Saturday, September 30, 2017

Busy

Pretty busy day. After Kimball, I went to T.O.P.S. Lost a bit, but not much; am now down 37.6 pounds.
Breakfasted, then set about gathering artifacts and photos from the Figenshu and Byrne clans. Good grief, what a project! I have so much and I scanned and copied a lot of it. While I was digging out stuff in various places, Suzanne came over to give me some of her delicious little tomatoes. We sat and chatted for a half hour or so--I was glad for a respite--then I went back to my task. I'm not even sure at this point how I'm going to assemble this to make any sense for Patrick. Don't know, either, whether my nephew actually wants pictures besides info. Well, I'll figure something out.
Didn't have lunch until 1:30, then took off for town. On the way to the library, I noticed that Holy Cross School was having what they called "a rummage sale." Went in and bought four nice white bowls and six glass plates. I use a lot of bowls are these plates are a size between sandwich plates and large dinner ones--just right for my usual dinner of fish and a veggie.
I had to walk back to the car to leave off the (heavy) bag of tableware, then retrace my steps to the library. That was all right; I was glad to get the extra exercise. Left about 4:00 and went to WinCo for various.
Called Nancy when I got home and we confirmed our date to tour Dudley House tomorrow. First, we'll go to the Black Angus for lunch at 1:00. I told Nance I'm even going to order off the menu--ta dah!

Friday, September 29, 2017

Senior Gathering and More

As soon as I get up in the morning, I click on the coffee (I set it up the night before), do the usual personal tasks (oh, I'm so coy), then sit down at this computer. Yesterday morning when I did, I found an e-mail from Suz, saying Lori, the VCS secretary, had the flu and would I help her out at the senior gathering this (Thursday) morning and get there about "nineish"? It started at 9:45, and the topic was "Driving and Drugs," not very interesting to me; in fact, I hadn't planned even to go. However, I wrote back, said I would, and got there at 9:00, after walking Kimball and changing clothes.
I sometimes wonder if Suz isn't wrapped too tight (an old Holy Spirit expression), because when I got there, everything seemed to be under control. I had thought I'd be asked to hand out leaflets or something, but no. However, there was a registration table, manned--or womaned--by a couseler named Elizabeth Taylor. I introduced myself as Natalie Wood (couldn't resist) which went right over Elizabeth's head, I think. She is Hispanic and is a "Senior Preventionist" (I'm not sure that's a real word, but it's on her card) for Ventura's alcohol and drug prevention program. She's very nice, has a masters' degree, and a pretty strong accent, but we conversed together.
Our duty was simply to ask people attending to fill out sign-up sheet, listing name, address, phone, e-mail, and how they heard of the gathering. What I thought was idiotic was that they were also to fill out a yellow form with exactly the same questions, plus their ethnicity and signature. When I suggested to the organizer--a gorgeous young man named David--that one could be used for both, he insisted they had to do both, as the state required the yellow sheet. I didn't ask, although I was about to, why in hell the yellow sheet couldn't just be duplicated for the county.
Anyway, it was over at 11:30 and then the Rotary Club provided a hamburger and sides lunch. I didn't stay for that--my salad was waiting at home--but I actually enjoyed the morning quite a bit.
Did the usual after lunch. When I got home, I checked into my e-mail and a pop-up informed me that Anthony Boudain, of Parts Unknown, was going to be in Singapore on October 1. I'm looking forward to seeing it and will even stay up until 9:00, when it's on. I called Ellen to ask if she'd record it for me, too. She and Greg entertained some friends of theirs from Hamburg, Germany, she said; I reminded her our antecedents were from Alsace-Lorraine.

Thursday, September 28, 2017

Bone and Theatre

The usual Kimball and breakfast, then SCAN for the bone density test. When I got there, I found the machine wasn't working; however, the BP was and I had that done. It was 107/65, which I think is good. While I was talking to the nurse (technician?), she said she'd like to try the bone density machine again and asked me to take off my left shoe and sock. For some reason, it worked, although she said it hadn't on right feet. It seems I have some loss: T-score is 2.28 and Z-score is 0.59. According to a paper she gave me, this means low bone mass, but not osteoporosis.
Home after that to do a few chores, then prepared my big salad for lunch and stowed it in the fridge while I did a few things on the computer. After lunch, as usual, I took off for town. On my way, I passed, as I always do, the "Institute for Spiritual Living," a very large, cathedral-like building. (I found out later it was built in 1927 as a Baptist church.) I always wanted to go in and look at the interior and I impulsively parked and did just that. To my surprise, it looked more like a theatre and--hey, there were three people--two men and a woman--talking in the front row. I asked if I could look around and the woman said, "Well, we're holding auditions..."
Auditions! Wow, that was interesting. I went down front and chatted with them for a few minutes--they were very nice and the woman asked if I'd like her card. Yes, indeed, and would you like mine? We exchanged cards and I mentioned I teach acting to seniors. It turns out she's Karyl Lynn Burns, producing artistic director of the Rubicon Theatre Company. Karyl asked if I'd like to be on their mailing list and I said yes. This is a semi-professional group--I think--and I saw a play in that theatre several years ago. Who knows what might transpire here? Maybe nothing, but there's the bare possibility it could lead to something.

