California and other stories
So what I was doing three weeks ago before things in my life got sidelined, derailed and permanently altered was trying to relax. Ironically enough. I was on vacation in California, seeing what there was to be seen and visiting my brother. Although I’ve been to 42 out of the 50 US states now, I’d mostly missed CA except for one trip to San Diego, but I was too young to really remember it. It turns out that California has a fair amount of spectacular in it, kinda like this:
If that’s not your cup of tea, perhaps you’ll like the quiet coastal lighthouse wreathed in fog just down the road.
I mean really, who wouldn’t like this sort of coastline? Even though I grew up near Texas beaches, there’s no comparison with this. The truth is that many Texas beaches are rather smelly, sad and dirty affairs due to all the offshore drilling in the Gulf of Mexico. They don’t look like this. Or smell like this. Have I mentioned the gigantic and pungent eucalyptus trees near the coast? And the pine trees? It seemed like no matter where we went, it smelled like awesome.
Anyway, we went all over the place from San Francisco to Felton to Santa Cruz to Monterey to Big Sur and back up to Nevada City and Truckee and Lake Tahoe. We encountered quite a bit of wildfire in our travels, first the Lockheed Fire and then the Yuba Fire. I spent half the week with ash falling on me and smoke in the air. This, for example, was what I saw north of Big Sur near Carmel-by-the-Sea (cough cough hack hack).
Big Sur is beautiful and dramatic and slightly nerve-wracking, but overall much of that stretch of Highway 1 is quite peaceful, and there’s more farmland along the coast than I expected. A lot of beautiful vegetables that really made me want to cook quite desperately. When we got to Jeremy’s cabin in the Sierra Nevada, I cooked quite a bit, just to relax, because by that time we knew Audrey was really sick and we were upset at being so far away. In the end, I left my brother food for a week I cooked so much. The news also made me quite weepy about all animals, like this snoring/barking sea lion. They are really more like watery dog-like beings.
So did I mention Lake Tahoe is spectacular? My brother sat out and contemplated it one afternoon.
We did also spend time in San Francisco proper wandering all over the place from the Mission District up through the Castro then up Market to downtown, and up to the wharf and stuff. We treated ourself to Greens restaurant one night for some fine vegetarian cooking, which was quite easily the best meal I’ve ever had in my entire life. When down in the Castro, after having some extraordinary coffee at Philz we sort of stumbled upon ImagiKnit, whereupon I purchased six skeins of Pima Fresca yarn (bulky pima cotton) from Queensland Collection in chambray. I wasn’t planning on that, but it was sooo pretty, and on sale … and as you can see, by that point I was weak. You see, ImagiKnit separates plant and animal fibers, and also labels stuff very clearly instead of just stuffing it all in. Usually I end up with itchy, red hands from picking things up to see what they are, and it was so enjoyable to go to a yarn shop without having an allergic reaction from handling wool.
It was great to see my brother, who I’m very close to, and neat to see his job. He does utility pole inspections in various guises, part of making sure the electric infrastructure in parts of California is operational, that they’ve cleared stuff out to avoid more fires, that nothing’s going to fall down and kill people or leave them without power. It’s neat. If sometimes dangerous for the enormous ants, unruly ranch animals, cantakerous rural folks, occasional cliff hiking and of course, the Very Large Splinters. Like this one.
I also got to see my nearly-three-year-old cousin, and her mom my first cousin, and her husband, and they are all very lovely and exuberant people who live in a lovely seaside community that most of us would give our left arms to live in. We just haven’t figured out places like this exist, and that you can really live there. They fed us, and sheltered us, and I’m afraid we were very upset and poor guests one night, so we’ll have to make up for that later.
So that, in a nutshell, was my vacation, which went awry halfway through, but was still quite memorable for both Jeff and I. I’m sure it will pop up in future art/craft projects. And now I leave you with one last classically-Californian-sunset-but-seriously-it-can’t-really-be-that-pretty picture. Because really, it is that pretty.
