We made it! I didn’t do the calculation, and am in no shape to attempt it now, but we were traveling for over 30 hours. Just the fact that we took off from Vancouver at 1:35AM on the 18th of March and landed some 12 hours later at 6:00AM on the 19th makes my head spin. Can I count the hours in the lost day? Here we are again in arithmetic! Anyhow, we made it.

It was a long trip, but I have to thank EVA Air for great flights. I don’t think that I have experienced care like that before. What a difference a day makes.

We arrived in Bali on schedule and ran through the gauntlet of security, immigration, customs and taxi service hawkers. I was grateful to have someone helping get through the maze, I’m not sure if I would have made it on my own. Once we were out of the airport, the sounds, the wall of heat and the faint smell of incense burning made me nostalgic for my year in Malaysia. A little like homecoming.

We hit a hiccup when we got out of the airport. There were what seemed like thousands of people lined up with names of people they were picking up and delivering to their hotels. Couldn’t see our names or a Viking rep, so I got on the phone. After a while on hold, I wanted to let our guide from the airport off the hook, so we headed back in, and I took another look at the sea of signs. Found a Viking rep who was there to pick up other passengers, not us. After a few minutes, he left his colleague to find the other folks, and took us to a waiting van. I was a bit annoyed because I had spent quite a while on the phone with Viking giving all the new details of our flights. They had no record. I will also add that the tickets for our excursion in Bali and the confirmation of a massage for David that we had missed were waiting in our room. Not to mention the charge. I really don’t like to complain, and am grateful that we are here, safe and in one piece, but I want to have a nice long conversation with someone from customer service at Viking. Something is rotten in Oslo.

I was glad to see the sun rise.

Yesterday, for Mothers’ Day, I baked a cake. There was no mother available, so David and I had to eat it. It looked beautiful, if I do say so myself. The cake itself, however, was dry. I have got to figure out what went wrong. It didn’t rise the way it should have either. The mirror glaze worked OK, and the salted caramel cream was delicious!

No, you aren’t losing your mind. Yesterday wasn’t Mothers’ Day. I never posted the above, so I will just pick up here. Hard to follow a lovely cake with the SCOTUS shit show. What, with tRump’s brown shirts shooting up grocery stores and elementary schools, this should just seem normal, right? When did the repugnicans become such a bunch of Gladys Kravitz’s? They keep talking about this cabal that Hilary runs, but it seems to be more projection. Maybe MTG and Gaetz are the gatekeepers? They are evil in the flesh. Lying, cheating A-holes. They need to crawl home and start fixing their own rotting houses. I hope that this is all the last gasp of a dying movement. Hopefully the death rattle won’t be too violent.

During the pandemic, I did a bit of genealogy, which was enlightening. The big takeaway was, I am very white. Most of my ancestors came over in the early 1600’s. No pilgrims, but three years later, they arrived in New Hampshire. Like many immigrants, they were fleeing religious restrictions. My Dad was an atheist, and his independent, curious and progressive vibe was always a wonder to me. I don’t think he taught me this, but we both believed that religion is the root of all evil. It is too easily perverted. My mother hedged her bets and gave money to the church, but rarely went. She would just say that is really just one tenet to follow – treat people the way you want to be treated. They both were conservatives who understood that religion has absolutely no place in the government. It is one of the main reasons many people came to America. Freedom to worship. The court today, took a step to bring religion into the government, and that is exactly what they want. They don’t understand freedom, liberty and what this country is about.

We have to stop whining and start changing things. My one hope is that in November we will drive a stake through the heart of the monster and sanity will be restored. Not to mention avoiding fascism.

Today I was floating in the pool, staring up in the sky, and there they were. Two hawks making lazy circles in the sky. No, really. It was like they were training for the Olympics. Synchronized flying. As I floated there in the pool, I thought, that’s kind of like us. David and I are just making lazy circles. We don’t really have a schedule to keep, except David has singing on Mondays, and reading on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. Well, maybe some kind of a schedule but enough time to make some lazy circles.