Wednesday, September 27, 2017

Early Rising and Class

Boy, am I careless. I meant to change the alarm from 6:15 to 6:00 and thought I had. Woke up, got up, washed and so on, then sat down at the computer. To my chagrin, I saw it was 5:09 am. Of course, I stayed up, did my thing, and got Kimball early, but I was annoyed with myself.
After breakfast and a shower, I went to keep the appointment with Brenda at SCAN. We actually had a pretty good meeting. She assured me they were publicizing my class and, in fact, we chatted a bit. She used to be an advocate at public house in L.A., but said she got disgusted with the private companies that actually managed the places. (Seems to me this is just another example of the terrible trend to privatizing. Our prisons and many of our schools have been put in the corporate hands, all to the detriment of anything like democracy or the voice of the people.)
Brenda commutes here every day from L.A.--poor girl, she said she can't move down here because she and her ex share custody of their two kids. Anyway, she assured me they would be publicizing classes soon and that's fine. While I was there, I signed up for a bone density test for 9:45 this morning.
Went from there directly to WinCo for salmon, spinach, and acorn squash. Got home and prepared cauliflower in the smaller slow cooker, then left after lunch for town. Did the usual, stopping on the way back for Romaine and tomatoes.
Betty called when I got home and we had a long talk. She's leaving this morning for Baltimore, as our brother, Frank, is visiting his son, Patrick, the ologargist--I can't spell it and neither can SpellCheck--head and neck surgeon at Johns Hopkins. I hope to visit Frank in Alameda when he gets back.

Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Same Old, Same Old, and SCAN

I forgot to mention yesterday that on Sunday, I stopped on the way home at the Cat's Cradle Thrift Shop. I dropped off a large number of blouses, tops, pants, and shoes that I can no longer wear. They're all in perfect, like new, condition, but are just too large. I'll declare this on my income tax, for what it's worth.
Monday: Again, the usual morning walking Kimball, then breakfast. After that, I called SCAN and asked to arrange an appointment with Brenda. They don't really have a secretary setup--I'm not sure what setup they have--and I was told she makes her own appointments. I left a message and she called me back; I'll see her today at 10:30. I have a lot of concerns about the prep for the acting class. SCAN seems to have an organization problem.
Speaking of which: coincidentally, when I was walking from the library back to the museum yesterday, who did I run into but former manager Tony! He gave me a big hug, which I returned. I immediately expressed my shock and disappointment at his abrupt departure from SCAN and he indicated it was a shock to him, too. Unfortunately, we couldn't talk further because his bus was at the curb and he had to put his bike on the front, then get on. I hope to see him again.
Stopped at a store--okay, Goodwill--and picked up a nice wool coat/jacket. It's navy blue and very much like what we used to call a six-button benny, but it's short--goes to about the tops of my legs. It fits perfectly, so I was pleased to find it for $8.99. It doesn't get frigid here, of course, but when I walk at seven in the morning, it can blow up pretty cold.

Monday, September 25, 2017

Uncle John

Did the Kimball walk, then the usual Sunday thing with crossword. During breakfast, it occurred to me that I hadn't spoken to my Cincinnati cousin, Marifran, in some time--certainly five months or so. I told myself to call her soon. Incredibly, fifteen minutes later, the phone rang and it was Marifran. I told her about the foregoing and we laughed about it.
We then proceeded to talk for one hour and forty-five minutes. We naturally discussed our mutual family; my father and hers were brothers and they had six siblings. My Dad, however, was one of the older ones and hers, Edmund, was one of the younger. Marifran's mother was mentally ill and Marifran writes a lot about that disease. We discussed our Uncle John, of whose existence neither of us were aware until we were married adults. My mother told me Uncle John had been confined in Byberry State Hospital for most of his life. When she and my father were engaged, he asked her never to tell any children they had about John. Well, she didn't until long after my father had died. I'll call my brother, Jim, soon. He's 91 and I calculate he's the oldest one in the extended family now. I'll see if he can shed any more light on poor Uncle John.
All this Byrne nostalgia prompted me to look up the blog which I originally named "Uncle Frank's Farm," but then changed to "Domino Lane," for the place where the family farm was in Roxborough, a Philadelphia suburb. Here, I recorded my Uncle Frank's memoirs, along with those of others in the family: http://uncle-franks-farm.blogspot.com/. Readers should read and follow the information at the top.
Other than that, it was an ordinary Sunday around here.

Sunday, September 24, 2017

Dinner With Daughter

Kimballed, breakfasted, computer stuffed (ha!), and so on and so forth. Called Betty and heard about her children's recent visit. Went to WinCo for this and that, had lunch, then took off for town.
I did the usual walk, during which I got a call from Doris. She was still in the hospital--as a result of her bad reaction to a medication--but said she was going to be moved to rehab today. The plan was for her to be in the hospital only overnight; I wonder what kind of drug she reacted to.
When I got back to the car, I realized it was too early to drive to Ellen's, as our dinner date was for 5:00, so I drove up to Grant Park and enjoyed the magnificent views on both sides. There was a wedding reception going on in a set-aside area and what a gorgeous setting for that. There was music and a dance floor had been set up, as well as lots of tables and chairs, all with white tablecloths and flowers. It's a perfect setting for an occasion like that.
Got to El's at 5:00 and we talked for an hour or so, discussing her class, among other topics. We then went to Ojai Beverage for dinner. We both had big Cobb salads and I enjoyed the "beer sampler." For ten bucks, you get four four-ounce glasses of different beers--I chose local brews--all of which I enjoyed.
After we got back to El's, we took a walk. It's fun to do that in Ojai, especially because all the houses are different, unique, and interesting to see. Said goodbye at about 7:30--it was already dark, darn it--and was home with no prob.

