The Neti Pot

My Remedies

I’ve got a nasty cold and almost didn’t post today, but then realized that unless I’m not in close proximity to my camera and computer, I made a commitment that I have to keep.  A picture a day for all of 2012.

Today’s picture is of some of the things I use to fight a cold.  Sleep is one of the main ingredients, but I haven’t yet figured out how to capture it (of myself ) digitally anyway.

Back to these items, they’re all pretty self-explanatory:

  • Vitamin C packets – with added electrolytes, B vitamins, etc.  Really good stuff!
  • Water – plenty of water
  • Lemon – to use in the water (I like it that way; some don’t)
  • Ibuprofen – for the aches and pains.  Thank you, God!!!!
  • NyQuil – to get some sleep at night.
  • Neti Pot – a sinus/nasal rinse designed to unclog what’s clogging up your head.  If you have sinus problems or allergies, it works!  But if one isn’t careful, and you don’t tilt your head just right, you could swallow that saline solution and believe me, it’s not that much fun.  And then of course there’s the gross factor.  People say, “You’re going to tilt your head over the sink and do what with saline solution???????”

Just sayin’ … it’s all working for me.  Namaste.



Even As It Fades


Another victim of our big freeze last year, this poor old tree is dying by degrees.  The right side is clearly drying up while the left is still trying to survive.   Nature knows best but I have to say that I’ll miss the afternoon shade it gave us when the Arizona days become unbearably hot.  Even as it fades, it’s beautiful and I’m grateful for the shade it’s still able to give.


Ode to Jeanne and Her Boat Shoes

My Boat Shoes

Many years ago when I lived in northern CA, I managed a temp service, putting people to work on various assignments.   Sometimes that meant answering the phones, cleaning up, interviewing temporary employees, etc., whatever needed to be done.  One day the incoming lines were ringing non-stop because we had run an ad and were getting a huge response.  I answered one of the lines and there was this very upbeat, vivacious voice on the other end.  She said, “My name is Jeanne. Your ex-husband recommended that I call you.  I just got here from New Jersey, don’t know anyone and I need a job.  Can you help me?”

As it turned out, she had driven alone from New Jersey to California for a brand new start on life after surviving breast cancer. I will spare the details of all she told me during the subsequent weeks, months and years that we knew each other.  Actually, we didn’t just know each other – we became the best of friends.

Back to my story … I did find a temporary job for Jeanne that turned into a permanent one, but until she got hired on at that company on a permanent basis, she stayed with me and my teenage daughter, Michele … and we were glad to have her.  She was a wonderful cook, had a fabulous sense of humor, became a bright light in our lives, and she loved to grind coffee beans early in the morning so we’d have fresh coffee.  That habit used to make Michele groan. “Jeanne,” she would say,  “do you have to do that so early in the morning?”  Jeanne’s reply was, “Yes, and it’s time to get your butt out of bed.  There’s a day out there just waiting to be lived.”

We went to San Francisco quite often in those early days of our friendship just to hang out at Fisherman’s Wharf and Pier 39, eating and drinking our way through restaurants up and down the wharf.  We didn’t have much money but would find what we liked best, usually some kind of seafood, and splurge on that.  Jeanne liked good wine and good food.  So did I. Seafood, wine and cheesecake … we were in heaven.

Among the many things I learned from Jeanne was her belief that we get what we focus on.  And that we should expect the best.  One example of that was her desire to live in a house close to the Pacific Ocean.  So we went to a house that was for sale, walked around it and took pictures.  She asked me to snap one of her on the deck of the house looking out at the ocean.  She had it developed, posted it on my refrigerator, looked at it every day and told us that she would live in that house.  Within a few weeks she met a real estate agent who mentioned to her that the bank had foreclosed on a house out by the ocean and needed someone to live in it while it had some slight renovations done. I guess I don’t need to tell you about the goose bumps we had when we drove out to the house … the very same house that was on my fridge! And guess who got to live there for the next six months?  Jeanne.

Fast forward to now.  I learned just last week that Jeanne passed away in 2007.  I had searched for her for a number of years and never found her. Her son just happened to be on Facebook, told my daughter, and now I know for sure that Jeanne is “sparkling” somewhere … everywhere.

So what does the picture of the shoes have to do with Jeanne?  She loved boat shoes and when she got her first paycheck from that job I got her years ago, she bought me a pair.  I fell in love with them, too, but haven’t had any in a long time until last week.  There I was shopping and saw these shoes.  Jeanne spoke to me.  “Buy the shoes, Gina.”

Everything is synchronized … on this side of the veil as well as the other.  Every time I wear these shoes now, I smile.



Flashlight and Other Murphy’s Laws

Why the flashlight photo?  Because I got an email this morning from a friend … thanks, Kay … with some new Murphy’s Law quotes.  One of them was this.  Flashlight: a case that holds dead batteries.  How many times have you needed a flashlight and the batteries are dead? If I had a nickel …

And then there’s this one:

I started out with nothing and still have most of it.   OK, admit it, you needed a chuckle today, didn’t you? If you didn’t think these were funny, go check your batteries.  Namaste.

’57 Bird


I got these shots at a classic car show today of a 1957 Thunderbird.  When I was in high school, my best friend’s mother had one of these and we were able to cruise all over the place with it.  We had such a good time in that car.  I don’t think her mother ever knew how fast we drove it out on the highway.  It had a removable hard top that was really, really heavy to take off and put back on for two skinny high school girls.  Ha!  But we managed to do it.  Where there’s a will, there’s a way.  Right, Margo?


Marble Rose



When I bought this new bouquet, I had no idea that the blooms would turn out so nice in post processing.  I have never seen marbled roses before and they photographed really well.  And yes, this rose does have thorns.  Like life sometimes. But I’ll take the thorns with the roses because there are no mistakes in nature.  We’re all works in progress.  And life is a temporary assignment, so relax and remember to try and be in the moment.

“It’s only in our minds that we are separate from the rest of the world” ~ Gay Luce

The question of the day: “Who would you be without your complaints?”


Behind the Wheel

Normally I don’t just sit around in my car taking pictures of myself, but today there was something appealing about just being in that moment.  Just being me alone in the car with my camera.  I sat there thinking how good the sun felt coming in through the window, how long I had been driving (40+ years), and just how grateful I am to have good transportation that gets me from Point A to Point B.

I like driving; I always have.  The day I turned 16, my mother took me to get my license and the rest is history.  Back in the day, to pass the driving test, you had to know how to parallel park.  Uh-oh, that was the one thing I wasn’t very good at.  It took me nine (yes, nine) tries and the examiner passed me.  Was he supposed to give me nine tries?  I really doubt it.  I only know that I was one ecstatic 16-year old that day.  Got to drive my Mom back to work and I had the car the rest of the day until I picked her up.  I felt like such a big shot.

As I’ve learned over the years, a vehicle can be such a blessing or it can be a dangerous, deadly weapon.  With people texting and cell-phone chattering from behind the wheel these days, it has become increasingly dangerous to be out on the road.  Please be careful out there.  Don’t text and drive.  Your guardian angels work hard enough! Pay attention to what you’re doing … driving.  And really, really look out for the “other guy.”  It’s more important now than ever. Remember, driving is not a right … it’s a privilege.