Happy (American) Thanksgiving!!!

As always, I have lots to be thankful for!

On Sunday, November 24, we had a planning session at brunch, at Ruby's, a retro breakfast joint in Palm Springs.

We managed to get everything organized, have fun, and have a great breakfast too.  And, unusually for a group made up solely of type A's, there wasn't a disagreement to be had!

Sunday afternoon continued with, what else, more bridge, this time Swiss Teams at the bridge club, with Art as my partner...

We didn't have a team, so one was arranged, nice folks, as you can see (that's Art, looking better than ever in the center, as I'm sure you will all remember).  Swiss teams is a bit too much "fuss and feathers" for me - I don't think I need to do it again - but we didn't do too badly, and did manage to score some points out of the afternoon, so all was well.

No more rain, and I continue to travel in style....

My neighbors, Deb and Arlene (otherwise known as "the girls" are here all week (they are still working, and are generally only here on weekends), and is good to have them!  The whole gang came over to my house on Tuesday afternoon for drinks and appy's, and they have managed to plan the redesign of my kitchen (the work is due to start in January).

And, soon enough, the Thursday of Thanksgiving is here.  We have decided to do it in the clubhouse this year - it has gotten too big to be manageable at someone's house - and go down early in the day to set up.

(Okay, you guys will just have to turn your heads to the right.  It has just taken me half an hour to get this from my email to here.  It defeats me as to how to rotate it to the right, and there aren't so many good pictures of me that I want to let it go!)

Anyway, I was charged with the turkey - the electric turkey roaster has been a big hit since I bought it too years ago - and it came out beautifully, all 22 pounds of it.

Yours truly, waiting for the guests to arrive

Deb, Arlene & Bob

Arlene

...and many, many more - 26 in all.  Aside from the turkey, there was a ham, and of course all the fixings.  It was a grand feast, and most important, was not loaded with the dysfunction usual in family gatherings.  (Or so they tell me.  My parents were from Eastern Europe, and neither they nor any of their friends ever really participated in American Thanksgiving).  I loved it.  This year in particular, which was loaded with dying and death and friends' parents with Alzheimers and friends with various and sundry ailments and marital woes and separations and wayward children - well, I'm thankful for health, and financial stability, and the blessings of friends.

Hopefully, with all the fuss, you remembered to be thankful too!

It Feels Like Home

You know, when I get back here every year, everyone says "Welcome Home"!  And it does feel like home.  I'm content here, even with the day to day.

I left you last Sunday, in my usual chair, about to pick up the Sunday New York Times.  Later in the afternoon, I met friend Laurel for a walk.  She was a neighbor in Salt Spring Island, some of you may recall, and is a neighbor here in Palm Springs.  She has just arrived from Canada, having lost her husband of long standing, Murray, to the last of a series of strokes in the spring.  As you can imagine, I empathize.

As you can see, she has a new companion, an apricot poodle named Chloe, the excuse for a brisk walk around Laurel's complex, literally six blocks from mine, followed by a cold drink on Laurel's patio.  She is always busy with their (now her) business, family and friends, but we'll try to get together regularly.  Nothing like a little death to remind you about the dearness of friends.

The week was, as usual, filled with bridge, including 2nd place overall at the Duncan Bridge Club on Monday, and, for a change of pace, friends over on Tuesday for bridge at my place.

....followed by yet another lovely sunset....

And here's something novel - for Palm Springs, anyway!  It rained the end of the week.

The opera class on Thursday was about Werther, by Massenet, based on the novel which made Goethe famous and caused a series of copycat suicides all over Europe!  It really is a gloomy opera, which I did not much like when I first heard it 20-odd years ago.  I like it much better now, although lord knows, it is still very dark.  The question is what will the Met's new production be like.  I will report back.

On Friday, I did my daily stint at the gym early to squeeze in a coffee with new acquaintance Nan, a fellow student at Friday's art classes.  We have been sneaking in the odd sentence before class, but felt that a coffee and a chat might be nice.  And it was.  Nan is an interesting character, with a checkered career, very different from mine.  She is very sympatish, and we seem to understand one another.  It is harder to make new friends, I think, at my (advanced) age, and I am grateful to have the opportunity.

