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Lying, Laying, And Lying About It

9/19/2018

Not the least benefit of having my first novel published by Black Rose Writing,

...a small but very author-friendly and author-supportive publishing house,

...or so say I, who have had a good experience with BRW - as we, the authors published under it's logo, refer to our publisher in our intra-author communications -

...anyway, what I started to say above is that not least among the benefits of being a BRW author,

...is membership in the Black Rose Writing Authors Facebook page,

...by which BRW authors communicate with each other, learn about each others' books, share questions, advice, upcoming book events, marketing opportunities, our successes, our not-so-successful outcomes, congratulate each other, console each other, encourage each other and sometimes just talk about whatever we feel like talking about - or venting about - germane to the writing life.
Now and then someone will bring up a topic that sets off a substantial back-and-forth discussion, as happened yesterday.

It all started when Gil Dominguez, whose newest book to be released in November is a history of San Antonio, Texas called It Happened in San Antonio,

...posted the following on the authors' Facebook page:
     At the risk of sounding like an old schoolmarm I just want to point out something that is obvious to anyone who holds dear the English language or communication in general. I think grammarians have lost the great battle of lay and lie. And if you're a stickler for correct grammar as I am, the loss will make you cringe.
     I hear not only everyday folks but professional writers, too, say "lay" when they mean "lie." When a word is used incorrectly for so long and by so many it eventually becomes accepted, no matter how wrong the usage might be. But it's a grammatical tragedy. We've become so indifferent to our language in this country that most people will just go along with whatever the popular opinion is without any analysis, deep or otherwise.
     You lie down when you're tired but lay down bricks, which may explain why you're so tired. I heard a joke some time back that might help clear up the lie/lay situation. Ma an Pa are sitting on their rocking chairs on the front porch. Ma says to Pa, "It breaks my heart to think about our two daughters laying out there in the cemetery." To which Pa says, "Yeah, Ma, sometimes it makes me wish they was dead."
      One lays bricks but lies in bed. Of course, one can also lay in bed but that has a totally different meaning. See the joke above.
      Gil's point, then, was that "lay" must take an object but that "lie" is intransitive, but that the grammatical distinction is dying because nobody bothers to learn the correct word from the incorrect word, so that finally there's no wrong or right word, just whatever word one feels like using.
      I guess the bigger question, though, is whether it really matters or not.

One author, of the persuasion that it did matter, asserted in a comment that "the only time 'lay' doesn't require an object (You lay what?) is when you're talking about a hen."

Another fessed up that he was sure he screwed up the two words constantly.
I chimed in that though I had, in fact, thoroughly researched the "lie-lay" thing for my novel as I used the words a lot,

...my characters being kind of a promiscuous bunch who did a good amount of lying, laying, and lying about it,

...still I was kind of relieved to know that if in my sequel I inadvertently made somebody lay when they should just lie - I mean grammatically - I would at least be in good company.
      There was among our group some who lamented the linguistic changes they foresaw coming, such as one writer who posted, "I think in another few generations, we won't (wont) have apostrophes at all, and old grouches like me will no longer be here to foam at the mouth at the sight of 'her's' or 'who's dog that is,' etc."
        I suggested that we shouldn't feel too badly about incorrect grammar morphing into correct grammar, as language is a fluid thing and so is grammar, spelling and all the other linguistic accoutrements, always changing over time with use, misuse and new use.
       To which Gil replied, "Well, I suppose there's not much I can do about any of this other than to hold on to the standards I already have for as long as I can. But as I noted, I think the battle is already lost."
          Mayhaps. As for me, though I try to learn and keep the accepted rules of grammar as best I can, I will admit that when I'm trying to tell a story I do get a weence annoyed over having to sweat the punctuation or worry whether somebody is lying down or laying down - I mean the image conveyed is the same, right?

