Saturday, September 24, 2016



Piece by piece, bit by bit, the new place is coming together.  Yesterday we received the new table and chairs, so now we can eat like the civilized people that we think we are.  The new place definitely feels like home.


Friday, September 23, 2016



We are having a garage sale tomorrow... What an experience it is to get ready for such an event.  The big give-away is happening tomorrow at Ed Jirjis' home in El Cajon.  We've spent a couple of days getting ready... by sorting through "stuff" that we can't find room for in the new apartment.  One of the things I expect to miss at the old home above Mission Valley are the Melaleuca Trees.  I can imagine I'll find my way back there with my camera.


Thursday, September 22, 2016



Magnolia Blossom... injured... still beautiful.  I like this photograph in spite of the tear and the apparent entanglement of pieces of the mother tree that seem to either be keeping it safe or refusing to let is go out and be seen.

Wednesday, September 21, 2016



My favorite street corner in San Diego is Fourth and Maple...  The attraction for me is a very old tree and the two houses, old Victorians that it stands between.  The smaller house, perhaps once a servant's, is behind the larger, grander Victorian House that surely must be one of the finest homes in San Diego.  I don't know the history of the corner or of the houses.  Perhaps not knowing leaves enough for my imagination to build stories.




Tuesday, September 20, 2016


I don't know the photographer, and I don't know the exact date of the photograph.  I found it years after I bought the clock on the wall.  The Singapore Government was closing the Opium Den, and all the "stuff" in the room was piled on the sidewalk in front of the place, the clock was among them.  I bought the clock for three Singapore dollars, which was approximately one U.S. dollar sometime between 1969 and 1973.  The clock has become a treasure in our house.  I moved it into Paradise Village.  It keeps good time still.  Just after I took the picture below, the clock chimed seven o'clock.

Our San Diego part of the world was gifted with a slow rain today… almost all day.  It is the kind of rain that makes farmers glad.  The rain today marks the end of a long period of no rain.  Hooray.  Life is good.  

My President, Barack Obama:  For a couple of weeks my focus has been on where I am, where I am going to be, on myself. Listening this morning to my President speak, I was jarred back to the reality that the earth, my home, is home to many other people as well as it is to me.  The boundaries created by the edges of my country are boundaries that don’t necessarily wall me into a way of thinking about my humanity.  My humanity is not determined just by what is happening in my space, but what is happening in countries whose boundaries and whose inside governments are vastly different from the democracy of the United States of America.  My President understands that difference.  He celebrates his citizenship in America, but he never seems to lose sight of the rest of the world and to his connection to the rest of the world. 



Monday, September 19, 2016



A friend wrote and asked if the place where we now live has a back entrance.  It does.  And there is a hotel-like hallway that gets us to an elevator which takes us down four floors to this entrance, which I have learned, some people think of as the front of our building.  What I can say about all this moving and resettling is that people should live one day at a time and be grateful... Take time to marvel at the beauty which surrounds every place.  Grumble and gripe about stuff that affects the lives of other people, and be grateful for all the good things that come daily into your own life.  Life is good.




Sunday, September 18, 2016



Sometimes the best photo I get in a day really is the best photograph for the day, even if it was shot with my phone in available light in a fairly dark room.  Molly Vetter, who was once an associate pastor at First United Methodist Church of San Diego and is now the Lead Pastor at the Methodist Church in Redondo Beach, came back to San Diego to give a lecture to a large group of people committed to the social issue of inclusion of all people in the life of the church... Wonderful.

Saturday, September 17, 2016



A friend has asked what a place like Paradise Village looks like; so here are a couple of pictures.  The reason for the name is that the village is located in Paradise Valley.  The name of the retirement community makes possible some very interesting conversations. "How are things in Paradise?" is a common question.  I must say I have no complaints about Paradise... except perhaps that sometimes my Internet connection with the outside world quits, and this afternoon was one of those times.  I'm sitting down in the reception area where there is free WiFi.  That is working, so apparently Paradise hasn't lost its connection with the outside world.




