SUENOSDEUOMI'S RUMINATIONS

Cutie Pies

My cutie pies waiting, tethered outside the farmers market while I was returning empty egg cartons to farmers.

Bill Maher's 60th Birthday Request

Ask President Obama to Appear on Real Time with Bill Maher

So glad Bill Maher is back, in top form too, my world is not the same without his perspective, I missed him these last few months. "The youngest of the old" those in their sixties, outrageous, sometimes too harsh for my taste, but real and on point most often, with a willingness to tolerate differences of opinion. I sure would like to hear Bill Maher pose some real questions to President Obama. So sign on, if you would too.

RIP David Bowie - 1.10.2016

David Bowie, on his birthday, 1.8.2016. smiling at wife Iman. Photo supposedly taken by Jimmy King.

Sean Penn On El Capo

My first thought on hearing about the second escape of El Capo via a one mile tunnel was that this man's life should be made in to a movie.

Sean Penn would have to be perfect in the lead role!

Rolling Stone Article by Sean Penn 1.9.2016

I read the whole long darn thing and I am not sure what to make of it all. Sean was preoccupied, understandably, with the integrity of his own body, hence references to his taking a piss, holding his dick and letting out a fart. The man does have balls to venture out in to such unknown territories.

Sean found a loving family man that likes to think of himself as normal in the ruthless head of a hideous organization. Scary how extreme violence and normalcy can mix. Not surprising the head of the worlds largest drug supply organization believes himself innocent of blame for drug addiction. While demand does fuel supply, innocence is nowhere in sight! Should be no surprise that god too is in the picture. El Capo is supposedly charismatic, hard to notice though in the pics. El Capo, an older man, possibly interested in the legacy he leaves behind? Is it vanity that led to his downfall?

So what does it all mean? Was Sean Penn really responsible for the capture of El Capo? Is Sean's life now in danger? Was this legal? Is this a good, or a very bad article? I have no idea. Surely the timing of Sean Penn's account coming out in Rolling Stone the day of his 5th Haiti fund raiser must have been a great publicity stunt.

Meanwhile Mexico's economic situation stays the same, impossible, as El Capo said, for men to make a living so they resort to crime or to seeking their luck elsewhere, hence illegal immigration. Why not decriminalize cannabis here in the US and in Mexico? Start the process of breaking down the illegal cultivation and the illegal trade of dope. Make Marijuana legal, the war on drugs has not worked and is not working. One side effect might likely be an increase in availability of hemp clothing with lower prices! I love wearing hemp.

For some added fun check out this post in The New Yorker by the always funny Andy Borowitz that got picked up as real news and retracted here.

Today's Walk With Sumo

Blessed with more snow and a sun that is breaking through, Buddha's cover will not last, it's time for our walk.

Sumo illegally off lead in our Railyard park.

Such a cutie our little Sumo-boy with his snow face as he blends in so nicely.

Sumo loves to sample snow.

Hm, where are those ground squirrels hiding now?

Humongous Green Coyote by Doug Kennel manages to look cute even while covered in snow.

Eric, now a grandfather, so hard at work at clearing access to his Railyard Performance Art Space, he did not even crack a smile for us.

Winter Market vendor not shy at all about having his picture taken.

Our colorful 'hood, love it.

Buddha uncovered by mid-afternoon and laughing, yeah!

Wondrous Spirit

Older man with long, dreadlocked beard in shades of gray was spreading out his bedding over public picnic tables just as the sun broke through for a little bit on a mainly overcast day. Three am snow flurries still covered our 'hood and turned our Railyard in to a pristine looking landscape.

He refused my offer of an inflatable mattress I happen to have available to give away, but assured me that he was leading a very good life, connected to white wolfs, bears, and rabbits that would spend the night with him. He sings and composes in french and speaks with a lovely accent. He explained that he acts as a kind of messenger between the realms.

"It's my birthday today" he said "no longer sure" he said "it has been so long, I am an old man now, seventy, sometime in January or February." A lady had been bringing him sweet coffee with cream and soft boiled eggs. Never knowing where he would be at any given time, they may have missed each other of late.