Likewise when I'm absorbed in a mesmerizing story,

...I'm not one to care about a bit of rogue grammar.
But not all readers are so grammatically forbearing.
For example, a few days ago I received an Amazon review in which the reviewer raked me over the coals because in my novel whenever one character interrupted another character in conversation,

- which they did all the time in my book - besides all their laying and lying, these characters were also kind of an impulsive lot -

...I consistently neglected to end the interrupted phrases with a dash before the end quotes but just ended the phrases with nothing but end quotes, as
in this fight scene between two ex-spouses:
   “What? Are you saying”
    “I’m not saying any”
    “I know what you’re say”
    “I’m only trying to say”
    “Because if you’re trying to say”
    “Aw, Sally, don’t start, please don’t start”
    “I’m not starting anything, I’m just trying to figure out what you”
    "All right! All right!"
    My critic perceived this punctuational omission as unprofessional, unforgivable, and indicative of a lack of basic writing skill.
       Which stung, to the point that I was considering asking my publisher to correct every interrupted phrase in the book in the next printing.
        But then yesterday, towards the end of the "lie-lay" discussion, one author referred to a remark Stephen King once made regarding grammar: King said that he was writing it and he would write it the way he wanted to.
        Subsequently I've decided that I will leave my interrupted phrases as they are, dashless, as they will also be in my sequel (in which the characters continue to interrupt each other).
         And since what's good enough for Stephen King is good enough for me, I say to that dash-obsessive critic: It's my novel and I'll punctuate (or not) if I want to.

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The Serena Thing

9/15/2018

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       EITHER: Serena Williams was a bad sport whose behavior on the tennis court was out of line and deserving of the penalties imposed on her by umpire Carlos Ramos, who observed the rules strictly but by the book;
       OR: Serena Williams was the fed-up victim of sexism on the tennis court who rightly spoke up for herself when she was penalized for violations that would have been overlooked if committed by a male player;
        OR: Serena Williams was treated inequitably on the court but she still shouldn't have disputed the umpire's rulings in the way that she did or disrupted the game with her outbursts, keeping the attention on herself,

...and away from the victory of her opponent Naomi Osaka, who ultimately won the match over Williams.

The above are the three sides of the argument that has continued to percolate since last week when Serena Williams lost her cool and the U.S. Open Grand Slam Tennis Championship in a match that, for better or worse, is going down not as young Naomi Osaka's moment of sweet triumph over one of the greatest women's tennis stars in history, but as Serena William's moment of either behaving terribly or throwing down the gauntlet before discrimination against women in sports. Or both.
     But in truth I don't believe that Serena's behavior during the Grand Slam had anything to do with speaking out against sexism in sports. Nor do I think it was just a manifestation of bad sportsmanship over being docked first a point then a game. I think that sexism in sports and bad sportsmanship in sports are bigger themes that Williams' behavior morphed into, talking points that could be grasped and discussed by the media and the rest of us.
        In truth I don't believe that what transpired during the Grand Slam was the result of unfair treatment or a lack of sportsmanship. I believe that Serena Williams behaved the way she did, not because she believed she'd been cheated; but because she believed she'd been herself called a cheat.
      And this accusation she could not take. It totally unnerved and distracted her. It was driving her crazy and may well be what caused her to lose the Grand Slam championship.
     The chain of events began when Umpire Ramos issued a violation against Williams after her coach,

...Patrick Mouratoglou,

...gave her a "thumbs up" from the sidelines that she may or may not have seen but that Ramos interpreted as coaching, which is not allowed during tennis matches and can be - but apparently seldom is - held against the player, as Ramos, in this case, opted to against Serena Williams.

Serena then approached the umpire and explained in an emotional but controlled voice that she was not being coached, that she was not a cheat, that she would never cheat to win, that she would rather lose.

