Coming in for a landing yesterday evening over the Firth of Forth
A quick trip to Edinburgh has me tromping around on my post-surgery foot in the padded surgical shoe, camera in hand, ready to capture whatever this majestic city has to offer. I’ve taken more than 350 photos in the 24 hours since I arrived last night, and at least three of them are good. 😉
The foot is keeping up with me, too, I’m glad to report. My Apple watch recorded 13,000 steps yesterday, which isn’t too bad for being just 4 weeks post-op. I am soooooo ready to wear a regular shoe!
But this is not about that. This is about those magical moments when the light is just right, and you get a photo you didn’t expect. I was about to head out to dinner (more on that later!) and looked out my hotel window…the sky was indigo, and the camera was close by. The street below the castle is Grassmarket, where pedestrians stroll amidst pubs and restaurants.
Haiku: Edinburgh Castle in Indigo Sky
daylight turns to dusk the witching hour's upon us castle standing guard
Edinburgh Castle in perfect indigo dusky light
I love Edinburgh!
National Haiku Writing Month
Note: because February is National Haiku Writing Month (NaHaiWriMo) and I’m a habitual haiku-er (is that a word?), all posts will have a related haiku. For more Glover Gardens haiku, click here.
Well friends, you know I go to Paris sometimes. I take pictures as much as I can, to share with you, and also, just to remember.
A Different Place: La Defense is Not Like Old Paris
I was in a different area than usual this past week. La Defense. It’s new (comparatively) and glitzy (comparatively). I like the old Paris areas better.
La Grande Arche de la DéfenseGlitzy buildings and 90s high-end architecture
My hotel was smack dab in the middle of a mall.
The view from my hotel window; I used to see Montmartre or the Eiffel Tower, now it’s a mall
Stuff to Like, Even in the Modern Area
But. There’s stuff to like there. I don’t have to always be a snob. (Just most of the time.)
What’s to like? Well, Paris is Paris. Everything just looks so cool there, like these scooters.
And people walking amongst the impressive modern buildings.
Street Art!
And – my fave – street art, like this big thumb.
Here’s another angle.
Don’t you just love it? César, the artist, created multiple sculptures of his thumb, “Le Pouce,” and they can be found in various parks and museums around the world. He was “all thumbs!” (Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.)
This particular thumb statue, at 40 ft. tall, is his largest, and probably the most unusual juxtaposition – the worker / artist hand amidst the high-tech knowledge worker setting.
The Official Write-Up, a Plaque on the Ground
Here’s the plaque about the statue. The cigarette butts made me sad, but I left them in to keep it authentic.
Thumb Polished, waxed and varnished bronze, 1990
Like an obelisk, this monumental enlargement of a mold of César’s thumb stands 12 meters high. It is the tallest of the sculptor’s Pouces since the first one created in 1965 which measured only 40 centimeters. Referred to as a New Realism in 1960, César is known for his work on common consumerist objects which he gathered, compressed and enlarged in a spirit similar to American Pop Art.
The Bottom Line
Paris is a diverse and constantly surprising landscape of compelling and thought-provoking scenes. I can’t be a snob, or I’ll miss something cool and memorable.
Haiku Time
Note: because February is National Haiku Writing Month (NaHaiWriMo) and I’m a habitual haiku-er (is that a word?), all posts will have a related haiku. For more Glover Gardens haiku, click here.
Haiku: Thumbs Up
❖ gotta love Paris ❖ ❖ yes, that’s a giant thumb ❖ ❖ reaching for the sky ❖
twilight on the pier santa monica sunset the benediction
Overrun with tourists and souvenir-hawking vendors, the Santa Monica Pier remains a worthy destination.
The sunset guarantees it.
The benediction of a sunset
Trust me on this.
Note: because February is National Haiku Writing Month (NaHaiWriMo) and I’m a habitual haiku-er (is that a word?), all posts this month have a related haiku. For more Glover Gardens haiku, click here.
Do you ever have those nights when you just can’t sleep? That was me this week. I was sleepless at a hotel in Pasadena, California.
I tried it all:
Toss. Turn. Toss. Turn.
Punch down the pillow.