By the time I returned with some goodies, a thermal mug with hot water and a variety of teas, three I hoped still soft boiled eggs, a bit of salt folded in to a napkin, a quickly heated up tortilla with melted goat cheese for consumption, leather gloves and a Pantagonia soft sweatshirt for warmth, this free spirit had already moved on. Next day the nourishment I had left behind on the park bench were gone, while the items for warmth are on hold in hopes for another meeting with this wondrous spirit.

Unsolicited Advice - Grief

The Japanese mother of two teenage daughters that she lost to drowning in our lake took to wearing her daughter's clothing.

My friend in her grief after her Dad's passing ingested a bottle of medication prescribed for the old man.

I took to smoking my Mom's cigarettes, even though I had given up rolling cigarettes with Drum tobacco in my teens after a humiliating introduction to asanas, an aspect of yoga.

I took to drinking my Mom's coffee, even though I had given up coffee decades ago because I drank too many refills with too much sugar when I lived in New York City on very little income in my twenties.

I took to playing Patience with my Mom's cards after her unexpected passing, just like she did, with coffee near, cigarette in one hand, pen stuck behind one ear, crossword puzzle near, while I was in the process of having to dissolve my parent's household. I neglected to collect my Mom's set of old, funky cards and ended up having to buy a new set with which I played my own version of Solitaire for hours in to the early mornings - for several years.

I kept odd items of their remains, such as my Mom's ugly coffee can, even though I only started to drink coffee regularly years later after my Dad's passing.

I kept their antique, oriental, deep red carpets, even though they were cumbersome to transport and I hate to vacuum ever since I had to as a child. I kept them despite the color red not fitting in my home. I prefer the color purple.

I kept my Mom's festive green Irish coffee set used only on high holidays, even though I am not a fan of green anything. The set never fails to remind me of my childhood, of memories more the half a century ago.

I kept my Mom's dad silver soup spoon engraved with the family name. I love it and use it daily. Maybe the only object that reminds me of my lineage from my Mom's side.

I kept a few of my Mom's flannel night gowns, even though I tend to sleep naked and consider them ugly. They were cozy, soft and warm I rediscovered, I wore them and still keep what is left for cleaning my home.

My unsolicited advice: Follow your heart - with a sense of discernment. Grief as you must, but be gentle with yourself.

Lit Up Naturally

Meeting Ground

RIP Doc - 12.22.2015

5.14.2009 Doc was waiting outside for Daniel to open his coffeeshop.

My first photo of Doc, before I ever talked to him, learned his name and a bit about his views on life.

2 weeks later, on an early Sunday morning, I had another chance to capture his likeness, hang out and chat some.

We talked politics due to my insistence and prodding.

Doc expected some major calamities to befall us by 12.12.12.

He would have voted for Hillary, but had lost trust in Obama.

He worried about America becoming a socialist state where the banks would be owned by the government, the United States by China.

The piece of fur he wore, he claimed was road kill, a Wild Ring Cat, in the Raccoon family from up on the mountain where he lived, he said in a tepee.

His wife of 40 years died 15 years ago and lived with him up in the mountains.

Doc offered advise for free; his sign "What's Up Doc?"

Asked about best place for breakfast downtown, he answered with Tia Sophia without hesitation, a choice most locals might agree with.

Doc told me his 72nd birthday was coming up June 4th 2009.

I made a point to present him with my birthday card and my photos on cd.

Doc passed unexpectedly on December 22. 2015 from what officials considered natural causes. Some suspect a heart attack.

Our downtown without Doc is almost unimaginable. Doc will be missed.

May Peace Be His!

Sitting In The Light

Glorious Luscious Long Late Light

Optimist

The entrepreneurial spirit is alive and well in the Santa Fe Railyard where it does take an optimist to try and sell anything. As you can see, barely a soul in sight, our downtown Railyard deserted most of the time, here just after noon at lunch time. That is the reason an otherwise very popular coffeeshop Flying Star, across from what is now the Violet Crown cineplex, pulled out and closed. I did see though later a man walk away from this new in our 'hood mobile food cart with a cup of something presumably perfect and delicious.

Temperatures were to drop in to the single digits even during the day, but the wind is not as bad as had been predicted, so our walk with dogs was rather enjoyable, no more mud or funky puddles, all either dried up or frozen over.