August 21

I HAVE been sketching daily, I just haven't been uploading. So here's a week's worth of catch up. To my relief, I have a day off work today, and my to-do list is a mile long. I got up at 4:30 because my mind was racing, and already (5:45 am) I've crossed three things off the list, including "blog update".

August 20

Faces at the zoo.

August 19

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August 13

More faces at the bank, sketched on the only paper I could lay my hands on: deposit slips.

August 12

Today I took Lauren and a friend to the Autry Museum of the American West. This place has been on my list to visit for ... oh ... ten years. It's pretty cool, even if you're not into cowboy culture (which I'm not). I sketched these boots while the girls "rode" on a stationary saddle in front of a blue screen and watched themselves placed into a western movie chase scene. They thought it heaps of fun, and each took four turns.

When Lauren was on the phone last night inviting her friend to accompany us on this outing, she had to do some convincing. "Oh, yes, you will enjoy it," I overheard her saying. "Hashi often takes me to things like this. It may not sound like fun, but believe me, you'll have a good time. Ayla came with us to the Getty Villa, and she wasn't sure she wanted to go, but she ended up having a great time. I can promise you, you'll be glad you came."

Wow. Warmed the cockles of my heart, it did.

August 11

Evie and I went to The Getty today instead of doing our usual Walking L.A. outing. Our focus was the Edward Weston exhibition, but as always we gleaned so much pleasure and amazement from this superlative venue. We still got our exercise, walking up the hill instead of catching the tram. This Miró sculpture located in the new sculpture garden looks rather like an electric razor in my rendition.

One of the things I really appreciate about living in a large American city is the incredible range of world class art that I can view on any day, for little or no cost. Thank you, philanthropists of the past. I, for one, appreciate your vision and generosity.

August 10

OK, so I'm going through a chain link fence stage.

August 9

August 8

My soul was very heavy after harsh words were exchanged in anger at my house this morning. For my lunch break, I knew I had to go somewhere peaceful and beautiful to restore my equilibrium and sense of perspective. So I paid my first visit to the Japanese Garden built on the grounds of, and watered by, the Tillman Water Reclamation (read: "sewage treatment") Plant.

It's very very lovely there. I couldn't stay long, but I was far calmer and happier when I left, and I've decided to return often. I especially want to visit in spring, when the cherries and azaleas are in bloom.

August 7

Bird of Paradise flowers are so very graphic, aren't they?

August 6

My lunch time walk was too fast and short to allow for sketching, so tonight I took the opportunity to draw while I was waiting for Ian here. Then I laid back the car seat and napped for ten minutes. My job kicks my butt.

August 5

The crape myrtle (I always think is should be spelled "crepe") has been flowering for a month. I see it everywhere on my walks.

August 4

Last night Ian (16) was a passenger in a car driven by his 19 yr old friend, when they were struck by another car which ran a stop light at high speed. This pushed them into a head-on collision with a third car, and their airbags deployed. By the time they got out of their vehicle and looked around, the person or people in the first car had run away. It appeared as if that vehicle were stolen, because the stereo system had wires hanging out of it as if it were in the process of being removed.

Thankfully nobody was seriously hurt (thank you, Volvo and BMW), but Ian got an ambulance ride to the ER to check out his chest pains. Bruising from the seat belt and airbag was the diagnosis, and we brought our sore and sorry boy home.

August 3

Faces at the bank.

August 2

August 1

July 31

I walked in a different direction from work today, and came across this 9-11 memorial outside a fire station. There was even a black marble bench for me to sit on while I drew.

July 30

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July 27

Like lantana, I first became aware of paspalum at Kiama. It hung over the pathway from our tent to the beach, and left a rash on my wet, salty legs.

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July 22

There's an RV in my neighbourhood that's been for sale for at least as long as we've lived here (3+ years). It gets the occasional use -- every now and then it disappears for the weekend -- but mostly it's just parked in the street making the turn from Galt onto McLaren a little more difficult.

July 21

We got the CarFax report (clean), we looked in Kelley Blue Book (our potential purchase seemed a little underpriced), we found out the trade-in value of the truck (not too much less than the car we wanted), we decided what deal we'd settle for, and Josh went back this morning and got the car, a little Scion XB. We ended up paying $500 more than we wanted to, but $2500 less than their starting point. It's done. We should now be able to save at least $500 a month in fuel, which will REALLY help the budget. Whew!

Then Evie and I did Walk 23 from Walking LA. This route is all about the mansions of Hancock Park/Windsor Square. There's some OLD money there. These are not your movie stars' homes, hidden behind high walls. They are, Evie tells me, very reminiscent of large old homes "back east." She herself grew up in an enormous, 250 year old house in New Jersey. We saw some really lovely places, including this Victorian mansion that looks a little like a haunted house. You can see all the photos here.

