Last Friday Jackie and I had lunch in Alpine. Then we drove to the Summer's Past nursery. It is really a lovely place to visit. They have tables and chairs and benches along the pathways and lots of plants to see. They have a waterfall, no photos of but there are always other days...anyway the water fall is part of a stream of water that winds through that part of the nursery. I did get a photo of one of the small bridges that cross the stream. Makes me wish I could have something like that in my yard.
I bought some amaryllis bulbs...pink lady...which is old fashioned and hard to find. My mother grew them, and then later I had a large brick planter at the storage filled with them that I had planted. I meant to take some of the bulbs when we left the storage, but with all the stress forgot. This morning we did a quick trip to Home Depot for some large pots and potting soil. I planted two more roses that I got at Walmart the other day and some lily bulbs. I started planting roses in large pots when I was at the storage. Except for the large brick planter there was nothing. So I filled up the area in front of the house and office with roses in pots. My rose pages are full of photos mostly of those roses. After we came here...while I have lots of space there doesn't seem to be anywhere to plant roses. They are still in pots...
Yesterday it rained and I didn't do my homework for In Focus 3...shame on me. I haven't decided yet if I will catch it up or forget about it. It is a beautiful day today. A friend I've known since college is out from Iowa for a short visit. She moved there last year. We had lunch and then went looking for candy bars. Not just any candy...U-No bars. Pronounced "You Know" they were my mama's favorite and Janey's favorite too. Sometimes they are hard to find and over the years after we would have lunch we would go on a candy hunt hopefully to find U-No bars. Janey says they don't have them in Iowa. Today we got them at the first store we went to and not only they they were buy one and get one free.
Went to pick up Hailey after school and got busy...finally back to finish this and it is now dark out...One thing I did do was take my blur photos for Sunday's assignment. Only got five shots but that is better than none.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Posted: 03/20/09 11:14:01
Last Sunday was our Sharp Shooters trip to the Zoo. Had a great time though did get a bit tired. I got some wonderful shots of the elephants and giraffes. Was glad to see that area, since it will be changed when the new Elephant Odyssey will be opened soon. The giraffes will stay and have more room. Elephant Odyssey is not going to be about Africa etc. It is going to be about decedents or relatives of animals that once roamed over southern California. So there will be elephants, lions, and pronghorns and more.
We saw lots of pronghorns the summer we spent in Wyoming back in 1975. I took lots of photos of them and also painted a landscape with pronghorns from my photos. We stayed in a small travel trailer while E.R. worked out about 30 miles away during the week. While I was painting the picture there was a sandstorm outside and the grit came into the trailer and covered the table. My painting fell over onto the grit and so while it doesn't show, the thing has real Wyoming dirt mixed in with the paint.
I have started the In Focus III class. All about composition. So will see how well I do with that. I love taking photos and have most of my life. I don't know about messages...I have been thinking about that. Mostly my message is showing something I have seen and want to show others. Sometimes it is a scene...like a landscape. Sometimes it is people...my children growing up and then my granddaughter. Sometimes it is about how the light falls on something. I started taking my rose photos for painting reference but it was all about how the light fell on the petals and made them glow in the sunlight. The light is always changing. From day to day and season to season. You might see the perfect view only to have it gone in minutes and not to be seen for months or ever again. After we came back from Wyoming we lived another year in Lakeside and then moved to a little old house in Ramona. Across from our house was an old white water tower with a large palm growing next to it. One day I noticed that the sun fell across the tower and palm in a certain way for only a few minutes in the afternoons. The next day, I set up my camera on a tripod and waited for the sun to move into place. I got several photos and later used one to paint a small oil painting. Later I did a water color of the scene that I loved and then let my sister talk me out of it. Darn. As the season changed the sun moved and the light didn't fall across the water tower anymore in exactly that same way. We moved away from Ramona and in a windstorm the watertower fell. So my old faded snapshots are the only real evidence of, to me, a wonderful scene as it was. My paintings were not exactly like the scene...artistic license changes what we do to real life.