   But it was obvious that inside Serena Williams was burning and churning. She returned to Ramos again and, her voice still emotional and supplicating, insisted that she didn't cheat, she wasn't a cheat, she wanted him to know that, and when he acknowledged that he knew this, she thanked him.
        Still Serena's inner turmoil over this accusation against her was neither calmed nor assuaged, and after a backhand error she threw her tennis racket to the ground in anger and was given a violation for racket abuse then docked a point, this being her second violation.
      She again approached the umpire's chair, this time with fire in her eyes. She wasn't there to dispute the second violation or even the loss of the point, but to insist that she hadn't received coaching, that she hadn't cheated, that she never cheated. She insisted then insisted again that Ramos make and announcement that she hadn't been coached, that she hadn't cheated. She insisted, then insisted again, that he apologize to her, publicly. She began shouting,almost sobbing, that she had a daughter and would stand for what was right for her daughter's sake.
       And I believe that was the really at the heart of what was driving Serena Williams to distraction: not that she'd been the unfairly penalized or even that she might lose the game, but that she'd been accused of cheating and how could she be a good mother to her daughter with such a blight on her character?
       Though everyone else may not really have cared about the coaching violation or held it against Serena William's character, Serena Williams did. In her mind this violation was amplified as a big black mark against her good name, which she could not abide if she were to be a good mother to her baby daughter. And this worry must have been eating at her throughout the remainder of the match, as seven times she approached the chair to protest or cried out against being accused of cheating, one time calling Ramos a thief of the point she lost, for which the umpire docked her the whole game.
         But the Grand Slam was lost for Serena Williams the moment she was accused of receiving coaching, which she interpreted as an accusation of cheating. It was that accusation, and not discriminatory treatment or bad sportmanship, that caused Serena to lose control of her emotions on the tennis court. She just never recovered from that accusation, crying out even as she exited the court after her loss of the championship that she was owed an apology. Not for sexism, but for what she saw as the diminishment of her reputation.

   After the game Serena's Coach Patrick Mouratoglou nonchalantly admitted in an interview that he had been attempting to coach her, though she didn't see him, and that one hundred percent of coaches coach at one hundred percent of matches though no one ever gets called for it, nor had he ever been. He found it strange that something everyone does all the time was suddenly called by this umpire.
      Ultimately, though, maybe what happened on the court of the Grand Slam actually was at its root a problem of sexism.
      After all, in the end it came down to a woman having to suffer the consequences of actions and decisions made by men.

References
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uiBrForlj-k

https://www.nytimes.com/2018/09/09/sports/serena-osaka-us-open-penalty.html?action=click&module=RelatedCoverage&pgtype=Article&region=Footer

http://www.dispatch.com/opinion/20180912/billie-jean-king-williams-made-point-to-stick-up-for-herself

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The Nike Thing

9/12/2018

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I called my daughter Claire last night.

I called her because I wanted to talk about the Nike thing. I was feeling a little conflicted and was wondering if she was, too.

    The thing is, I do love the Nike Colin Kapernick campaign. Probably because for me "Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for justice" is one of the few credenda from my deeply religious upbringing that actually stuck - so shoot me - and Nike, through Colin Kapernick, has taken up the cause of those who are hungering and thirsting for justice, even if this move has caused a 31% jump in sales for Nike, a 1% rise in stock price, and an upgraded Canaccord Genuity price from $78 to $95 (whatever that means, but it sounds like a sweet payoff for Nike).
     But I don't really care that Nike is profiting nicely form their good deed, and that's not what I'm conflicted about.
      I'm conflicted because Nike's products have been made in overseas factories teeming with human rights violations: sweatshop conditions, the use of child labor, paying workers less than a living wage, forcing workers to live in cramped, squalid factory housing.

This I learned from Claire, herself disciple of the 'Whatsoever you do to one of these, my little brothers and sisters" school of thought,

...who has for years made it a point to boycott Nike products. Thus I've also made it a point to boycott Nike products. All right, I probably wouldn't have bought any Nike products, anyway. I'm an Asics gal. But I've always thought of Nike as a bastion of inhumane corporate greed, more so than most bastions of inhumane corporate greed.
     On the other hand, it appears that Nike has, in recent years, been taking steps to improve conditions in its factories and making an effort to get itself off the top of the list of industrial human rights offenders. But the company seems to be always taking two steps forward and one step back and, according to organizations such as the Ethical Fashion Report that grade companies on their treatment of workers, Nike isn't doing enough to address the exploitation of the workers in its factories around the world.
     And so, though I wanted to cheer Nike's support for social justice in our country through the Colin Kapernick campaign, I couldn't help feeling a weence cynical, that this campaign might be just a public relations ploy, snow covering the dunghill, so to speak.
     I called Claire to find out which direction her moral compass pointed.
     Turned out she wasn't conflicted in the least, her perspective reflecting her usual common-sense optimism.
      "I think the Colin Kapernick Nike thing is great," she said, "and maybe this is a start for Nike to make up for past wrongs. Maybe this will be a jumping off point for Nike to improve conditions for their workers and even do other good things. Let's wait and see."
      Sounds like a good way of looking at it.
       So: Nike, your sins are forgiven. Maybe. So long as you go and sin no more.