July 20

I don't talk much about personal stuff on this blog, but I have to preface this story by saying it's been a very tough year for us, financially. I spent all day yesterday and today trying to wrestle a household budget into submission. By five this evening, I was exhausted and somewhat depressed. I pulled the portobello mushrooms from the fridge to start preparing dinner, and realised they were way past their prime. Screw it, we're going out, I announced to my surprised husband.

On the way to Acapulco, where we shared a single meal and one margarita, I came up with a new suggestion for how we could handle our vehicular issues. It amounted to this: we replace Josh's aging, fuel-guzzling truck (which, though paid off, costs us $800 a month to feed) not with a shiny new pickup (which is what he'd love) but with a car cheap enough for Ian to afford when it's time for him to have wheels. He needs enough room to cart a drum kit, which would perhaps satisfy Josh's desire for cargo space, at least in the interim till we're in better financial shape. This suggestion was received with a remarkably open mind, and over the fajitas and margarita, Josh suggested we go to a few car yards on the way home and kick a few tyres.

Well, I absolutely hate buying cars, and I despise car yards, and I was strung out, wrung out, and just not in the mood. But the half a margarita made me say OK, with the proviso that we had to leave immediately if we were attacked by piranha sales people. I suggested a certain dealer on our route home, and within five minutes we'd bought a car.

Well, I'm not saying the sale was finalised in 5 minutes, but we found the car we want, and if they will give us enough of a trade on the truck tomorrow morning, we just might have a deal.

July 19

I went to the nursery today to buy some mint to plant at the base of our drip-fed bird bath. (Something besides grass may as well be taking advantage of the constant damp.) While there, I decided to take a rest under a shady pergola and sketch my little purchase.

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July 15

Lauren and I attended the semi-annual craft fair phenomenon known as Felt Club today. It was VERY crowded, and very hot (and quite dark) there in the Ukranian Cultural Center. The fire marshall would have had a fit. I think Felt Club's success has caught up with them, and they've outgrown this venue. Hopefully the next one will be somewhere bigger, better lit and temperature-regulated. But the crafts were great! Lauren and I enjoyed looking at all the groovy stuff.

Then, because we were so close by, we did Walk 22 from Walking LA, which is basically a square block of Melrose Hill that has some historically significant California bungalows. Lauren, who is usually a good sport on occasions like this, got a bit whiny with the heat, so I'm glad the walk was only half a mile. You can see the photos here.

July 14

It was a day of delicious outings. In the morning Evie and I explored Upper Beachwood Canyon, right under the landmark Hollywood sign. I know I keep mentioning the staircases on these walks (who knew LA has so many?), but these ones are extra special. When S.H. Woodruff created Hollywoodland in 1923, he had European stonemasons construct six long stairways of wrought iron and stone to connect the winding, steep streets. Our walk today included all six of them, which have been preserved as historical monuments. It was quite a workout. You can see all the photos here.


Then in the afternoon Josh, Lauren and I went to The Will Geer Theatricum Botanicum in Topanga Canyon to see A Midsummer Night's Dream. What a magical few hours! The play was wonderfully staged, costumed, and acted, and this outdoor amphitheatre in canyon woodland is the perfect setting for Shakespeare's very funny and engaging piece of theatre. Lauren was a little reluctant to go, fearing she'd have trouble with the language, but we read a synopsis together beforehand and drew a little flow chart of the characters and their relationships, which really helped. Even if she couldn't understand all the dialogue, she knew the gist of what was happening, and she only squirmed a little. We headed home feeling refreshed and light hearted. Truly wonderful.

July 13

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July 11

On today's lunch time walk I spotted a vine I'd never seen before. Obviously a member of the passionfruit family, it was festooned with bright orange oval-shaped fruits. I opened one and ate the glossy red seeds inside. They were rather tasteless but had a nice texture. I picked another to bring home and maybe plant, and when I got back to the office I googled "passionfruit vine orange" (how did we ever live before Google?) and learned that this is the Blue Passion Flower (Passiflora caerulea). Interestingly, it is named for the flower, not the fruit. I have a soft spot for passion fruit, so I'll be planting these seeds and hoping for a vine in my back yard.

July 10

Today I walked at lunch time, in a 2 mile circuit from my workplace, exploring new streets. I was delighted to spot both papyrus and pomegranates nodding over a brick wall.

July 9

In all my wanderings around this city, I've come to realise that there are certain things I really like to see. The other day I mentioned food plants. I've also told you in the past that I like seats by front doors. And another thing I respond to is semi-concealed entrances like this one, where an archway and iron gate span the pathway to the door. A little bit of mystery, but not a blocked view. I like it.

July 8

July 7

I love seeing food plants growing in suburban front yards. I have no idea who made the rule that food, especially vegetables, must be relegated to the back yard, but the old Permaculture hippy in me delights in seeing houses like this, where figs, loquats and grapes flourish along the front fence.

July 6

I've never seen a fire hydrant with all these bits and pieces attached, but Josh tells me it often happens near construction sites, so the workers can get water via a regular tap instead of needing huge spanners to turn the nuts. This one's near the school, where they have now torn up at least half the grounds.