It’s been a while since I have written here. I’ve been writing, but not here. Something I have been working on. More on that another time. A lot has happened and nothing has happened all at the same time. I am sure that you all understand that. We canceled our trip to Europe, but are still heading to New York next week. Would love to see people. We are very excited about staying at the High Line Hotel – down the street from our old W 20th Street apartment. I loved that apartment. I’ve loved almost every place we have lived. Now the house here seems to fit us like a glove.

Some pictures of the house, now that all the work is done. This is all the new front yard. The gigantic popsicle was David’s present for the holidays. A California artist, John Cerney, who paints these large, roadside signs had a grouping of popsicles here in Palm Springs. David loved them, so I contacted him and he agreed to create and install one for us. We love it. You can get more information about the artist here – John Cerney Murals

Thanks for reading. I want to put this to bed and then put my head on the pillow.

Yes, I know. It’s been a while. Things are quiet here in Palm Springs with David and me. Saturday, David had his second Pfizer vaccine. Hopefully it will not be too long for me. The second dose process was much faster and easier than the first. The first one was in Beaumont, CA and took over three hours. Over a mile in line in the car, but the process inside was quick. The second dose was at Eisenhower Medical Center, which might give you and idea of the folks in Palm Desert. We took Frank Sinatra Dr to Bob Hope on our way and Bob Hope, past Gerald Ford and on to Dinah Shore on our way home. As you can imagine, it was very different. Valet parking, about two nurses and five volunteers to every person getting a vaccine. I am hoping that when it is my turn, it is the same process.

Yesterday David was a little more tired. More than just the usual Sunday morning. Today he is better. Still tired, but not as much. We also had a hoot this morning watching some old videos that I had digitized. I had boxes of old 8mm film and VHS tapes. There is a lot of stuff that was fun to watch. Vermont. DC. Friends who we don’t get to see enough of.

I read to David every day at around 4pm. When we were in Livermore Susan and Bill would each take two days a week. He misses that. Sometimes my voice misses that, but mostly it is fun to read. We read Caste by Isabel Wilkerson and it should be part of the High School curriculum. Then we read Dreams of El Dorado: A History of the American West. Also great. Then we started the latest Obama book, but it got too deep into details for David to follow. Concepts are often hard for him to get due to the stroke.

So We moved on to Genius by Patrick Dennis. Yes, of Auntie Mame fame. What a scream! He is so, I was going to say wicked, but really just honest. Nobody is spared, and sadly for anyone who knows me, I see bits of myself in some of his worst characters. Particularly Alastair St Regis, who is everything that you can imagine. All that layered on a schmuck from New Jersey. So much fun to read aloud.

It’s July! Where does the time go? David is back in speech and physical therapy, which is great. For the next few weeks we are going once a week. We finished the Churchill book and restarted Leadership by Doris Kearns Goodwin. We are enjoying it. Very timely, if you know what I mean. It focuses on Lincoln, the Roosevelts and Johnson.

This post began over a week ago and I just haven’t been inspired to write until there was some good news. Unfortunately, little of it is coming from outside the walls of our little paradise. The pool is back. That is the best news. I could have used it last weekend when it was 118! I’m just glad it is back. David is planning on trying the new stairs tomorrow or Sunday, depending on temperature.

Everyone is under pressure, and the cracks are beginning to show. You can file the following story in “puny problems of the privileged” Last Sunday I was at Ralph’s to pick up some groceries. I don’t know what possessed me, but I went, in spite of it being Sunday and visitors. I figured maybe because it was a little later in the afternoon, they would be gone or going soon. Certainly not at Ralph’s. They weren’t. All the local crazies had the same thought as I did. I dodged the bad cart drivers, avoided the ice cream aisle and headed to check out. Checked out. Almost out the door without incident.

So, one of the retail requirements here in Palm Springs is to designate one door for entrance and one for exit. So, I am heading to the exit, which is the other side of the storefront from where I was parked. Remember, it was 118. As I am approaching the exit, a young woman. Cell phone in one hand, looking around like she has just landed from another planet, asking “Where are the carts? Why aren’t there any carts?’ I wanted to say, “They are over there, at the entrance”, but knew that whatever I said would come our really snarky. As I turn to go out the door a woman stood in the exit, looked at the sign and said, “It’s too hot, I’m coming in the exit”. I said “I don’t care, but if you move, I can leave and you can come in”. There was only a touch of attitude. It felt good. We were all wearing masks.

