Things have been in a bit of disarray this week. Robb has been having back pain for the first time in a long while. Is this because he is going without the brace, or because he is starting to get more sensation in his back? We're not sure. He has decided to go back on one of the medications that he had stopped taking because he is experiencing more "spasticity" in his legs and butt. Robb describes the way he feels on this medication as "limp and spacey and a little bit shaky." But the medication does work. It decreases the spasms so his muscles work more freely. He can walk more easily and has less back pain on these drugs.
I hadn't been able find the cable that connects my camera to the computer for a few days, so I have a number of photos that I've not shared previously, among them these great portraits of the family that owns the Chicken and Waffles diner down by Jack London Square.
How about those atomic lights? The seats are upholstered with sparkly blue vinyl, of course! I love this restaurant, even if it is no place for a couple of vegetarians. Oh well, I'm not above picking the pork out of my greens.
I have been hacking away at the garden out behind our new scenic studios. What a mess!
The vines have actually pulled down the trellis. (I've managed to prune enough of this overgrowth to screw the center trellis panel back up on the wall.)
I've hauled more trash out of the garden than I know what to do with.
What I hope to do is create a garden of California native plants, and attract butterflies and hummingbirds.
Butterflies, hummingbirds and my co-workers, of course.
I'm not as excited about the other wildlife that occupies this garden. The whole place is undermined with tunnels, and they weren't made by moles. Oh no, these are large tunnels, and since I'm unaware of urban gophers, I'm going to guess that I've invaded a very active community of rats. I swear I heard scrabbling and squeaking last night as I was digging. I keep falling into these holes, and twisting my ankles. Sorry rats, but I'm going to be messing up your homes.
While I'm on the subject of vermin, I may as well share this image that I shot out of the car window. Robb watched the red light while I dug out my camera and took this photo. One wonders about the sign-writer's objectives. Are they trying to disgrace their landlords? Or are they bragging about their woeful housekeeping prowess? Or are they posting invitations, like the signs for graduation parties or wedding receptions?
Well, in any case, my experiences with urban nature are generally a lot more pleasant. Is this little fellow a garden friend or foe?
I wonder if he is attracted to the grapes that have overgrown the garden. (Does anyone know anything about pruning vines? I sure would like to hear about it, if you do. We've got huge, fat woody vines.) Given all the containers of chemicals I've hauled out of the garden, I have very little urge to eat these grapes. But they certainly are lovely to look at!
This morning, we spent some time cleaning up the apartment. We have laundry facilities in the building, but I prefer to hang my wash up to dry. I like to think that I am saving a teeny tiny bit of our planet's resources, each time I don't run the dryer. I used to joke about my washing looking like the Amish Laundry. The laundry line looked something like this:
Black. Black. Black. Black. One splash of freaky bright color. Black. Black. Black.
Over the years, color has been creeping into my wardrobe. Robb called this particular sight, "Laundry Day a the Buddhist Monastery." Nice.