Firethorn Berries
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It’s a Small World Now
Justin and Joe, the liquidators, have been reeking their ruin. Unboxing stuff, photographing it and then re-boxing it up again. Systematically, moving from one cabinet to the next, leaving a trail of debris where they have been. Most of the stuff is moving towards the garage, staging it out the door. It is sad to see it occur, but it is inevitable and has to be done. It is just not pretty to watch.
Anne and Jay have gotten into the spirit of things. Their work is seen here. Pictured is part of my mom’s doll collection. It is international. She collected a doll representing every country that she had ever visited. My dad was career Navy, which had a motto, Join the Navy, see the world. In our family, my father joined the Navy, but my mom was the one who got to see the world.
Late last night, Carl arrived. He flew into Monterey around midnight and we all trooped down to the airport to pick him up. Driving through the late-night fog, I was thankful that there was little traffic. This morning, I awoke in a mental fog. Fortunately, the liquidators are cutting us some slack this morning and showing up late this morning. Hopefully, today is their last day.
Loblolly Pine
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Cascarones
In California’s Spanish and Mexican days, no one was safe from ambush or attack from about Christmas to the first day of Lent. Eggshells (cascarones) filled with confetti or cologne were dashed on the heads of unsuspecting friends and foreigners alike. Imported from Spain to Mexico, this custom was described as, the season for breaking egg shells having arrived, the young men and women procure as many of them as they can, and woe betide the young fellow who breaks an egg on a female’s head where there are four or five young women, they will be sure to take ample revenge by breaking us many on his head as they can possibly find an opportunity for, generally drenching him from head to foot with cologne water.
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Fisherman’s Wharf
Jay, Anne and I spent yesterday at Fisherman’s Wharf in Monterey. We toured the customs house that was established after California was taken over. The Spanish had no need for one, because they prohibited international trade, mercantilism. We had lunch on the wharf, Italian seafood. Most of the restaurants in the area are Italian, reflecting the large local Italian American immigrant population. Afterwards, we walked along the coast, looking at fauna.