moist in my memory (or is that moistest?), or should I go back to the first holes in my 2025 documentorama and start there? My inner OCDiva tells me to go back to the first hole and proceed methodically from there. That strategy is met with a deep sigh that sends me instead to the NYT Spelling Bee to see if I can find a few more words (Queen Bee is such a tease), or to my inbox to cull a few hundred now-dated urgent messages from Robert Reich, Jess Craven, Rick Wilson, Robert Hubble, Pod Save America, Heather, Mike, Jim (not my Jim), Peter (not my Peter), Dan, Don… etc. (and this would skim but a fraction of the 4000+ emails in my inbox of dread).

Sooo…

Instead of doing the #1 item on my todo list (or partake in any of its super satisfying distractions), I will take just a short moment to comment on the political fetish du jour.. the Epstein Files.

As I was driving to yesterday’s John Lewis Good Trouble Lives On gathering in Woodland (it was excellent, maybe I’ll even blog about it, if I ever catch up), I was literally on Main St, approaching Heritage Plaza (site of gathering), when the story broke about the salacious letter our puerile, potty-mouthed president sent to his convicted sex-offender buddy Jeffrey. (Whatta perfect pair they are.) I admit to all manner of giddiness upon hearing the early phases of this story!

Two hours later, I’m driving home… and picked the story right back up. Giddiness level still high!

For my Lifeofwry record, the moment we are in:

We’ve had a couple weeks now of Epstein Files news. Musk, bless his heart, brought this story back to life as his bromance with trump started to fall apart and he took to the twitters to vent his anger (thank goodness for ego maniacs who can’t help but put their psychoses on full public display). He teased all kinds of incriminating information about the relationship between trump and Epstein and began calling for the release of The Files. This ignited the far right Magasphere who believed NOT that their dear leader was implicated, but that the files contained, as trump and his people had promised, a mother load of titillating revelations about high level democrats. These guys aggressively campaigned on this for months leading up to the 2024 election. Elect trump and the truth will come out about Clinton and, well, everyone who’s anyone. He promised he’d reveal The Files. Now in office, his personal lawyer, AG Bondi, said she had The List on her desk!

These guys are so full of shit.

They throw the reddest of red raw meat to their base. The red-faced nutcase online Maga influencers then light these conspiracy theories on fire and they spread through crazy town, inspiring their people to come out of their basements and vote. FOX entertainment does its part to amplify the conspiracies and make sure no republican is left behind. trump, of course, wins, thanks to this poor, misinformed, misdirected aggrieved buncha folks who don’t really know anything about current events, history, how government works… it’s just a nightmare. There were enough of them to put him over the top. He claimed he loved them and would fight for them. Of course he said this; he needed their votes. And he got them. And just like in his first term, he fights NOT for them but for the billionaire class, but he continues to keep them on his side with culture war garbage. He uses, to great effect, propaganda that convinces them to fear the other, to hate our government and institutions, to believe dems are evil and hate our country (and them). He bombards and blinds them with this sewage. They don’t even notice that the programs and services they’ve relied on are all disappearing. It’s stunning.

I ramble. We know all this.

But the thing is, now these guys are mad. They were promised the goods. They gave trump their vote and now they want their spoils. But trump doesn’t want to give up The Files (wonder why?). These guys are hilariously torn… they love him, don’t want to think he’d do them wrong, so they’re looking for a fall guy.. and that appears to be Ms. Bondi. It’s just all so rich. She does whatever trump wants, waaay overcommitted, and now she’s stuck holding the poop. He skates away. Maybe.

It sure looks like trump doesn’t care about the base. He’s thrown them, bigly, under the bus (they’re now — according to his desperate, wretched posts on truth social (shudder) — weaklings, and stupid, and he doesn’t need their support anymore). trump’s lashing out at party leaders who think releasing The Files makes sense, he’s lashing out at the influencers and their grubby followers who want The Files. The whole lot of them are torn. They love him, they’ve been with him. He’s letting them down. He’s calling them names.

I think he doesn’t care. He got what he needed from them: to be elected president. That way 1) all his legal troubles vanished (#1 reason for running, to stay out of prison); 2) he has the platform and the tools of retribution he craves to level against Biden and anyone, anywhere who opposed him or embarrassed him; 3) he’s able to enrich himself and family through the stratosphere and beyond; 4) he can (rightly, disgustingly) claim the mantle of most powerful human on earth, abusing power left and right, cheating, bullying, manipulating his way to a level of power orders of magnitude beyond anything any of us have ever experienced — here in our humble little former democracy, and elsewhere.