The class was interesting too.  We talked about (and saw slides of) installation art.  I was most impressed with the Serra installation at the Getty in Bilbao, but we also saw representative works by Baptiste Debombourg, Urs Fischer, Tara Donovan, Walter de Maria, the ubiquitous Christo, and many more, and discussed questions such as should the materials determine the vision, or should the artist's vision determine the materials.  The professor is of the opinion that it doesn't matter what the artist intended, it is what you bring to the piece that matters.    Our professor is in the process of doing an installation in Coventry in England.  Again, news at 11.

What else is happening?  Well, I finally finished Conrad Black's biography of Richard Nixon (all 1,059 pages), and not a minute too soon.  Black really is a wonderful writer, and although he in no way whitewashed Nixon's flaws, the book was a good reminder of his breakthroughs in foreign policy, and his benign and often farsighted ideas on social policy as well.    I have Black's book called Flight of the Eagle, which he calls a strategic history of the US, but I can't jump right into that.  Instead, I went on a buying spree on Amazon (yes, Bill, I got free shipping), and am starting with something a bit light, a book of short stories/novellas by Andre Dubus IIIcalled "Dirty Love"!  Well, I wanted a change!

Feeling poopy today - or maybe just tired - so have readyand napped the whole day, and will be ready to start the rounds again tomorrow.  Meanwhile, back to my wine and my book.....

Day to day life in Paradise

So, a little maintenance by Zach, my computer guy (better known as TechnoGod), and all problems have been solved.  I rely on the blog to clarify my thoughts, and would have hated to give it up due to technical difficulties.  (Married people don't, I think, have these problems.  They clarify their thought by bouncing them off one another!)

Well, where were we?  In anticipation of Mariah's going back home to Seattle (otherwise known as the Frozen North), we indulged in a few nights of watching the Borgias on the DVD.  It was that fabulous production they had on PBS a number of years back.  What a piece of work they were, those Borgias.  I couldn't wait till Alexander died, at the end.   I learned how to use my DVD player, and Mariah and I had some lovely girl nights, something we don't often get the chance to do in The Frozen North.

Before she left, Mariah wanted to take her friends out to dinner.  We now have our own local sports bar, called The Smokey Burger, where happy hour is from 3 to 6 every day; well drinks and appys are all $5, and there is more conversation than television (my kind of "sports" bar!).

Art, and Soo's sun Jeff

Mariah and Wally (looking good after recent heart attack)

Soo and Jake

And, on Thursday, Mariah was off.  It was so nice having her here (her house is just five doors down), coffee on her patio or mine, even grocery shopping together.  "Hanging out" is not something I do a lot of in Vancouver, and I guess that is what makes Palm Springs so nice for me.

Sunday afternoon was actually overcast - no rain, of course, just lots of high clouds - so it seemed like a movie kind of afternoon to me.  I went to see Blue is the Warmest Colour, a French film about, to put it bluntly, lesbian love (with some straight and homosexual sex thrown in for contrast).  It was French, of course, so everyone was beautiful, and the directly was definitely an ass man (a man after my own heart!), but in the end, I found it boring.  And maybe too realistic - the heroine ended up alone!

I had a friend in from Vancouver, and spent some quality time with him this week (albeit his main objective was his golf game), which was very nice.  On Wednesday, though, Robin and Grant and I went to see Tosca, from the Met, the encore performance.  It was dreadful.  Oh, the music was glorious, as always, and the singing was good (although I found the soprano not to my liking, and she certainly did not get a rousing ovation for her big aria in the second act), but the staging!  My lord, the staging!  It was booed at the Met two years ago - why they would bring it back defies logic!  Oh, well, as I said, the music was glorious, Robin had packed a picnic dinner, and a good time was had by all.  (Sometimes it is as much fun to "dis" something as it is to praise it!)

