Distance: 5.5 miles, small yoga
We're experiencing Tulip Heaven here in Ciwt's neighborhood. 💓
Walk: 1. Hood 2. Hood
Distance: 1. 3 miles, yoga 2. 2.5 miles, yoga
|Viola Davis as Ma Rainey|
Distance: 4 miles, small yoga (with no twists)
The magnet is that blue color. There are just so few blue flowers and shrubs she encounters - which she thought might be unique to Northern California. But it turns out there are very few blue flowers or shrubs anywhere in the world. According to biological scientists it's a color that is 'infrequent in nature' with less that 10 percent of all species of flowering plants producing blue flowers.
Why? Ciwt wondered. Again a biologist was there to answer: There is no true blue pigment in plants, so plants don't have a direct way of making a blue color. In order to do so a few species of flowering plants and trees have 'figured out' (Ciwt's non-tech term) how to go through complicated alterations, and one of these is Ciwt's spectacular tree, the Ceanothus Pacific Blue, which should be capturing her heart for another month or so.
Walk: No, Sunday rest and finishing documentary stream
We know early on (or before if we are Hemingway followers) that the clean writing and macho pictures belied the intense mental and physical turmoil that ransacked Hemingway's life. So, for Ciwt four of the six hours or two of the three episodes of PBS's Hemingway documentary were just downers. Excellently researched and filmed by the superb documentary team of Ken Burns and Lynn Novick, but still downers for Ciwt.
By the end of Episode One - which she definitely recomments - we know where Hemingway got his writing style, that he came home from his hellish WW I experiences physically and mentally broken and began both his macho posturing and alcoholic drinking. We know about his years in Paris, his behavior patterns with his serial wives, his lying and that he was already the most famous and best writer of the early and perhaps mid-twentieth century. He had 'rearranged the furniture of writing' as the great writer himself, Tobias Wolff, put it. We know he had had three serious concussions, couldn't be alone,was a daily drunk, was narcissistc and obsessed with death, was brutal and unreliable in and out of marriage - and was internationally famous.
Learning all that with old clips of the people and places of his childhood and handsome young adulthood along with those of Paris in the Twenties is stimulating, fascinating, visually alive. But by Episode Two, Hemingway is in his thirties and the effects of his mental and physical illnesses - including alcoholism - have gained on him and keep growing. And from then on we learn nothing new really. It's Hemingway being brutal here and challenging someone to a boxing match there, and roughing up his wives, and going to bullfights and aimlessly, drunkenly carousing, savaging his friends and people who had helped him in print. Getting more concussions, killing animals and deep sea fish. A huge macho display captured around the world in magazines and news reels. And producing mostly great literature.
By Episode Three, there he is again but worse, just a shell. Now the abuse is physical with the wives, the looks and health are gone, the writing is a grind some of it not so good, one of it - The Old Man and the Sea - outstanding. But what are we viewers gaining from watching this empty, highly publicized, predictable tragedy? It's just terribly sad, depressing, the man is very very sick and has been for decades. Too much for Ciwt; she had difficulty shaking the glumness of it all.
* In the early twenties and before Hemingway had a publisher for his first novel, The Sun Also Rises, F. Scott Fitzgerald wrote Maxwell Perkins a letter introducing Hemingway and recommending his writing. Among other things, Fitzgerald wrote: “He’s very excitable, and I can’t promise he’ll know his own mind next month.”
Walk: 1. Fillmore for lunch with friend (imagine that) 2. Hood errands 3. Hood
Distance: 1. 2 miles 2. 4.5 miles 3. 3.5 miles, random stretches and slight yoga poses daily
So, the 1920's, 30's, 40's and Paris are alive and well in Ciwt's cultural considerations. The Calder-Picasso Show at our de Young Museum has now been joined by Ken Burns' PBS documentary on Hemingway. And Ciwt is busy taking that in. Stay tuned for her thoughts, but for now who knew Hemingway was a cat person? Not Ciwt.
He's in good company 🐈
Walk: 1. Hood 2. Union Square Chiropractor
Distance: 1. 4 miles 2. 1.5 miles
So, the verdict on Ciwt's back pain is in: iliolumbar ligament tear requring at least a month of detoxing from pickleball. And of the many interesting things she has been doing with her excess energy (like filling out and paying her taxes), Ciwt renewed her passport. And that meant renewing her passport photo.
Ten years ago when Ciwt was way too limber for any back tear, she was allowed to smile and look likeable for her photo. But now, when she is ten years older, no smiling allowed according the nice young Walgreens counter worker/photographer. Oh dear, whoever has to look at it might be in for a fright. Then again, maybe that will be nobody, because she only used her old one for one trip to Paris in ten years.
But! She has been watching Rick Steves before Jeopardy every evening during this covid year, so she considers herself quite the international woman at this point.
Distance: 4 miles, a little stretching (which hopefully will help - unlike yesterday's stretches 😢)
|Across the Street from their house|
Ciwt walked over their way this Easter, and yes! No matter what the holiday, these San Francisco fellow travelers provide a two-part festive celebration for the delight of all passersby. Happy Easter.
Walk: No, couldn't figure out what to do today
Distance: n/a, yoga
|Peter Carl Faberge (supervisor), Imperial Coronation Egg, 1897, to commemoriate Tsarina, Empress Alex Fyodorovna|