Friday, September 16, 2016



EXPLORING:  The new neighborhood, as it happens, is a lot like the one surrounding Camino Degrazia on the other side of town.  The inside of the new apartment has the familiar sense of home.  Today I put some paintings and other stuff on the walls.  The same familiar bowl with apples and bananas that were bought at Vallarta food market down the street looks exactly like all the bowls of apples and bananas from all the years of my life.  A stroll around 6th Avenue could be a stroll around Ulric Street or Camino Degrazia Street.  The yellow leaves seem the same here. The lesson that is becoming clearer as the days roll by is that all the world is the same.  But I saw the images in the newspapers and on television newscasts, and I know all the world is not the same.  I am not suffering and people in many other places in the world suffer all the time. I’ve got to find something to do about the suffering.  Ignoring the suffering even when the bananas, and apples and yellow leaves are the same isn’t an option.  


Thursday, September 15, 2016



This morning before the day got started, the sun lite up downtown San Diego; and from our windows looking west the world seemed at peace.  The Pacific Ocean was as peaceful as it is supposed to be.  Nothing could have been wrong anywhere in the world... it seemed to me in the comfort of home. But the truth of the turmoil and suffering in some parts of the world that I can't see from our windows or from our balcony soon came blaring in with the latest news.  Up close life seems good.

I'm writing this after watching Saving Private Ryan so I ask for understanding...




Wednesday, September 14, 2016


At the end of the day, I took out of my bookshelf the fall issue of Daedalus, the Journal of the American Academy of Arts and Sciences… because it has been more than a decade since I’ve taught in a classroom, I had almost forgotten the importance of knowing how learning happens… throughout life.  The 1971 fall issue of Daedalus focused on early adolescence, ages 12 to sixteen.  A section entitled “The Adolescent as a Philosopher” of the issue was written by Lawrence Kohlberg and Carol Gilligan, two thinkers who talked and wrote about how learning happens.  I reread their section of the issue and I thought with some dread about the November election.  I thought about Donald Trump and his campaign for the presidency and my worries increased as I read Kohlberg’s and Gilligan’s conclusion that “almost 50 percent of American adults never reach adolescence in the cognitive sense.”  We should not be surprised that Trump is a hero to many Americans who believe he is saying something profound when he declares the he will make America great again. The man is saying nothing that requires clear operational reasoning to understand… and if it is true that almost 50 percent of Americans never reach adolescence in the cognitive sense, Trump can sing his song to that group of Americans who vote and can possibly win the election in November.  I’ll reread the piece tomorrow, and maybe I’ll be reassured that he can’t win. 

Tuesday, September 13, 2016




Margaret and I went back to the old apartment where we lived for 20 years, and near the wall of the house I noticed this toad stool at the very end of its cycle of life.  I took the picture and then later as I was reading The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho, I came across a quote the seemed appropriate for today...  "It is precisely the possibility of realizing a dream that makes life interesting."  Yes!


Monday, September 12, 2016



Things are beginning to come together in the new place.  Books are stuffed into book cases.  Familiar pieces from everywhere are installed on the shelves beside and in front of books... but always the books.  The books are the important pieces from an old, long life.  Another room with books on shelves completes the picture that helps me visualize this new place as home.  It feels like home. Feeling is important. Life is good.


Sunday, September 11, 2016





We moved… at just past 9am last Tuesday the truck and the movers came to our place in Linda Vista and they left the fourth floor apartment in National City at 6 p.m.  I can’t even guess when all the boxes will be empty. I took the picture below before the book boxes had all been emptied  As I type this note, I’m assuming the boxes of books are empty.  The book shelves are full.  The new apartment seems like home, so I can say we moved.  Margaret and I like the new place.  We have coffee in the morning on a nice balcony.  In one direction we see the downtown San Diego skyline.  We can also see the ocean when the marine layer doesn't obscure it.  Life is good.

Today I’ll have to go outside the apartment to post this Blog entry.  Tomorrow at the end of the day I anticipate that I’ll be able to post the Blog from the apartment. 

Today is 9/11.  It's a day of remembering.