I knew David Cassidy. Yes the singer, but most importantly to me, the Thoroughbred race horse breeder and owner long ago. My first summer working at Hollywood Park, I would sit in my trainers box seat section. Which was close to the box David would sit in and watch the races from.

Never having had an inflated opinion of “high profile” people, I walked past, sat down and proceeded to read my Racing Form. I looked up a few times, waiting for the horses to come onto the track. Each time, David would whip the Racing Form up in front of his face. It was really pretty funny. Finally after a couple of races, he and the Racing Form must have been getting tired of this. I was. I finally said “I know who you are and I don’t care, can you give the Form a rest please?” He stopped and several races later, he decided he could just be a person and we talked about pedigrees. I was maybe 17. I had been immersed in racing and pedigrees since I was 10. The pedigrees became our common ground. On occasion, twittery fluffy girls or women would come along and try to get him to talk. That was funny, in a sad way. People think they know entertainers, but they don’t. Not at all. I admit there were times he would suggest I get the strangers to move along. I felt sad that he was so hunted. It makes a person nuts. He really was a nice guy. It was a good summer.

He died earlier in this year. This morning, his ashes were spread on the Saratoga Racetrack. He would be happy about this, very fitting.

As I write this, I am hearing the Great Horned Owls calling for the first time in months. I always am calmed by their voices. They at one point lived in the tree above our farmhouse, but the nest was blown down and they live several miles away now. It is a treat when they do come around.

Life is so fragile, people come and go but their kindness, their wit, their humor and love all mix together and serve to make memories to take with us on the crazy road we travel called life.

Enjoy each day, every bit of it. I have said this before, but really, tell those you love how you feel. Mend fences, be kind. We never know how long we have here ❤


Recently there have been some odd things happening. I keep remembering them and decided I would write them down. I thought about my long stagnant blog. So, here I am.

Sunday I drove down the road to drop mom off at church. I avoided what I thought was a black cat, deceased in the roadway (it was not a cat!) I should say, I am the local small creature death crew. If it is movable, I will move it. It just isn’t right to leave a pet in the roadway. I extended the courtesy to foxes, dogs and an occasional squirrel or bird. We do have three neighborhood cats that are black, so I thought it was pretty possibly the deceased was a cat. So, I dropped mom off, zipped home to grab a shovel and an empty feed bag, and drove back. I parked behind this black creature, flashers on the van and trotted over to the creature. MUCH to my surprise, it was a full grown skunk. I looked at it, and said “I am sorry skunk, but I am not THAT good a person!” Turned around, jumped in the van and went home, skunk-less. It was one of those things that if I moved it, well, I just didn’t. No further information needed.

Monday I received devastating news of the passing of the only little dog I would have cheerfully kidnapped and loved forever. You know, the one you fall for, that has a family? That one. I have not heard specifics. I only know I loved her and will miss her forever. In fact, it was such a blow that I spent the last 24 hours being terribly worried that I could not remember what HUGE thing had happened on Monday. This morning I was reminded. I thought I was losing it, I really did. I guess my mind did it to protect my heart. Rest in peace baby girl.

Tuesday began for people traveling the nearby highway as a regular day. But by early afternoon, two folks had died and three injured, all due to an “impaired” driver who crossed the double line and plowed into an out of state car and some others. I could see this from the back pasture.

We never know what the day holds. I am thankful for each day I can get up and try to be productive (broken neck and RA)

Hold those you love close, tell people how you feel. Speak up when you can, you can make all the difference in the world.

Most of all, be kind.

as I re-read this, I see it all has to do with three days that concerned passings. I live for the seasons, the winter's quiet, the earth sleeping. The quick awakening for our brief spring, which jumps right into the heat of summer, and then this morning, a bit of fall in the air (YAY!) Fall is my favorite season and I can't wait 🙂 Enjoy the rest of the day!

A friend asked for prayer for her daughters friends. The horrible warehouse fire in Oakland. Lots of people missing. Twenty four people have perished at the current count. The building and damage is such that only 20% of the building had been searched so far. The real time grief and panic on the social media platform is staggering. People asking if they have seen/knew if a person attended the concert there. Or were supposed to be there. No word. Phone dead. One fellow in Utah asking for information on his son. The building was 4000 square feet according to one article. A second floor mezzanine accessible by a single file, hand made wooden staircase. OMG. No sprinklers. Two exits downstairs. Not much of a chance for those upstairs.

This shakes me a lot. Having always been the art oriented, off the grid type myself, I can see it would have been a very appealing venue. But it was not zoned or permitted for residential dwelling, but apparently it was used that way. In this day and age, we see a lot of first hand terrifying reports. Wrecks. Vehicles, aircraft. Death. All around. But we plunge on, it won’t happen to us. Until one day it does, be it an accident, or just simply your number is up and you stop breathing.