I started writing this about ten days ago. I don’t feel fizzy and funny and fine, and don’t know if I could find a lyric that would work. I do feel pretty. I got my hair cut. I feel so much better. I mention this mostly to illustrate how mundane and ineffective I feel.

I don’t know if I mentioned this already (the memory is the first thing to go, and next comes laziness and not looking to see if I might have mentioned it), but forgive me if I have. In the afternoons I have been reading “The Splendid and The Vile” by Eric Larson. It is about Churchill during the Battle of Britain. I am enjoying reading it aloud and hearing the voices of the people who witnessed history. It strikes me how life continued almost normally while the world was falling apart. So, here we are.

Anyway, stay safe and sane and let’s not give up or give in. We will vote in November, and it may not be magic, but we have to hold out hope.

Well, it has been a while! I started this post, who knows? Maybe 2 days ago or maybe 2 weeks ago. I have no idea. Anyway, we are both fine. Really, better than fine. Despite being cooped up in our home for quite a while now, we are great. Stuck in a house you love, with the man you love, with the dog you love, and the pool that you are obsessed with, is a beautiful thing. I thought this song summed up how I am feeling. I hope David feels the same. I’ll get into the pool more later.

It has been very hot. Hotter than normal. Today it was around 105, and since we aren’t supposed to go out, we stay in the cool. Every day I wake up and think that we are so lucky.

Now, to the pool. From the beginning of our confinement, I have been spending a lot of time in the pool. A little swimming, for exercise, but more splashing, floating, and, yes, dancing. Usually sometime in the afternoon, I just get in the pool and put music on and choreograph interpretive dances. I have, officially lost my mind. If you know my taste in music, it can be quite interesting, swinging from the expected Bette and Barbara to Annie Lennox, then back to Linda Ronstadt (usually the Nelson Riddle stuff, but sometimes other stuff). As I was doing my best Esther Williams to the Midler/Manilow version of I Love Being Here with You. Sorry, now it is really official. Mind. Gone. Goodnight.

Hoping to get this blog post off before I begin cooking for Passover. Things are going well here in Palm Springs. The weather had been really great, then it started raining yesterday. Stopped now, for a bit, and the sun is out, but not for long, judging by the clouds surrounding our piece of blue sky.

Last night was the full moon and snapped a photo from the back yard. I am constantly being reminded, when I am in a very self pitying mood, David and I are so lucky. Even with the stroke, we have fun and carry on. I flare up once in a while, but that will usually fizzle quickly. Projects are what keep me sane. I can’t wait for the movers to come with all my “stuff”. I have no idea where we are going to put all the “stuff”.

Anyway, missed posting this before Seder. Today’s project was to make a Seder. Sort of. I mean, I have never done it. I think it came together nicely, but was an all day exercise. Started with the brisket, then on to the kugel, followed by the haroset and finished (started) with matzo ball soup. I’m pooped!

Yesterday, we added accessories to the Broadway Charades with David Shapiro. See what you think. Amazing what can be done with an old dish towel and a wire hanger (apologies to Joan Crawford). Everyone should be able to guess the musical here.

I wanted to get something out on the blog before too much time goes along. Inspired by the game of charades, we are watching lots of movies on TCM. Citizen Kane is recorded and patiently waiting for us to review. Maggie is enjoying the larger yard and our long walks along the wash each morning. Anyway, here is a picture of Maggie in her element and two more Broadway Charades with David Shapiro. Oh, and the last two were – West Side Story and A Chorus Line.

I know this is parody, but, thanks Marjorie for sharing. It made my evening. Here is a fictional letter from F. Scott Fitzgerald as it might have been written in 1920. David and I decided that he is F. Scott and I am Zelda. The big difference is our menu of alcohol is different from theirs. Vodka and Champagne are staples in our home.

