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Making my way to the Kitchen floor, finding an espresso machine like the one back in Nashville, The Nash. Bringing back memories of how Karen taught us how to make perfect coffee delights…  And grabbing my favorite teal mug.. the start prepping up the espresso.  Thinking this morning needing a strong cuppa of Latte, especially for the long short flight to something I’m working on a drydock for about six months….

Having prepping the coffee like how Karen does it but with my little touch… then opening up the fridge finding a full Jug of Pancake mixture that I made overnight.. Thinking you can never go wrong with morning Pancakes..

Pouring the mixture on a non-stick frying pan lacing it with butter that I had given from my parents in New Zealand, reminding me of my parent’s home…..  As I poured the pancake mixture on the pan and seeing it slowly baking on the pan doing this deliciously over a dozen times placing the pancakes on the  resting on a white china plate realizing I’ve totally emptying out the jug and displacing it in the  sink ..  Even thou having a replicator in the kitchen, I still love the original taste of butter melting over the dozen pancakes, sinking it with maple syrup…

Having eaten Breakfast then having a second cup of coffee, and then checking out the morning news at six mixing it with this morning’s briefings of various sorts, until I’ve noticed a missing inventory that still needed to be installed…  looking closely more.. In that unchecked manifest of need to do’s load up list, someone has forgotten to load up Torpedoes.. In one of the torpedoes magazine cartilages racks bays nearby the engineering section in which that needs to mark urgently as my finger touched the screen marking it urgently… Then looking at deflector dish it seem find from the engineering report , checking that off…. as I Looking at the Holo Screen, closer in which a few minutes ago.. wait that Memo few weeks ago.. ?

Thinking back, has someone missed the inventories memo recently…. Then throwing up another Holo screen entering an encrypted commutations line to the Earth Space dock, doing a quick order to the Starbase quarter Master….

“ Hello this is Starbase seventy nine’s quarter master …. “ looking back the Holo screen noticing  that  I’m complete out of uniform..  Just in my every day morning casuals thinkingly also that the Torpedoes supplement is seriously on my lists among to do on many things… The Quartermaster started to look at me strangely that I’m out of uniform context… Then started to tell him whom I am.. “ This is Admiral Wasson  of the USS Lightning, I’ve notice that the supplements of Quantum Mark 13 Torpedoes haven’t been installed yet and accounted for, also that the cargo is done from yesterday’s manifest….. “ then taking a slip of Coffee that I’ve just brewed from my kitchen bench. Also thinking off my little sister Elise who’s on tour one of the youngest brilliant captains in Starfleet, or though there’s one disclosure that I must feel that she’s needs to take personal note from.. Otherwise it’s going to incur on her from the rest of her life, even though it’s going to take time.. Having yesterday of sending a Holo Message to my Parents in New Zealand about it feeling that’s I know it’s going to take time for her to recover from that incident in Vega System, I know they were closed together, even though he’ll make a loving caring brother in law thinking that’s what parents were thinking last night after having long talk last night that extended till the early hours of the Santa Monica morning… then leaving that message after that given that Elise may need some time of commanding otherwise it’ll get to her letting her having some disclosure…

 

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I’m looking over head towards the window of my bedroom as the sunrise warm glow enters through it shining that warm yellow glow that I love in the morning as my bedroom window reduces it tinting as it senses making way for sunlight hits it then filling it with warmth..  Then looking past Ocean Ave the sun light hits the pacific ocean of Santa Monica Beach… … Looking around bedroom finalizing the selection my clothing in my luggage then pulling it in from my walk in wardrobe… then finding a tricorder in my jacket pocket… Flipping it then taking a scan as the sensors working of my remaining of my wardrobe so I can replicate it later on as I scanning over my wardrobe then uploading it to upstairs…

Having scanned all of my wardrobe and checking my uniform in place, also in orderly… Decidedly to take a morning shower before it hit an early breakfast then reading this morning briefings before I fly out to the next assignment.. Then walking downstairs out from the bedroom floor into a lobby area in where the other half of the bedroom floor is my sister Elise… Having heard that she’s almost finishing up her final years of first command it’s pretty Awesome as that shone on my smile as I look at her other half of the bedroom floor..

Walking down to few layers of steps… to the three level lounge mix kitchen… and seeing in the center of the floor a few museum pieces that Dad collected over the years of music memorabilia major of the collection was from Nashville and this building was previously Capitol records he brought previous and moved from Hollywood and Vine having seeing the build in a heart breaking derelict condition so he brought it. Then having his Starfleet engineering friends to move it where it’s is today in where they owe him favours and still more.. Dad keeps telling my sister and I, every time when shore leave comes he comes along and off course Mom… helps out to renovated the building as I can see both the work they did in recreating this building together..

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Morning.  sandwiching in between the layers of the blankets covering over me to keep warm even though I did use the environmental controls… still feeling a little bit drained, looking around at my old bedroom…… Seeing the pale teal walls matching up with the Victorian ceiling with a crystal chandelier that over hangs, then rumbling my hands over face… feeling drained… I guess it was an emotional disclosure that I haven’t resolve for a very long time…. I guess that yesterday I had to come home, to resolve,… still I miss him, Kane..