Saturday, September 23, 2017

T.O.P.S. And Glasses

Did the Kimball thing, then zipped over to T.O.P.S. I was bemused to find I weighed in exactly what I had at the doctor's on Tuesday: 145.6. That means I lost two pounds since last time and am down 36.8 pounds. Okay, I'll go with that.
It was a pretty good meeting, although Lolly was presiding (Lennie is in China) and, as ever, she let the conversation range all over the globe. Didn't get out until almost 10:00, so I didn't have breakfast until after that, but it was okay.
I can't even remember what all I did between breakfast and lunch--computer stuff, probably--except for writing out a "get well" card for Doris. Called Betty, but haven't heard back from her. Went out for my usual afternoon walk and as I was locking my door, Suzanne came out. I hadn't seen her since she got back from San Diego from a conference, so I welcomed her back.
On my way from the museum to the library, I stopped in a few stores. When I got to the library, I discovered I didn't have my reading glasses. I know I had them earlier, so I can only think they slipped off the top of my head. I went from town to the 99-cent store to buy more and took the ones I keep in the car. Incredibly, I lost those, too! So--I bought two pair to replace the ones I had lost. Hey, if these had been my prescription glasses from years ago, I would have moved heaven and earth to find them; at that time, they cost over five hundred a pair. Now? It was just a slight annoyance, aside from a little worry that I'm "losing it," as the saying goes.
My darlin' girl called about 6:00--so good to hear from her--and suggested dinner out tonight. Yes, indeed, and I suggested Ojai Beverage, so we might go there. I remember their "beer sampler"--four different beers in little (maybe four-ounce) glasses, that I liked quite a bit.

Friday, September 22, 2017

Various

After walking Kimball and breakfast, I spent THE ENTIRE MORNING--okay, not quite an hour--cleaning the hard floors. Actually, this is pretty easy with the Bose system: once over with the dusting attachment, switch to the scrub one, spray the stuff, and mop back and forth. It's quick and efficient and I much prefer it to the electric shark, which I also have.
I took the bath mats and rugs, as well as the non-slip one in the tub (most useful thing I ever bought, I think) to the laundry place, and threw them in with the cleaning stuff. I don't put these things in the dryer; it's very convenient to simply drape them on the patio chairs and, by the time I come home in late afternoon, they're dry. Plus, I always think the sun kills germs or something, so it seems oddly healthier than putting them in a machine.
Called Carole to see if Doris had her knee operation. She did, on Tuesday two days ago, and she had said she'd be a few days in the rehab place next to The Townehouse. I thought I'd call her or even drop in after I did the town walk. However, Carole called as I was going back to the car and said she had called Doris and found she's still in the hospital. It seems she had a bad reaction to some medication or other and they wanted to keep her in longer than planned. Doris is about five feet tall and if she tops ninety pounds, I'd be surprised, so I guess a little bit goes a long way with her. I'll send her a card.
While in town, I ran into an acquaintance, Susan Somebody, who is of Chinese descent and has MS. We chatted a bit and she told me she had moved to Colony Parc into a one-bedroom exactly like what I had.
Stopped at Kohl's on the way home and got a new rug and seat cover for the bathroom. Interestingly, they had sent me a gift certificate for sixteen dollars because I've had a Kohl's charge card for that many years. In addition, I had a twenty percent off coupon, so both items cost only $8.99.
After dinner, I took a drive, dismayed that it's getting dark earlier and earlier. And darn, daylight saving time will be over soon, too--but whaddya gonna do?

Thursday, September 21, 2017

V.C.S.

Walked Kimball, then just had time for breakfast and a quick shower before dressing for the Ventura Council for Seniors meeting. This--for a change--included an interesting speaker, Catherine somebody, who heads up the health insurance counseling arm of the county commission. This gal was pretty unprepossessing to look at: very much overweight and probably close to my age, but boy, she was a dynamite speaker. I'm going to bring my information to her and her staff one of these days.
It ran longer than usual, so we didn't end up until 11:30, but that was okay by me. Went home and changed, had lunch, then did a few chores.
Drove out to West Ventura to the Senior Center and drop off a flyer for my course to be posted. Ran into Steve Y. He usually attends V.C.S., but said he forgot this time. He then started a long tirade on how boring the meetings were, especially the speakers, and why didn't we get any "good ones?" I asked for suggestions, but as so often happens with chronic complainers, he didn't have any--he just likes to complain.
Went from there to the museum and did the usual walk to the library. This time, I didn't read anything weighty, but just looked through some books of New Yorker cartoons from the fifties. Some struck me as funny, some as just too arch and smug for my taste.
Drove home and cut up tomatoes, added fresh parsley, olive oil, and vinegar and will use that in salads for the next few days.

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Doc's And Liberation

Walked Kimball, had breakfast, then got to my 9:45 doctor's appointment. Dr. Jennings was again delighted at my progress (according to their scale, I'm down to 145, although I'm not sure how that could be, as I weighed 148 on Friday at SCAN). She decided to halve my Atvorstatin (for cholesterol), although she wants me to continue the BP medication. Speaking of which, my pressure now seems to running higher, but okay--roughly something like 110/65 most of the time. We chatted for quite a while; I had given the nurse a copy of my "Acting for Amateurs" flyer and asked her to put it in the break room. Dr. J. saw it and marveled that I was doing it--"You'll be eighty-one...!"* BP: 122/84. Got flu shot.
Went home and changed, then searched for one of my plays, a comedy about a soap opera. I want to revise it to make it topical for here (I had referenced the Jersey shore in the original) and modify a bit. Finally found it.
After lunch, went to town as usual and did the walk. Read for a while, walked back and, because WinCo had no spaghetti squash, stopped at Ralph's to get some. As soon as I got home, I pierced it and softened it in the microwave. Removed the seeds, cut it in half, and finished it off cooking, scooped it out, and I'll have it tomorrow and several subsequent days.
* I was slightly flatter at her comment, but I find it irritating, too. What in the hell do people think eighty-year-olds should do? Watch television all day? Nag their kids? Curl up and die? What I wish people would realize is I haven't changed. I'm exactly the same person I was twenty years ago--or forty, for that matter. Just smarter, maybe, and less likely to believe everything I was told in second grade. I'm liberated and wish it could have happened sooner.

