And the Buckeroos went home

Five hours from San Diego to Bakersfield. Five hours from World A to World B. I kept reminding myself that even Captain Kirk occasionally had a bad trip using the transporter. For whatever reason, some of us never develop the necessary filters to operate casually in the world. The constant surge of information and stimuli bombard the consciousness and one feels relief for having navigated yet another day.

This is all just preamble to saying we took the 405 freeway back to Bakersfield.

Here's a quick travel shoot.

Where I was Where I think I am

What I see outside the car


What I see in my inly eyes
What is in front of me if I open my eyes

What I'm not seeing no matter which set of eyes I useWhat is this? Attempt at urban visual organization???

"Jack! We've got a visual!!"

A sign but not a symbol

Southern California hills--brown in summer, brown in winter, too.

California aquaduct going over hills--we don't need no stinkin' gravity

The parallel worlds are crossed and relocation begins. Now what medicine did the doctor give me to start right away? Yes--here it is.Guess I should read the directions first. Funny, I didn't think fonts came in size 1.

Directions and warnings on both sides of insert!

"After all, tomorrow is another day!"

Bugs Beaches Snakes

Today was the day I went back to Scripps to see the doctor about the microbes that have decided to squat in my lungs. These big medical centers are quite the places--complicated buildings, huge parking lots, everyone seeming to know where they're going but me. It got easier to navigate after I figured out that the ground floor is designated Floor Number Three--not ground floor, not #1 but 3rd floor. Okay--I can deal with that. Apparently when they expanded they decided to go down so they added 2 floors beneath what was the OLD first floor. Information is on level 3 which is ground level, lung docs are on the 2nd floor which one thinks is up until one is told to go down to the 2nd floor and the cafeteria is on the ground floor--basement to most people.
I'm not sure how long I was in the Institute but the parking bill was $5.00 and $3 would buy you 3 hours. I noticed how many people there were ill. I suppose it goes with being in a hospital (clinic?) but there were a lot of sick people. The name of my spawn of satan bug is mycobacterium avium intercellular. Here is its mug shot. This is the enemy. We are preparing the troop surge.
It has nothing to do with birds. If I say it enought it sounds like I've started attending the Tridentine Mass and I expect someone to answer.

priest---Mycobacterium avium intercellulare

people--Et cum spiritu tuo

Enough about germs and illness. My goal was to conserve enough energy to go shopping at a real shopping mall. La Jolla is not a place where people are too concerned with low-bucking it but I did find a Ross. It has been weeks since I've been outside my bedside world and I was pumped!!! The number of different languages being spoken in this Ross was amazing. I'm only used to hearing Spanish whenever I venture out but this was a new take on global shopping. However, almost everything in the store came from China so I suppose that was our common thread.

I got quite a start when I came dragging out of the store. Perhaps because all my energy was gone I was more psychically vulnerable but looming over the entire parking lot was this foreboding Mormon temple. I instinctively crossed myself and hurried to the car. Seldom has a structure given me such case of the heebie-jeebies--and the building is bright white! I could not live in its shadow or anywhere where I would have to look at it. I did manage to squeeze off a few quick shots of it. The photos do not begin to capture either the immensity of the building or the menacing spirit.

That evening Mr. Toccata and I picked up the BEST pizza we've ever had from B.J.'s Pizza. We drove over to Torrey Pines beach to enjoy the pizza and watch the sun go down--not quite the same as being at the Sean Hannity Freedom Concert which was the original plan made in another lifetime--but still, very nice.

Away from the beach a sea gull is just an overgrown pooping pigeon. But, at the beach the sea gull becomes an icon for the various people sharing the sand. However--to the gulls' credit, I did not see any pregnant gulls walking around 5 weeks past delivery wearing skimpy bikinis. Some people aspire to tacky; others have it thrust upon them.

Everything changes at the beach as the sun begins to go down. It happens so quickly! One minute the ocean is glowing yellow/pink/red. Then that orange ball just sinks into the marine layer and plunk! the sun is gone and it's dark.