All he ever wanted.

I think he doesn’t care about the poor schlubs who voted for him. He never liked them anyway. He only needed them. I think he can now rest, play golf into the sunset, let others run our collapsed government and gutted democracy. Maybe a disease will provide 1) the excuse to step back, and 2) engender sympathy. Jim disagrees. Jim thinks he does care about the midterms, about holding majorities in the House and Senate. He’s got three more years to rule. I think nope. I don’t think he gives a damn about the country or about the government he tanked. I think he got his immoral butt ugly bill through, got his tax cuts, implemented a mind boggling escalation in deportation efforts (his legacy), and twisted his dull dirty knife into the hearts of democrats everywhere. I think that’s it. He’s free and immune (thanks to his pals on the formerly supreme court), he’s rich and getting richer, the entire world is bending a knee to him (seriously baffling and mind numbing), he’s getting back at all who made him feel small…. his work here is done.

Who cares if he drew a crude picture of a naked woman with a sharpie and signed his name in her pubic hair in a 50th birthday card to JE in 2003? Who cares if he and his pal Jeffrey shared a secret (their obvious shared penchant for raping young girls) and he wished for his friend more wonderful secrets each day? We might, but he doesn’t. (Can you imagine, some republican pundits are saying his sexual behavior is baked in and nobody cares? Can you further imagine this is generating more support for trump at the moment, not less… that the republican instinct is to circle the wagons in support of their guy as the media piles on yet again? Tragic.)

I don’t know, really, where this goes. Does this all signal a rupture in the Magaverse? Declining support for their dear leader? Or does he slip out the back jack, his usual unscathed? Will the dems overplay this hand? Prolly will. But shouldn’t he be called out? Shouldn’t decency prevail? Shouldn’t justice emerge at some point? Shouldn’t accountability finally happen?

(She screamed into the void.)

So far this year, the resistance has organized major national marches and rallies in April (Hands Off), May (May Day), June (No Kings Day) and July (Good Trouble Lives On). We were driving from Bayeux to Paris on June 14 and missed No Kings Day, but I’ve been able to attend the others. And, of course, there have been many, many other actions (like protests at Tesla dealerships, and smaller actions of all kinds in thousands of communities across the nation). I expect these to continue. The movement is only growing.

Today in Woodland, about 250-300 folks gathered. It was super well organized by two neighbors who heard about the John Lewis effort through Indivisible and decided to pull something together. Good for them! Here they are.. just a couple of friends:

They invited about 8 other folks to speak (all excellent) and recruited the Davis Raging Grannies to sing:

The speakers (a couple of pastors, a few immigrant rights folks and some others who are spearheading acts of resistance in other ways) spoke, then sign-bearers stood along the street and waved at the millions of cars who drove by and honked in solidarity.

I like this Indivisible action team from Davis — the Visibility team — who often position themselves on freeway overcrossings, but also show up at Russell and B St, and other high traffic areas in town. And of course the various protests in our area. I particularly like these signs.

I really love the signs people come up with that so speak from their hearts:

This is why we come to Ann Arbor… to see the kiddos and to experience a slice of their life. So here’s how this day unfolded:

Our basement apartment at Chez Claire-Lisa is — as I’m sure I’ve said before — lovely, quiet, comfortable and fully equipped. Fully equipped includes all the usual guest amenities, but add a fully stocked exercise gym and a laundry room.

So, this day started with a spin on Claire’s Peloton (again). This photo shows the space we walk through on our way to the bedroom/bathroom. When guests are not occupying the basement, it’s also their big screen TV room. Things to note in the photo: the Peloton over there in the corner; my traveling workout notes (I’m a weirdo); and especially that huge, plush couch, which C&L are bequeathing to Peter and Maya, sure to be the nicest piece of furniture in their new studio apartment.

The other thing I’m loving about this summer trip to Ann Arbor is the cool rain, humidity (well… only in the shade when it’s unseasonably cool, like this morning) and all the GREEN! This is the view to the backyard (could also be the neighbor’s yard.. they don’t really do fences around here).

After a leisurely morning, Jim and I went into town to hang out at Argus.. my absolute favorite corner in A2.. we sat in the green house (not sure what they call that space) and drank coffee/tea and ate croissants prob for a couple hours. We then bought a bunch of locally farmed produce and headed into Kerry Town to finish our dinner shopping at the Coop and Zingerman’s (birthday cake).