References
https://goodonyou.eco/how-ethical-is-nike/

https://www.thecut.com/2018/09/nikes-colin-kaepernick-ad-raises-issues-of-workers-rights.html

https://abcnews.go.com/Business/story?id=5503956&page=1

https://baptistworldaid.org.au/resources/2018-ethical-fashion-report/

https://www.marketwatch.com/story/nike-upgraded-in-face-of-colin-kaepernick-advertising-controversy-2018-09-11

https://www.theologyofwork.org/the-high-calling/daily-reflection/blessed-are-those-who-hunger-and-thirst-justice

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Why I Never Went To San Francisco

9/11/2018

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     This is a re-print of my post from 9/11/2016.
      On September 11, 2001 shortly before 9 am I was sitting on the edge of my bed in my bathrobe looking at the half-packed suitcase on the floor in front of me.
      My husband Tom would be home from work within the hour to drive me to the airport for my flight to San Francisco where I was to meet up with my sister, my mother and my aunt for a "girls' week" in San Francisco.
      I really needed to get up, get dressed, and get packing, but my heart wasn't in it. I'd been looking forward to this vacation when it was weeks away - though my mother was 81 at the time she was still the life of the party and my 76-year-old Aunt Mary could also still hold her own and regale us with her Aunt Maryisms (see posts from 5/30/2014, 6/2/2014, and 6/3/2014) - but when the trip was days away I started feeling differently: a week suddenly seemed too long to be away from my family.
     For all my traveling nowadays, I never did any traveling back then. In fact in September of 2001, after 22 years of parenting, I'd never been away from home for longer than two or three get-away weekends (in town) with Tom during which we spent most of our time shopping for gifts to bring back for the kids, and a long weekend in Boston the previous summer with daughter Theresa to visit daughter Maria, who'd had a summer internship at the Harvard Arboretum.
     So it wasn't that I was desperately needed at home - two of my children were away at college, one was in high school and one in 8th grade. It was that I was homesick before I even had my bag packed. The longer I sat on the bed in my bathrobe the less I felt like flying to San Francisco and the more I was wishing I didn't have to.
      I was still sitting on the bed when the phone on my bedside table rang. It was Tom, he was frantic.
      I didn't finish packing my bag, after all.
      Rest In Peace.

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Why They Wrote The Op-Ed Piece

9/8/2018

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I have no more idea than anyone else who the senior Trump administration official is who wrote the New York Times op-ed piece revealing the existence a secret resistance group within the Trump administration that is working to keep Donald Trump from ravaging our country.

But I'm pretty sure I know why they wrote it.
Along with most of the rest of the country (I hope most of the rest of the country) I read the op-ed piece,

...and have been closely following the nuclear fallout.

   I've also been following the analyses, commentaries and opinions in an effort to come up with one of my own.
     And now I have.
     Still, it did take me a couple of days to figure out what I thought about the op-ed piece and its anonymous author, other than the fact that this whole episode scares me.
      I find it exceedingly creepy that there's this secret society creeping around the President - the President of the United States, for goodness sake! - all right, two years later I still can't believe this is our President, I just can't, and yet he is, and now here are all these members of his staff - people that he hand-picked himself - who know that he's incompetent, impetuous, ill-informed, adversarial, petty, ineffective, amoral, reckless, anti-democratic ― these are just some of the adjectives this senior administration official uses to describe Donald Trump ― but are too afraid to say anything, so they've formed this secret resistance that goes sneaking around snatching official papers from Donald Trump's desk to keep him out of the loop and from carrying out some disastrous whim.
     But creepier yet is Trump's demand in the above tweet that the New York Times must turn the op-ed writer over the government at once.
     Turn them over to the government? For writing an opinion piece in the newspaper? This sounds like the language of a dictator.
      Donald Trump is obsessed with finding out the identity of the writer - well, we all kind of are - and wants his hapless Attorney General, Jeff Sessions,

