Ho-Hum

Just a ho-hum day. Walked Kimball early and met up only with Ed and Lola. The Sunday edition of the Ventura Star didn't arrive until after breakfast, but I at least had the Saturday one. Did the Sunday crossword at lunch.
Drove to Winco and The Dollar Tree for a few things, had lunch, then boarded the bus for town. Called Betty while on the way to hear some disturbing things I don't want to mention here. Got off at the library and walked down Main, but didn't go to The Promenade--just didn't feel like it. Stopped into the Child Abuse Thrift Store (that name really gets to me) and picked up two Victorian style albums for three bucks each. I think my old family pictures will look great in them.
Dropped stuff off when I got home, then drove to the bank for cash, after which I went to Von's for two more 16 ounce packages of blueberries. I'm addicted!
Nothing much going on otherwise.

FRUSTRATION DAY!

Gad, everything went wrong yesterday!  First of all, I got up at my usual, 5:15, did my usuals, then left for Kimball a little early, about 6:45. But what was this? The entrance gates were closed. I've been there before that early, but they were always open. I guess they were closed because it was Saturday and right after Christmas, so the center and indoor pool were closed.
I drove on to WinCo and got lots of veggies, plus some nice tuna steaks and raw shrimp. Back to Kinball to find the gates open, so did my walk. I met up with Carolyn, whom Bob had told me on Friday had had her hair done in Beverly Hills. Boy, do I love it! She wants to let it go gray and somehow, the stylist mixed in color (blonde) with the gray, so it looks very natural, not "roots gray and the rest colored." The cut, too, is terrific: very short, very youthful in a kind of tousled way. Think I'll ask her today how much she paid--a bundle, I'm sure.
Frustration number 2: Got home for breakfast a little late, at 8:10 or so, and--my newspaper wasn't out front!  Now this is more a disaster than a frustration; how can I have breakfast without my paper? I called and got the message I've gotten in the past that "production problems" had occurred, so the Ventura Star would be late. Damn, how could I eat? I have to read the paper during breakfast, then do the Word Jumble and the crossword puzzles, otherwise, I'd probably get indigestion. But I was hungry, so I grudgingly looked over the T.O.P.S. magazine, about as insipid a publication as I've ever seen. Paper came just after lunch.
Frustration number 3: I had to tackle various errors on my BOA account (middle name and address), just another hassle.
Frustration number 4: My Christmas gifts to my sons, a live donkey and a keyhole garden, both of which were to go to poor families in Africa or Asia, failed to arrive, although I had paid for them. Called the phone number for "Sendacow" and got a message it was no longer in service and to contact them on-line. I did, but haven't heard back.
Frustration number 4: A printer cable, was sent me in error from Amazon, instead of a little extra gift I had gotten for Ellen. I e-mailed and called and so on and hope all is resolved, but it was a hassle.
But, hey, things were looking up later. I finally got out and took the bus to Main, then walked to The Promenade. I went all the way over and up to Main the long way, about twice as long as I usually do. Took the bus home, then went out for a few things.
Suzanne came over while I was cutting up broccoli and we had a nice chat. We commiserated together over the damn Yandoo thing, and will try to change our server. But she also came over to ask if I wanted to go to the Pompano exhibit at the Reagan Library and I sure do. We'll go on Thursday, January in (gulp!) 2019.
It just occurred to me this is a crybaby post and I should be ashamed. But I'm not, so there!

