Sunday, March 6, 2016

I'm full.

I'm beginning a new blog that's befitting my new journey. The new one is private, though, so ping me if you'd like to be added.

These are pictures taken during my trip to Alaska in August, over the anniversary of Burt's death.  It was exhilarating.  Flying into a preserve and spending the day with the bears was precious to me; I felt my father's presence.  I thought, several times, that I might be ripped to pieces.  I wasn't.

I'm ready for my new journey now.  It's wild in a completely different way; this new happiness is the wildest thing I've experienced aside from death.

I feel so lucky, and protective of my life with Hellboy. The new blog will be about this life, fixing up our house, and growing the garden of my dreams.

I wish you this same kind of happiness, freedom, and peace in your own life.

Bears, Holly

Monday, January 18, 2016


Time flies when you're happy.

Hellboy is roasting coffee every week—in a roaster he made from a barbecue.  This week, it's Rwandan.  He makes the coffee; I drink it.
We're getting the house painted.  At first I wanted blue, like Casa Azul:
But now I want green b/c it's an excellent backdrop for plants.  I mostly think of houses as backdrops for plants.

Also, we'll have a purple front door:
Plant dreams.  I've made friends with a nursery owner named Bill—he's coming over to advise us.  We're taking out the lawns and putting in Mediterranean, succulent, and South African plants.
The Cookbook Game.  Like a lot of people, I have many neglected cookbooks.  But I wrote their titles on slips of paper and put them in a bag, and every week we pull out a new title and make something from that book.  It's DELICIOUSLY FUN.

Last week, it was Rick Bayless' guacamole.  Carnitas tacos to go with it.
Gym Candyland.  Our new gym has Tootsie Rolls on the counter and Pizza Night every 1st monday.  God bless America!

Movie Night.  We've decided that Thursday is Movie Night.  Last week, Hellboy chose The Martian, which was very entertaining but—come on—would've been better if Charlize Theron were the lead:
This week, I'm choosing King of the Hill—not the tv show, but the '93 Steven Soderbergh film. It's fantastic.

Next week: City of angels.

Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Sparkly bits.

a) I don't know if you know this, but home design is ALL ABOUT MOROCCO right now.

For instance, I see this rug everywhere:

Also, poufs:

Also, the "Moroccan wedding blanket" as bedspread:


I am tempted, for reals.  But I think it might be better to actually go to Morocco & see what's doing, before festooning our house with it?

I'm adding Morocco to the travel list.  This list is loooooong.

b) The last of the halibut.
It's time to eat the last of the halibut I caught in Alaska this summer.  I'm thinking shallot butter sauce?

I highly recommend halibut fishing, if you find yourself in AK & specifically Homer.

But note: these fish are heavy & when you hook them, they do that thing where someone tries to lift you & you go all dead-weight on them.  Not cool.

However, you can have a deckhand help you reel in your limit (um, TWO) & then pay to have them filleted & shipped home & it is delicioso--not like Trader Joe's frozen/chewy, but like fresh.  I dunno how they do it, but having halibut steaks at the ready has been a complete pleasure.  I'm so glad I went.
Bye, halibut!  It was nice knowing devouring you.

Next week: Hellboy and me in the SD.

Monday, October 19, 2015

Close to home.

I have selected a toilet. 
If all goes well, it just might be the toilet I'll be using til I die, at approximately 103 years of age (thanks, Grandma!).

Maybe I'll die on it, like Elvis?
Probably not—cuz I'm chockfull of fiber.  But...something to think about.

Shelley is my point-person at the house before Hellboy and I move in.  We've had several fevered discussions about baseboard height, grout color, and pergola-lattice widths.

Usually my conclusion is "I don't really give a f*ck," though you can't say it quite that way to Shelley.
My favorite part comes later—the decorating part—when I turn our house into something resembling the Jungalow, with plants and textures and stimulation.
Hellboy, of course, has his interests as well.

He wants us to get a smoker:

We've been watching brisket-smoking tutorials on youtube, which are oddly riveting.

He's also been researching espresso machines, since Hellboy and I lurve our coffee.  He might set up Cafe Hellboy in the garage?

I am happy.

Next week: countdown.

Friday, September 11, 2015

A Hellboy of a boyfriend.

Meet my boyfriend, Hellboy:
Actually he looks more like Ron, pre-makeup:
But less exaggerated features...more like kindlyMidwestern-hotness.

Hellboy surprised me.  I wasn't looking for him.  I was looking for someone to hang out with, & we did.  But then he turned out to be like this:

  • Patient, while I figured out I was in love.
  • Smart--minus any braggadocio. 
  • Effortlessly, generously affectionate.
  • Quiet.  God, I love a quiet man. 
I like my girlfriends chatty; I like men to be quiet.  Not that Hellboy can't rant with the best of 'em, b/c he can.  But he is also an expert listener, and godknowsthatisrare.
  • He's a knee-weakening kisser.
  • Gets paint in his hair.
  • Takes me on surprise trips like to BAKERSFIELD where we eat tacos and visit Buck Owens' Museum and canoodle.

  • Makes up fabulous cocktails.
  • So unflappable I wanna flap him.  
  • Midwestern f*cking impeccable manners.  
  • Doesn't read music & can just play.  F*ck.
  • Sees my strengths as assets for us, not as a threat, or competition.
  • Loves smart women me.
  • Is not traditional, nor religious, nor spiritual.
  • Knows how to roast his own coffee.  [Sold.]
  • Buys me ice cream and puts his arm around me while I eat it daintily decimate it.
  • Works magic with a cast-iron skillet.
  • Loves his mom (though he calls her "Mahm" b/c accent).
  • Wears only one type—and one color—of socks.  
  • Benevolently gentle.
  • Unselfconsciously blunt.
  • Poignantly self-effacing.
  • Will work tirelessly as my photographic model, even in cemeteries. 
  • Is moving to San Diego with me:
We're going to live in Vivian's former home. We'll make lattes, and take walks together, and barbecue brisket, and start a garden, and sit under the pergola.

Life marches on.  And I'm as happy as Hellboy.

Next week: More happy.

Friday, August 28, 2015

Homer, Alaska; August 2015.

I'm back from Alaska.  And in general.

Next week: Prose.

Thursday, March 12, 2015


I've decided to take a little sabbatical from Burt. You can still find me at Hello and Good Buck, where I'll continue to post weekly or so:

Hello and Good Buck

Thank you for your emails--I've enjoyed reading them.