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Hair And S.S.

Walked Kimbell, had breakfast, stripped my bed, took laundry to the place, re-made the bed, did lots of stuff on this computer, went to WinCo for provisions, and then it time for lunch. Got that out of the way, showered, and left for my 2:45 hair appointment.
I had wanted a color and cut, but without enumerating the tedious reasons why, it took Christina SO LONG to do me, I skipped the cut, but still didn't get out of there until after 5:00, for Pete's sake. Possibly, that was because whiffy Christina talks and talks and talks about her ever-so-boring life and while she does, seems to forget I'm a customer. I finally escaped and no, I'll never go back.
Got home, changed, and left for the widder group ("Soaring Spirits," about the most idiotic and saccharine title I've ever heard, but at least it contains alliteration). Got there a bit after 6:00 to find Vera, Susan, and eight others, all widows of a variety of ages from about 45 to--well, yours truly; I'm resigned to "the oldest one" slot, which I occupy in almost any gathering.
Anyway, I bought my usual five tangerines and ordered my usual Chardonnay and enjoyed the usual talk and laughs. Susan has adopted a wolf in Indiana and will be visiting it on the preserve in a few weeks. Donna outfitted a closet in her (large) home for her boyfriend and showed us pictures. Elise lost her husband only a year ago and is worried about her 21-year-old fire fighter son, who can't seem to find a girlfriend. Carolyn, who lives in Ojai, said she'd let me know where her hairdresser works in Ventura.
Of course, all of us have our trials and triumphs and we share with each other openly. I'm very grateful to be in this mixed-age group, unhappy though the circumstances are that brought us together.

Monday, September 18, 2017

MeetUp and Vietnam

Walked Kimball, did the Sunday things, then spent hours (well, it seemed like hours) trying to straighten out the Meetup snafu. I'm not even sure if it's okay yet, but I'm so damn sick of it, I don't care.
After that, I suddenly galvanized myself and cleared out a lot of both my bedroom and hall closets. I removed a bunch of clothes, which are now too big; I'll donate them to either a thrift store or St.John's, where Suzanne works. Moved some things around, so I have more space for this and that. There's still plenty of things I need to do, especially go through the linen closet, which is just jammed.
Lunched, then went to town for the m. to l. walk. Stayed in the latter and read for about an hour. Home, I chopped up several peppers and onions--froze some and stir-fried the rest with ground turkey for dinner.
I saw the first episode of The Vietnam War last night. I thought Burns did a pretty credible job, especially in explaining the tangled history and incredible cruelty toward of the west toward that tiny country. Also, the part about Ho Chi Minh was riveting. Gee, that's funny, he's been portray as practically the devil with horns--a commie, that is--when this country could have so easily have been an ally and helped to free his country from the French. He appealed to the U.S. to do exactly that, but that would have been as likely as Trump reading Proust. Our system, capitalism, and its evil twin, militarism, would never have allow it. Incidentally, I've been to Ho Chi Minh City, formerly known as Saigon, and I'd love to go back.

Sunday, September 17, 2017

Ho-Hum

Ho-hum, a pretty ordinary day. Walked Kimball, then after breakfast, finally used the nice red apples I bought the other day and made applesauce. Spent several hours on flyers for my new Acting for Amateurs class, plus revising and cleaning up some plays. I listed it on Meetup, but that got screwed up and I contacted the outfit. Hope I can edit and modify the listing. I want to send info about the class to the Ventura Star and The Breeze, also. Finished Laughing at my Nightmare and started on a book on hoarding.
After lunch, went to town, as ever, and walked the afternoon walk. Stayed an hour in the library reading about the Charles Starkweather murders and the Andrea Yates (drowned all five of her children) murders. I remember when both of those horrors happened, although the former was in the fifties.
Stopped at Goodwill and bought--A RUBBER CHICKEN! Yes, everyone needs a rubber chicken, especially an 80-year-old woman who lives alone. Okay, I just couldn't resist and I'll probably write a one-acter around it.

Saturday, September 16, 2017

Good Day

Turned out to be a petty good (because different from the usual) day.
Got up to find an e-mail from my tenant, telling me she had sent me a text (I didn't get it because she used my old phone number) to let me know the lawn service had dug up the back yard horribly. I immediately called Prime Management (homeowners' association) and was told Meticulous (lawn service) had dug small holes to aerate the grass. They're coming next week to look over those who are complaining and I conveyed this to Eileen. She had also sent pictures to my phone--said she didn't know how to get them to this computer--and yes, it looks messy and chopped up. I assume they'll fix it.
All this was after I walked Kimball, but before I went to T.O.P.S. There, I found I had lost, but only six tenths of a pound, whatever that is. Last week it was only four tenths down and I'm going to modify a bit. I think the problem is that I'm eating too much fruit at night.
I saw Brenda, who said all was fine with my upcoming "Acting for Amateurs." Wow, I'm amazed they didn't squawk over the higher compensation I suggested; it's not quite twice as much as I got before, but almost. (Ha--should have asked for more!)
Anyway, Carole was there and said she was taking Doris to the Black Angus for her birthday and did I want to go? Sure thing, and I met them there at noon. Naturally, I didn't order off the menu, but brought my tangerines and ate them with a nice carafe of Chardonnay.
Doris is going in the hospital next week to yet again have her knee re-done. She'll have rehab after that--I hope this finally fixes her problem, as she has great difficulty walking. Anyway, I had a good time; it was refreshing to be with just the two of them.
Home about 2:00 and had a salad. After that, I actually lay down on the couch and fell asleep until 3:30. That pepped me up and I drove to town and did my usual walk. Slept like a stone last night.

