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1948 chevy

1948 chevy

hiding out at my condo, rain pounding, checking to see if there are any leaks in the roof. kid has been here off and on the past week packing her things finally. place seems somehow deflated the emptier it gets, but i will better see what needs doing, fixing, replacing without all the stuff in the way.

last rainy thanksgiving i can remember was in the early eighties, the year my sister got married.

my ear is aching and my eye is puffy and itchy. wondering what new problems await me to finish out the year.

turkey day. time for reminders from last year’s memories of my dad’s last year.

he’d just gotten out of a month-long stay in a hospital the day before thanksgiving. was super tired and only came downstairs to the dinner table last minute, and sat at my mom’s seat instead of his place at the far end. didn’t eat much, went back to bed early.

pretty sure my mom has set one extra place, not just for symmetry in place settings.

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here’s a chevy from last year. a con stilo club picnic, at a park not far from the house, on a cloudy day. small lot of cars, shot most of them before i had to leave. wonder if this car still looks like this, or if it was a work in progress.

53 truck

1953 chevy truck

1953 chevy truck

waiting at the dmv to get the new fangled driver license. got a timer running to see how long it takes with an appointment. fun times. the bingo number keeps just being a digit or two off from mine. why can’t it go in a logical order?

like the waiting room in beetlejuice. just need the guy with the shrunken head. this music sucks.

coming direct from a fire drill at work. they emptied the building and kept everyone outside for half an hour. glad i took my keys with me so i could just take off instead of waiting forever for the elevator or climbing the stairs.

lunch after this hell. then i guess back to work.

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haven’t been to a latin gents show since summer. sometimes they’re packed, sometimes, not so much to choose from. but the club members do have cars, and i think this is one of them. light was hitting it right and made the color pop.

monday blues

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is it friday yet?

not too busy at work, so that’s good. just enough to fill eight hours, without an imminent deadline. nice for a change.

it’s late, so quick post. just got to my home, and wondering why it reeks of spaghetti. i mean it’s making me hungry, but there isn’t any here. unless my kid dumped some in the trash, but i took that out and saw no evidence. blaming the neighbors.

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shot this back in march, at manny’s el loco, with my macro lens. depth of field focused where i wanted it, and very shallow (the lens, not me), but looking at it again, kinda want that headlight sharp too. some other time, maybe.

a plane, a car, a train

chevy bel air

chevy bel air

so i’ve been busy. lots of things on my mind, overstressed at work, end of the year coming and too much vacation time unused. so i took a couple of weeks off.

i did manage to plan it so i got to the casita del pueblos’ dia de los muertos art and car show uptown to do some shooting. saw this bunch of cars first, as we walked uptown. this chevy is always beautiful and polished to a high gloss.

i giggled a bit when i noticed @tudys56 in the background there. only shot one pic of his car this time, and it isn’t that great, so i’ll skip posting it. sorry about that. catch it next time at the cigar bar.

for a week after the show, i was mostly away from my computer, down at my mom’s house, then the following weekend off to lax. usually i’ve packed my suitcase a day or two ahead of a trip, but i’ve been so busy, i didn’t get to it until almost midnight the night before. waffled on whether i wanted to take a camera, then threw one and batteries into the bag in the morning before heading out the door. barely remembered to bring a charger for the batteries too. not so great.

took an early early flight out to dulles, to visit my younger bro, who’d just moved out there. he’s having a tough time with his health and family life, so i thought i’d spend some time with him, and get him out and about. museums are mostly free in d.c., which is his favorite price.

spent a week with them, and considered going to a hotel several times. very stressful in that house, but stayed to be supportive. it is a nice house they are renting for the time being. three floors plus a full basement. leaves were just starting to turn, so i timed that right. neighborhood was halloween ready. weather was cool, and actually got some rain on a couple of days. love that gloom.

over the week that i was there, i got him and his wife out to mount vernon, for only a very short time, working around their kid’s drop off and pick up schedule from school. wasn’t enough time to see everything, and neither of them are really readers for the displays, and mostly rushed through the main house, and took pictures on the lawn between the porch and the potomac river.