Here And There

Walked Kimball, then went to T.O.P.S. I was sure I had gained, considering the Christmas holidays, and I had, but incredibly, only by five tenths of a pound.  I went to 129.9 from 129.4 so I'm still within my end point of 130. That's good. The meeting itself was the usual exercise in pointlessness and I didn't get breakfast until after 10:00.
After that, I called Yandoo, my TV and Internet provider, to set up an appointment, as they're "improving the service" and have to change my box. Oh, and guess what? After six months, customers must pay thirty bucks more a month, whether they want the "service" or not. And I don't. I'll have to see if I can get another provider, but I don't think I can here.
Ellen called to ask if I'd take her to Pep Boys on Monday at 10:00, as she has to have her brakes done and sure, I will. Unfortunately, she said the huge old tree in her front yard lost a third of itself, a big branch that fell into the street and the fire department had to come to put it on her lawn. Now she's having an arborist (?--well, Spellcheck doesn't know what it is) come to tell her if the tree can be saved.
I opened my 123 And Me kit and registered it, but haven't started the process yet. Incredibly, I got so caught up in participating in their many health surveys on-line, that I didn't run out to to store for lettuce until after my regular lunch time of 1:00 and didn't eat until after 2:00. I just enjoy doing those things, for some strange reason.
Got the bus to town and walked from the library to the mission and back, but I didn't get back home until 5:39. Had leftover chicken, sauteed mushrooms and onions for dinner, then spent time on this computer.

Mostly Memorabilia

Walked Kimball bundled up in sweater, coat, hood, and gloves--boy, was it chilly. Ran in to Diane and Irene, then Carolyn and Bob.
After breakfast, I spent several hours--until lunchtime, in fact--finding and assembling the genealogy items nephew Wes had requested. That included on the Byrne side, the book that supposedly takes us back to Adam. I also put in a lot of pictures and documents on both the Byrne and Figenshu sides. However, as I wrote Wes, I have such an enormous amount of family memorabilia, he'll have to come visit to really get to the bottom of it.
Mike had sent Paula's 123 and Me (incidentally, I haven't opened mine yet) to me and asked me to wrap and send to her in Singapore. However, they're not there now, they're in Hawaii, and will be for several more days--one of their practically monthly getaways.
I assembled and wrapped both packages, then walked to the P.O. to send. Got a bus from there to town, and while I was riding, I got a video call on the phone--happy day! This was the Tokyo Trio calling and I was able to see and talk to all three, including the adorable five-year-old, Mr. K. He and Mommy were busily making out New Year's cards, Mr. K. writing his name on them. My son, P., told me he had put on Skype a video of K. playing the piano, but I can't seem to find it. I'll keep trying.
It was so noisy on the bus that I got off to talk to the callers. Walked into a beauty parlor (no customers) and asked if I could talk in there, so I did.
After the call, I got on another bus and instead of my usual, I got off at the mission and walked the few blocks to Von's to pick up salad dressing and more blueberries (two for one this week). I then got on another bus for home. As I walked past the parking place, I saw Suzanne's car there, so knew she was home. Rang her bell to give her the mail I had picked up.
I got an email from Jim C., whom I had had in my acting class. He teaches philosopy at Ventura College and asked about getting together again. I immediately wrote back that I'd love to, and we'll set something else with another of my students, Char, who's older than I am, but seems pretty much
"with it," as we used to say.
I'll walk Kimball in an hour or so, then go to T.O.P.S. I'm prepared for a gain, considering what I ate over the holiday, but I'll address that subsequently.

Settling Back In Day

I slept soundly--I always do at Ellen's--and got up at 6:30. Dressed, poured my coffee, consulted this laptop for mail and so on, and did the jumble and crossword puzzle. El and Greg got up later and she again made me (I'm spoiled, I know it!) eggs and toast. I packed up, said goodbye with many thanks, and left for Ventura.
Much as I enjoyed my Christmas season stay in Ojai, I wanted to get back to my regular routine, so I parked at the museum, walked to The Promenade, then to Main, and back to the car. Stopped to get lettuce and made my lunch salad, as usual.
I picked up both Suzanne's and my mail and found more gifts, including a lovely studio portrait of Tokyo son, his wife, and little boy in traditional robes. I wish I could copy it here, but son forbids it. I also got a wonderful surprise: a 123 And Me ancestry kit from Mike, Paula, and the girls. Can't wait to find out where I came from. The Rosemary tree from dear daughter, El, is now on my coffee table, and I received pottery and a petroglyph pendent from The Other One.
I spent a fair amount of time unpacking, setting up my medication holders, and various other everyday chores. Sent text messages to all four of my children, either with thanks, or to respond to theirs. Also texted nephew, Wes, to tell him I'll send the Byrne genealogy book tomorrow (just to borrow) and got a nice note back.
Other than that, I walked only around the corner and back in the afternoon, stopping at Von's for blueberries. By the time I finished all the Facebook stuff I put on, it was time for din-din (6:00) and I was tired of the computer, anyway.*
*Or, as a childhood friend of mine used to say, "anyways."