Friday, September 15, 2017

"Nightmare" and Sleep

After the Kimball walk and breakfast, I realized I needed to replenish my veggie supply. Went to WinCo and got broccoli, cauliflower, cucumber, acorn squash, zucchini, red and green sweet peppers, and lettuce. Added chicken and blueberries; I already have plums, onions, and apples. Spent the morning preparing my goodies: Used the chop wizard on the cauliflower, cucumber, and chicken and the mandolin on the zucchini; I'm holding the rest in reserve.
I was pleased that the book I ordered, Laughing At My Nightmare, came and I started it during lunch. It's by and about a young man named Shane Burchaw, who's now (I think) 22 and has a very debilitating muscle disease (SMA). He has never walked and, in fact, can do very little for himself. However, he has a great--sometimes bawdy--sense of humor. I'm also "friends" with him on Facebook and enjoy what he writes. I feel I know the whole family (parents, younger brother) and his girlfriend, Sarah.
NOTE: Darn. For the first time in an age, I had trouble sleeping last night. Got up about midnight for the usual, then couldn't get back. I even got up and looked at Facebook--probably not a good idea. Finally dropped off, but I'm a little draggy this morning.

Thursday, September 14, 2017

Variety

"Variety is the spice of life." Actually, the correct quote is "Variety is the very spice of life" (William Cowper, 1731-1800) Does that seem to conflict with the consistency thing? Nah, just depends on circumstances, I think.
Walked both walks, natch, and bought yet another sweater at The Coalition. Later, I go some household stuff done. Made an appointment at the hairdresser's for a color and cut--badly needed--on Monday at 3:00. I have dinner with the widder group that evening, a doctor's appointment (routine) the next day, and Council for Seniors the day after that.
Got an e-mail from Japan son to the effect that the four-year-old wants to know about his ancestors. Specifically, he asked for "Helen Byrne's grandmother's" name. H.B. is my mother, of course; her mother's name was Sophie Bub, but I'll have to search out her mother's name. Hmm...I have loads of family ancestry stuff on both sides, but I'm not sure I have that. I do know that Sophie's father--my great-grandfather--was Wilhelm Bub, of Alsace, Lorraine. I'll dig into my info and send him some.
When I was leaving for my second walk, Suzanne came out to ask about my family in Miami. I assured her they had all survived and, to my knowledge, their various properties hadn't been damaged. I refrained from making a snide remark, such as "must have been your prayers that did it." (Stop it, Mimi!)

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Consistency

"Consistency, thou art a jewel." That's sometimes attributed to Shakespeare (almost everything is) or the Bible (everything else is), but nobody seems to know for sure who wrote it first. Seems to me it's the first rule of effective weight loss.*
Well, I'm nothing if not consistent: I walk the mile and a half around Kimball Park every morning and the same distance from the museum to the library and back every afternoon. Did so yesterday (as I have virtually every day for six months) and it occurred to me I may be in a rut. However, it's working and it sure beats sitting in front of the T.V. Also, I'm out and about among other people and for me, that's better than home alone.
Anyway, I stopped into The Coalition and bought a sweater--dark blue and with a kind of fringed collar. I know it's going to get cooler soon--in fact, I wore a light sweater to the park today--and this was a good buy. On my way back to the car, I sat in the park and called Betty to tell her I do, indeed, remember Mary Kale. We had a nice talk; her three children are coming in tomorrow. According to her, it's because they're worried about her and "want to get to California so they can take care of me." She said they think she's "losing it." I asked, "What do you think?" She said she forgets things now and then, but who doesn't? She has a point there.
Cooked up a yummy fresh tuna steak, along with fresh spinach and--yes, fresh--mushrooms.
*Hmm...but then from that old gasbag, Ralph Waldo Emerson: "Consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds." Actually, I subscribe to both adages--depending on circumstances.

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

The Usual and El's Birthday

Walked both walks, went to WinCo, and called brother Larry in Jacksonville, to find the electricity was out, but his daughter's house had suffered no damage. Irma, it seems, has moved on, and they'll likely go back to Miami today. I was prompted to call Larry because my friend, Sue, texted me to see how things were there. Nice of her.
After the afternoon walk, and a half hour in the library, I jumped in the shower, washed my hair, and dressed to meet Ellen and Greg at Jasmine Thai.
We had a good dinner and even a better time together. El opened cards and presents, including a picture from her brother and sister-in-law in Tokyo we were sure was of their just-turned-four-year-old. But no, it was a portrait of El's cat, Sebastian! N. must have taken it when they were here a few months ago; we all got a kick out of that.
Betty called just after I got home. She had run into an old classmate of ours from fourth grade, but didn't continue at St. James. I don't remember her at all.
Now I must get busy preparing for my new A. for A. class. Haven't heard back from Brenda, so will contact her within a few days.