...to launch an investigation to uncover the identity of the author of the piece.
     An undisclosed White House sourced shared that aides to Donald Trump are closing in on the identity of the rogue writer and that the search has narrowed down to a few individuals.
     And when the writer is caught, what will happen to him or her? Will they be fired? Or arrested and charged with treason against Donald Trump, as Trump has intimated? Will they be tossed into prison, forced under interrogation to reveal the names of the others in the secret Stop-Trump society who prowl about the Oval Office?
     Again, the workings of a dictatorship, not a democracy.
     But back to why the secret senior Trump administration anti-Trump rebel who wrote this piece did so: I believe I know the answer to that, and I don't think it's because he or she believes, as they stated in the op-ed piece, that they hope for the Trump Presidency to succeed. I'm not even sure, as some commentators have accused, it's because the writer is too afraid or self-serving to reveal him or herself. However the writer's assertion that he or she wants to stay on board at the White House to keep Trump reined in is probably true.
      But here is, I believe, the real reason that the mysterious op-ed author wrote that piece anonymously: I believe his or her true purpose in the writing was to drive Donald Trump crazy. That is to say crazier. That is to say, to make him so unhinged with anger and obsession that he does something that there's no ignoring. Something impeachment-worthy.
      Or if not that, at least to drive him a little closer to the edge.
       I believe that was the writer's plan.

So far it appears to be working.
And that scares me, too.

References
https://www.nytimes.com/2018/09/05/opinion/trump-white-house-anonymous-resistance.html?action=click&module=Ribbon&pgtype=Article

https://www.nytimes.com/aponline/2018/09/05/us/politics/ap-us-trump-new-york-times-the-latest.html

https://www.cnn.com/2018/09/07/politics/white-house-oped-writer-search/index.html

https://www.cnn.com/2018/09/06/opinions/the-cowardice-of-sheep-throat-op-ed-kohn/index.html

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Somebody Get That Dog An Agent!

9/6/2018

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Check out my 9/4/2018 interview on The Writers Corner Live Show in which I share advice and insights on becoming a published writer, literary agents, book marketing, and the writing life.

https://www.facebook.com/Bridgetti.Live/videos/2242419835993837/UzpfSTEwMDAwNjAzOTI0NDkyNDo4ODMxNzk0ODUyMjY2ODU/

Somebody Get That Dog An Agent!

Like most young children,

...still free in spirit and unfettered by the self-consciousness and societal mores that rein us all in over the years as we nibble away, as we must, at the fruit of that Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil known as life,

...my two young grand daughters love to perform.

During my recent visit with them my grand daughters put on a show every night.
"Time for the show!" They'd say every night after dinner, and,

....after directing me, their accompanist, to my place at the keyboard,

...they'd provide the evening's entertainment.

However, it turns out that the serious talent in the family is my little male grand dog,

...Rainbow Dash Sparkle Ariel Pinky Poo,

...the name bestowed on him by his sisters when he was just a wee pup,

...but whom we call Pinky Poo for short.

Now, I don't think it takes a grandmother to see that this pooch has got a ton of personality.

I mean, this is a dog who instinctively knows how to turn it on for the camera.

But it's not Pinky's natural photogenicity,

...or his propensity for stealing every scene,

...or his endless patience at being, shall we say, over-loved,

...on a daily basis,

...that makes me think this dog has got showbiz potential.
It's that this canine can perform, as we learned one day when he horned in on his sisters' song and dance,

...and totally stole the show.

"Oh my goodness," I exclaimed to my daughter, "This dog is incredible! Look at how he hops around on his hind legs!"

"Look how high he can jump!"

I said, "You live right down the street from Hollywood! You could get Pinky into show business! He'd be a natural! He could be the next 'Benji!'"
"Nah," my daughter replied.

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On The Beaches

9/5/2018

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Check out my 9/4/2018 interview on The Writers Corner Live Show in which I share advice and insights on becoming a published writer, literary agents, book marketing, and the writing life.

https://www.facebook.com/Bridgetti.Live/videos/2242419835993837/UzpfSTEwMDAwNjAzOTI0NDkyNDo4ODMxNzk0ODUyMjY2ODU/

On The Beaches

...Continued from yesterday:
On Saturday morning the family decided to take Pinky Poo out for brunch,

...to a restaurant in nearby Hermosa Beach,

...called Good Stuff,

...where dogs are welcome and have their own menu.

So we set out to walk the 21/2 miles to Hermosa Beach,

...well, some of us walked,

...through the neighborhoods,

...to Hermosa Beach.