We saw lots of pronghorns the summer we spent in Wyoming back in 1975. I took lots of photos of them and also painted a landscape with pronghorns from my photos. We stayed in a small travel trailer while E.R. worked out about 30 miles away during the week. While I was painting the picture there was a sandstorm outside and the grit came into the trailer and covered the table. My painting fell over onto the grit and so while it doesn't show, the thing has real Wyoming dirt mixed in with the paint.
I have started the In Focus III class. All about composition. So will see how well I do with that. I love taking photos and have most of my life. I don't know about messages...I have been thinking about that. Mostly my message is showing something I have seen and want to show others. Sometimes it is a scene...like a landscape. Sometimes it is people...my children growing up and then my granddaughter. Sometimes it is about how the light falls on something. I started taking my rose photos for painting reference but it was all about how the light fell on the petals and made them glow in the sunlight. The light is always changing. From day to day and season to season. You might see the perfect view only to have it gone in minutes and not to be seen for months or ever again. After we came back from Wyoming we lived another year in Lakeside and then moved to a little old house in Ramona. Across from our house was an old white water tower with a large palm growing next to it. One day I noticed that the sun fell across the tower and palm in a certain way for only a few minutes in the afternoons. The next day, I set up my camera on a tripod and waited for the sun to move into place. I got several photos and later used one to paint a small oil painting. Later I did a water color of the scene that I loved and then let my sister talk me out of it. Darn. As the season changed the sun moved and the light didn't fall across the water tower anymore in exactly that same way. We moved away from Ramona and in a windstorm the watertower fell. So my old faded snapshots are the only real evidence of, to me, a wonderful scene as it was. My paintings were not exactly like the scene...artistic license changes what we do to real life.
Posted: 03/08/09 11:13:38
Well it still is, though we lost an hour. I hate the time change. It is sudden and messes with our inner time schedule. I think it is what is wrong with the US...everyone has to get used to a new time schedule twice a year. It is totally bad for us. Yesterday we took another trip to Borrego Springs. Hailey and her friend Haley T came with. E.R. drove and I think he drove too fast. We were not over there very long but I did get some nice photos. We saw the other end of Borrego Springs Road where the other metal sculptures are. We saw some last year and wondered what they were for...actually this is the one I saw first.
Standing out in the desert like some sort of Godzilla or something. This year seeing more works and reading about them they make sense. They are like animals that actually walked the floor of the valley back in prehistoric times. Bones of these animals have been found there. This one is a giant sloth. Mother and baby giant sloth.
So many people stop an see the sculptures. I think they are a lot of fun. Yesterday we went up Coyote Canyon a little way. Lots of flowers...quite a few people too. Then when we stopped to see some of the sculptures I found desert lilies. Some of these flowers bloom for such a short time that it is not easy to see them when we only make a couple of trips over there in the spring. I had never photographed the desert lily before.
Jackie and I might drive over again on Friday...
Standing out in the desert like some sort of Godzilla or something. This year seeing more works and reading about them they make sense. They are like animals that actually walked the floor of the valley back in prehistoric times. Bones of these animals have been found there. This one is a giant sloth. Mother and baby giant sloth.
So many people stop an see the sculptures. I think they are a lot of fun. Yesterday we went up Coyote Canyon a little way. Lots of flowers...quite a few people too. Then when we stopped to see some of the sculptures I found desert lilies. Some of these flowers bloom for such a short time that it is not easy to see them when we only make a couple of trips over there in the spring. I had never photographed the desert lily before.
Jackie and I might drive over again on Friday...
Posted: 03/05/09 08:34:15
It is very wet out this morning and overcast...was it raining? Good for gardens...my husband planted veggies yesterday. We have had warm days the last week or so. On Saturday Jackie, Hailey, and I went over to Borrego Springs with a stop at the Santa Ysabel mission. Jackie's daughter, Jocelyn, wouldn't come with. Typical teenager. My car said the temp was 80 degrees. Not bad for the desert. It wa hotter here the next day. We had breakfast at the Mall...nice restaurant and great food. Then we went to the Visitor's Center at the Park. Lots of people there...not too many photo ops. We drove into town and then out Borrego Springs road to see the metal sculptures.