We headed back to Loch Alpine and having exhausted himself, Jim took a very long nap! I prepped dinner.. fun to make my way through somebody else’s kitchen….not hugely efficiently, but I found most of what I needed.

Dinner was some cheese and cracker apps, a sheet pan Greek chicken that’s been a fave at home (though guessed on the marinade.. and it came out great), a big salad, some fantastic bakery bread, wine, and a weird tropical birthday cake and ice cream. Yummers.

Best part of the night was Maya’s willingness to share a presentation she’d made to her company this week. It was about 15-20 minutes long (with our frequent interruptions and questions) adn it was a compelling and thoughtful look at the impact of school design (good and bad) on the well being and productivity of students. She delivered it as she did to her colleagues so it was like seeing her in her professional role.. and it was impressive. I felt so proud of her.

I do love these kids.

[That’s the Huron River Rd that runs between Ann Arbor and points west. Loch Alpine is about 5 miles from A2 along this road.]

This lazy summer day in Ann Arbor starred Dexter and Lowertown Bar & Cafe. It also starred our darling kiddos, but they’re always the star of the show.

Day opened with another round on the Peloton. Claire’s created a nice workout space on the bottom floor .. surround by plants and flowers, a powerful fan, a place to position/charge your devices, a clear view of the big screen tv (though I didn’t have the patience to navigate that) … just step on and go. Which I did. Fun.

Then Jim and I headed to Dexter, a tiny town (pop 4500) 4 miles west of Loch Alpine (L&C’s rural, deer and lake-rich neighborhood). Dexter is just darn sweet. It sits, as well, along the Huron river. Its downtown has a critical mass of bakeries and essential merchants, the residential areas are tidy and awash in flowers and fresh cut grass. We sat outside at Joe and Rosie’s and drank coffee/tea, ate muffins, did puzzles and watched small town life happen.

Peter summoned us at noon and we picked him up (again, at the loading dock), and headed to El Limon, a Mexican restaurant, again on Plymouth, close to his office. Kept it short, as he was busy and was going to be spending the end of his day at the optometrist getting fitted for new glasses and his first set of contacts! He lost his own glasses (sad) and has been wearing Maya’s (for a month or two!), which only approximate his prescription.

After lunch, we dropped Peter back at his office and Jim and I whiled away the afternoon at Loch Alpine. Around 5, we met Peter and Maya at their newish neighborhood hangout: Lowertown Bar and Cafe.

Lowertown Bar & Cafe is a hybrid neighborhood space, serving Hyperian coffee and pastries during the day, and a wide selection of beer and craft cocktails in the evening.

Lowertown is more than a location – it’s a community revival. This neighborhood predates much of downtown Ann Arbor, with the oldest commercial building in town just steps away.

Where morning coffee meets evening cocktails in Ann Arbor’s historic northside.

Tuesday night offers a rousing Trivia competition and we were there for it. In fact, we got 2nd place in the first round (and won a gift card!) and we came in 6th in the second round. Looked like about 20 teams, some very large.

Maya and I had walked over to a nearby Indian restaurant to pick up to-go dinners, which was wonderful. Lo Town only serves drinks.. people bring their own food.

A nice shot of Maya…probably conferring on a correct answer of some sort.

After all that excitement, we headed to that ice cream place (the one we’ve noticed for the last 5 years, the one with the very long lines) at Liberty and 1st. Fantastic ice cream (the line moves fast) on a warm night. Heavenly. We drove them back to their car and we headed home.

A2 in the Summer

July 7, 2025

Gotta love a town where folks are still displaying their Kamala signs (signs with a touch of hometown pride).

Jim and I have Lisa and Claire’s home — a home we know and love — to ourselves for the week. Started our first morning with a phone call from Lisa, (all the way over in Germany) who checked in to make sure everything was good but mostly needed me to fetch some info for her. That was our wake up call, though it wasn’t that early.. we’re still on California time.

Now up, had a great workout on Claire’s Pelaton, showered then headed out to lunch (it was that late..). We’ve now mastered ePark Ann Arbor.. a very cool phone app that is the fastest and most convenient way to pay a parking meter ever. We tried a new place (to us): First Bite, on Main Street between Huron and Washington. Lovely spot.. all healthy and thoughtful. Sat inside, but nabbed an outside table when one opened, had bowls and soups.. easy breezy. After lunch, we strolled down Main to the Himalayan store so I could show Jim one of my favorite stores in town and have him look at one of the videos that runs on a large screen in the back of the store promoting the various trips they coordinate to Nepal (in case P&M want to do that as a graduation gift). The owners were the first, I believe, couple to marry at the top of Mt. Everest. How ’bout that!

