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About Susan

I am a retired teacher with a husband, three adult sons, and a German shepherd. I view life as an opportunity, and I will explore as many of the opportunities as I can. Living in Baja California Sur is making my retirement a happy experience and I love sharing photos and stories of my life here.

When I’m not pulling out my hair…

over the political scene in America, I’m cooking, baking, walking the dog, reading, writing, cleaning house, singing to myself, dancing by myself, doing the laundry, exercising, working with my husband, or relaxing in my hammock chair. You get the picture. But sometimes I let my creative juices guide me into some other territory.

Don’t bother reading this one unless you like little kids and are interested in making a Pop-Up Book for some little one you know and love. Maybe it’s a birthday gift that you want to personalize. Or maybe it’s just for no special occasion, except you want this little tyke to know how much you care about her (or him). This post is a quasi “How-to-Make-a-Pop-Up Book.”

I can’t draw. I simply can’t. But I have lots of ideas and lots of ways of letting out those juices I mentioned. I don’t let it bother me that I can’t draw. I just doodle around it. So here goes my little lesson on making a pop-up book.

First you must have an idea of what you want the book to be. An ABC book? A little story? A picture book? A photo book?

Next gather your supplies. Heavy weight paper of different colors, pencils, pens, scissors, glue, water color pencils, paint pens, and markers are important items. Obviously if you are doing a photo book or a picture book (where you aren’t doing the illustrating) you will need to throw those things into the mix. The sky is the limit really. I could see using buttons, ribbons, glitter, stickers, stamps…whatever you want. Let your story line guide you, or let your supplies guide your story line. Either way, just have fun.

Okay, now I’m going to cheat. I’m going to send you to a site where this great fellow shows you how to do lots of different pop-ups. Why reinvent the wheel I always say.

Visit http://wp.robertsabuda.com/make-your-own-pop-ups/

This said, I must say he doesn’t have you put a back on your page though, and that is something you must do.

Here’s another site: http://www.wikihow.com/Make-a-Pop-up-Book

You can find lots of YouTube videos as well. Go ahead. Check out the internet.

Here is what I made for Aleia (Ah-lay-ah). She is a sweet little girl who will be two on Sept. 14th.

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I took this picture of her last week. Isn’t she darling?

At first I wrote out this story with tons of detail. Then I thought, how silly that was because she isn’t old enough for such depth. She won’t have the attention span for something like that. I’ll save that story for when she’s older. But what I did was pare it down. Way down. Basic items of the story.

I’ll just show you the book now. Here’s the cover:

 

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Next up, the first page: On a beautiful day, Aleia went for a walk.

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Doodles, lots of them.

My simple pop-up parts are the letters to her name. So the first page has an A.

Page 2: The birds were singing and the sun was shining. (The letter “l” pops up).

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More doodles and a couple stick figures, plus lots of color. Kids like color.

Page 3: Down the road she discoverd two ducks playing in a pool. (The pop up is an “e.”)

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Okay, I tried my hand at a little illustration, but I couldn’t even draw the ducks, so I got some clip art from google images. The rest of it are my attempts at drawing. I used markers and water color pencils, so I added water and smeared the paint. Works for me.

 

Page 4: The next thing you know…Aleia found a red, yellow and orange kite. “I bet I can fly this kite.” And guess what? She did!!5

 

Again, I doodle, use water color pencils and clip art.

Page 5: At the top: FREE BALLOONS. Wow! 3 red balloons tied to a fence. Free! What could be better?

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Aleia has a kite and 3 red balloons. But wait (written in the arrow) There’s more!

(Next section) Farther down the road were 3 sunny yellow flowers. It was meant to be.

Okay, those pages all have a pop-up of the letters of her name. A-l-e-i-a

Last page: When Aleia got home, she gave her daddy the kite, her mama the 3 sunny yellow flowers, and she gave the 3 red balloons to her baby sister. Why? Because Aleia has a happy, giving heart. 7

 

The heart is the pop-up on this last page.

I haven’t given her the book yet. Saturday I will go over to see her and I hope she loves it.

That’s it. You may wish to do something like this for a child in your life instead of pulling out your hair or doing laundry. It’s therapeutic for me. Who knows, maybe for you too.

 

 

 

Baja Surfing–Sometimes it’s a Dog’s World!

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Cala does her thing!

What makes for a more exciting afternoon at the beach than

a dog surfing contest?

The recent 3rd annual Dog Surfing Competition at Los Cerritos was definitely a hit with all who attended. This contest is a fund raiser for Pescy Dogs, getting its name from the town El Pescadero, where it’s located.

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Collecting donations!

Our community’s organization, Pescy Dogs, works 24/7 to provide shelter, medical care and most importantly love for sick, injured and/or homeless dogs in the El Pescadero area, BCS. http://www.pescydogs.org

Kim of Baja Zen http://baja-zen.com works tirelessly to put on this fun event.