I hadn't seen these before...they seem new as they are not so rusted. It was great to get some photos before that happens. I had read about these. They were commissioned by the land owner and created by an artist in Perris California. The work is similar to what is done down in Mexico...though there they are recycling the metal. And the works are much smaller. We drove around and I took several photos of the different sculptures.
It is very wet out this morning and overcast...was it raining? Good for gardens...my husband planted veggies yesterday. We have had warm days the last week or so.
On Saturday Jackie, Hailey, and I went over to Borrego Springs with a stop at the Santa Ysabel mission. Jackie's daughter, Jocelyn, wouldn't come with. Typical teenager. My car said the temp was 80 degrees. Not bad for the desert. It wa hotter here the next day.
We had breakfast at the Mall...nice restaurant and great food. Then we went to the Visitor's Center at the Park. Lots of people there...not too many photo ops. We drove into town and then out Borrego Springs road to see the metal sculptures. I hadn't seen these before...they seem new as they are not so rusted. It was great to get some photos before that happens. I had read about these. They were commissioned by the land owner and created by an artist in Perris California. The work is similar to what is done down in Mexico...though there they are recycling the metal. And the works are much smaller. We drove around and I took several photos of the different sculptures.
Am back from driving Hailey and Jocelyn to school. Got the paper and see that wild flowers in Borrego feature on the front page...going back over this weekend for sure.
I hadn't seen these before...they seem new as they are not so rusted. It was great to get some photos before that happens. I had read about these. They were commissioned by the land owner and created by an artist in Perris California. The work is similar to what is done down in Mexico...though there they are recycling the metal. And the works are much smaller. We drove around and I took several photos of the different sculptures.
It is very wet out this morning and overcast...was it raining? Good for gardens...my husband planted veggies yesterday. We have had warm days the last week or so.
On Saturday Jackie, Hailey, and I went over to Borrego Springs with a stop at the Santa Ysabel mission. Jackie's daughter, Jocelyn, wouldn't come with. Typical teenager. My car said the temp was 80 degrees. Not bad for the desert. It wa hotter here the next day.
We had breakfast at the Mall...nice restaurant and great food. Then we went to the Visitor's Center at the Park. Lots of people there...not too many photo ops. We drove into town and then out Borrego Springs road to see the metal sculptures. I hadn't seen these before...they seem new as they are not so rusted. It was great to get some photos before that happens. I had read about these. They were commissioned by the land owner and created by an artist in Perris California. The work is similar to what is done down in Mexico...though there they are recycling the metal. And the works are much smaller. We drove around and I took several photos of the different sculptures.
Am back from driving Hailey and Jocelyn to school. Got the paper and see that wild flowers in Borrego feature on the front page...going back over this weekend for sure.
Posted: 02/26/09 15:24:54
No photos but enjoyed watching the egret visiting our woodpiles. Actually hunting lizards and he got several before flying away. The kestrals flew over too and the humming birds are flying back and forth to the feeder. Would think it was spring all ready. Our trip to Borrego is planned for Saturday morning. I love it over there and always planned to move to the desert when retired. Now am here in Eucalyptus Hills and it is not so bad.
