part 2: either write something worth reading or do something worth writing

I'm starting to realize that I take a LOT of photos.


Circus Vargas:

Yellow Deli Day:

They took an interesting approach to color in this trailer.

I'm a little mad I only just now found out that The Yellow Deli is open 24/5.

My apple cider actually tastes like apples.

Sacramento:

Cousin love.

Cracker Jack boy.

Fourth of July:

She really, really loves bubbles.

Katie made a friend.

Best friend lives in a town where you can light fireworks in the street.

"It was all quiet and then it went CRAZY!"

A wizard battle ensued.

Heidi got a little excited.

much love,
hedgie

either write something worth reading or do something worth writing

This, sadly, is another blog excuse for not putting up a work of fiction lately. But it's okay because I've been doing things worth writing about. It's been a crazy few weeks:

Addie is too adorable:

For the people who don't believe me when I say she has fingers rather than toes.

It took her two days to accept that this was not a real dog.

The laziest game of tug of war ever.

If she were to star in a noir film.

I GOT TWO SNACKS IN ONE PACKAGE:

Accomplice:

This was an interactive play through the streets of Little Italy in San Diego and it was AWESOME.

This is when I finally figured out why it was a 21+ production. I should be a detective.

The tension mounts as we near the end.

Burlesque Show:

House of Blues in Hollywood. We even had a tiny table.

The show had a wide variety of performers, ranging from a little person to an Elizabethan man who danced while singing opera.

She has a golden lizard on her head.

Preventing the next band from setting up.

San Diego County Fair:

Nick is in there somewhere.

SUPER MOOOOOOON.

Sawdust Festival:

My favorite part of coming here every summer is watching people's reactions after they open the "Peep Show" box.

That's okay. It's not like I was planning on sleeping ever again anyway.

Also, Heidi can see into the future.

much love,
hedgie

it's my birthday!

On this day 24 years ago, I was born.

You're welcome, Earth.

much love,
hedgie

a dog of a workout

Last night, Boyfriend was doing the ab workout from P90X.

Addie decided to join him.

I continued to sit on the couch and eat chocolate turtles.


much love,
hedgie

dog surfing

Yesterday, Boyfriend and I went to Imperial Beach to watch the 8th Annual Loews’ Surf Dog Competition. We brought Addie, who finally went into the ocean and immediately regretted it.

That guy rode in with his dog balanced on his back.

Here is an excerpt from last years' competition:

"At the seventh annual Loews’ Surf Dog Competition in Imperial Beach, more dogs are wearing sunglasses than are humans. The competition is held each year in Imperial Beach to raise money and awareness for the ASPCA, and it is no small event. News stations have camera crews on risers made of thin metal pipes, and each time a dog comes in from its heat, it is immediately swarmed by reporters. Spectators stand knee-deep in the Pacific to get good iPhone pictures. Many have given up trying to keep their clothes dry and don’t bother rolling up their pant legs. My clothes are soaked through too, but it’s mostly because a group of kids in the surf zone are running around, splashing everyone except the friend they are aiming at."

To read the rest of the essay, go to this page.

Also, someone dressed their dog as Big Bird before putting them in the water. I didn't get a good photo of it, but I thought you all should know.


much love,
hedgie

winter night flash fiction

For some reason, just as California got out of June Gloom and into summer, I started thinking about winter.

Bear with me for a moment:

She remembered standing over the floor vent with her brother on winter nights. The metal grate itself never got too hot to touch, so they would stand right on top of it with their bare feet. Back then, she still wore one of her Dad’s old shirts as a nightgown and would hold out the hem of the bottom to catch as much of the heat as she could. She imagined herself as a hot air balloon preparing for a long journey.  Then walking to bed through the dark, the warm folds of fabric would brush against her stomach and thighs, the way she thought fireflies must feel like when people caught them between cupped hands and put them in glass jars like they did in movies.



much love,
hedgie