We walked the rest of the way along the Strand,

...as the 22-mile walkway along the Los Angeles South Bay beaches is called,

...until we reached Good Stuff, which was plenty crowded,

...and we had quite a long wait,

...however Pinky was patient,

...and eventually we were seated.

Everyone thought the food was good,

...though I can personally vouch for the veggie wrap, which was very good,

...and my daughter especially liked her Vegan Power Salad.

Alas, Pinky's parents decided not to order him any brunch, recalling that last time they ordered him a doggie meal from Good Stuff,

...he nibbled the meat off the top and left all the healthy rice (See post from 12/7/2017).

The following day, Sunday, was Tom's and my last day in Los Angeles, and so my daughter suggested that we spend the afternoon at the San Pedro tide pools, which we'd visited last year on Thanksgiving day (see post from 12/4/2017).
And so we drove out to San Pedro, which is about 20 miles South of Manhattan Beach,

...stopping for lunch at a little place we found near the beach.

Tom ordered a nicely grilled burger with potato salad,

...while my daughter ordered a burger ingeniously tucked into lettuce instead of a bun (must file this idea away for future reference).

I had a so delicious grilled cheese steak sandwich with grilled red onions that - dare I say this? - might well give a Philly cheese steak a run for its money, despite the bread format and the wrong color onions.

An actual Philly cheese steak (See post from 6/2/2018).

Me chowing down on an actual Philly cheese steak (See post from 6/2/2018).

By good fortune there was a small empty table nestled in a corner behind our booth where the girls were able to sit by themselves and pretend to be grown-ups while enjoying their hot dogs.

After lunch we continued on to the tide pool beach,

....which was at the bottom of a sunken canyon.

Though it turned out that we'd come at low tide, when the pools would be at their driest and emptiest,

...still there were plenty of tide poolers out in the shallow spots of sea water scattered among the stones,

...looking for glimpses of sea treasures,

...such as whimsical anemones,*

...or this star fish in his habitat.*

Others were happy to play in the tide,

...or with the stones,

...or to sit on the beach,

...or to stroll around taking in the beautiful vistas.

By the end of the day some folks were pretty tired out,

...though I was fine.

Then suddenly the week was over, and Monday morning we were back in the L.A. airport,

...then back in Columbus,

...where we again could be "One of Us!" (See posts from 4/29/2018 and 4/30/2018)

* indicates photographs taken by my daughter.

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Back to school

9/3/2018

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Back to school

...Continued from yesterday:
The following day was the first day of the new school year, always rather a bitter sweet day for all parents - and any grandparents who happen to be lucky enough to be around - and sometimes for younger siblings, too, who have to stay behind for the time, as did our younger grand daughter,

...who none the less did manage to get in one farewell game of Uno with her big sister before it was time to leave for school.

Happily, the school is close by so we could all walk together,

...and join the other parents who were there to give their children a good-bye hug,

...follow them to their classrooms,

...watch them hang up their backpacks outside, as they do here in Southern California where they say it never rains,

...then hang around for a little while with the other parents, all trying to make the moment last a little longer,

...before heading off to start their own days.

Her big sister back in school, we tried to keep our younger grand daughter from getting lonely or bored.

She taught me how to play Battleship,

...and Uno.

We went to an ingenious play space called Adventureplex,

...that offers a variety of wonderful mini-environments in which young children can play and interact,

...including a massive climbing structure.

Later that afternoon we decided to make a pizza as a surprise snack for big sister for when she arrived home from school.

...which her big sister appreciated coming home to after a hard first day of school,

...and which the girls enjoyed while they played another round of Uno.

That evening after the girls' jiu jitsu class we went out to California pizza kitchen for a celebratory back-to-school dinner.

...where I had The Shanghai Power Bowl made with shrimp, rice and vegetables, the most interesting of which was the watermelon radish: this is a radish that looks like tiny slices of watermelon. It was quite a tasty dish.

For the next few days, after walking our older grand daughter to school each day,

Tom and I would endeavor to keep our younger grand daughter busy with various activities and occupations,

...such as helping with the shopping,

...and the shopping list,

(reminding Grandpa to buy corn on the cob so she and her sister could help peel it for dinner)

...having friends over to do crafts,

...and make pizza,

...playing with Pinky Poo.

...and walking to school at the end of the day to pick up her sister.

