Honestly he doesn't read my blog.
And I doubt I could find him wanting to see himself on it.
But my husband is 50 today.
It's funny but hard to figure out
what to say....we've known one another over 25 years.
Spent a lifetime in education.
Looked one another in the face for so long.
It's as if 50 years flew by.

So I wrote him this tonight.




What can I tell you. When we were young he liked the color red. He has green eyes, really green. He loves Springsteen, Dylan, making pots, kids, math, lowercase, cereal, music, god he loves his kids, work, me, his family and all things he designates.
I've dreaded this milestone because his dad died at 51 and I worry, frankly.


I'd rather a thousand times a billion never know anything to befall him.
He makes the best meatballs.
And I've really never known him to do less than 100%.

Here's to 50 years. Oh, yeah. I was walking and talking and reading while he was a youngster. I'm older...yes, I've always had a thing for younger men. True.
Please give him 50 more on this day a hurricane rocks our world.
And watch over all our back east family and friends, what I love so dear is there, in part in these memories of our beginnings.

Happy Birthday Jack!

All week as I taught, when I was working nightly to 7PM, I played a Miles Davis CD,
Kind of Blue because I could find it in my room. Turns out my class likes jazz.
Which I believe to be a first. So I feel compelled to teach a small coure in something I do know. Or love anyway.

A great many (9) had a teacher last year that taught them jazz, (she rushed to say this playing of some jazz ONE TIME supported one story-) "too bad" I said, "jazz ought to be taught in isolation." And heard all the time.
Ha Ha. That's how we teach a lot of the rest of the content now. Isolated. Thank you political tinkerers.

Every time I turned Kind of Blue on I thought of Blu, the kitty. He roomed with my daughter and her roommate the four years they were at CalTech, no-wait-take away one year-they got him after a year. He came from a shelter. He had a cold at first. And I think he might have gone through something before he got to them. Blu was very shy, and very stealthy. And quite the love. I doubt it ever occurred to him that cats ae predators. I'm not sure he ever went outside. But he had lymphoma and for quite awhile he's been fighting such a lot.

This morning, I learned, he lost his battle. So I'm blue. With no entendre. Worried about the east coast, sad for these girls that raised him.
It amazes me that I spent time with Blu and we really didn't speak together-but I have a sense of communication. Actually Blu quite easily communicated. I especially liked "go away."
He'd come home with Sylvia sometimes at winter, spring breaks..once we sort of spent a few days together. And I'd go sit with him all night for company. It was a very special treat for me. we talked about serious illness. Actually. And I loved his humor.








So in honor of the kitty that liked to turn that music up wayyyyy highhh...Blu.

I am listening to the ocean in Pismo beach. After a little time at Solvang.
It certainly is a nice day or so before I head back to work.
A surprise.
Jack's tummy went south but we may stay another night...or go a bit further to explore.
My favorite thing is listening to folks, on an intense, intense staircase to the sea I was passed by a group of kids, three boys one girl. It tells you their relationship to school. The girl was told by one of the boys she could learn to body board, something. She said loudly, "This is summer and summer is not for learning ANYTHING new,"

Well I started to respond, but my husband was laughing and stopped me and it was hard to walk these steps. So Off went this little commentator on learning.

Gosh the fog this morning is beautiful.




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