Yesterday I planted five roses. Planted in pots so they can be moved around...know that sounds silly but the only way to get them close to the house. I got started planting roses in pots when I lived at the mini storage. There was nothing but concrete and blacktop surround the place. I brought them all up here when Hailey and I moved. I sometimes get depressed and I let them go for a couple of years. I may not get bored often but I can get really depressed. Part of the reason was my daughter moved back from Colorado with her children. Was supposed to be temporary so bought her a travel trailer to stay in until she found a job and place to live. She left lots of boxes around the trailer and I couldn't water my roses without getting her stuff wet. Then she moved into my little house where ER and Dave lived. They had been renting from my stepmom and were here when I bought the place from the estate. So ER and Dave moved out of the little house and Elizabeth moved in. That meant lots of changes for Hailey and me. Lots of stress. I went back on Prozac. Elizabeth's daughter went back to Oklahoma to live with her father. I miss her but she was not happy here. I love my daughter but she would sometimes stress Megan so much over nonsense that I was glad to see Megan leave. My daughter reminds me a lot of my own mother personality wise.
David is a sweet kind person, but he also is a paranoid schizophrenic. That makes things difficult at times. I admire Hailey so much because she loves and understands her Uncle Dave. It might be hard for some teens to deal with. She just takes it in stride. Anyway I am looking forward to seeing the new roses grow and bloom.
Yesterday I planted five roses. Planted in pots so they can be moved around...know that sounds silly but the only way to get them close to the house. I got started planting roses in pots when I lived at the mini storage. There was nothing but concrete and blacktop surround the place. I brought them all up here when Hailey and I moved. I sometimes get depressed and I let them go for a couple of years. I may not get bored often but I can get really depressed. Part of the reason was my daughter moved back from Colorado with her children. Was supposed to be temporary so bought her a travel trailer to stay in until she found a job and place to live. She left lots of boxes around the trailer and I couldn't water my roses without getting her stuff wet. Then she moved into my little house where ER and Dave lived. They had been renting from my stepmom and were here when I bought the place from the estate. So ER and Dave moved out of the little house and Elizabeth moved in. That meant lots of changes for Hailey and me. Lots of stress. I went back on Prozac. Elizabeth's daughter went back to Oklahoma to live with her father. I miss her but she was not happy here. I love my daughter but she would sometimes stress Megan so much over nonsense that I was glad to see Megan leave. My daughter reminds me a lot of my own mother personality wise.
David is a sweet kind person, but he also is a paranoid schizophrenic. That makes things difficult at times. I admire Hailey so much because she loves and understands her Uncle Dave. It might be hard for some teens to deal with. She just takes it in stride. Anyway I am looking forward to seeing the new roses grow and bloom.
Posted: 02/24/09 19:25:58
Made it to class on Thursday night and Sunday morning. I did miss a lot missing the two classes in Flashworks. Will probably take the class again if I can. I did learn about remote flash. And I got a Wein remote for an old Olympus discontinued flash...a flash that doesn't work for my current camera. What fun. I've also ordered a new flash that has built in remote and I have my smaller flash too. If I get a Wein for it will have three remotes. More fun. I want to go over to the wild flowers this weekend. From what I've seen on the net they are blooming early. Hopefully I will get over there the next weekend too. I never get tired of seeing the wild flowers in Borrego. Well they don't last long enough to get tired of anyway. I used to be able to hike and now am taking a good long look at my weight and thinking I really better do something about it! When I was young my mom would organize a trip to Borrego Springs at least once every spring. Usually Easter Sunday. That is a little late for the seeing the good flowers. We would hike up to the palms in Palm Canyon and enjoy the flowing water. It was like a desert oasis. Over the years it got crowded and not so much fun. Then they had a fire and the palms were fragile...also they had to be roped off to keep the ground from being trampled and the earth packed hard. Bad for the palms. I took a wonderful b/w photo of the palms when I was in highschool. I printed it very large while in my Photography Class at Grossmont. Then matted it for display. I haven't seen that photo is so many years I probably remember it better than it really was. At first I loved the photography class. My mother had taken photography at Grossmont when she went to highschool there. The students had to take turns in the darkroom waiting for the timer to go off so the film could be moved from one tank to another. One of the boys in the class came into the dark room and made a pass at me. At first it was just talk and I told him to leave. He wouldn't! Then he tried to find me to touch me. So I left. I tried to watch who came back to class but too many kids were wondering back and forth. The room with the enlargers was between the classroom and the darkroom. Someone told the teacher I was not in the darkroom. Probably him! So the teacher told me to go back in. I was too embarassed to tell him why I'd left. Then after a few minutes the boy came back into the darkroom. He wouldn't tell me who he was...though I had a pretty good idea...I couldn't say for sure. Anyway I left again and this time I told the teacher and I would never go back in that dark room again. And I never liked being in that class anymore either. Thank goodness it didn't put me off wanting to take pictures.