another day, just my bro and i went to the marine corps museum, my brother made some phone calls to some of our cousins, but was only able to get hold of the one who works nearby, so she just came over to the museum to have lunch in the restaurant inside. i don’t think i’ve actually seen her since i was in sixth grade. a bit awkward for me, but my bro seems to keep in contact with other family members, so plenty of easy chatting.

other days, i ditched them, and caught the metro into the city a couple of days, and then further out via an uber on another day, to visit places i hadn’t been to since first or third grade. old houses that in my mind and memory seemed so big, but seeing them again, were really just average to oversized homes with out-buildings and lots of land. and very few tourists…got a private tour of one home and a very small group tour at another.

my one day in the city didn’t go to plan either:

  1. was killing time until my bro could meet me after an appointment, so i headed towards the library of congress, then changed my mind and headed to the newseum. heard it was shutting down in december, and becoming an extension for johns hopkins or something. nothing new to see i hadn’t seen before.

  2. then, across the mall to the national museum of the american indian to have lunch in their cafeteria, mitsitam cafe. unfortunately, they’d changed the menus up, and the cedar plank salmon i’d craved was no more. happy to not be carrying a lot to scan through security everywhere i was going, btw.

  3. resigned myself to getting mickey d at the air & space museum next door, cuz i was hungry af, but before even getting to the entrance, could see it was no longer the home of that ass clown, but simply a cafe in the terarium where it used to be.

  4. decided i’d wait to see if my bro wanted to join me for lunch, so headed towards the natural history museum, but it had the usual hordes of students for field trips, and headed behind it to the archives instead.

  5. long line at archives, and my bro finally called and said he was tired and going home, so out of line i go. effing ended up at a jimmy johns, cuz i didn’t feel like doing a sit down meal. ate standing up outside at a table with no chairs. people watching is just as entertaining, with added self-importance of government worker bees so close to the hive.

  6. decided to walk over to the washington monument, but that late in the day, the tickets to ride to the top were gone, as expected.

  7. chose to go to see the holocaust museum, and would catch the afro-american one if there was time after—had not been to either before. both are impossible to get tickets for in the summer, but no waiting at either one in october. holocaust was basically, meh, after all the hype. interesting, meaningful, but a lot of wasted space. maybe i just had the wrong frame of mind. they have a glass roof or atrium, and while inside could see that it had finally started raining. worried about covering my camera, since i hadn’t brought an umbrella. waterproof coat with a hood was good enough.

  8. skipped the afro-american museum, since i would have had less than an hour inside.

  9. rain fell heavier, so didn’t want to walk the several govt building blocks to the national portrait gallery, which stays open later than the other museums, and just headed to the smithsonian metro.

  10. switched to the red line, and exited at woodley, near the national zoo. not for the animals, but to get some pizza and creme brulee at a little hole in the wall place i used to go with my better half. just as i was about to go in, my bro calls and says his famous/infamous son has come home from college and they are going to some restaurant in bethesda. so i hop back on the metro for a few more stops. need i mention how deep underground the woodley park station is? very long steep escalators to the bottom. don’t look down. hated scooting suitcases on those things back in the day we’d stay out there. elevator always seemed out of commission when we needed it

  11. mexican food in maryland. not quite true to form, but was ok, considering it wasn’t california

end of the week, i had to get back home for a blood test for an annual physical a week later. waffled about for a bit, but i’d washed my clothes on the east coast, so hopped in the car later in the afternoon, and drove up over the grapevine. cali was on fire while i was gone, and new fires seemed to be starting near freeways, so didn’t take the coast up.

had my mom come along, and/or had my daughter been ready to go, i’d have gone up to monterey. instead, cut across a dark highway over the mountains out to san simeon, and went to hearst castle the next day. took a small group tour, which allowed us to get off the tourist carpet and be able walk around the rooms and get close up to everything. was pretty cool, actually.

