Obsession, News and Sports

Okay, who’s watching the NBA playoffs?  And should we just cancel the whole thing, cancel next year’s season as well, and declare it for the Warriors and the Cavs? All that talent, and we have the same two teams going at it year after year. Where is the fun in that?

If you’re not in the U.S. and don’t follow basketball, that’s what this is about. The National Basketball Association playoff series, where two teams make it to the finals, and one emerges victorious.

So, it’s either basketball or political news, the latter becoming an obsession. Seems the whole country — maybe the world — is obsessed with politics. Not that I blame our collective need for answers. Any political show/movie/book would be tame compared to what’s happening in D.C. — and other capitals, to be fair.

But still this obsession, traversing into international territory at times. Not sure is healthy. I became so engrossed watching the French election, I can tell you anything you’d like to know about their election system, Macron’s political views, his love life.

Good grief. When is this going to stop? I don’t remember this constant fixation in years past.    

I have to get back to writing — still only at 40,000 words in the new novel. I’m amazed at writers turning up book after book months apart (it seems). How do they do it? Not the James Pattersons of the world, but self-published, small-press writers.  I’m guessing they don’t watch the NBA playoffs, and are not obsessed with politics to the point of delirium.

I expect it will get better soon with vacation coming up next month, a trip overseas, and family. Phew. Grateful.

So … tell me about your world.


Image courtesy: UmbrELIA

Quotidian Bits – Bubba Gump

Writing. Now and then I take a moment and just appreciate where this dream has taken me.

I want to write all the time, but inspiration doesn’t come like a flash of lightning. The art and craft take time. There are quotidian bits to be observed. There is reading involved, and most importantly, there is a life to be lived.

So, that’s what I did the other day. I took my son to Universal City, near Hollywood, to a place called Bubba Gump, a shrimp and seafood restaurant modeled after the movie Forrest Gump. Good food, relaxing atmosphere, scenes from the movie everywhere, and, of course, movie memorabilia.

My son @ Bubba Gump

The restaurant offers dishes named after characters in the movie, like Jenny’s Catch and Forrest’s Seafood Feast. Guests can play Forrest Gump movie trivia and can signal their waiter with a “Stop, Forrest, Stop” sign. Remember Forrest himself was on an epic run, until he famously said: “I think I’ll go home now.”

And, here is a bit of Bubba Gump trivia: Actor Chris Pratt was discovered in 2000 while working as a waiter at the Bubba Gump Shrimp Co. in Maui, Hawaii. He waited on the table of actor/director Rae Dawn Chong, who had starred in one of Pratt’s favorite films, Commando. Chong offered Pratt a role in a short movie she was directing at the time.

If you, like me, wonder what Chris Pratt looks like

 What movie-themed restaurant (if any) do you enjoy?


Images: Wikipedia

Quotidian Bits

April is sneaking up on us, dear blogging friend, and we all know what that means in Blog Land: the A to Z Challenge — an annual  extravaganza. Or, a full month of giving our blood, sweat, and tears. Ha ha.

After four years of participation, I have to take this year off.

However, I will not completely step away from blogging. No way. I plan to visit you as much as possible. Just can’t give it my all as work, travel plans, and overall life craziness demand my attention. 

To feel connected to the A-Z Challenge (and all of you), I will have a feature called Quotidian Bits — not a daily blogging event, but I plan to post often in April.

What exactly is Quotidian Bits? Occasional posts featuring daily images I snap here and there (like the one above) and short descriptions. (Sunset: explosion of colors in the sky. The poetry of our world).  So, Quotidian Bits is nothing long or overwhelming. I know how crazy April can get around here.

See you around, dear friends.

Love & hugs, and I leave you with another quotidian image: yours truly at work.

@work: when the creative juices flow

Winter Wonderland


Winter brings to mind new beginnings — a time to shed the old, be surprised by what’s around the corner.

It signals the end of the year (in the Northern Hemisphere at least). Time to begin with a clean slate as snow melts away previous troubles, fears, mistakes and faults.

To those living in wintry places, no doubt winter brings to mind storms, gray skies, the uniformity after a blizzard, the biting cold. Snow and icicles.


Winter also brings to mind cheer, the Christmas fairy lights and decorations, caroling and bells, trees and menorahs, family get-togethers, passing of traditions from generation to generation.

We don’t have real winters in Southern California, unless, of course, one drives up the mountain. Even then, winter doesn’t always show up when one decides to pop in for a visit.

But this year, it did.

When we drove up to Big Bear Lake (elevation 7000 feet) for Christmas, winter showed herself in all her snowy splendor.

We got two feet of snow. And yes, it was cold (10 degrees, the low), and wild, and we loved every moment of it, even when we got snowed in. With no way to make it to the village, an eight-minute walk from our rented cabin, we spent Saturday alternating between playing in the snow, running inside to warm up, then back outside where the snow kept on falling, quiet and cold and splendid.



At night, inside the cabin, snuggled in blankets, we couldn’t get enough of the snowflakes falling outside the window, the gorgeous images as splendid as those long-ago childhood memories. A true winter wonderland, if I ever saw one; and growing up in Eastern Europe, I’ve seen plenty.


our cozy cabin

Yet, clearly, I’m no longer a winter person. As much as I enjoyed our four days of winter, eventually we installed our tire chains and drove back down the mountain, admiring our winter wonderland as we went, forever thankful for the beauty of the season, the joy that lifted our spirits beyond anything I could’ve imagined. And all of it just a quick two-hour drive from home.


So long for now

May the joy of the season bring you happiness, good health, and fill your heart with love. Happy New Year, dear blogging friend.