My husband, when he was in the last few weeks of his life said two things that will never leave me. Both were questions. One was “do people die when they are awake?” and the other was “I think I am dying. Why?” I had to answer truthfully on both counts, yes, death does not care if we are awake or asleep. And, yes, he was dying, after almost two years of procedures and pain, he still had hope but died the next day. I had to tell him his liver had finally given up and he was too sick for a transplant. Please note, if you or a loved one are ever put on a transplant list, if you have the $$ to do so, get evaluated in several transplant areas. If he had been flown to UC Davis from the start, he likely would have received a liver. But he was listed in San Francisco, which encompasses a large area. It makes a difference. I learned this in the last week of his life.

Things change in the blink of an eye. Tell those who matter you care. Keep those you love close. Enjoy each day. Every bit of it

Sending peace and love to all those affected by this terrible fire and loss of life.

100_4255.jpgI let my blog disappear. Not on purpose, but just from neglect. It pretty much showed how I  had also disappeared. The well was dry and I was done. But this morning, I decided to revive it. I wanted to, which is a big step forward. Ha, then I could not only not find it, when I did, I couldn’t log in. 4 Password resets later, I am in. Better than that, my content was really still here.

So much has gone through my mind the last few weeks, it would be impossible to explain it all. Suffice to say I had to almost literally go back to the beginning of me. Some information had come to me that I had to investigate. Really check into. And how it all shook out is that there is no change to anything. I found I was unable to talk to a few really  good friends, because they either showed 1.they are not as invested in our relationship as I am or 2. they would have asked me the questions that I had to avoid until I had the facts – because they would have made me think and I had thought about things I would have fallen apart. So, my solution to that emotional avoidance on that subject was to fade away. No harm no foul. I just couldn’t deal with anything else. I am better now.

I really am.

See, I am blogging.

It involved heartbreak and hope. It would have been something that changed nothing yet changed everything. I have a lot of good emotional material to draw from now. I have a better understanding of things for my character Karen in my WIP. Last night a crazy person sent me messages and sleep was random. My cat woke me at 5, yelling that my son had the big fan on in the living room. So we have been up a while. Cat has his toys, I have my coffee. I am planning putting my office space together. If money were no object, I would work on our old farmhouse, make the ceilings able bear a “live load” and add a staircase to the attic space. I have always wanted to make that my domain. However it will involve a lot of reframing and removing horrible insulation. Maybe next year. For now, I will find a niche and make my desk somewhere that is not the dining room table.
When I changed to my most recent phone, all the info moved to the new unit. Now it tells me that I have not backed up the phone in 32 weeks. Really phone? 32 weeks? How digital, electrical stuff decides this I know is back on the developer but wow.

Family is who is there for you, blood or not. Thank you for being in my corner friends.


Affirmed, the most recent Triple Crown Winner in 1978

Affirmed, the reigning Triple Crown Winner in 1978

1978. I was working as a freelance photographer mostly at that point. I walked horses, groomed horses and ponied horses to the track in the mornings. Henry Moreno signed for my first license and was the best guy in the world to have in your corner. At Hollywood Park one morning, his new pony had come in and was tacked up, waiting for Henry. He hadn’t gotten there yet, so I  took the pony for a spin and while pony horse is what they are called, these horses are nothing like a “pony”. I had a blast, the horse was really responsive and when I got back to Henry’s barn, he came out and asked for his new ride 🙂 I got off, and he got up. As they went off to the track, the pony spooked at something and Henry of course got the horse sorted out and continued on. Henry turned back to me and called “what would have happened if he did that when you were out goofing off on him? I said “who said he didn’t? same as you 🙂 🙂 🙂 ”  I found out this week that Henry is not well, age is getting the better of him. It has been a rough few weeks, Hollywood Park is pretty much demolished and gone. Then to find out about Henry was another blow. Life goes on though.

Our still current Triple Crown Champion Affirmed had yet to be crowned 37 years ago about this time. I didn’t travel with the barn (Barreras) , and was not too nervous about that Belmont to be run. The irritating thing that has dogged Affirmed’s legacy is that it is so often said “the Affirmed and Alydar rivalry” Oh right. The thing that people fail to see, is that while the races Affirmed were won, they were not won by a wide margin. If Secretariat was a jock, my friend Affirmed was the computer lab geek who ran and won at cross country. He would never run any harder than to get the job done. He was smart and funny and loved his naps. Juan Alaniz, Affirmed’s groom was my friend. The trainers I knew on the backside looked out for me, steered me in the right direction. I drew and took photographs with a huge Vivitar camera. I spent time sitting and waiting while Affirmed napped, which was a favorite pastime of his.  I was different. A kid who could recite Thoroughbred pedigrees back four or five generations upon demand 🙂 That was long before computers. I was bitten by the horse racing bug when I was 10. My first trip to Santa Anita was to see Cannonero II parade between races. School bored me to tears. In 8th grade, in my Spanish language class, I was pulled aside after class. The teacher politely requested that I leave the racing form and radio in my locker when in her class. Multi tasking was my norm. Round Panasonic radio, using what now is termed ear buds (but only was a single) listening to news, reading the Racing form, writing my paper for english and answering questions to the spanish teacher all at one time was too much for her. She said it made her look bad as a teacher. Huh? Whatever. Limited people. I could not wait to get to the track and work.