Christmas Day

What an enjoyable Christmas! I woke up early, El and Greg not long after, and, with coffee, we gathered in the living room to open our presents. I got some nice gifts, including a wonderful Rosemary tree shaped like a little fir, with a gold bow on top. Another yummy scrambled egg breakfast, and hanging out doing this and that. Greg had promised to make a side dish for dinner at his mother's, so gathered up his root vegetables, garlic bulbs, and other spices. He asked if he could snip some fresh sprigs off my tree--well, sure, and he did. We had lunch, then took off for Santa Barbara. Greg had decided to skip Carolyn's, as it would take him some time to prep and cook, so we dropped him off at his mother's first.
Lots of family hubbub at Carolyn's, into which we settled happily. Betty and her entire family were there: Carolyn and Dana and their two, of course, plus Steve, Robyn, and Dex, and Wes and his three girls from Chicago. I few friends came in while we were there, so it was great fun.
I had a bit of spiced wine, then we talked and visited for an hour or so. Wes then sat down with me to ask some questions about our ancestry and we got into a rapt genealogical discussion. I told him I'd let him borrow the book my cousin wrote on the Byrne (Irish) side of the family and he'll send me a transcript of the tapes my mother (Figenshu on the German side) made years ago.
Greg's family was eating early and we left about 4:00 to join them a few miles away. Had a casual meal of tamales and Greg's root vegetables (superb) with his mother, brother, Frnak, SIL Pam, and three sons from Minnesota.
This is a good-looking family, the boys ranging in age from 17 to 20 and all three musically gifted (French horn, violin, and clarinet). Frank looks like what he is, I guess, a gastrointestinal/something else doc at the Mayo Clinic and Pam is very attractive. She looks remarkably young to have boys the ages she does, and we had fun talking.
It had been tentatively decided we'd all go to the movies (I'm not sure if they play games) and we went to the 7:00 show and saw The Mule, with Clint Eastwood. He looks like Methuselah's uncle, but the movie itself wasn't mildly engaging.
Said goodbye to Greg's family and El drove back to Ojai. We sat up for a bit after, my daughter and I smoking some, but it still didn't seem to have any effect on me. However, I slept soundly, as I always do here and am enjoying El's good coffee as I write.
(I got up at 6:30 and had the privilege of cleaning up after Sebastian, who had had one of his frequent gastric upsets. This resulted in the emptying his internal cavity and injecting the contents onto the floor, via both ends--UGH!)

Christmas Eve

Here I am at Ellen's in the snug little Meiners Oaks section of Ojai. Yesterday, I walked Kimball, straightened up around the apartment, then prepared my lunch, packed, and took off.  El already had the turkey (fresh) in the oven and a lot of dinner made.
After we ate lunch, I watched and kibitzed while she decorated a pretty little gingerbread house. It came with the frame already put together, and with various icings and other doodads. After, we added  ornaments to the tree and tidied up. Greg came in and we sat for a bit with the Pinot Girgio I had brought, then sat down for dinner.
Boy, was it good. The turkey was very tender, the stuffing was made-from-scratch like my mother used to, and the sides were tasty.
After they cleaned up (no, I'm a guest, so I sat), El and I played two rounds of Blokus, a fun and simple (that's the only way I like them) game, then the three of us settled into gin--the game, that is, not the booze.
An hour or so later, El put on Fargo, one of my faves, and we watched about half before I fell asleep. Turned in and slept soundly.