Imagine flowing in a peaceful river.
Breathe in, count to 4, breathe out, count to 4, repeat…
Relax every body part, starting at the feet and working upward.
Count My blessings (Instead of Sheep)…as in the Irving Berlin song.
But it didn’t work.
Nothing did.
That’s ok.
I got a haiku out of it, thinking about how being young means never having insomnia. And how I never knew to appreciate that when I was young.
Haiku: Youth
those long-ago days when “I’m going back to sleep!” could somehow come true
It was nice to remember the Irving Berlin song about insomnia, and how I used to watch White Christmas (the movie in which it was featured) with my Dad. So maybe sleeplessness isn’t all bad.
Count Your Blessings (Instead of Sheep)
Bing Crosby and Rosemary Clooney singing the classic Count My Blessings in the movie White Christmas
When I’m worried and I can’t sleep I count my blessings instead of sheep And I fall asleep counting my blessings When my bankroll is getting small I think of when I had none at all And I fall asleep counting my blessings I think about a nursery and I picture curly heads And one by one I count them as they slumber in their beds If you’re worried and you can’t sleep Just count your blessings instead of sheep And you’ll fall asleep counting your blessings I think about a nursery and I picture curly heads And one by one I count them as they slumber in their beds If you’re worried and you can’t sleep Just count your blessings instead of sheep And you’ll fall asleep counting your blessings
by Irving Berlin
National Haiku Writing Month
February is National Haiku Writing Month (NaHaiWriMo) and I’m a habitual haiku-er (is that a word?)... For more Glover Gardens haiku, click here.
heathrow in daylight unexpectedly quiet i must be dreaming
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London is just so London – Foggy day or not, I love it!
I’m an Anglophile
Glover Gardens followers know that I love London. I have for a long, long time. I’ve been an anglophile since reading The Secret Garden and Great Expectations as a child. My first actual foray into that foggy town was in 1997, and I’ve probably been there 20 times since. Every time I get into London, I’m torn between retracing my steps and trying something new.
Tell me – how does a gal decide between serendipity and going back to enjoy a beloved spot once again?
Retracing My Steps to Geales
Serendipity often wins, but last December, I finally went back to a cozy little seafood restaurant I had happened upon early in 2004 and returned to several times that year as part of a series of business trips. Just off the beaten path in Kensington near Notting Hill Gate, Geales has been open since 1939. That’s 80 years of serving seafood – they know what they’re doing!
It was cold and drizzly on that December 2018 evening when I went back to Geales, and a little spot at a corner table was just what I needed to warm up. The place was more sophisticated than I remembered; back in 2004 it was loud and crowded, had a fisherman’s-wharf / corner market feel with fish and chips served in newspaper, and maybe even red-checked oilcloth on the tables. Travel-weary and in T-shirt and jeans, I felt a little underdressed in the genteel surroundings; you’ll note how smartly dressed the folks at the next table are.
View from my corner table; I did some people-watching and got caught (by the lady)
While researching Geales to write this post, I learned that there was a big revamp done in 2007 and a change of ownership, which explains the more upscale decor (slick but unfussy).
This photo courtesy of TripAdvisorPhoto from Geales via USA Today article
Let’s Talk about the Food
But let’s put the decor aside and talk about the food. The menu has definitely been updated. How updated? Well, alongside classics like mussels, fish and chips, fish pie and fish cakes, there are choices like lobster linguini with sun-dried tomatoes, and wild mushroom risotto with truffle oil. I’d have dressed better if I’d known that!
My first course was taramasalata. It was an excellent version of this special cod roe-based spread, very light and creamy, and not dyed an artificial pink like so many are. I’m pretty sure that Geales didn’t have taramasalata back in the early 2000s; that’s part of its new sophistication.
Taramasalata with grilled flatbread
My dish of choice back in 2004 was usually mussels served in a tin bucket, but I went for the grilled fish this time. However, it was my waitperson’s second day on the job, and she brought me fish and chips instead. She was delightful, young and earnest, and I didn’t have the heart to complain. So I ate it. Wouldn’t you? When in London…
Fish and chips with mushy peas
I almost never eat fried food, but the fish and chips were delicious, and the mushy peas were the perfect accompaniment. So very British. Breaking with tradition, I went for Tabasco instead of malt vinegar, threatening my Anglophile status. But hey, Tabasco is a global thing, right?