Thanks, Kim!

Even if you missed the dog surfing contest at Los Cerritos on June 5th,

you still have a chance to donate to the Pescy Dogs.

 http://dogsurfcompcerritos.com/donate/

We’re just a hop, skip, and jump from Todos Santos, but Pescadero has a different flare because we are more of a farming and beach community than our neighbor to the north.

 

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Surfers share the beach with the fishermen too.

 

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Danito, a local farmer.

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Early morning at Los Cerritos.

If you’re a surfer anywhere on the west coast of North America you’ve most likely heard of Los Cerritos. Any day of the week you will find people and dogs enjoying the beach, but on June 5th it was all about the canines!

 

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The fans and their dogs and families!

 

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Well, maybe some of the children had other ideas, but the surf dogs put on the best show.

 

 

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Local surfer, Perry, helps Marshmallow get out for a wave in the first heat.

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The dogs were into it.

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What a beauty!

 

Here goes Marshmallow again!

 

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Go, Marshmallow, go!

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Baraka is on the beach all the time with Juan Carlos. Today it looks like she can walk on water!

 

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Dismount with grace!

 

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Sweet pup named Surfo!

 

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Meanwhile, back on the beach–boys do what boys do! Dogs aren’t the only ones who dig holes.

 

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The shovel is for–well–you know.

Back to the contest: Sully is Tillman’s brother. And Tillman was a famous canine surfer, better known as a skateboarder. He has his own Facebook Page too: https://www.facebook.com/TillmanSkates

Sully has lots of spunk and style. See for yourself.

 

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Making his brother proud.

 

 

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Pirata is a local Cerritos dog who belongs to Perry. What a great surfer (Perry too).

 

 

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Pirata nails it.

 

Cala brings home the prize for Carlos and Paula of Todos Santos Surf Shop. Way to go!
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1st Place: Cala of Todos Santos—sponsored by Todos Santos Surf Shop https://www.facebook.com/todossantossurfshop.activities/ and Explora Baja https://www.facebook.com/explorabaja/?fref=nf

2nd Place: Pirata from our local Cerritos Beach—sponsored by Baja Zen and La Katrina Surf Shop.

3rd Place: Sully from Scorpion Bay—sponsored by Tillman.

Best Wave award went to Pirate sponsored by La Katrina Surf Shop https://todossantos.cc/shops-and-business/la-katrina-surf-shop/ .

See you all next year at Los Cerritos for another fun dog surf contest.

Visit the official Dog Surf Contest page if you like: http://dogsurfcompcerritos.com

 

We All Scream for Ice Cream

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Purée a bunch of mangoes in a blender or food processor.

Add a little sugar to the mangoes and blend some more.

Pour this mixture into a shallow pan.

Let freeze for 2 hours.

Blend this mixture again. Set aside.

Whip some heavy whipping cream with sugar and vanilla till it forms peaks.

Add the blended frozen mango mixture to the whipped cream.

Mix well and then return to the freezer

in the container you want to keep your ice cream in.

Freeze for 3-4 more hours and voila–Mango Ice Cream.

Invite your friends over and get ready for a treat.

It’s the creamiest, best thing we’ve ever eaten.

 I know I did’t give you measurements** for the ingredients,

because I often just wing it.

That’s what I did here, and I think I should have used more

mangoes to how much whipped cream I used.

Next time.

Trust me, that next time will be soon.

You get the hang of it, right?

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**I used about half what is in this bowl with about 2 cups of whipping cream.

Sugar it up, but mangoes are super sweet. You don’t need much.

No matter how you do it, if you love mangoes, you’ll love the end product.

Go for it!

Mango Heaven is Here! Life is All About the Food, Right?

 

 

Millions of mangos! Our friends, Bill and Shauna have mangos coming on their old 3-story tall mango trees. These close neighbors open their beautiful place for friends to come pick mangos.

We got two five-gallon buckets FULL of the gorgeous fruit yesterday. We’re in mango heaven right now.

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These mangos below are going to “Hippy Steve” to feed his pigs.

Steve doesn’t live far from Bill and Shauna’s place.

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I estimate that they have 15-20 beautiful mango trees, not to mention all the palms and ornamentals and agave (for tequila). The agave are in the forefront of the photo below.

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Heavy with Mangos.

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The trees and the ground are covered in this tasty fruit.

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See the buckets in Little Red (our Polaris)?

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This place is lush with beauty and talk about peaceful.

It doesn’t get better than this.

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You can imagine how many birds show up here.

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Below are the pits and peelings (looking down inside the bucket yesterday).

I actually love this photo for some reason. Maybe it’s just me, but I think it’s pretty.