I spent a lot of time talking to the old guard at the track. Buster Millerick. H.C.McBride. Mesh Tenney, the trainer of Swaps. Lots of stories, lots of emotion.

Today is the first time in all these years since my boy won the crown that I feel that it could be crowned again. Good luck to American Pharoah and all who run today. Maybe the crown will be passed to the new generation. We shall see.


Today is mom’s 82nd birthday. Where does the time go? The petunia above was a deck planting – one that we brought indoors at her house in October several years ago. They lived and bloomed indoors until February. Quite fun to have them indoors.

IMG_2662One of her indoor planted, sprouted and grown sunflowers. Courtesy of the wild bird seed. Another fun plant!

Our dear friend is taking us to lunch today at our favorite place to celebrate. Lassen Ale Works.

Have a great day all!


It really was beautiful this morning. The photographer (me) got outside a bit too late to truly capture the intensity of this sunrise. The light changes in a blink of an eye. The outside cats didn’t appreciate me rushing out the door either. In normal January weather, it could be unsafe, but it is unusual weather once again. It may be nearly 60 degrees here today. I am not complaining about that for sure. Growing up in Southern California makes one really respect the cold/snow/ice here.  Having to prepare for keeping utilities going, making sure there is access to the propane tanks, the utility shed on moms side of the ranch. Clearing the lid for our underground pump house. Who does that? Underground? I have seen a few others like this here, and a local person could enlighten me I bet. We came from Central California 12 1/2 years ago. We had a HUGE water storage tank above ground, so this was a really interesting thing. Then there is snow/ice and vehicle care and usage. Always making sure that the vehicles can get out, be cleared of snow and start. Mom’s van needed a battery last week. Not amusing. It did however have the grace to be dead at home, and we got it replaced without too much problem. That battery lasted 4 1/2 years, which up here is an amazing thing apparently. At least that is out of the way for now.

Today I am looking for a small side table I have had forever. We have done a lot of sorting and downsizing and that would never leave. However, where did I put it? My quest for the day.

Happy Wednesday all!



One of the Great Horned Owls in their nest above our house.

One of the Great Horned Owls in their nest above our house.

Worry is not in any way valuable.

Except for wasting time.  I found this somewhere and wrote it down. I have no idea who came up with it.

“Worrying doesn’t empty tomorrow of its troubles, it empties today of its strength”

I agree!

Sweet dreams all 🙂

Lilacs of course

Lilacs of course

I am a list maker. If it doesn’t get written down, it either does not get done, bought or finished. After my Aspartame (diet Coke) toxicity damage, I don’t remember a lot of things. Memory loss sucks. It is disturbing, sad, maddening and somewhat altogether upsetting.  The big things I usually do remember. It is other stuff that has a tendency to not just fall through the cracks, but disappear completely. I come to terms usually when I find something that I don’t remember buying, it is a happy surprise. Seems like a reasonable way to deal with it.

I know people who choose a word for the year. Some sort of compass to direct them. For me, my background theme is to breathe. Along with relaxing or chillin’ I have found that once I center myself and breathe, I can think. Thinking is really not over rated. Stress will ruin that ability, and worry just takes away our time each day, replacing time with stress. So, I breathe. It is making a difference.

Also, I have not worn a ring or jewelry of any sort in many years. I decided that as a birthday gift to myself, I would buy myself a ring. I did. It is a little sterling silver ring, which simply says  “breathe”. It wasn’t expensive and I had to buy a size 13 to encourage it to slip onto my terribly misshapen middle finger on my right hand. I have rheumatoid arthritis. I also had dislocated that finger when I was 27. That knuckle joint is not like originally installed shall we say. The “breathe” word usually slips under to my palm side, leaving a thin silver band exposed. I have gotten more compliments on the slim band recently which is interesting, and I have not pointed out that it is the back side of a ring that bears a significant word for me. I bought it for me, as a reminder and that is why it is there. It works for me!

Happy Saturday to you all!


The first sunrise of 2015 peeking through the blinds


We enter this world with just us. Our soul. Our body. What we choose to do with both while we are here is our choice. Today I found myself wondering how the world will be in another 365 days. What is coming down the pike per se. Changes? Happy things? I would love to have a drama free year. Really.

The economic analyst that I was listening to this morning says 2015 will be a great year for the consumer. For jobs, for everything. I myself am very happy to have the chance to get up each day and make a difference. For myself, eating right and walking. For my family, pitching in where I’m needed.

Writing. More particularly writing and dreams of selling my writing.

Onward we go, it is up to us to choose what to do with each gift of each day. Be kind, be smart. Help others. Pray, chant and meditate. Our world needs peace. Thinking good thoughts, it isn’t just a “line”. It is an attitude and we can really make a difference.

There is a story, about a person walking along a beach, the tide was out and there were starfish dying in the open air, in the sun. The person would bend and pick one up and toss it back to the sea. Someone else came along and said “it’s only a starfish, why bother?” The person replied “because for that starfish it means everything”.

Tell those who matter to you how you feel. Be there, listen and smile at that person on the street. You can make a difference, we all can.