Finally Friday afternoon rolled around,

...every Friday being PTA ice-cream social day.

On our way home from school,

...the girls found some treasures in the trash.

That evening we drove to downtown Manhattan Beach,

...from where we walked down to the beach.

We grabbed dinner at a little pizza place near the beach called the Manhattan Pizzeria,

...where the décor was laid back,

...but the New York-style pie excellent,

...as was the salad.

After dinner we walked around the town for a little while,

...then called it a day.

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Back-To-School Shopping 2.0

9/2/2018

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"Cleverly plotted and exceptionally well written... part drama and part slapstick comedy."
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"A rollicking good yarn."
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...Continued from yesterday:

The Los Angeles school year started the second day after my daughter and her family returned home, with us in tow, from Columbus. Though they'd done all the necessary school clothes shopping in Columbus, my daughter and son-in-law had yet to tackle the required school supply list. Tom and I said, no worries, we knew how to handle a school supply list. Or so we figured.

And so the day before school started we headed out to the local Target,

...with our grand daughters,

...who were not necessarily focused on procuring school supplies.

...and where we found ourselves among the hoards of mothers and helpful grandparents like ourselves,

...competing for the decimated remains of the school supplies left on the shelves.

"I can't find any of this stuff," huffed a frustrated lady who looked to be around my age, "and I told my daughter that I did the school shopping for my kids and I shouldn't have to be doing it again for my grand kids."
"Different times," I replied sympathetically.

At least we were able to find the crayons.

After trolling and re-trolling the aisles extensively with only moderate success we decided to put the mission on hold and have some lunch.
We headed over to one of our favorite L.A. eateries, a little mom-and-pop place called Mandy's,

...where, among the other yummy selections,

...can be found the best - if not most photogenic - veggie skillet,

...not to mention that they give lollipops to good children who finish their lunch.

After lunch we sought out a Target in a different quadrant of town,

...that was fortunately a little better stocked, at least with the things we still lacked,

...and offered a nice hopscotch board in the bargain,

...though we never did find the Eraser - Hi Polymer - White - Pentel, the Composition Book- Wide-ruled - Black Marble - 100 Ct, or the Envelope - Poly - Velcro - Top-Closure - letter-Size - Asst. Colors. In truth I had no idea what the Envelope - Poly - Velcro - Top-Closure - letter-Size - Asst. Colors was, nor did the saleslady who I asked. Still, I hoped my grand daughter would be sufficiently supplied to make it though school until such time as we or her parents would be able to locate the elusive items.
After we'd procured what supplies we could we headed back home,

...for some down time for the girls after our busy day of shopping,

...while I fixed dinner.

After dinner we celebrated the last day of summer vacation and a semi-successful back-to-school supplies shopping mission,

...with another show.

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Blue Skies, Palm Trees, West Coast Air And Lizard Tails

8/31/2018

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Blue Skies, Palm Trees, West Coast Air And Lizard Tails

...Continued from yesterday:

Although it took a couple of visits to Los Angeles for the place to grow on me after my first trip to L. A. close to decade-and-a-half ago,

...in truth I've always been, and continue to be, enchanted by the palm trees and bright blue skies that grace that part of the country,

...and can make even a supermarket parking lot or strip mall look rather idyllic.

And I never tire of that first moment of stepping outside of the Los Angeles airport,

...and catching my first glimpse of the palms off in the distance,

...and realizing that the enchantment has not yet worn off.

And I still swear that West Coast air smells differently from East Coast air - in a good way - though I can't exactly describe how.
After our arrival at LAX we Ubered - Los Angeles having caved to the might of the Uber behemoth and now allows Ubers, along with taxis, to ply their service at the airport, which is fine by moi - to my daughter and son-in-law's house.

Their house also smells to me like the West Coast,

...mayhaps because here one can keep the doors open all day without any bugs flying in,

...though they do get an occasional visit from a small lizard, or an occasional still-moving lizard's tail - when a predator grabs one of these L.A. lizards by the tail the tail detaches and continues wriggling for some time, probably to convince the predator that it has the critter, rather than just the critter's tail, in its mouth - brought in by their cat Yajou,

..here showing her excitement at her human family's arrival back home.

My little grand dog Pinky Poo, on the other hand, his tail wagging at the speed of light, rather wore himself out with excitement upon seeing us again.