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Tomorrow’s post will show you the ice cream and I’ll explain how I process mangos for using in our smoothies, etc.  Come back tomorrow for more mango news from beautiful Pescadero in Baja California Sur.

 

What am I?

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I spread my wings to catch the updraft. Soaring higher at this vantage point I spy fish who seem to be waiting for me to pluck them from their watery world. I swoop lower now and with one smooth pass that tasty prize is mine. Throwing my head back I swallow.

This happy day brings a bounty of surprises.

What is it like to be me?

I feel the wind on my face as I float to my next stop. You probably feel a little jealous, don’t you? You wish you could fly; fly with the help of your wings and go up as high as the mountain on your horizon.

Like I do.

Never give up. It can all be yours if you practice the right moves. Open up. Feel the power of the cool breeze as it lifts you. The aerodynamics might seem tricky at first, but if I can do it, so can you.

I’m never lonely flying above the earth looking down at all the commotion that I cannot hear. It’s a little chilly up here sometimes, but that’s what feathers are for. I have a nice down coat to keep me warm as I fly higher, gliding on the ethers going above the clouds.  Free. Alone. Thinking only of my heartbeat and the sound of my breath.

I make my way to wherever I want to go.

Once more I spread my wings to catch the draft of air that helps me reach the highest tree on the mountain top. From my perch the view is long and wide.

In this life of my design there are no limits.

Oh, but I feel your skepticism because you believe in limits. You are proud to be a realist. For you, things are the way they are.

Not for me though. For you see I am a modern day Don Quixote.

I am a dreamer.

And nothing gets in the way of a dreamer. Because for a dreamer there are no limits. Ever.

 

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Dirt Roads

 

 

010Riding in my VW Van down the dirt road, I’m singing that old Elvis Presley tune, “I’m all Shook Up.” That’s because dirt roads are anything but smooth. Everywhere we go here in the Baja, except for the highways and a few select roads here and there, we’re bouncing around getting all shook up.

 

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Taxes in other countries are in sufficient amounts that the roads get paved. Nice. Smooth. Dreamy roads. But where we live, the roads have ruts and dips and holes and copious amounts of bumps and rocks.

 

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You get used to it. Sort of. Some days you don’t think about it and other days it drives you crazy.  Not that I need much help to be crazy. But that’s another issue.

 

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Taxes also pay for libraries, police, fire fighters, parks, etc. Consequently the services here are minimal.

 

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There are several reasons to think of our home in the Baja as paradise, but don’t be fooled. There are drawbacks. More than just dirt roads too, and I don’t usually write about them. I’m not going to go on and on about them now either. Maybe some other day.

 

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Instead, I’ll just sing. These are my four words for today: “I’m all shook up!”

 

Oh wait. One thing: when #^*!! people drive 100 miles an hour on the dirt road in front of my house, the dirt comes in through my open doors and windows leaving a nice thick layer of dirt over everything. Oh, how I hate that.

What are they thinking? This is the Baja 1000?

 

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Dirt road in front of my house.

 

After I sweep for the 3rd time today, I’ll get back to my zen.

Happy singing again: I’m all shook up!

 

 

Rocking my World

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Rhythmical flow,

movement of rolled stone,

rocking my world.

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Waves crashing,

ocean gifts of stones and shells

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Peaceful waves

 pounding, resounding,

rocking my world.

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Searching shoreline,

plucking treasures from warm sand,

rocking my world.

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Reconnecting stones,

nature’s pattern reinvented,

rocking my world.

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Susie’s Rock Mosaic January 2016

Susie’s Wave Mosaic January 2013

 

Jump Up and Down

Recently a dear friend of mine passed on a book to me entitled, Four Word Self Help, Simple Wisdom for Complex Lives. Don’t get me wrong. My life isn’t all that complex anymore, but this is a sweet book. I have chosen the four words: JUMP UP AND DOWN as my four words today.

Life has provided many opportunities for jumping up and down. I was a cheerleader in high school and did a fair amount of it. Don’t laugh. It was the only “sport” that girls were allowed back in my day. Title IX came long after I graduated from high school. Congratulations to all the girls and women who have been entitled to play sports since then. I’m jumping up and down for you.

It’s funny, but even as a 69 year old woman, I still jump for joy often. I’ve never stopped doing it and I highly recommend it to you. Let go! Show your happiness.

Here’s a photo of my 48 year old son and his 36 year old wife when they went on the whale shark trip in November last year with us. I didn’t ask them to jump up and down. They just did it.

 

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Happiness is catching.

Makes you want to jump up and down, doesn’t it?

 

 

 

I AM

I AM

 

A friend of mine posted “I AM” on Facebook today.

It got me to thinking about what I am, but more importantly,

what I want to be.

How we see ourselves is important, no doubt. I’m no philosopher. Not even close. So I’m not going to get all philosophical on you. I do believe that we can create ourselves. We have options. I do love options.