We dropped into State and Liberty — that men’s clothing store that specializes in stretchy, athletic-cut suits (odd garments, those). Peter needs to get sized for a suit we bought him (via gift card) for Christmas last year, in time for a wedding next month in Scotland. (Hurry up, Peter!) Then walked up to Sweetwater in Kerry Town and sat there for another couple hours drinking coffee/tea, doing puzzles, blogging, clearing email and tabs.. whatever. Productive. (Or not.)

This is what I mean. Chill. Jim and I occupy ourselves leisurely during the day and, depending on the day, will meet up with Peter and/or Maya for lunch or a walk or dinner, as their schedules allow. We are up for anything at anytime. We might service P’s car, or at least gas it up, maybe clean it. How great is that? Everyone’s happy: win win win win.

Peter was ready for us at 4:00, so we picked him up from the usual spot (a service dock behind a North Campus building) and off we went to take a good long walk along the Huron River in Gallop Park.

A great data dump was had as we dodged Canada Geese (and their green slimy poop). Me: over the moon to be strolling with the boy, hearing his stories and updates. He had a coop work shift that night and would miss dinner, so we stopped at a place new to Jim and me, Rapport, another eatery/pub in the strip mall along Plymouth that is so often his destination for meals, as it’s close to North Campus. He had some fried food and a beer, me a cider, Jim an iced tea.. and lots more stories. Excellent. We dropped him at Escher in time for his 7pm shift and we headed over to the Burnt Toast to take Sarah out for dinner.

Sarah suggested Mediterrano.. on the outskirts (or so it seemed) and we had a fantastic dinner and some great catch up with her. Returned to the Burnt Toast (love that place) and had some of her rhubarb pie. Hung out for about an hour, then headed home.

Today had some sun, some overcast, no rain, but warm (high 70s). Warm enough to sweat even if not exerting much energy. We’ve not been in A2 much in the summer (ever, except for me back in 2019). Peter sings the praises of the upper midwest summer.. so that was one reason we decided to go now. Also: lightning bugs.

Nashville Layover

July 6, 2025

Jim’s and my departure (from home) this day was at 6:30am. We decided to drive (rather than Uber) and we parked in the new south economy lot (nice, as long-term airport parking lots go). Flew SWA.. a California staple.. and arrived in Nashville in time for some meal.. who knows.. probably lunch. We found a place called Ole Red which offered mediocre food, but live music.. Nashville, after all. It was cool. We sat there for probably 90 mins.


Our flight to Detroit was delayed so our arrival was a bit too late to make dinner with Peter and Maya. We did see a nice sunset from the plane. We got into Detroit at around 10pm.



Peter and Maya had been backpacking with friends over the holiday weekend way up in the UP, somewhere along Lake Superior (where mosquitoes and biting flies are all the rage) and made a point to get home in time to see us (took them 10+ hours!). But by the time we got to the Escher Cooperative, it was 11:15. About all they could muster was to hand over the Honda keys to us and say goodnight. We were beat, as well, and headed to Lisa and Claire’s.

Lisa and Claire are in Norway. We get to use their comfy, well-equipped home for the week. Lucky us! Got in and settled and, for me, to bed by 2:15 (eastern time). Ahhhhhhhh.

[Note: I’m in backfilling mode. If you’re a reader, you’re going to be confused for awhile.]

I’ve recovered slightly from my melancholy of yesterday’s Independence Day. More accurately, July 4th is behind us and I’m not thinking too much about our crumbling democracy today. Instead, I’m in packing mode (again) for a 9-day trip to Ann Arbor and Vermont and pretty damn excited about that. Get to see Peter and Maya for 6 chill, easy, go with the flow days, then get to see my old buddy Lauren-Glenn and her wonderful husband Mark for a few days on Lake Champlain (I believe). None of that sucks!

I checked my photo archive for a pic I may have taken on July 5, and came up with one: the cute plate I bought in Alcobaça, Portugal. [When I get around to blogging that trip, I’ll explain more about this regional ceramic style.] For the moment, this plate sits on our kitchen table. It’s nice and cheery to look at.