after that, got in the car, and drove down to solvang. usually, i’d stay in a cottage with a private jacuzzi and relax, but they weren’t available on saturday night, so i took a regular room for one night and headed home to whittier the next day.

one night there, then picked up my kid, who had her bag packed this time, and caught a train to san diego for a two-day stay. took her to a weird, modern “ballet”at the old spreckles theatre, then out to balboa park the next day. she dressed up for dia de los muertos, even if she was a couple of days late, and kept telling people she was filming a music video. there was some dia de los muertos thing going on, but we got there too late.

sat and watched the spreckles organ concert, where the kid got to go up on stage and join a group blowing whistles accompanying the organ playing addams family. after the show, the public is invited to go up on stage and check out the pipes inside the building, look at the piano organ, and meet and greet the organist. interesting.

spent the rest of the afternoon videoing the kid, watching her pat passing dogs — she missed her own — and briefly watching a group of hippy belly dancers.

back home on the train the next day, and vacay was over.

mid-week doctor’s appointment, found nothing surprising. i did chuckle at her notes after, using her fancy word for i’m getting fatter — hyperlipidemia — without stating the obvious to my face. what’s up doc?

full-up, screwed, and blown

1948 chevy deluxe

1948 chevy deluxe

my unlucky streak continues.

daughter came up the night before the dia de los muertos art and music festival in uptown whittier. she had nothing better to do, and looked forward to dressing up for the show. she is a night owl, so kept me up late watching some random movie with her. slept out on the couches, and i briefly woke up and she was still messing with her phone at two in the morning. she did still wake up when the alarm went off at five-thirty, and was fine all day. don’t know how she functions on so little sleep.

walked uptown with my better half as an escort. daughter and i started shooting the small group of cars that were near the donut shop. better half walked to the far end, past the vendors and the bank, to see what was there, and to prolong his momentary freedom from the house while his mother still slept.

he came back after a while to report that there were about thirty cars up there. he headed home begrudgingly. at least he got out. he was surprised that people still remembered meeting him. sorta stands out, so i am not surprised.

kid walked to the other end with me, checking out vendor booth wares as they set up, taking pictures of random things. at some point, she went back to the house and put her face on for the show, and came back later.

i was still up by the bank when she returned an hour and a half later. took her to breakfast at the mexican café, where she snarfed down two plates of food from the buffet, and then said she could never eat again. food baby. didn’t want to waste the food, and it was good she said. ok then. typical starving artist-type. feast or famine.

we continued back toward the house. saw this car on the way. i shot the back end because the hood was up, with an altar up front, and i like how the back curves.

purposely didn’t wear my hat, with it’s pinstriped message…a good number of hoods were up because of the memorials…just felt it a bit more disrespectful to wear it. sort of don’t wear it at church shows either; everywhere else, fair game, and close the effing hoods. :) thank you very much.

back at the house, better half had amused himself watching the parade of cars looking for street parking. someone had decided to park on a red curb in front of my car, and some other moron had parked in front of the driveway, preventing the neighbor from leaving. neighbor is new and much too nice, and had asked my better half if he could possibly move my daughter’s car to see if he could wiggle his car out. better half said nope, call the cops. neighbor wimped and wanted to just wait; better half takes great enjoyment calling cops to tow cars parked illegally. cop showed up quickly, and almost as soon as he’d tagged the cars, the tow trucks were there. he tagged another nearby, with its backend hanging in the crosswalk. said they’d already towed twenty-two cars that morning; a very profitable day for the towing companies and whittier pd.

we got home about two. daughter hung out for another hour then decided to go save my mom from babysitting her dog beast. i began to download fifty gigs onto my computer. before i started on the second memory card, i noticed my hard drive was in the red. had to spend the rest of the day shuffling files around to clean off a hard disk drive. actually, just let that run all night.

in the evening, after spending several hours moving files, i meant to go out to fetch some dinner.