A Worthy Fish and Chips Experience
I didn’t realize until I was writing this post that Geales was ranked #3 on USA Today’s article, the 10 Best London Fish and Chips Restaurants. Perhaps I was meantto have fish and chips on that rainy London night. Serendipity.
All-in-all, it was a nice meal and worthy experience. While I was expecting the homey warmth and fish-market ambience that I had enjoyed in the earlier version of Geales, I got over my surprise at its more upscale vibe pretty quickly as I savored the food and the people-watching. (People-watching was always good at Geales.)
The Serendipity of the Unknown and Surprising
My conclusion is that sometimes, you can’t go back. What was there before no longer exists in the same form. But if you take a step back, look at it as something new, an opportunity, perhaps you can go forward. When the known and comfortable becomes the unknown and surprising, it can be serendipity.
Haiku: The Chip Shop
serendipitous mushy peas and fish and chips unspoiled by poshness
National Haiku Writing Month (NaHaiWriMo)
Note: because February is National Haiku Writing Month (NaHaiWriMo) and I’m a habitual haiku-er (is that a word?), all posts will have a related haiku. For more Glover Gardens haiku, click here.
She runs, jumps and plays. She loves her life with her humans, The Girl Who is Always Hungry and The Best Eater.
Luna wrote a haiku to accompany her portrait below and telepathically transmitted it to me through the camera lens.
you could make my day if only you understood – pick it up! throw it!
I really appreciate Luna’s haiku contribution, which is kicking off the Glover Gardens participation in National Haiku Writing Month (NaHaiWriMo). More to come!
Things are quiet here at Glover Gardens because I’ve just had foot surgery.
The Musical Millennial was my day surgery chauffeur, and I kept my foot elevated per instructions.
Yay!
My last bunion surgery a few years ago didn’t heal properly and my big toe stuck out like a sore thumb. Literally. I’m so excited to get my bum foot fixed, put my much-better foot forward, and get back to being a super-active person again, instead of just a sorta-kinda-active person.
But first, there’s a taking-it-easy period. Light duty for me, with The Grill-Meister doing the lion’s share of the daily grind at Glover Gardens. Bless him. He has warmed up my coffee three times today while I recline like a princess with an ugly black boot instead of a glass slipper. But hey, maybe glass slippers are now back in my future!
The cat is happy to keep me company while I’m convalescing.
Fiona found a semi-permanent lap
Back to the surgery itself: the doctor and hospital staff were marvelous. They were warm and caring, professional and efficient, even funny. About ten of them swarmed me in the operating room to get me ready, and I couldn’t keep up with my ‘Curious Kim’ questions. One of the nurses laughed and said that they perform together like an Indy 500 pit crew. Great analogy! It inspired me to conjure up a haiku as I was drifting off. Or was it as I was waking up?
Haiku: Swarmed in the Operating Room
pit crew in scrubs with military precision fixing my bum foot
Thank you to Dr. Donald Falknor and the staff at Memorial Hermann Southwest Day Surgery. (By the way, these were not the folks who did my bunionectomy-gone-wrong a few years ago!)
Life is good. I’m about to put my better foot forward!
Beautiful bighorn sheep were grazing alongside Highway 285 near Bailey, Colorado last Sunday.
A brave bighorn grazing alongside Colorado State Highway 285 south of Bailey, CO
I had my camera with me and The Grill-Meister was happy to pull the car over. One of the sheep let me get very close, and it seemed that he was either mildly annoyed or mildly amused by me. He moved slowly, turning this way and that. Posing for me, I think. What visual riches! It was an awesome experience.
So I had to write a haiku or two. Or three. Serious and not-so-serious.
ancient memories, yesterdays and tomorrows, in your horns and fur
Magnificence radiates from his bighorn body
regal, princely stare – you wondrous, animal, you! thank you for posing
Giving me the eye – is he annoyed? amused? contemplative?
what are you thinking? “get back, lady with camera – let me eat in peace!”