Monday, September 11, 2017

Milestones

Walked the walk and did the Sunday morning stuff. Did computer stuff but after, found myself sleepy. I know why: I had stayed up a little later than usual, for one. Also, I usually set the alarm for 6:15, but woke up at 5:30 for--well, I don't want to be indelicate here (ha!) I think that was why I lay down on the couch about 10:00 am and actually dozed off for a bit.
Got up shortly, though, and went out for this and that, including more blueberries (my addiction). After lunch did the m. to l. walk, then stayed to read for a bit. I found a book published in 2014 by a woman who started as a maid in a big English household. She writes how how things were in the thirties and, boy, the book is pretty absorbing. I took it out and will continue.
Yesterday was the anniversary of my number one son and his wife. It still seems almost magical that they found each other and, especially, are the parents of marvelous Mr. K., whose birthday was the day before that (but several years later). Anyway, it's a fine thing. And TODAY is my darling daughter, Ellen's, birthday. Lucky am I and even luckier that I know it.

Sunday, September 10, 2017

This And All That

Walked Kimball. After breakfast, I looked into the SCAN flyers I had made up for last "Acting for Amateurs" course. Will modify and take them to the VCS meeting on Wednesday, the library, and a few other places.
As I promised Carole, I called Sue. It turns out she's been having big problems with her knees. She's already had surgery and there may not be much alternative to having it again, which she doesn't want to do. Anyway, we had a good talk. I was interested to learn that this time of year, thousands of sea lions come up on the California coast and cause lots of problems, especially if you live on a boat, as Sue and Mac do. Sue isn't on Facebook and asked me to look at Almar Marina's page. There's a nice piece on Sue and Mac, as Mac made a manikin out of SVC pipingm which the sea lions take for real and stay away. I copied it and e-mailed here the piece and three pictures. Anyway, I left it at "when you're able, give me a call and we'll get together." Called Carole to report on Sue and said I'd send her the marina write-up, also.
After lunch, I stopped into the office to see the new decor. I'm not a fan of retro fifties style, but this is actually pretty well done. Talked to the assistant manager and learned I won't be hit with a rent increase this year. That's good, but considering I pay more than anybody else with a one-bedroom in this complex, I should hope not.
Did the usual m. to l. thing. Took out Everything Is Illuminated, which got rave reviews a few years ago, but I had never read. It's very different from the usual, but so far, I like it.
I had e-mailed Ellen to ask if I could take her and Greg out for dinner for her birthday, which is tomorrow. She said yes and we'll meet at Jasmine Thai at 5:00--looking forward to it, of course.
Got home about 5:00 and stopped to tell Suzanne that Sharon had finally come back to T.O.P.S. She invited me in and we talked for a half hour or so. Suzanne invited me to a diabetes group presentation on healthful cooking, probably in November. (Part of her job is to organize these things, in addition to other duties.) She's going to a conference in San Diego next Saturday and will be gone until the following Wednesday--busy lady.
After dinner, I was playing my Big Fish game on this device, when I was delighted to get a Skype call from son Mike in Singapore. Talked to him and the girls--now 13 and 9, they're getting so big and so beautiful--and saw their (relatively) new digs. The apartment is elegant, but on the nineteenth floor; great views, but it's a little scary. It was wonderful to hear see them.

Saturday, September 09, 2017

Kimball, Lunch, and Mr. K.

Walked Kimball, changed, then sped over to T.O.P.S. I was somewhat surprised, but not upset, to find I had lost only four-tenth of a pound. I hadn't deviated from my usual, although I did skip my second walk on two days. No prob--I'll just chalk it up to a normal variable (whatever the hell that means).
The meeting was the usual combination of interesting exchanges and so-so limping along. Our leader, Lenny, conducted it, then was leaving for China at one o'clock in the morning. Boy, I'd love to go back there myself.
Instead, I did the next best thing: met Nancy for lunch at Mimi's Cafe. I had a coupon for two entrees for the price of one and we just applied it, then split the rest of the cost--(we thought). We had our usual good talk and both had the Cobb (it was named for a person, hence the capital "C") salad and glasses of Chardonnay. We didn't leave until it was almost 3:00 and I drove directly to the museum. Changed into my tennis shoes (formerly "sneakers") and did the walk, read for a bit, then walked back. When I got home, I looked on-line at my checking account and found I had been charged for both lunches. Printed it out, went back to Mimi's, talked to the manager, and it will probably be rectified by BOA in a few days.
Today is the birthday of a precious little boy in Tokyo, my younger grandson, Mr. K. Since his father won't allow either his image or his name to be shown on the Internet (except on "invitation only" Google Plus). I'll just say he looks like both his parents, is bright and exuberant, and today is FOUR YEARS OLD!*
* Well, this is a little anti-climatic: Where he lives, he was four yesterday.

Friday, September 08, 2017

Acting for Amateurs and Boring Books

Walked the walk, did a bunch of paper (computer) work, then stopped into SCAN to discuss the renewal of my contract for Acting for Amateurs.
Yes, indeed, Brenda wants me back, and we went over particulars of my contract. We decided on six sessions (as I had had in Jersey), with a performance at the end and I agreed to admit twelve, instead of ten, participants. She asked for what she called "an invoice," but said it could be in the form of a letter. I sent if off to her a few hours later as an attachment. Notably, I suggested a considerable increase in my compensation, based on the addition of sessions and so on. I'm willing to negotiate, though. I think I'll set up a Meetup page for this; it's fairly inexpensive and might be worthwhile.
Went to town as usual and had to admit I lost my library card. Got a new one with no problem, of course. I try to intersperse in my usual non-fiction reading some fiction here and there and picked up two books by some obscure mystery writer, who won some kind of even more obscure "award." Went from the libarary to Smart 'n' Final (the stupidest name for a supermarket--or anything else--I ever heard) and picked up some yummy fresh tuna steaks and other stuff. Called my brothers and Betty to tell them the news about Larry and the hurricane.
Hey, that sounds like a title: Larry and the Hurricane! Speaking of reading material, the two books I got yesterday bored the hell out of me after the first few pages and I'll take them back today.

