Coffee. Freshly roasted, freshly ground, freshly brewed. The smell of Folgers, in the red, metal can…opened with the green, electric can opener, is a CORE memory for me. I started drinking coffee when I quit drinking (1/9/00) and am now a snobby addict.
Hearing aids. I’ve had mine for a month. I can hear the frogs out front now…
The green of new grass.
I am perpetually grateful for food that is made for me by others.
The distinct purrs of each of 3 cats.
Everything? Ok…trees.
I was blessed to have a pretty stellar childhood, at least until the divorce when I was 13. Memories of growing up with My Brohim and my revered parents make me happy.
C’mon! That’s a ridiculous question for a Librarian!
The ranch house that I grew up in on a 1/4 acre lot in the middle of Kerman, CA in the 1970s & early 80s.
Coffee.
All winter light celebrations.
Shonda’s homemade chocolate with cinnamon and chile.
The ability to entertain myself. I don’t know if that’s a Gen X thing, a la “I’ll give you something to do.” or just me, but IMO, when you’re bored, you’re boring.
Snow on the Sierra Nevada mountains.
I have always adored autumn. I understand other places with 4 actual seasons, but I love when the rain comes to the San Joaquin valley in the fall, turning the golden grass on the hills to their winter green.
My legs that take me everywhere.
That my reinvention of me never ends.
Dang! Another ridiculous question! This time for an Artist!
When I pet Emily, then try to move away, she reaches out her white paw and touches me in hopes that I’ll stay.
My Matt
These Are Days by 10,000 Maniacs
The stories of my family & me. Like how they left baby me with my godparents while they went to Disneyland.
Traditionally, My Brohim and I are in contact with each other on xmas day. Anything more than that is frosting with sprinkles, baby!
I’m supposed to wax poetic about how challenges make you stronger, but I’m not quite feeling that right now TBH.
Every moment laughing with Matt.
Making art with acrylic paint.
My hearing aids are very small.
A zoom meet with my Art Folks.
Emily Doll Starr
I’m very good at finding things.
NEW YEARS EVE. I enter 2025 absolutely grateful for my little life.
As always, I had trouble falling asleep last night, but I woke up at 7:45, which meant I had time for 2 (two) cups of coffee and extra cuddling with my Emily before I had to leave for work.
My Adult Graphic Novel collection
Work is great. I’m continuing with the Adult Fiction shifting, and it makes me happy to do it. There’s something “zen”, for me, about organizing and displaying library items so that they look inviting and are easy to locate.
My shiny New Fiction section (we’re waiting for fresh signage with our new branding on it)My hair scraped back cuz I am WORKING
So…on my way home for lunch (a 9/10 of a mile drive), I nearly got into an altercation with a person who was standing in the street, talking on her phone.
I said, “Get out of the road,” and she went OFF, yelling at me.
She tried to spit on me but spit on Shelley (my frankencar) instead.
SPIT.
ON. MY. CAR.
Stay classy, Vallejo.
I threw Shelley into park and unhooked my seatbelt.
She leaned into my car door and said, “What are you gonna do about it?” so I opened Shelley’s door, pushing her away from me.
Her little friend popped up and yelled, “Why would you push her with your car door?!?” and I replied, “Because she spit on my Fucking Car!”
Then I swung my legs out and stood up.
And they all stepped back just a bit.
Thus, these little millennials (Gen Z? I dunno, they all look 12 to me now) decided to start sauntering back toward the sidewalk, talking smack the whole way.
I said, “Stop standing in the road,” and the original road-blocker yelled at me, “You’re Still Talking Shit!”
So I used my Bartender voice, and said, “AND YOU’RE STILL IN THE ROAD!”
Then I drove home for lunch and kitty affection.
My Mom raised a lady, but I’m from Fresno, chica. I’ll pull some Chola action outa my back pocket and beat you down with it.
Anywho…I went back to work after lunch and all was well in my world.
The sticker my roomate gave me. Gonna put it on my coffee mug.
I’m home, with my Emily on my lap, thinking about what to make for dinner…
…made 3-cheese tortellini with pesto. ð ðĨĢ
Tomorrow is another day, where I hope to make better choices.
…if you know that reference, you’re at least GenX, if not older.
I came home to my BabyGirlKid after a wonderfully comfortable 3-day weekend.
I received this little doorknocker in the mail today. I’ll hang it indoors tho…
Heehee!
Also, when I went to Raley’s to pick up some coffee, I happened upon this, and I HAD to have her:
She’s a cat! With a book AND a cup of coffee!
She, and my new, tiny succulent (doesn’t it look like green kitty toe-beans!?!) will move out to the back patio with the other plants I’ve kept alive.
I drove home tonight to spend the week with Emily (and to work my weekly 40hrs) and when I arrived at my apartment, I saw the full moon watching over me…
Super Pink Full Moon
Which is weird, cuz I think THIS is a Super Pinky:
Woke up a bit late this morning but still had time for that 1st cup of coffee with my girl. You all know Emily.
My sleepy head.
Work was good. Stayed busy and generally cheerful the whole day, so yay!
Found out that my pedi spot (Signature Nails in Vallejo) is open with limited folks inside. Couldn’t wait any longer, so I made an appointment, picked up a small frappuccino (because pedi + coffee = happiness), and now I am comfortably ensconced on a massage-y chair, while my feet are pampered. ð
Looks messy, but feels SO GOOD!
I spring for the #3 pedi, which includes: scrub, mask, hot stone massage, paraffin foot soak, hot towel wrap, and RAPTURE!
I came home to my sweet girl, and I am now relaxing…admiring my pretty toes:
They feel like buttah…
I’m going to sleep early tonight, as I need to be at work by 8am.
After work tomorrow, I’ll head east toward my heart:
Horatio and Emily 