The name sage green covers a rage of shades. My second house in Tucson had a yard full of sage. Here we have bursage, so called because of its burr-like seeds, which would get into the dogs’ paws. I removed all of it from the backyard.
There are many greyish blue-green plants in the Sonoran desert. So now for the color sage I think of the a century plant or Texas ranger or a prickly pear cactus. (Or the cupric nitrate patina on my bronze cactus.)
Yesterday, Memorial Day, I did go to my father’s grave. I had heard on the radio that a Marine, Bob Fussner, has made it a goal that every American veteran have a flag placed upon his or her grave1. Sure enough, there was one at my father’s. He had been a navigator in the South Pacific during WWII.
There were so many flags! For some reason I got kinda choked up, even though my father’s been gone for 35 years. One family had set out fold-up lawn chairs and were chatting (possibly to the dead?)
This morning while I was still in bed listening to the news, a large family of quail trooped across my patio. I didn’t have my glasses on so I couldn’t count the tiny feather balls, but it looked like the proud couple had a dozen young ‘uns. (Obviously not the couple who laid their eggs in a flower pot on my deck!)
But yesterday morning, while drinking, the bunny perked up and its nose went crazy. Suddenly, it turned into a ball of fur. Have no idea how it tucked in its ears. A large coyote was sniffing on the far side of the fence.
I went upstairs to try to get a photo of the coyote, but, sensing me, it trotted off into the bush. After it was gone the small cottontail hightailed it back to its den.
Cher, who is my age(!), is doing another tour. I thought, Sure, I could look like that (although maybe not as tall) if I had $305M.
Propelled by a soaring stock market, the median pay package for a CEO rose above eight figures for the first time last year. The head of a Standard & Poor’s 500 company earned a record $10.5 million, an increase of 8.8 percent from $9.6 million in 2012…
This is where I start ranting and my Republican son-in-law calls me a communist.
OK, to get away from the issue of $$$, another article from the Times suggests that you think about your vacation ahead of time:
Wish you were on vacation right now? Don’t. Taking a vacation won’t necessarily make you happier. But anticipating it will.
This advice is problematic only if there is a chasm between expectations and reality. But even then, anticipation is still important — because that’s the part of the vacation that you were free to see however you wanted. Take, for example, the trip Professor Dunn took to Oahu, Hawaii. She spent plenty of time anticipating how wonderful it would be, which was a good thing because when she was at long last in Oahu she was attacked by a 10-foot tiger shark. The shark bit her leg to the bone but not into the bone, leaving her with scars though no physical impairments. It was, to state the obvious, her worst vacation ever. Yet Professor Dunn nonetheless pointed out that, “At least looking forward to it was still great.” Lesson: even if your vacation is terrible, nothing can take away the enjoyment you felt when you were simply fantasizing about it.3