Classes continue to do well.  The opera classes in the two weeks since I last wrote were on Rusalka and Prince Igor, neither of which I had ever seen or heard before.  Apparently, New York is awash in Russian singers, hence the push to perform Russian operas.  Rusalka is by Dvorak, Prince Igor by Borodin, very different composers, but both heavily in to Russian folk music.  Again, the music is the thing.  To illustrate the Rusalka, the teacher (John Nyberg, have I said?) used a modern Russian production, which was the kind of thing that I would normally hate.  However, it included interviews with the director and the singers, explaining their "take" on the opera, and it became totally gripping.  I can't wait to see what the Met does with it next winter.  For Prince Igor, we had a movie made in 1965 in Soviet Russia in full cultural mode, with horses riding across the steppes, great costumes, etc.  Again, the music was wonderful (I love Russian music!), but it is amazing how far cinematography has come in the 50 years since that movie was made!  Again, it will be interesting to see what the Met does with it.

The art class (given by Patrick Blyth, a sculptor in his own right) discussed the new Diebenkorn exhibit at the Palm Springs Art Museum (which I had seen a year ago in San Francisco at the de Yonge).  It was very apt, and providential, in a way, as Diebenkorn had gone from non-representational to representational in the Berkeley years shown in this exhibit.  We walked through the exhibit discussing the paintings, after an hour discussing the influences on Diebenkorn such as Motherwel, Hassell Smith, Cliforn Still and Rothko.  Thanks to friend Peter, I was not totally ignorant about those painters (and had indeed, seen a great deal of them, including, most recently Rothko's Chapel in Houston).  I may even be starting to "get" this!

For those of you who don't remember from last year, and for those of you who have recently tuned in, I thought I would do a few "Home and Garden" pictures:

Patio, #1

Patio, #2

"My" pool!

My garden - note grapefruit and lemons!

The front of my house

My baby!

The second baby, a working juke box!  How Palm Springs!

Dining Room

Living Room

Family Room

And more Palm Springs views....

(Aren't you guys going to be sorry that my computer is fixed!  And wait till I get a better camera!)

Friday night, neighbor (and, of course, friend) Michael and I went out to dinner at - wait for it - a Chinese all-you-can-eat buffet, called Hibachi City Buffet.  Yes, I know, I swore I would never do it - what we won't do for friends.  However, as these things go, it was pretty good.  The food was quite exceptional, lots of fresh crab and shrimp and other seafood, plus an assortment of dim sum, soups, and meat and chicken dishes, not to mention desserts (admittedly not Chinese).  And all for $12.95.  (Michael is a big believer in cheap.  Good thing, too, he keeps me in line!).  So, we sat, and talked and ate, and laughed at our fellow diners, and altogether had a good time.

And, finally, last night, I went over to Marion and Peter's place for dinner.  I met Marion several years ago at the gym, and have been to their lovely apartment before.  As always, great wine, great food, and great conversation.  It is especially interesting to me to get the German viewpoint about things.  They were children in the war, and left shortly thereafter, but have totally different views as to the situation in Germany.  Marion, who was younger at the time, of course, is adamant that noone really knew what was happening to the Jews at the time (although, when pressed, she acknowledged that she knew of two who had "disappeared").  Peter, on the other hand, was equally adamant that everyone knew (the country was dotted with "labour" camps), and knew that people were disappearing, but by that time, it was too late to do anything.

Any thoughts?

Speaking of which, a friend recently sent me a picture of the main synagogue in Berlin destroyed in the Kristalnacht, now 50 years ago.  It has been totally restored (although now, apparently with armed guards), and is glorious.  Try U-Tube, I bet you'll find it.  And yes, my next task is to try to learn to upload links to share with you.

That's enough for now, except to say I would love to see you guys in Palm Springs.  More anon.

Happy Halloween, with Pictures

Halloween is the overall theme,  but lots of other stuff.

First, a leftover picture, Peter and Nora at the opera in San Francisco.....

A handsome couple, aren't we?

....and back to Palm Springs.....

I started two classes under the auspices of the Osher School of Life Long Learning, under the University of California.  Neither is too much of a stretch - the first is a course on the opera, reviewing the operas being presented in HD by the Metropolitan Opera this season, discussing the history of the operas, the composers. context, etc.  The second is a course entitled "Why is That Art?  So far (I've now had two of each), both professors are very knowledgeable and fun.  Who knows?  I might actually feel better about modern art?  The class is being held at the Palm Springs Art Museum, and we have started doing the class, in part, while exploring the collection.