Ellen's And Elsewhere

I slept until practically the middle of the afternoon, 7:30, and skipped Kimball again. El made me a lovely scrambled egg breakfast, we chatted a bit, then I packed up and took off for home. I'll go back today and sleep over again. We'll go to Santa Barbara after opening presents and so on, first to Carolyn's to see Betty's gang, then to Roz'es, Greg's mother, where we've been invited for dinner.,
On the way home, I stopped into The Coalition in town. Their Christmas stuff was half off and wouldn't you know I had to buy two cone/Christmas trees, a pretty Christmas plate, and two Christmas stockings. It's a sickness, I tell you.
Put them in my car, then walked to The Promenade, then to Main; I didn't want to have a day without any exercise at all. Circled back and drove home, first stopping to pick up tomatoes, lettuce, grapes,  zucchinis, and blackberries. On the way, El called to ask me to pick up a bottle of wine for tonight. I got a kick out of her saying, "please pay at least fifteen dollars for it." Ha--she knows how cheap I am! ("But what's wrong with Tisdale at $2.78 a bottle? There's no difference, except it doesn't taste as good.")
After lunch, I cut up about three pounds of tomatoes and two big onions, added olive oil, vinegar, and Italian seasoning, and popped it in the oven. Also cut up the zucchini with onions--cooked them up and froze some.
By the time I was finished my food prep, it was getting late and I decided to drive to BevMo to get the wine, instead of busing. What a madhouse! There were actually police directing traffic, it was so jammed. However, I got a parking space, ran in, got a nice young woman to advise me on what good wine to buy and she directed me. Bought two, one to give Roz as a hostess gift. I thought I had a gift wine bag, but I didn't, so will have to stop and buy one.
Showered, washed my hair, and I'm ready to go back to El's for lunch--yay!

My Day And Marijuana

I skipped Kimball because--notorious procrastinator that I am--I was under the gun for a number of tasks. I completed them after breakfast: changed my bed, did a load of wash, packed my suitcase, wrapped all the Ojai presents, finished the letter to Dave Perry and sent it off with a card, and inspected what was left in the fridge. I knew I wouldn't be eating at home for a bit, so I froze some things to retrieve later.
I had so many things to take to Ellen's, I took several trips to the car. These included suitcase, birthday and Christmas presents, outdoor clothing, my lunch salad, and so on. Got there before 1:00, then El and I ate. She had made tamales and I had one with my salad. I'm not sure I've ever had one before (I've had other Mexican food), but it was so good.
Greg came home and after a bit, we went out to look for a tree. Went to a highway robber hardware store in Ojai, where prices ran $67.00 and up for even the small ones!. El started negotiating and got forty percent off, but that wasn't enough, so we left. Went to a place in Oak View and saw  nice ones that were considerably less expensive and she and Greg chose one. She even bargained that down before she bought it--that's my girl!
Home, she and Greg set it up in front of the window and strung it with those beautiful little fairy lights. We put some ornaments on, but it was then time to go to my birthday dinner, so we'll add more today. We went to Osteria Monte Grappa, which specializes in northern Italian cuisine and it was just delicious. The place was packed when we got there about 6:00, but luckily, had to wait only about five minutes. After we were seated, a number of other parties arrived and they had a much longer wait. I had penne with sausage and other things in it--just about the best pasta I've ever tasted--plus Chianti, of course. Greg had the same, El a dish with pesto, and, of course, good bread with oil and a wonderful balsamic vinegar for dipping.
After a leisurely meal, we went home for dessert. El served cupcakes, mine with a candle, they sang The Song, and I opened my presents. Got some nice things, including a coin counter, which I had wanted, a handmade necklace in a tiny mug, and a handmade birthday card from adorable Mr. K.
Then---finally, at long last, I got to smoke the marijuana El had given me weeks ago.  She did, too, although Greg didn't indulge. I had been anxious to see the effects, but was nervous about being alone when I did.
Now I'm still not sure. The thing was, I had had a fair amount of wine at dinner and felt its effects, all right--a nice little buzz. El had said the pot makes you giggly and she and I did, indeed, giggle and laugh a lot while the three of us played gin. However, we often giggle and laugh together, so the question is--was it the marijuana, the wine, or the mother and daughter thing? Not sure, so I'll have to try it again (heh-heh).
We then watched No Country For Old Men, which was well done, but not my cup of tea. I fell asleep in the middle, so went to bed after a lovely celebrating-my-birthday day.