So, this came from one of our conversations. Not sure what David was trying to tell me, but I wasn’t getting it. Now, remember, I had no idea he was trying to tell me the name of a musical, so I was at a disadvantage. Now, to fill our days, or maybe a few minutes of our days, we will be sending out Broadway Charades with David Shapiro. Here are the first two. Not prizes for getting them right, just our love and admiration, and my amazement. You can give the answers in the comments.

More tomorrow!

Gosh, so much going on, right?! Well, in our little lives, we left Livermore, signed the contract to sell our house, stayed overnight in Paso Robles (lovely, but eerie because of the virus). I was going to go on, but changed that comma to a period. What the hell??!! Because of the virus? Are we in a Stephen King novel?

Anyway, we decided at the last minute to skip Santa Barbara. It seemed like time not to have social contact with anyone. We drove straight through to Palm Springs. When I called to cancel our reservation, the guy I spoke to (Marcus) was very nice. First, he seemed surprised that I called to cancel. I thought that was odd. Do people not cancel their hotel reservations? It finally dawned on me that he didn’t know my name, so I said, “don’t you need my name to cancel the reservation?” He didn’t. We were their only reservation.

We arrived in Palm Springs at about 5:30 PM. Many of you know that we were staying at our generous neighbor until we could get into the house in mid April. Donovan was working furiously to get everything ready a day before our planned arrival. I did let him know we were coming early and asked if it was OK. It was great. After getting a good night’s sleep, we had a very relaxing day. It was raining. In the evening, the folks who were renting the house stopped by to let us know that they were packing up the car and heading back to Canada in the morning. Terrible that their vacation was cut short, but great for us.

I spent today moving everything over from next door and unpacking the five boxes that I had shipped before we left. Now we are ready! Ready to sit here and what? Catch up on TV. This may test my sanity. David and I only had a few “moments” during this transition. You know, those moment when you feel like you are at each other’s throats. To be fair, mostly it was me at David’s throat. Sorry. Not really.

So, things are sunny in Palm Springs, but I will leave off now, because if I don’t I may continue stress eating between sentences. And, wash your hands, we all know by now how to do it!

There is a picture. I have been scanning photos that my Father had saved and after he died, my brother sent a box filled with memories. Some of them were not mine, but they were memories all the same. (Is that a line from Gilbert & Sullivan?) There is this one photo that is very blurry, and there is a figure running in something with red stripes and there is a wig. I remember that moment pretty vividly. The striped nightshirt and that nasty old wig. But, you know memories, they are sometimes tricky, and what you remember has been cleaned up somehow. Or maybe your part in the day was less important than you remember.

I was directing a play. That time honored story of the young girl with a red cape and hood, her Grandmother, and a wolf. You may not be surprised that I was playing the Grandmother as well as directing. You may also not be surprised that I don’t remember who played the other characters. I was six or seven. It was in the backyard of our old house across the street from where we were I grew up.

I think this is all brought on by wandering around an almost empty house. Still have some important things to do before we leave. I am up late tonight because the drive down with David, Maggie, and all the stuff we need to carry is making my mind race. How will I fit it all in the car! I thought writing might help. Let’s see. Good-night.

Saturday, the movers came. Everything that we are taking is on its way south, if not already there in storage. We plan on getting in the car on a week from today, March 16. I had originally planned on leaving work on March 15 because I thought it would be appropriate, but, the politics continued, and after the election earlier this month, It was pretty clear that my decision to leave earlier was the right one.

Oh god, what am I doing. If you got this far, I give your credit and my apology. So, our plan is to leave Livergultch on the 16th and drive to Paso Robles to spend the night. The next day, we are on our way to Santa Barbara to visit with Walter and Lynne. That would put us in Palm Springs on the 18th to 19th. We may make a stop in LA on the way to PS.

Loads going on, and it has been way too long since I have written. I tried about a year ago, but had technical difficulties. Don’t ask. Finally today, I was able to spend a couple hours with the Helpdesk to fix the problems.

First things first – we are moving back to Palm Springs. I won’t go into too much detail, but you can read more about it here. To boil it down, the political battle was more than we needed at this point in our lives, and Livermore’s loss will hopefully be Palm Spring’s gain. Why is it that people get most vicious when there is so little at stake? It is sad that we are leaving some amazing friends and the staff and volunteers at Livermore Arts.