What am I? Just like you, I am many things. Just like you, I may not always like the “me”I am in a given moment.

Two days ago I was angry with a capital A. Pissed off is more like it. Hurt. Confused. Disillusioned. I don’t want those things to define me.

So what does define me? Right now I think I would like to see myself as transforming, vivacious and strong.

I think I’ll choose those three things for my mantra today.

I am transforming, vivacious and strong.

Who knows what I’ll choose tomorrow.

The key is to choose wisely.

You have to catch the ball before you can throw it.

This can be a metaphor for life, even though it pertains to baseball. Don’t put the cart before the horse, don’t count your chickens…blah, blah, blah.

Timing is everything and while I’ve known this for a long while, today I was given a smack upside my head as a nice little reminder.

The story: We sold our beautiful VW van to a friend. She said she wanted it. We trusted that she did. On her word we felt it was a done deal and we considered it sold. She drove it, we showed her everything about how to care for it, gave her our bazillion extra parts, and she was excited. She went home with the plan to get us our down payment by tomorrow (Tuesday) and we would keep the car till it was paid for.

At this point, I deleted the ads I’d run and told two other prospective buyers that it was sold. A gentleman in Seattle had offered to buy the van for its full asking price, as well as give us $1,000 more if we delivered it to San Diego, but yesterday I told him we had it sold. So sorry, I told him.

We bought another vehicle for $10,000 with the idea that we had sold the van. We’re all set now, right?

Apparently not. Our friend, who will remain nameless, just called and said she changed her mind. “It’s just not a good idea for me right now,” she tells me.

“What? What?” I exclaim. “I already told the other people it was sold.”

“I know, I’m sorry. But I couldn’t sleep last night and I don’t think this is a good idea for me right now.”

You have to catch the ball before you can throw the ball. Don’t put the cart before the horse and don’t count your chickens until they hatch.

Don’t buy a new car until you have the money for the one you sold.

And don’t trust ANYBODY.

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I don’t want to be bitter. So I’ll work at getting over it. In the meantime, I have learned:

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Poetry of Love

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When I come to you

with tears that fall and

splatter to the ground,

you hold me close

and declare to my sorrow

“Devotion is your armor.”

 

When I come to you

with worries that break

the spell of our love,

you whisper love’s remedies

and declare to my concerned heart

“Imagination is your armor.”

 

When I come to you

with panic that resounds

in your world miles away,

you calm my fears

and declare to my faraway heart

“Stillness is your armor.”

 

When I come to you

with hopes and dreams of us

together for eternity,

you hold me close revealing

intimate secrets of assurance

 

“My love is your armor.”

 


 

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The poetry of your love

its sonorous effects

tied with a string or

set free on the windowsill

 

Like any moment in a dream

provoking questions of love or

transferring definitions to seek

alignment as a signal to my heart

 

Your intimate approach

a shape emerging gently

as a stroke of your fingers

touching the skin of my skin

 

The density of expression

its lyric energy singing

a rhetorical rhythm

revealed to mine ears alone

 

Neither kindness of a compliment

or heat of sexual pleasure

supply the magic ointment

as does the poetry of your love

Photo Journey of Sunrises and Sunsets in Baja California Sur

Each morning and each evening we are given the gifts of sunrise and sunset,

but they are especially full of nature’s song when you live by the ocean.

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I greet each day with soft eyes, sometimes placing my hand on my heart. Sunrises will do that to me.

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With each new day, we are offered a cessation of anxiety–if we take in the show.

Here is an offered gift from Nature telling us to be calm.

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Moon set, early morning.

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Sunrise means a pink sky and a pink ocean. How can you not be happy?

Jan. sunrise

Lovely view from the beach to the mountains through the palms.

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On the East Cape, Baja Sur, the sun rises over the ocean.

It’s hard to wrap my mind around that fact, as I’m originally from Southern California where the sun rises over the mountains.

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But, it does indeed rise over the ocean on the East Cape.

It’s a glorious, full show of color with the morning birds looking for breakfast.

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When the day leaves us,

I experience an overwhelming joy

that almost makes my heart ache as

I watch the sun fall into the ocean.

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And then there’s the green flash.

We see it all the time from our deck. We see it more as a green glow, but the photos below were caught with our GoPro.

It does, indeed, appear as a flash in these shots.

We had it set to shoot every five seconds.

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These are from different days. A green flash? Believe.

 

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Things I learned about the green flash:

  • REFRACTION: the bending of rays of light in passing from one medium to another (e.g., air to water)
  • Green flashes are by-products of the large varieties in astronomical refraction near the horizon.
  • Green flashes occur because the atmosphere can cause the light from the sun to separate out into different colors.

 

 

 

In my Baja world,

join me as

I take a deep breath

and

savor the moments of sunrise and sunset.