So, what would a typical day in paradise be?  Well, it might start with coffee on the patio, looking out at...

Then off to the gym every day, for a half an hour to an hour and a half, depending on my mood and my schedule.  Then either off to class, or home for lunch, and, three afternoons a week, more or less, duplicate bridge.  If there are no bridge games or classes, there is always the pool... 

Then there is all the socializing - coffees on the patio, or lunches out, and, of course, the parties....

The first Metropolitan Opera at the Movies for me in Palm Springs was The Nose, an opera by Shostokovich, based on a short story by Gogol.  For a silly thing, it was actually staged quite brilliantly, but I am still not sophisticated enough to be able to stand 2 1/2 hours of Shostokovich; we left after Act II.

Halloween at Palm Springs View Estates is quite the event......

The party was early on Saturday evening, October 27th.  In contrast to the hoopla indoors, was the non-untypical, glorious sunset...

.....And on to LA, and Disney Hall....

...... to meet friend Ray.  Originally from Boston, I met Ray in the Bank America days of my checkered career.  He has graced these pages before, but have I ever mentioned how we met?   We were both living in Marin County (I was living on a sailboat, but that is another very long story, for another day), both (unbeknownst to each other) working for B of A.  It was December, he was hitchiking to work, I was driving my convertible with the top down, and I picked him up.  We started taking about opera and the symphony and the Bank, and, well, we have been friends for the 30 + years since.

Anyway, Ray was visiting Southern California, and scored tickets to the LA Philharmonic.  We were both quite excited, as neither of us had seen Disney Hall, in spite of the fact that it is 10 years old this year.  It was a wonderful concert, a short piece by Ives, a piece written by Salinen, who was conducting, for the violinist who was playing it, and Sibelius' 5th Symphony.  The accoustics were glorious, as advertised.  Afterwards, we explored downtown LA a bit (quite a different place from when I worked there for Security Pacific, as it then was, many moons ago).  (see pictures above)

We ended up at the top of the Ritz Carlton, where Ray had made reservations at WP24, Wolfgang Puck's (reasonably) new restaurant.  I must say, it was a lovely dining experience, with lots to time for us to catch up.  The drive from LA to Palm Springs was a breeze at that time of night (about an hour and forty five minutes), and it altogether a lovely day.

Monday was another lovely day in paradise (see above for approximate details).  Robin and Grant flew in from Vancouver; I picked them up at the airport (an easy matter here, of course), and we had a "welcome back to the desert" lunch at Sherman's Deli - another tradition recently started. 

This was followed by a nice dinner (and you wonder why I have to go to the gym every day) at Johanna's for schnitzel with new friend Robert, introduced to me by David, from Vancouver.  (There seems to be quite a cohort of guys who divide their time between Vancouver, Palm Springs and Puerto Vallarta - I keep meeting more and more of them!)

This turned out to be a big bridge week - Tuesday with the above-noted Robert, Wednesday with old friend Art, and Friday with Robin.

Thursday night was, of course, Halloween, a civic holiday in this town, for sure.  I went out to dinner with friend Geoff at Tropicale, where all of the staff and most of the clientele were in costume.....

By Saturday, I was plumb tuckered out, so no gay pride parade for me this weekend.  Just sitting by the pool on Saturday afternoon, a quick cheap Mexican dinner at La Gallita, our neighborhood dive, and on Sunday, the New York Times. 

Ladies and gentlemen, we are experiencing technical difficulties.  Those blank spaces above?  They are for pictures, none of which I am able to upload (having spent hours editing them!)  The site has a lovely new look, which means that the ##!!## programers have been mucking with it, and, as usual, did not put things back the way they found them.  I suspect they will fix it eventually; meanwhile, I will publish sans pictures, and republish later with pics.  As for the Halloween festivities, well, just use your imaginations!!!

P.S.

It took me two hourss, but, as you can see, pictures are downloaded.  However, although the computer says the pictures were compressed, I think they were not, so your respective computers may explode when opening this blog post.  If anyone has a solution, please please please let me know,  Meanwhile, I will have to be judicious with the pictures!!!