Now to happier news. David is doing well and looking forward to getting to Palm Springs. I am busy getting rid of things we have collected over the past twenty plus years. How do you fit three houses into one?

Oh, did I mention I turned 60 a few weeks ago. I really feel like the hip replacement was more of a milestone than 60!

I will be quick.  A lot changes in thirteen days.  David is not making a solo trip back east.  Sorry.  I think we will plan a visit in the fall though for both of us.  Nothing terrible happened, and actually, he is doing better – back up to five time around the block.  He is just nervous about traveling on his own.  We may fly to Palm Springs and I will let him try to do as much as possible without me.  Harder for me, I think, than David.  I still have to remind myself that he doesn’t need me to do everything for him.

Otherwise, things are good.  It is getting warmer in Livermore.  Tomorrow it is supposed to be 90 tomorrow.  Sorry about the snow for many of you in the Northeast.  We are working on finishing up our season for 2016/17 and I am very pleased with how it is looking.  Lots of great artists and it has a little bit for everyone.

The other night, I came home and David tells me he wants to go to NY.  A friend here in Livermore was telling me about an upcoming theater trip to NY, and David thought that was a great idea.  So, we are planning a solo trip for David to NY!  I will let you know what date we pick, so any east coast folks who want to rendezvous with David can make that happen.  Also, any theater suggestions will be most appreciated.  That will be the main purpose.

Speaking of Theater, the SF touring season was just announced, and while Hamilton will be the hightlight, they are also presenting the pre-broadway showing of Roman Holiday.  That will be fun.

Alright, I did not write the next night, as I had hoped, but let’s just be happy it was days, not months.  A lot happened in a few days though.  On Saturday we went to test drive a new car.  With the beetle and the convertible, we were realizing that we needed a four door car.  It was getting tired (mostly for our friends) to have to squeeze into the back of the convertible or the beetle.  We decided we would try and follow Ed Begley Jr’s lead and look at an all electric car.  And that is what we did.  Leased a Nissan Leaf.  We traded in the beetle and kept the convertible (you have to have one in CA, right?)  Now we have a great little car to take drives around the area (it goes about 120 miles on a charge).  It is lovely to drive and blue, although one has nothing to do with the other.

The best part of getting the car though was, while we were in Dublin, we found what will now be our favorite Chinese restaurant.  We have Uncle Yu’s here in Livermore, and it is good, but a little upscale.  We had so much food at this place and it was so good.  We will be going back regularly!

Well, it has been too long, and recently I have gotten some emails asking when I would start this back up again, so, here’s an attempt.  It has been a challenging couple of weeks.  Two weeks ago, David had a fall.  He was getting up and coming into the kitchen and just lost his balance and fell.  Initially, he was just a little shaken and sore, but the next day he was in real pain, so we went to urgent care, and they sent us to the ER.  He got checked out, and not internal bleeding and nothing broken.  So, home we went with some pain medication.

A week later, he passed out while on the toilet, so I called 911 and they came and took him to the hospital.  This time it was a drop in his blood pressure caused by dehydration and constipation.  So, home again.  The most unfortunate part was it shook his confidence.  Just before the fall, he had worked up to walking around the block five times.  Today he got back up to three times.

So, things are going OK here in Livermore.  Aside from needing to sell more tickets, we are doing great.  David is not in love with the town, but folks are very nice and I really am enjoying work.  David has two folks who are friends through the theater who come to read to him each twice a week, and the daughter of our Director of Finance comes and tutors him on the day when they don’t come.  I actually think they don’t do so much tutoring, but just have fun.

In June, we will be heading to Paris for a week to see Alex, Claire, Theo and Vincent, and then return to San Francisco with Claire, Theo and Vincent.  Alex will be coming back in July for most of the summer.  Both of us are really looking forward to Paris and the summer with them.  We have a house a Donner Lake for a week, which I hear is beautiful.  We have a subscription to SF Ballet and on Sunday we are going to see the next program.  Two pieces – Dances at a Gathering and Swimmer.  I am excited for David to see Swimmer.  I saw it last year, and it was amazing. We are also going out to lunch at a place we walked by that looked great called Monsieur Benjamin.