Thursday, September 07, 2017

BCNN and Irma

Walked K., had breakfast, then changed and took off for the Beach Cities Neighbors and Newcomers monthly meeting at 9:30. They have a breakfast spread, of which I used to partake, but now just have fruit. Most of the stuff is sweet--muffins and so on--and even when I wasn't losing weight, I didn't eat it; I don't like sweet stuff in the morning.
Met Doris and Sherry there and they oohed and aahed, as we hadn't seen each other for some time. I wore my new straight-leg jeans, my shoe boots, and a white cam with maroon top over it. If I say it myself, I looked good.
The program was a fashion show, with members modeling clothes from Chico in Oxnard. It was only mildly engaging, but at least wasn't too long. Drove home after, did a few things and had lunch, then took off for town again. Did the museum to library walk after sitting in Mission Park and calling brother Larry in Miami.
I don't watch what passes for news on television, so haven't been following the progress of hurricane Irma news or even the northern California fire news. Until somebody mentioned it, I didn't realize Irma was still on her way. I wasn't able to get in touch with Larry and hoped that didn't mean he's been swept out to sea.
He hasn't, I'm happy to report. My niece, Elaine, put on Facebook that he, Helen, and one of their other daughters (they have four, plus two sons) were on their way up to Jacksonville to wait it out at yet another daughter's home.

Wednesday, September 06, 2017

My Computer and Father Berrigan

Got lots done and was in a buoyant mood all day.
When I opened the door at 7:15 for my usual Kimball jaunt, I was charmed to find a beautiful little origami swan. It's not the usual kind, but is pure white and kind of pleated--just lovely. I knew Suzanne had left it, along with a copy of Time magazine. I wasn't nearly as charmed by that, but I know she means well.
After breakfast, I cleaned up a bit in preparation for Victor, the computer guy. He got here, as promised, promptly at 10:00. Cleaned up a lot that was slowing the 'puter, but said he was unable to remedy the Word problem. Therefore, he installed a (free) substitute called Office Something. I was fine with that as all my documents are there and I can now add changes. While he was slaving away over the damn thing, I called Nancy and we made a date for lunch on Friday at Mimi's.
As soon as Victor left, I hauled my clothes to the laundry place. Set the timer for thirty minutes and spent that half hour using my trusty Chop Wizard on first, a big cauliflower, then cucumber, then chicken. By the time I finished, I had to put the stuff in the dryer, during which I used up the forty-five minutes it takes to go to the 99 Cent store for a few things. Zipped back home, got my clothes, had lunch (later than usual this time, about 2:15), then left for town.
Went the usual m. to l., then read for an hour.*
It was about 5:00 when I got home and I rang Suzanne's bell to thank her for the swan. She invited me in and we talked for a bit--always a pleasure with her. In fact, I repeated to her the note at the bottom.
Had salmon, fried mushrooms, and Brussels sprouts for dinner; to me, all that is yummy.
BCNN meeting today.
*What I chose was Daniel Berrigan's We Die Before We Live.
A living saint (well, he was living until April of 2016), Father Berrigan has written many books. This one is about his volunteer work at St. Rose Hospital on the hospice ward. What he writes is both spiritual and thoroughly human. I now want to read more by and about him. I do know enough to know that the day he's canonized is the day I'll return to the Church.
Fat chance.

Tuesday, September 05, 2017

Brothers

Kimballed my Kimball (I'm trying to jazz things up a bit, rather than start with the same thing every day. I don't want to omit the info, though.). After breakfast, I zipped over to WinCo for supplies, mostly veggies.
Called Alameda brother, Frank, who said he was "fair," which I think is an accurate assessment. His physical condition may--or may not--have improved, but he seemed a little more confused than he did. He used to follow the routine of a long walk, then a coffee shop every early morning; sadly, he can no longer do that. Called Virginia brother Jim after that. His Therese answered and we discussed her own "getting on" woes: She has had a neck condition for which she had surgery years ago. It's now worsening and she dreads the idea of having it again. She is an R.N. and knows the routine, I'm afraid. Think I'll call Florida brother, Larry, today, just to touch all brotherly bases.
Dressed for the widder lunch group and joined the gang at noon.
We had a new member: Elise, who lost her husband to cancer less than a year ago. The regulars there were Susan, Gayle, Carolyn, Donna, and me, and I had my usual: the tangerines I had brought myself and a nice glass of Chardonnay. You get a free piece of pie on Mondays--they even give it to me, although I don't order a meal--and I gave mine to Elise.
Went from there directly to town, parked at the museum and walked to the library. Wouldn't you know it was closed for Labor Day. That was all right, though, because I got my walk in. Got home earlier than usual, about 3:00, had a big dish of broccoli, then filled in my new password book. The old one was very messy with cross-outs and notations I don't use anymore.
Computer guy is due today at 10:00. I fervently hope he can get my Word back in shape.