earlier, better half had noticed that my car tire looked a bit low, and now it was just flat. triple-a took an hour to get there, nbd. tire had a big bolt on the edge, so it was going to be a gonner, no patch was going to stick there. pulled the spare from the trunk…it’s flat too, but just needed air.

service guy happens to have a big ass flatbed tow truck, but no air compressor. or was it that the previous shift driver had taken it home with him. either way, he had no way to blow up the spare. i had a thirty-plus-year-old, plug-in-the-lighter-socket-type air pump, so that’s what he used. took at least ten minutes guessing that it was filled enough. thanky kind sir.

and after that, news that my former step-nephew had flipped his car and was in icu. i hear today that he is awake and talking, but sheesh.

this morning, late for work, to be third in line at the tire store. they didn’t have the same type of tire in-store, and the nearest with even one was in chino. they sold me two yokohamas for the price of one, since the tire was only a year old or some other bs reason.

almost afraid to get on a plane this weekend, to go see my brother. but i will. he needs a visit from a friendly face and i need a break from work.

but it’s so far away from my better half…

dozen

1953 chevrolet truck

1953 chevrolet truck

finally made it home tonight. been stuck all week in the oc for various reasons.

yesterday was our twelfth anniversary, and i got stuck waiting on a frickin’ termite inspector for an appointment right after work. quick mandatory check of the garage, then off to spend time with my better half.

three hours after said appointment was supposed to happen, i sent a text, politely irritated, asking if they still planned to stop by this evening? needed to at least go get something to eat.

went to a place a block away, and mid-way through a bowl of salad…craving salad for some reason…the phone rings. flaky inspector lady is apologizing profusely, saying her assistant had left and it wasn’t in the schedule, and she was with family, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.

except that i had spoken with this same person the day before to make the appointment. she just forgot. i missed my time with my better half for this asshole.

so we rescheduled. so she can forget me again next week.

was late and i was tired, so i just stayed where i was. i had already worn all the clothes in my suitcase, so, i ended up wearing my daughter’s clothes to work, so it wouldn’t be a repeat outfit.

and we’ll have to happy anniversary another day.


truck from last week’s show at the roadhouse. duke club, i think. i’m sure it’s posted up here from previous years, other shows.

good show.

anticipation

1946 chevy fleetmaster

1946 chevy fleetmaster

made it out to the roadhouse show last weekend. brief stop, only two or three hours.

for one thing, it got too warm, and i was just over a cold or whatever, so i was starting to feel dizzy and just sweating profusely. i felt like pedro, wanting to shave my head because it was too hot with all my hair. need to carry a towel to soak in cold water and hang on my neck.

i also had somewhere else i had to be an hour and change away, and needed to eat and shower before skeedaddling on down.

there was just about the right number of cars to shoot in my limited amount of time, but the heat did slow me down. you see, i should have headed out when the alarm went off, instead of having breakfast first, before the sun got too high in the sky. eh, i would have felt worse without it, so here is the trade-off—sun up, lens flares, god beams—whatever term you want to use for fuck the rules and shoot into the sun…i wanted that angle.

i have a few other shots i liked, but this was the only one i had time to post. i’m away from whittier and my computer so much, i should either stop shooting or see it as saving for a rainy winter; so far, i’m going with the latter.

oh, and that other thing i had to get to—found out i’ll be having a granddaughter in a few months—first grandkid. oh i’m getting older, but that’s the trade-off, right? it’s a good thing.

low battery

1947 chevy fleetline

1947 chevy fleetline

here’s a fleetline from the azalea festival in south gate. so sparsely attended this past year, was relatively easy to set up a good shot from any angle.

