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Showing posts from December, 2010

Just for today - all is good

This year I will be spending Christmas in Portland with my daughter.  Since they moved to Portland a couple of years ago, they have always rented rooms in different homes, three of them to be exact. Now Olivia and Bryan have their own apartment which they got a few months ago.  It is a small one bedroom which they are thrilled to have, this space of their own which feels to them like their own "Tara."  Unfortunately the only furniture they have happens to be their bed.  I think this bothers me much more than it bothers them.  I'm the orderly mother worrying about where will we eat, where will we sit, where or where? The living room is barren, except for computers, guitars, keyboards and amps.

So I can put the Norman Rockwell Christmas aside this year, this one will have less family members since they are spread all around the country, no big roaring fire in the fireplace (since there isn't one), no poinsettia laced table cloths on the dining table for Christmas morni…

Anything Can Happen

They are called the Santa Ana winds in Southern California and up here in the San Francisco bay area they are sometimes referred to as the Diablo's.  Warm, dry and blustery.  Wrapped up in an eerie stillness, feeling like earthquake weather.  Nobody has described them better than Raymond Chandler. In his story Red Wind, he introduces the Santa Ana's as "those hot dry winds that come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch.  On nights like that every booze party ends in a fight.  Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husband's necks.  Anything can happen."
The Santa Ana's are mentioned in other songs, stories and movies. In the romantic comedy The Holiday, Miles, the character played by Jack Black, says of the Santa Ana winds, "when the Santa Ana's are blowing, all bets are off.  Anything can happen."  And it is true, when they blow the air is c…