Here and There

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Holy Week


I went to a Maundy Thursday service for the first time this year. I liked how we had our pant legs rolled up like we were going wading at the beach, I liked the trickles and small splashes of the water in the bowl and on our feet. I liked how I washed my feet before I went because they were dusty from wearing crocs, and I thought they were clean, but they felt cleaner and softer after someone else washed them. I liked to hear Dana crunching the leftovers of communion. I liked feeling a part of what happened to Jesus. I felt near to him, I felt like I was there that night, eating the meal, washing the feet.

On Good Friday I was so close to getting the giggles before the service started. So many things were striking me funny. Loretta was talking about this turtle getting lost in the neighborhood, I was trying to remember when I was supposed to light her candle...it was like that Mary Tyler Moore episode when she laughs at Chuckles the Clown's funeral. Totally inappropriate, but I got it together though. Good thing!

On Easter the morning wasn't warm, but it had that feeling like it sure was going to be. Lily wore a sweater but I just had short sleeves. I loved all the flowers in the kids hands, careful, careful and how they fill up the cross every time just right. Nobody plans it, they just look beautiful there all together.

That night, laughter and food and being outside in the evening. I remembered a poem I wrote a long time ago called "Midnight Supper" and it reminded me of it, sitting at that long table with so many dear friends and family.

Only mistake was watching Gone, Baby, Gone that night. Yikes, so disturbing. Not a good move, stupid!

Grass and sweets and baskets of goodies, songs and dancing and laughing. Good.

Monday, March 17, 2008

Friday, March 14, 2008

Bouquets to Art 2008

Not SO great this year. Better last year. Being a member of the de Young has been great, we got to go to a member's only evening on Wednesday and then I got to go on Friday for a bit to snap some pictures and so Lily could see too.
Wednesday night's experience was kinda lame. Lots of rich hoity toity ladies pushing me around.
The funny thing I noticed on both occasions is that the docents let people get a little too casual around the real art when "Bouquets to Art" is around. They don't tell you to step away, they don't even tell you to be careful. I'd be in a panic if I were a docent and a crush of people descended on pedestal of tulips a couple feet away from a piece of priceless art. There could easily be an accident! On Friday, the closest the docent got to keeping order was apologetically mentioning to a lady, "Oops. Be careful," as she almost knocked this picture off the wall. "Oops!?"

Hey, I'm a flower lady and all, but I do know the intrinsic value difference between oasis poked full of carnations and a 100 year old painting.

You can't tell in the picture, but this was a spot on representation of the snowy picture behind. I actually blinked a couple times to make sure my eyes just weren't a little fuzzy. Soft, fuzzy flowers, perfect.
This was a fun little scene. I liked the use of fiddle heads overall this year, and in this arrangement they were poked in among the maidenhair ferns like the candy cane forest in Candy Land.
This is one of my favorite spots at the museum. Flowers or no. A big open light colored room with this mural of the land on one side, and the sea on the other side. Very appealing to my Steinbeck loving self. The arrangements on the table were interesting. Skeleton leaves, purple artichokes, more fiddle heads, (kinda kooky stuff) all anchored by lots of brown cymbidium orchids, green hyrdangea and creamy roses.

This room looks out directly to the new Academy of Sciences! It's beautiful. Doors open September 27! Can't wait!