Posted: 02/18/09 00:21:47
The roses from Valentine's Day are history. Someone on another forum said that they were sick and tired of seeing flower photos. I bet they are younger than I am and I am not tired of seeing flowers or photos of flowers. I've said that I seldom get bored. And it is true. So when people say that they are bored with taking or seeing photos of flowers or landscapes or whatever I feel sad for them. We can find ourselves in boring situations. I sure have...but never taking photos or painting or seeing what there is to see. Being creative is not being bored. Seeing what other people create is not being bored. Maybe some things are less and some more, but that is a judgement made by ourselves or by others. Some criticism can help us grow. Some criticism can kill our souls. We need to know the difference. We look for approval, but in reality we don't need it. Art is like a kaleidoscope that changes and reinvents and keeps on changing. All we need to do is see and we can own the light.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Posted: 02/14/09 11:02:54
White roses for Valentine's day. Feeling a lot better today I went out to take some photos. I set the vase on our brick wall and was happily snapping away when Tuxie came to see what I was doing. She spilled everything. They fell onto a wooded glider. The vase didn't break but three of the roses were broken. They are now floating in a plate.
My mother's younger half brother was born on Valentine's Day. He was named Valentine because his parents argued over what to name him. We called him Uncle Tiny, but he went by Val to his friends. His father was Italian from the old country and married my grandmother when she was a divorcee with three daughters. That didn't turn out to be a happy marriage. My grandmother died when she was 41, and Uncle Tiny joined the Merchant Marine.
He was sixteen. He was on a ship in Dutch Harbor when they were bombed. Over the years of his life he was in several auto accidents and mostly never got a scratch. My mother called him accident prone. Uncle Tiny died in a construction accident when he was 39. He was running a scraper building Interestate 5, and was run over by the back wheels when he fell off the earth mover. The radio called him Valentino when they reported the accident. My aunt was pg with her fourth boy. My husband and I adopted the baby. I always feel a little sad on Valentine's Day.
My mother's younger half brother was born on Valentine's Day. He was named Valentine because his parents argued over what to name him. We called him Uncle Tiny, but he went by Val to his friends. His father was Italian from the old country and married my grandmother when she was a divorcee with three daughters. That didn't turn out to be a happy marriage. My grandmother died when she was 41, and Uncle Tiny joined the Merchant Marine.
He was sixteen. He was on a ship in Dutch Harbor when they were bombed. Over the years of his life he was in several auto accidents and mostly never got a scratch. My mother called him accident prone. Uncle Tiny died in a construction accident when he was 39. He was running a scraper building Interestate 5, and was run over by the back wheels when he fell off the earth mover. The radio called him Valentino when they reported the accident. My aunt was pg with her fourth boy. My husband and I adopted the baby. I always feel a little sad on Valentine's Day.
Posted: 02/10/09 20:20:07
Hailey turned 15 and my daughter got a year older since my last post. We did the last day of the black and white class at the Wild Animal Park. Lots of walking and I was having a hard time keeping up. So on the way out I took my time. I sat and watched the gorillas for awhile and got a couple of pretty good photos of them. I enjoyed my slow walk back to the entrance. Some taking photos and some just sitting and enjoying the surroundings. By the time I got back to the entrance I was feeling good. I need to do more walking. Sunday we started a new class...Flashworks. I really don't like using flash very much so I have a learning curve ahead. I have an external flash for my camera. Actually I bought it for my last camera. I haven't used it more than once or twice. I dug it out and checked it out and realized that it needed batteries...duh! Anyway it wasn't needed on Sunday. We used the popup flash. I don't use that much either. Though I did use it for the black and white Hailey photos. I have a dreadful cold. It wasn't just the cold day on Sunday...I was already coming down sick. So now I don't think I will make the Wednesday night class for flash. Darn. Maybe I will feel better tomorrow...