As I said, I can’t complain.  Life is great here, and I can’t say it enough – the weather is great.  Just getting warmer, not that it really got cold.  Although David does complain about the cold, and we did have about five days of rain (mixed with sun).  It makes everything look green, so it’s a good thing.  The house is great and close to downtown, so we stroll a lot, and I can walk home from work in about three minutes.

Well, that’s enough for tonight.  Tomorrow, I promise I will write and maybe about the next season or the film festival which is coming in May.  Tomorrow we are going to the Livermore Valley Opera’s production of The Italian Girl in Algiers.

I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving.  I do think it is my favorite holiday.  It is still pretty universal and it is generally pretty easy to avoid the folks who have turned it into Christmas Part I, but I won’t get into that.  Most of the stores are closed and everyone is focused on family and just being happy with what they have.

Speaking of family, we recently tend to be the interlopers at family celebrations and tonight we went to friends nearby who were having family over.  It was a very nice evening with some terrific people, and we all had a good time.  Food was great.  Wine was delicious. Dessert was a virtual buffet of delights.  Before dinner, we made the usual round the table list of things to be thankful for.  Lots of family, which is right and appropriate.  When it came to my turn, it was simply being with people who care, but mostly, that David was still able to critique me and give me advice on work, life and everything.  I also mentioned that both of us were thankful that our family in Paris were safe and seemed calm and happy.  Then it came to David’s turn, and he sort of summed it up as usual and just said Hillary.

Now, I know I shouldn’t get into politics, and like her or not, I am very thankful that she reminds me that there are sane and caring people trying to take positions of power.  The Republican corral of donkeys scare me with their mean spiritedness or their downright incompetence.  I will be more thankful this time next year after they have gone down in flames.  I would say it has to happen, but to honest, I though George W didn’t have a snowballs chance in 1999.  Please, if there is a god, please.

I should stop.  Not sure if I have mentioned this, but have begun rehearsals for a production of Pirates of Penzance in January at the Bankhead.  Playing the Major General again.  The producer keeps on reminding us that we are doing the Joe Papp version, and while it is different in style, the text is pretty much the same, except for the song borrowed from Ruddigore.  I have been enjoying the work.  It feeds my soul.

Next year we will have Thanksgiving here at the house, I promise.

So, it has been too long, and I have been getting loads of emails asking about Alex, Claire, Theo and Vincent in Paris, and wanted to let everyone know that they are OK. I think that the world is a bit shaken by the events yesterday and we are all thinking about the people who are in Paris and France.  I won’t go on, but it is crazy that there are people who can hate so much.  I will leave it at that.

We are good here in Livermore.  Work is challenging, particularly hiring in the east bay.  The competition is so fierce and when you are up against the likes of Google, etc it is hard to find people willing and able to take on some positions.  In NY and DC, there were always a pool of artists who were eager to take on challenges at a relatively low pay.  We don’t have that pool in Livermore.

David is doing well, and his speech is improving.  He has been keeping a small diary to help with his writing, which in turn helps with his speech.  David was in Palm Springs for the month of October, and liked the independence, and the warm weather.  Not that it is terribly cold here, but it does get chilly in the evenings.  Days are generally in the low 60’s to 70’s, which is not so far off from Palm Springs.  10 degrees different is normal.

David, as you can imagine, is beloved by all the staff and volunteers at the theater.  They seem to tolerate me (sometimes).  It is great to be able to walk to the theater, as we did last night.  We also can’t really go out anywhere without running into someone who wants to come and say hello.  I keep chalking it up to living in a small town.  We went last night to see Richard Glazier, a pianist who did a presentation called From Broadway to Hollywood about the great composers, but a lot of Gershwin.  The audience loved it, and even David, who you won’t be surprised has a high bar set for entertainment, loved it.  He did miss quite a month in October with Rosanne Cash, The Wailin’ Jennys and Paula Poundstone.  We are planning the season for next year, which is lots of fun, as well as being kind of nerve wracking!

I will keep this brief, and will try to write some more tomorrow.  I have missed this.