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sitting in an eatery uptown. apparently they had a pride parade or something earlier here in whittier. or it could just be halloween is coming, but i did see a guy dressed as a nun wearing a fully oversized headdress, a la sally field’s flying nun, only like albatross size.

a group of large local college gurls are in here dressed half assed pridey, with rainbow hair and a ribbon, but otherwise, just jeans and tshirts. they’re using valley girlesque speech to talk about some guy they all seem to know in common, and how if they ask if he wants to “smash” and he says no, he’ll still be their friend. i’m thinking, they’re here for the pride thing not because they are gay, but more just so they can dress up and say they were there. sounded like shallow dipshits anyway, the type that can get a guy to “smash” them after a few too many drinks and last call. stupid bitches.

i’m in a mood. alarm went off at five-fifteen, as directed. every intention of going to a nearby car show pancake breakfast fundraiser. then went back to bed instead. maybe i’ll try an evening show later.

stayed up too late chatting with my better half, who i haven’t seen for most of a week because i’ve been sick. unless you count the five minutes i came back to whittier to get clothes. he met me at the back door wearing black rubber gloves and a face mask—no, he wasn’t suggesting what could be a good time for some people—he handed me the same, then ran off to the front room.

his mother’s door was closed and i was allowed to go back to our room to pack some clothes. he could have packed a bag and left it outside but was afraid he’d pick the wrong things, so ok. he called me patient zero. surprised he didn’t ask me to say, “i am oz. the great and powerful..” or some heavy metal songs…”bow to me splendidly…” i think he expected me to float off the ground and my head to do a three-sixty, nashing my teeth.

threw some stuff together and left quickly. no doubt he lysol-bombed the room, hallway and laundry room after i left. the usual steps to keep his mother from catching a cold which would put her in the hospital. whatever.

i’m also an idiot for trying to wean off of some medicine i’d been taking for over a year, only to realize i’d been taking the incorrect dosages about the time i’m down to what should have been the last days of the stuff. no wonder i was sooooo tired, and apparently, probably caught the cold as an added bonus because of it.

so, i’m put back on about half of what i was originally taking, and slowly going to taper off all over again. nasty shit, supposedly really bad to take for long periods of time, and i was feeling a lot of the negative side effects. hoping what i was originally taking the stuff for has gone away, because i don’t have a lot of options otherwise. alternative med made me swell up and just want to die, which is generally not a desired result.

hmmm, what else is going on since i last shared? lots of things, many i shouldn’t mention, cuz it’s not about me. i’m an observer—could i just share my observations? maybe some other time.

as usual, too much work, looming deadlines, not enough hired help. out of the office for two days didn’t help either.

daughter and her dog beast living at my mom’s now. another broken boyfriend, who was “the one” out the door. she has no where else to go with that big dog. i was in the process of kicking her out of my condo, when the hoa changed the rules so her beast isn’t allowed anyway. come to think of it, they probably changed them because of that dog.

sister should be coming back from a vacation in russia this weekend. always to strange, far off places. i always wonder if she’ll make it back alive, if not in some foreign prison, accused of being a spy or transporting exotic monkeys in unmentionable places. interesting stories galore, but, i’d have no interest in going so far for a good time.

i suppose i should head back to the house. probably have to go to the office tomorrow, so need to spend “quality” time with my guy. the way i’m feeling, it will probably be more like a long nap instead.

topsy turvy

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this past week or so has just been a roller coaster, and all i can do is just hold on. i know you will either be relieved or terribly disappointed that i won’t spill details here—it’s still a pretty sensitive situation, and i suppose i overshare enough when it has to do with me.

apart from that time bomb, my better half has loaded windows ten on my computer, but i lost all my favorite settings in my programs, so maybe my pictures will all be shit for a while. last few i fiddled with today just seem really dark, though my better half disagrees. he says he can hook up my old drive and for settings i saved, there should be files i can just copy over; just haven’t been here enough to get it done. so excuse my pics while i just wing it for a while.

i did get out to the black widows car club barbecue or picnic or whatever last week. waited long enough other cars did eventually show up. stayed longer than expected, only because there was a breeze and shade under trees. otherwise, just the ugly light of midday, and the sun relentlessly shining on my roasting arms. forgot the sunblock again. hate that greasy stuff.

owner of this lovely said there was still another layer of paint and/or a good buff to do on this new paint job. really nice, and different, no? little bit of pinstripes, little airbrush, some flames, and a lot of glitter—stood out anyways.