Thursday, July 17, 2008
La Jolla Seals and Shores
Jackie and her daughter Jocelyn and Hailey and my other granddaughter Megan went to see the seals at the children's pool in La Jolla. They are so cute. But people in La Jolla want the children's pool returned to the children. The pool was made when a breakwater was built in the early 1930s. The money to build the breakwater was donated by the newspaper heiress Ellen Browning Scripps. There was a natural shallow beach from rocks that partially enclosed the area. The seawall was built over the rocks. This web site tells the story:
http://www.lajollaseals.com/history.html
Jackie drove us there. She parked by the Cove and we asked where the children's pool was from there. About a ten minute walk we were told. So the three girls walking in front, we set off toward the seals. It took us more like 20 minutes to get there then we walked the breakwater to get a really good look at the seals. If the latest court decision stands the seals will be removed and sand dredged out of the pool area to turn it back into a pool instead of a haul out area for the seals. The seals bask in the sun and have their babies there.
I took photos of the seals. The day was overcast.Then we drove into La Jolla to find a place to eat. We ate at a coffee house. I had delicious clam chowder and the girls each had a large slice of pizza. I don't remember what Jackie had. After lunch we drove to the Shores. The girls and I found a place on the beach while Jackie parked the car. The girls walked to the water and got their legs wet, turned around walked back and flopped down on their towels. By the time Jackie got there the girls wanted to leave. I told them that Jackie deserved some time relaxing on the beach after driving around finding a parking place. Here is a link to the photos I took: http://www.dotcombs.net/show/seals1.html
We enjoyed our time at the beach. The sound of the surf is soothing. I wore a hat and I didn't mind too much that the sun was hidden by clouds.
There are a lot of beaches in San Diego. So La Jolla wasn't one we often visited. I didn't know much about the area. I grew up in Lakeside. In the early 1960s I went to San Diego State. Didn't graduate. Lots of reasons for that. One was my family had some problems. When my younger sister decided to go to State my father and stepmom moved into a house in the College area. My father had a swimming pool put in and the house was really nice.
Then I was let go from my job at Liberty Mutual Insurance Company because I was asthmatic. No company could get away with a thing like that now. Anyway I had taken the entrance exam for State...my sister's idea and passed. I had decided not to go to college. I would have stayed at my job. Fortunately the end of my job came just in time for me to apply for college. I only had a few days. So I moved into the new Bixel Street house too. Looking back I don't think that made my sister happy. Going to college was a good thing. We joined a soroity and I made a life long friend there.
Barbara had a boyfriend named Don. I remember Don's sister bringing her little girl to swim in our pool at Bixel Street. Don's sister put a float vest on her and let her jump off the diving board. That little girl would paddle to the edge of the pool, get out, and run back to the diving board to jump off again. She loved it and had a great time.
When my father and stepmom started having marital problems, my stepmom moved out. One day my dad sat my sister and I down and told us that he decided to keep the marriage together and he was moving back to Lakeside with Marlise. He said later that a divorce would have cost him too much money. When they were both old he told me that he was very glad that they stayed together. They really were best friends.
We had to find a new place to live. We found a two bedroom apartment on University Ave. and got two roommates. I shared my room with a girl named Sally.
Barbara and Don broke up before our move to the apartment. My sister went out a lot and I didn't. I was tall and very thin and not very good looking. I also had a lot of problems with self image. One evening when I was alone at the apartment, Don showed up looking for Barb. When I told him she wasn't there he asked me to go down to the beach. Meaning find a bar in the area for drinks. I let him talk me into it. He said it was only as friends and I believed him. Don was shorter than me...Barb had a lot of short boyfriends because she was only 5'1" tall. We were so different. I was tall with blue eyes and thin as a rail, and Barb was short with big brown eyes, pretty with a good figure. Not the same at all. Later we found out that we had different birth fathers.