Monday, September 04, 2017

Dudley House

Walked Kimball, had breakfast, did the crossword, and ran out to the store for blueberries. As I was getting in the car, I saw a tall, very thin man shuffling toward me on a walker. I surmised this was the "Ken" Suzanne had mentioned and was trying to help. I introduced myself and we chatted for ten minutes or so.
Ken has cataracts and can see very little. He can no longer drive and, according to Suzanne, is alone in the world. He had been an industrial engineer, never married, and seemingly, has no relatives at all. (That's a situation difficult for me to grasp, as I'm so rich in family, immediate and extended.) Anyway, I hope I can help in some way.
Showered, then dressed for Dudley House. My outfit looks good, but hoo-boy, was it hot with that stuff on. We're having a very uncharacteristic heat wave of 80s and 90s and Dudley House is not, of course, air-conditioned. However, I got there, Lynn and other docent, Connie, came shortly and I actually enjoyed the day. We had a total of nine people in four groups, all of whom were very interested and appreciative. I was simply a greeter, but I tried to incorporate some extra zing into my presentation by introducing myself as Caroline Dudley and giving a few facts about the house. The place is open for tours on the first Sunday of the month from 1 to 4. The three of us were able to chat in between "customers" and it was very enjoyable. I asked docent director Lynn for some brochures, which I'll bring to the VCS meeting this month.
Got home just as Suzanne did and I asked her to take my picture in the docent outfit. I changed and we then sat outside and talked for a half hour or so; always a pleasure to do that. Called Betty after dinner, as yesterday was the fourteenth anniversary of her Jay's death; we had a good, sisterly talk.
For the second day, I didn't get to the town walk, but will resume today.

Sunday, September 03, 2017

Good One

An enjoyable day. After walking Kimball and breakfast, I fooled around with my Dudley House costume. Added a black ribbon for around the neck and a gold chain with a fish on it. I'll take one of my fans, of course; I'm going to need it, as Dudley House isn't air-conditioned. This is not, of course, the kind of fan I have going as I type. The one I'll take to Dudley House has a wood frame and is made of old, gauzy material. You fan it out, then wave it back and forth in front of your face to create cooling air. Interesting concept.
Called Ellen, who said she was about to call me, as she wanted to go to Ventura and look for extra sheets at thrift stores. She knows I frequent those establishments and asked for recommendations. I decided on The Bargain Box and Cat's Cradle, both high-end types. She asked if I wanted to get manicure, too--sure thing--and she made appointments at 4:00 at Jessica Nails for both of us.
In the meantime, I ran out to Wal-Mart for a few items, including a birthday card for Mr. K., soon to be four years old. I wanted to send it off yesterday, and the gift (probably from Amazon Japan) will follow. I ran into Doris there and we chatted for a bit. I see her on Wednesday at the BCNN meeting.
El got here at 2:00 and we set off for the stores mentioned above, with a side trip to the post office. She didn't find the sheets she wanted, as she buys only 100 percent cotton and these were blends. She did buy a decorative pillow for her sofa and I bought a rockin' purple kind of sweater shrug. We then went to our nail appointments, after stopping at Wendy's for iced tea. She got gel, I got regular, and we both chose soft pink polish. By the time we left, it was five o'clock, so El dropped me off and we said goodbye.
I was home before I realized I hadn't don't the town walk for the first time in weeks, if not months. I go to Dudley House at 1:00 so probably, I don't do it today, either, but that's okay.

Saturday, September 02, 2017

Two Danas and the Townehouse

Busy day. Walked Kimball, then went to T.O.P.S. I was pleased to have lost another 3.8 pounds for a total of 34 off. Also, I'm now in the 140s (148.4), which is nice to know. We have a new member, Robin, who's on dialysis--I'm not sure the reason.
Had breakfast, then changed and tidied up a bit. Carolyn and her friend, Dana, came about 11:30. It's amusing that Carolyn's husband is also named Dana; I was told they refer to him as "Boy Dana" and her as "Girl Dana." We sat and talked for a bit; Dana was Carolyn's across-the-street neighbor for several years when they lived in one section of Santa Barbara; when they moved, Dana said, "I cried for days." She and husband--I assume they don't have children--bought a condo overlooking Grant Park just four months ago. She's 55, but retired and they go to Baja, California for annual, month-long visits. I suggested Jasmine Thai for lunch and we went there. It was good as ever; I had some kind of mild veggie stir-fry and a Singh beer.
After, we went to The Townehouse to visit Dana's mother, who lives there. It's been months since I've been to their Friday wine and music gatherings, but Activities Director Anne remembered me. I also saw Joe LaRocca and we greeted each other happily. Dana's mother has a nice two-bedroom on the seventh floor, with gorgeous views of the ocean. We were introduced, but unfortunately, she was in bed at the time; didn't feel well and she suffers with arthritis.
Carolyn and Dana dropped me off at my place later and I changed again, then drove to town. Damn, it was hot, but I walk on the shady side, so it was bearable. However, when I got to the library, I found it was closed because of the heat. No matter, as the walk is the important thing.
Stopped at WinCo on the way home and got lovely grapes, blueberries, and raspberries.

Friday, September 01, 2017

Nuttin' Much

The nurse--actually, nurses, as there were two of them--were at Kimball and my BP was better: 122/80. That was after my walk, though.
Nothing much going on yesterday except I spent a fair amount of time cleaning the apartment. Walked both walks, of course, and since I got up late, hot as hell. I decided I'd skip the afternoon one if it seemed iffy to walk in the heat. However, it was cooler in town and I walk on the shady side of Main Street, so I was okay with it.
I'm happy to say that "Victor" (Sacco or Sarno, I can't read my own handwriting), the computer guy, called me back and we arranged for him to come on Tuesday. Sounds like a classic nerd, actually.
I was annoyed with myself for sleeping so late--didn't get up until 7:00 and was afraid my little mechanical alarm clock didn't work. I set my phone to alarm mode and both went off as scheduled (6:15) this morning, so that's okay.
T.O.P.S. today, then niece Carolyn and her friend will cover over and we'll go to lunch.

Simply Spendid Sunday

I bused to Ojai and got there at 11:00. We waited until Ellen "did" her hair--which means using a kind of revolving brush/dryer to...