Tag Archives: Santa Barbara

Family Album: a holiday, anyway!

Posted on November 28, 2020 by polloplayer

You can’t keep hungry people down. Thanksgiving was going to happen one way or another. We turned a day into a week to lighten the (viral) load and we were blessed with the absolute most spectacular weather I think I’ve … Continue reading →

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The hens are having a moment.

Posted on June 27, 2020 by polloplayer

There’s been a lot of clucking about chickens lately, what with everyone staying home and envisioning that long longed-for coop. When grocery supply chains threatened to snap, there was even more than the usual pleasure in stepping out to the … Continue reading →

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Giving thanks.

Posted on November 30, 2019 by polloplayer

I’d just plopped into the chair and dipped my aching feet into the pre-pedicure foot bath when every phone in the nail salon simultaneously buzzed. Emergency alert. Uh-oh, what’s up? In SoCal on a windy, dry Monday afternoon in November, … Continue reading →

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Highly seasoned.

Posted on October 12, 2019 by polloplayer

As a Midwesterner marooned in SoCal, it took me decades to accept what passes for seasons here. January through December, all I saw was weather that was never too cold but never quite warm enough. No, of course it doesn’t … Continue reading →

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I’ve seen fire and I’ve seen rain.

Posted on January 13, 2018 by polloplayer

I’m so sorry, but must pause the reading recap, slip a bookmark in it until next week. Because this is a week of grieving in my community, and to the extent that a blog is a sort of ship’s log, … Continue reading →

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Thomas Fire: the Aftermath.

Posted on December 23, 2017 by polloplayer

Why is it that on the shortest days of the year I have the longest lists? Dawn arrives in the thinnest, milky colors these December days and then, it seems, dark falls again before I can get anything done. I … Continue reading →

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Praying for Santa Barbara.

Posted on December 16, 2017 by polloplayer

Things have changed so quickly that since starting this post a few minutes ago I have managed to rather severely bury the lede. Bloggers are not reporters, as it turns out. Most of you reading are not in an emergency … Continue reading →

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Up in flames.

Posted on December 9, 2017 by polloplayer

I thought the worst thing that was going to happen this week was my root canal. Wow, was I wrong. SoCal is on fire this week and not in any of the ways one might hope. At the moment, six … Continue reading →

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In which I howl about coyotes.

Posted on September 16, 2017 by polloplayer

I heard them again the other night. Yip-yip-yipping somewhere behind our property. It’s an almost nightly serenade, a pack of coyotes, celebrating their latest kill; maybe a gopher or a squirrel, but more likely a bunny rabbit or some careless … Continue reading →

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End of an Era: Farewell to Downey’s

Posted on September 2, 2017 by polloplayer

It was everyone’s favorite restaurant that they never went to. People saved up the prospect of dining at Downey’s as they would lock away a gold coin – something shiny and wonderful to enjoy in the future. But, alas, they … Continue reading →

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