Anyway after Don and I drank a few beers and talked we seemed to be having a good time. I always was a happy drunk. He drove us to the children's pool at La Jolla. It was dark night and the surf was crashing against the sea wall. We walked out on the seawall and couldn't see anything. I held on to the railing and said that this wasn't a good idea and I wanted to go back. Don wanted to stay there. He picked me up and held me over the railing. I hung on to him for dear life. He seemed to loosen his grip and I really thought he wanted to drop me into the surf. I would have died and I knew it. Finally he pulled me back across the railing and shaken I talked him into going back to our apartment. I guess I let him think I would sleep with him. I did kiss him. When we got home, I tried to say good bye at the door but he came in and sat down on our sofa. I got him a beer and he asked me to sit down next to him. I did sit on the sofa but kept some distance. He asked if anyone was home. I said no. I didn't know our room mate, Sally was sleeping in the bedroom. Don told me to take off my shirt and I said, "No!" When he got it through his head that I wasn't interested he left. I never saw him again.
This whole incident seems harmless enough. Several years later I married E.R. Combs. E.R. worked at Rohr. One day E.R. came home from work and asked me about a boyfriend named Don. I told him that I never had a boyfriend named Don. I never thought about that again for years. E.R. and I had a lot of problems. He was angry at me a lot for no reason. We went through years of that. We had three children and adoped our nephew. In the early 1980s when our marriage was finally to the point of no return E.R. asked me again about Don. This time he told me Don's last name which clicked in my head and I finally remembered who he was.
I remembered that Barb had a boyfriend named Don...not me. It seems that when E.R. told the guys he worked with at Rohr that he had married Dorothy Toston, Don bragged that he slept with me and that I was his girlfriend. All lies. Later I asked Barb about Don an she also never slept with him. Why he lied, I don't know, but the lie caused me a lot of heartache for a lot of years. Now all this is not why E.R. and I broke up. The breakup was more about the fact that something like this could upset E.R. and cause him to make my life miserable. Sometimes I wish I believed in Karma...what comes around goes around. Maybe life would not be all that kind to Don.
So while going to La Jolla Children's Pool to see the seals was fun it did bring back some bad memories.
http://www.lajollaseals.com/history.html
Jackie drove us there. She parked by the Cove and we asked where the children's pool was from there. About a ten minute walk we were told. So the three girls walking in front, we set off toward the seals. It took us more like 20 minutes to get there then we walked the breakwater to get a really good look at the seals. If the latest court decision stands the seals will be removed and sand dredged out of the pool area to turn it back into a pool instead of a haul out area for the seals. The seals bask in the sun and have their babies there.
I took photos of the seals. The day was overcast.Then we drove into La Jolla to find a place to eat. We ate at a coffee house. I had delicious clam chowder and the girls each had a large slice of pizza. I don't remember what Jackie had. After lunch we drove to the Shores. The girls and I found a place on the beach while Jackie parked the car. The girls walked to the water and got their legs wet, turned around walked back and flopped down on their towels. By the time Jackie got there the girls wanted to leave. I told them that Jackie deserved some time relaxing on the beach after driving around finding a parking place. Here is a link to the photos I took: http://www.dotcombs.net/show/seals1.html
We enjoyed our time at the beach. The sound of the surf is soothing. I wore a hat and I didn't mind too much that the sun was hidden by clouds.
There are a lot of beaches in San Diego. So La Jolla wasn't one we often visited. I didn't know much about the area. I grew up in Lakeside. In the early 1960s I went to San Diego State. Didn't graduate. Lots of reasons for that. One was my family had some problems. When my younger sister decided to go to State my father and stepmom moved into a house in the College area. My father had a swimming pool put in and the house was really nice.