Dear Austin People
If you live here or might happen to be here Sunday, I just discovered today that the Handmade Nation documentary by Faythe Levine is playing at the South Lamar Drafthouse this Sunday. Jeff and I will be heading out to the 4:10 showing, and I invite you to go with me! Just let me know 
Along with the two screenings (1:30 and 4:10) there’s a Q&A with Faythe Levine after the screenings, a Craft Bazaar from noon to 6 pm, and somebody sent me a notice about an after-screening party at Austin Handmade t 6:30. I’m mostly in it for the screening, but I never could resist a craft bazaar.
Anyway, you can see more info about it at Sublime Stitching and they have a list of vendors.
P. S. This is like the craft-nerd version of going to the opening night of a Star Trek movie if you’re a Trekkie. Geeks getting together and yelling at the screen and stuff, laughing at the jokes from Season 4, Episode 5. Not that I would know something like that about such a nerdy exercise in movie fandom.
Some Stuff I Hadn’t Said Before
The last couple of weeks have proven to be too much for this blog writer’s ability to throw up prose on a screen, however lame that prose might turn out to be. Truly: I haven’t picked up a crochet hook or sat down at my machine one single time, so the blog isn’t the only sadly neglected thing around here.
In an aside, Jeff and I recently celebrated our non-wedding anniversary. We’ve been together for 9 years. We’re secretly somewhat sentimental, so every couple of years we re-enact our first date. We went to Galveston and played miniature golf and ate at Sonic. We play golf still, but usually now we skip the fast food and get something decent to eat and a nice margarita or something. This time we were afraid our old golf place was trashed (it wasn’t), because Galveston is still struggling to recover from Hurricane Ike last year. So the pictures of damage and recovery are really a tribute to the residents’resiliency in the face of disaster.
Also, in very short form, I have:
- been very irritated. It’s been so hot and so dry here, for so long, that I think my brain is frying inside my head. Some people get depressed when it’s cold and dark. I get depressed when it’s sunny and hot.
- been scared and worried. Audrey got sick again. She was in the hospital getting “doggie dialysis” for another 5 or 6 days. She is home now, and feeling muuuch better. We had a few gut-churning, exhausting days.
I have also:
- become incrementally older. I turned 34 last week. It was mostly a nonevent. My birthday involved waiting for Audrey’s test results to see if she could come home, which she did! All in all, it was a good present.
- been irritated and frustrated. The medical establishment has succeeded in stymying me on finding out more about my ongoing health issues. I have become angry with more than one doctor for not recognizing that the body is more than the sum of its parts. Specialization is all very well and good, but last time I checked, I was a fairly organic whole.
I write about this because, if you haven’t realized, this blog is really about the creative side of me, and how that works itself out in terms of mundane existence. Creativity seems to be, for me, rarely about the dramatic moments. Instead it’s about how to be creative in the midst of it all. Part of that is the dry spells. All in all, it’s been a couple of weeks that were not conducive to creative output, because when I get emotionally distressed, I retreat inside myself until I can think hard enough about it and process it. So I feel creatively ambivalent, as if my brain has been muffled. My right brain takes a holiday, and my left brain takes over and begins issuing orders like a drill sergeant about how to get stuff accomplished. It’s amusing and has its uses in getting through rough patches, but I really can’t sew like this.
I know better than to force creative activity. I know that forcing it will only turn up something painfully lame and embarrassing, and will make me throw things out of impatience. All I can summon up at the moment is some cooking, so that, at least is a small meditative outlet. As usual, when it gets painfully hot, I have started cooking spicy soup with fall squash. My instinct is always to stick out my tongue, metaphorically speaking, at whatever is irritating me!
I leave you with a rare picture of me, apparently trying to get a sunburn and a few more freckles sitting on some stairs at the Galveston Seawall. The sun only does one thing to me these days: fry me like a side of bacon.
Here’s hoping for some right brain moments! TTFN, Miriam