So…. I decide not to be mopey or tying not too…  Got out of bed, sat on it for a while, looking out the white frame windows, seeing  collages of outside imagines, mosaic dew condensations on the glass , hearing the birds tweeting away… in the rural silences…  stood up, walk to the large window frame. Noticing it was still darkly dawn… made my bed, habitly tidy….. Slowly though, then walking, mopeyly sighing with a an sighing beating heart  to the bathroom getting ready for the morning.  Brushing my teeth, splitting out the toothpaste foam in to the basin sink, then looking at myself at the mirror, looking messy.. what would Kane say.. Sighing heavily again. Looking at myself again, decidedly to take shower, getting out of my clothes that I’ve slept in…..

Having taking a long hot warm shower, thinking, trying to take and distracting myself attention to what parts that need to be replicate. Then drying out my hair with a hair dryer, then conditioning, moisturising, then using the hair straighter to straighten It…. Looking at my old wardorobe, seeing still the classic wardrobe that I’ve had.. orthough I could replicate my Santa Monica wardrobe.. it’s cold, thinking it’ll take time to warm the systems up, besides, my old bedroom is a traditionally classic.

Picking out some clothes out from my old wardrobe, dressingly, putting on fresh undergarments,  then finding some classic ink blue skinny jeans on, then finding some red hipster checked Amy Pond blouse on then, then the full length boots that I’ve was wearing yesterday also the Jacket….. To keep me warm in the early winters morning, then turning the lights off, as they come on when I wake up, thinking back least it stills remembers me…

Walking out from my bedroom, leaving the door open letting the fresh warm air exiting out to warm up the hall ways of the house, then walking past my parents bedroom, it was six-ish in the morning, reading the hallway clock as I walk past by.. the hall way was cold, it was creeping up on hands,… thinking that I should of getting wooden  mittens from my wardrobe… pasting my sister, Em’s old bedroom… noticing it hasn’t changed ever since she left for Starfleet Academy… then few years I followed.. Em is pretty cool, she now command a Odyssey class, it’s a large ship… after seeing in space dock of its enormous size, one point two kilometres long, Em’ must be stoked when she was told that she had command of a ship of that kind, stokely proud of my sister, she work extremely hard for it, plus her crew too…

Making down the stair ways, going past the library, then the lounge, then the Kitchen.  Walking slowly so I don’t waking my parents up… upstairs.  Finding the kitchen table finding the required parts to replicate, finding a Tricorder from my jacket’s pocket, then scan the parts, scanning, and then transmitting the data to my Yellowstone, Mia.  As I just then remotely started up Mia’s systems up, as if it was evacuation mission without starting up the main propulsion systems..  She accepted it, then also she doubly scan it too, it was great then in, using the Tricorder to have to instruct Mia replicate those parts without those faults… then when finish having it to site to site transport the parts over to the Kitchen table…

It was still dark, but graduating getting still twilight morning, plus noticing, looking out the Kitchen’s window, it was still extremely foggy outside, hasn’t been this densely covered for a very long time, like you couldn’t see, barely least thirty meters away… there was something in the distance but I could make it visually, it look large in the distance… but shadowy grey and long.. I was thinking it was the large forest trees in the distances… in which are nearby.. Distracted by the strange dark forest silhouette….. Wondering what is it…out there in the murky moisture kitchen window…

Playing with my hair, finding a hair in jacket pocket.. I tied my hair fashionably Into ponytail.. Looking at the old fashion kettle I began adding water in it.. after filling it up  turning up the element on.. placing the kettle to heat it up.. trying to find my favourite tea bags, blends. Found it.. they were hiding in place where  last place them seeming only yesterday when I left for the Academy… only looking at the my sister’s nearby coffee collection…

Hearing the kettle whistling…. I grab the kettle.. Starting pouring the boil water into the Edwardian  large white cup with the mixed blends of Earl Greys that I potion up, looking at this white cup, that always that I keep me in company during the winter seasons.. at the moment that company welcome, it slightly bit cold.. I found environmental controls, and turned up the wintery kitchen’s temp to a slightly more agreeable..

Walking around the kitchen, found an old favourite Tardis blue shape teapot… thinking in leaving a fresh pot for the folks, when they wake up….

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Drawings… sketching..

October 3, 2013
kerin class two sketch onea

Kerin class.. heavy.. 950 meters long…a quick rough sketch..

Before being diplomatic……..

Sometimes, when it’s sunny or when it’s raining in the weekends I like to draw, out in the balcony of my building. Drawing Starships is one of them, also other stuff that lets my imagination run wild. Most of the time it’s either drawing on a sketch pad on paper, or being old fashion and sketching on old school blue lined  7 mm ruled A4 paper.. With blue, black inked fountain pens, plus a collection of Pantone Tria markers…

Sometimes also…. Drawing Starships help me to think how things work on board my ship…. the different aspect use of what goes where, and planning things out creativity, also making notes of what needs modifying… later on…

I drew this was interesting, it was an in between sketch of an intrepid, and a Vesta Variant, class with a land ability in mind so it can do heavy terrain mission given if shuttle and transporters prove difficult… so I’ve given this a class name.. Kerin..  I’ve drawn the warp nacelle a little much larger than the Vesta class variants. Given it five warp columns rails in one single unit so it gives the ship more higher degree room to move, spin rate in combat with heavy duty retros RCS thruster dual quads units , , instead of trailing and following a target.. plus it’s 950 meters long…