Bits and Pieces from a week in Southern California:
We miss the sun now.
And even palm trees and the cactus.
And knowing that we can't go to Paris Baguette for pastry treats.
Todd drove through Beverly Hills and Bel Air. We saw the outsides of fancy stores. We don't even shop retail in regular places - LOL. Lots of their roads are as lumpy and bumpy as those in the metro area of Minnesota. It was trash pick-up day in Bel Air. Trash containers look about the same as here. However, shrubberies WERE impressive. Green and very well groomed.
Thanks to a friend, I got to scritch a lovely young Arabian gelding (with a peachy keen pedigree) at the W. K. Kellogg Arabian Horse Center. And visit the Kellogg Arabian Horse Library with other friends (poor hubby Todd had to put up with our horse-book-illustrators chatter). And touch some original art and see personal photo albums of Gladys Brown Edwards. It was fun to see that she took WONDERFUL photos of Arabian horses and not-so-wonderful photos, and mounted them side by side. This made her just a bit more real to me - not only the FAMOUS ARTIST, but a person who could "cut" the head off a horse in a photo just as we mortal photographers might. And not care - the "bad" pictures hold equal space in her albums as the "perfect" pictures do.
The week held other visits with West Coast friends, becoming pals with daughter, Tara's cat, as with as roommate's oft ignored feline. We learned of the powers of sparkly balls on a stick. And got suckered in to being the handlers of said stick. No, we are not getting a cat. But they were fine company in an apartment without a television.
Now it's time to pay more attention to the PBS TV story on the Bronte sisters, so my sorry writing will make way for learning more about their great stuff. And odd lives.
Another day I'll type more of L.A.
Fare-thee-well,
Sue
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