Then I was let go from my job at Liberty Mutual Insurance Company because I was asthmatic. No company could get away with a thing like that now. Anyway I had taken the entrance exam for State...my sister's idea and passed. I had decided not to go to college. I would have stayed at my job. Fortunately the end of my job came just in time for me to apply for college. I only had a few days. So I moved into the new Bixel Street house too. Looking back I don't think that made my sister happy. Going to college was a good thing. We joined a soroity and I made a life long friend there.
Barbara had a boyfriend named Don. I remember Don's sister bringing her little girl to swim in our pool at Bixel Street. Don's sister put a float vest on her and let her jump off the diving board. That little girl would paddle to the edge of the pool, get out, and run back to the diving board to jump off again. She loved it and had a great time.
When my father and stepmom started having marital problems, my stepmom moved out. One day my dad sat my sister and I down and told us that he decided to keep the marriage together and he was moving back to Lakeside with Marlise. He said later that a divorce would have cost him too much money. When they were both old he told me that he was very glad that they stayed together. They really were best friends.
We had to find a new place to live. We found a two bedroom apartment on University Ave. and got two roommates. I shared my room with a girl named Sally.
Barbara and Don broke up before our move to the apartment. My sister went out a lot and I didn't. I was tall and very thin and not very good looking. I also had a lot of problems with self image. One evening when I was alone at the apartment, Don showed up looking for Barb. When I told him she wasn't there he asked me to go down to the beach. Meaning find a bar in the area for drinks. I let him talk me into it. He said it was only as friends and I believed him. Don was shorter than me...Barb had a lot of short boyfriends because she was only 5'1" tall. We were so different. I was tall with blue eyes and thin as a rail, and Barb was short with big brown eyes, pretty with a good figure. Not the same at all. Later we found out that we had different birth fathers.
Anyway after Don and I drank a few beers and talked we seemed to be having a good time. I always was a happy drunk. He drove us to the children's pool at La Jolla. It was dark night and the surf was crashing against the sea wall. We walked out on the seawall and couldn't see anything. I held on to the railing and said that this wasn't a good idea and I wanted to go back. Don wanted to stay there. He picked me up and held me over the railing. I hung on to him for dear life. He seemed to loosen his grip and I really thought he wanted to drop me into the surf. I would have died and I knew it. Finally he pulled me back across the railing and shaken I talked him into going back to our apartment. I guess I let him think I would sleep with him. I did kiss him. When we got home, I tried to say good bye at the door but he came in and sat down on our sofa. I got him a beer and he asked me to sit down next to him. I did sit on the sofa but kept some distance. He asked if anyone was home. I said no. I didn't know our room mate, Sally was sleeping in the bedroom. Don told me to take off my shirt and I said, "No!" When he got it through his head that I wasn't interested he left. I never saw him again.
This whole incident seems harmless enough. Several years later I married E.R. Combs. E.R. worked at Rohr. One day E.R. came home from work and asked me about a boyfriend named Don. I told him that I never had a boyfriend named Don. I never thought about that again for years. E.R. and I had a lot of problems. He was angry at me a lot for no reason. We went through years of that. We had three children and adoped our nephew. In the early 1980s when our marriage was finally to the point of no return E.R. asked me again about Don. This time he told me Don's last name which clicked in my head and I finally remembered who he was.
I remembered that Barb had a boyfriend named Don...not me. It seems that when E.R. told the guys he worked with at Rohr that he had married Dorothy Toston, Don bragged that he slept with me and that I was his girlfriend. All lies. Later I asked Barb about Don an she also never slept with him. Why he lied, I don't know, but the lie caused me a lot of heartache for a lot of years. Now all this is not why E.R. and I broke up. The breakup was more about the fact that something like this could upset E.R. and cause him to make my life miserable. Sometimes I wish I believed in Karma...what comes around goes around. Maybe life would not be all that kind to Don.
So while going to La Jolla Children's Pool to see the seals was fun it did bring back some bad memories.
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