Readers, I know Queenie McBear was supposed to be a bully in the Berenstain Bears, but I couldn’t help but admire her fashion style and sassy as hell attitude. She made an impact on me way more than Sister Bear ever did. I reread the story with Queenie hundreds of times. She had a 10 speed bike, taught everyone the latest dance moves, and had her ears pierced and wore hoop earrings. Sister had overalls, and that just wasn’t doing it for me.
This was a great weekend! I got to visit my Grandma Cash’s ranch for the first time in like 10 years which I’ve touched on before here and here. I’ll talk more about that in a post later this week. It was everything I’d remembered and even better. I wish I wouldn’t have stayed away that long, but it seemed so much more precious and rare to me now after such a long time away. So if I skip Saturday gab after the link, just know that’s coming soon!
Friday evening, Kelly and I went to check out the newly opened Asian Grocery in town. They were literally still unpacking boxes and so some of the shelves were empty, but they had a pretty good selection. I had no problem finding items to buy, as usual. At any international grocery, I typically go straight for the candy and snacks. I love mochi so I was excited to get a box of those. I’m excited to go back in a few weeks, and see what else they have unpacked. The employees were very kind, and we got a free drink either because we bought so much or because it was opening night.
Sunday, Kelly and I went to visit the newly renovated Bradbury Art Museum. They had works by Delita Martin and Tad Lauritzen Wright (both pictured below), but my favorite were the funny videos and self portraits by Nina Katchadourian! I’m currently reading Power of Feminist Art: The American Movement of the 1970’s History and Impact , and I never realized how much of the art I always dig, especially video/performance art, was impacted by the feminist movement in the 70s. The photographs by Andrew Kilgore with the stories looked and felt really modern, too. I thought they were taken recently until I saw the dates, and then I was floored that many of them were taken in the 1970s and 1980s.
We also thrifted in town, and I found this pony pillow that our record room needed (it’s getting really cute–photos soon), and Kelly found the best finds of the day–Loretta Lynn’s Greatest Hits, Volume II and Coal Minder’s Daughter! The pony horse says something on the other side like, “I’m Timmy the pony, and I live on a ranch, and he has a bow on his tail.” How could I leave it behind, I ask you?
I’m morose today. I started feeling sick last night (sore throat), and it’s just proceeded to get worse today. My nose is running now, my ears hurt, and my teeth are sore. I’m assuming it’s some kind of allergy wickedness or a cold. I can’t be bothered with anyone. The other day I was blaming my piss poor mood on PMS, but then I said, “Maybe my personality is just this way. Maybe I’m just a bitch?” Mearl-Purvis Ponder is getting spayed this week. Say a prayer for my sweet pug daughter!