Well, not quite dark--just light enough to see a small rattlesnake on a beach rock only a few feet from where I'd been enjoying the sunset. I hate snakes and I really hate rattlesnakes. But my curiosity got the better of me. Apparently the snake must have been pretty cold because it didn't move or rattle even though I was only two feet away from it at the most. It didn't even seem to react to the flashes going off in its face.

What is the world coming to when rattlesnakes invade the beaches of San Diego? Sharks in the water; poisonous reptiles lurking amongst the beach rocks? There were many signs of portending doom today.

Out into the World

Driving through Los Angeles is traumatic under normal circumstances but positively a violation of the Geneva Convention after being housebound for three weeks. Heading south on 99 the knuckles began to whiten. The merge onto the I-5 for the Grapevine was gut-clenching. But merging into a freeway with 6-7 lanes in each direction was beyond my coping skills. Fortunately hubby was helpful in his suggestions: "We're going 2 miles an hour! Get a valium out of the nightcase!!!!" Excellent advice. But humans were not meant to be in such packed numbers going at such rates of speed--when they move at any speed at all.

My first cheerful moment came when we noticed a big shiney tanker truck directly in front of us. I think it might have been carrying milk but what caught my attention was the stark message clear across the back: JOHN 3: 16. Before I could grab the camera we had whizzed around him and hubby was not inclined to slow down to 30 mph in the truck lane until he caught up with us on the incline to the Grapevine.

However--the next great California vehicle I spotted I did manage to snap a pic! It did my heart good to realize there still were purple hippie busses traveling the freeways.

The self-assuredness of Orange County was a relief compared to the chaos of Los Angeles. But Los Angeles has always been like that--a tremendous hurry to get from where one is to where one is not. And repeat that mind set several times a day forever. Orange County exudes prosperity and people who have gotten through the traffic and are trying to forget it exists. Lots of banks in Orange County. Lots of new buildings. Cleaner air.



And then so quickly the blue of the Pacific Ocean was there on the passenger side of the car. I'm not sure people who haven't grown up in an ocean state can understand what a sense of relief and satisfaction it is to suddenly come upon the ocean again. The claustrophobia of the inland freeways is replaced by blue ocean rolling out forever. Of course the fact that we ONCE AGAIN were at a complete stand-still on the I-405 didn't seem as traumatic as it had an hour earlier. By simply turning off the navigator we were free to abandon the freeway for side streets and be "beach folk" for the last stretch of the trip. We pulled over at one viewpoint on sandstone cliffs above the Pacific and just enjoyed the view and the people.


So here for your viewing pleasure are some pics of the Pacific Ocean just outside of San Diego. There will be no attempt to add seagull music or ocean sounds! You will have to imagine them yourself.

I hope this gull remembers to uncross his legs before he attempts take-off!

Just one note--after so many days in bed looking out one window, my eye still sees "small" much more easily than it can see "large." I got from the car to the edge of the cliff and had to sit down. That was fine because I was treated to life in the brambles by a robin, squirrel and gull visitors. If I had been able to stand I would have missed this small micro-world.

From House to 'Hood

During these days of enforced boredom my eyes have become my primary sensory appetite. I need to see beauty. I need to see colors. The view from my window has become fairly predictable even though it is far from static.


Last week I needed to go out to have even more blood drawn at the Vampire Labs. On my way home I found myself reluctant to turn into the driveway so I just kept going. In what seemed a rash if not giddy decision I drove down to the lake near our house. Small things that not too long ago I would not have noticed seem to be catch my attention in screaming color and 'aliveness'!


Here are some of my favorite shots. If you would like music to enjoy the show, click on the link. Pick a "Byrd" from the nest--I think #9 is lovely--and you have free musical accompaniment. When the page opens, about half-way down, click on 'Byrd' and make your harpsichord selection. What other music would best accompany photos of birds???

http://www.sankey.ws/harpsichord.html#download







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Typical California lake--no beach, barren hills and welcome water.