T.O.P.S. And Treats

Sort of an up and down day, but not bad. I walked Kimball, then changed and went to T.O.P.S. I was down a pound, to 129.4, which was okay. I had volunteered to run the program and read a paragraph about the history of obesity (only very recently did it become a health program). I had typed out multiple choice questions, then had the group  take turns reading them and discussing the actual answers. I slyly added a last question, concerning the calorie count for Carrow's mega-breakfast: Is it 750, 1200, or 1440. Yep, the last one--and this is where everybody wants to go in January. Hey, each to her own.
I was pleased that Sharon gave me an invitation to her husband's seventieth birthday party in January and I'll attend. They're an interracial couple with lots of children, grandchildren, and great-grands, although Sharon is only in her sixties. Should be fun.
Got a card from my old friend, Dave P., who had been systems manager for HR at Rider. Dave retired shortly after I did and lives in Point Pleasant, NJ. I wrote him a card and included a long letter, which I haven't finished yet, about my recent sojourn to Jersey. Haven't seen him for 12 years, but we keep in touch.
I called Betty to say happy birthday and we talked. I regretted a bit I had turned down Carolyn's invitation to join them for dinner, and even toyed with the idea of calling to accept. But I would have had to stay over and I just didn't want to--I'll be staying at El's tonight.
Anyway, I cheered up later and went to WinCo for items I forgot on Thursday. Had lunch, then took the bus to go to the songfest gathering at Cypress Point Independent Living. It was  pleasant and the champagne punch and eggnog with brandy, along with nibbles, were yummy.
El called after dinner and we had a long, good talk concerning our plans for the coming days. I'll bring my lunch to her place in a few hours, help her decorate the tree, and she, Greg, and I will go out for my birthday dinner. What a treat!

A Quest And A Meeting

After walking Kimball (and I was pleased to see Irene back, as she's been ill), I made out another Christmas card to send Greg's mother. Went to WinCo for Dave's Killer Bread, iced tea mix, and lettuce, then to Sprout's for blueberries. Bought El a present in Kohl's and while I was there, Betty called. She asked me to scan this article:
from The Atlantic City Press of December 22, 1936 and send it to Carolyn, so she could print it out and give to Betty to show people. She asked if I could do it by 5:00, as she was going to a Christmas gathering where she lives. Said I'd try, then I went on a quest.
Now, I don't, as a rule, wear "Christmas jewelry." Frankly, I think it often looks tacky. However, I decided to wear green and white and I thought a tasteful red bauble would look nice with it. Looked in Koh's--nothing. Went to two 99-Cent store--nope. Drove home, then got the bus  to the mall  and looked at Target--uh, uh. Searched in Sears, Penney's, and some smaller stores and came up empty. I then decided the hell with it.
Got home and had a bite, then showered and dressed. Instead of actual Christmas stuff, I wore a red rose in Lucite and matching screw-on earrings, a set I've had for at least sixty-four years, as I remember wearing them in high school.
Went to the Humor & Drama Toastmasters Christmas meeting, which was--well, somewhat bizarre. Judi, the leader or something, is about my age (as of this very day, 82), but was decked out in the predictable: Christmas tree lights necklace, Santa hat, and so on. The "program," if you can call it that, was a snooze fest, aside from Fern explaining the new member packet. John C., who is one of those obnoxious old men who thinks his every word is golden, read--yeah, he always reads, except when he rambles on, pointlessly yet this is supposed to be a public speaking group--a long, predictable story about judging and buying Christmas trees when he was a kid. Then, Dick, a etired cardiologist who's really, really old, read something he called "The Magi." Two seconds in, he mentioned "Della," and I knew, of course, it was O. Henry's hoary old piece, The Gift of the Magi, published in 1905! We studied it in high school and I didn't even like it then, but we had to sit through a long, ponderous recitation--AAGH!
At least, there were refreshments half-way in, although three-quarters of them were cookies and cakes, which I didn't want to eat. Had some seafood appetizers, crackers, raspberries, and a few swallows of lukewarm iced tea--store bought and pretty disgusting.
I was asked to talk about my Christmas memories, which I did, and crazy Annette said she had a cold, was saving her voice, then presented me with a children's book of The Night Before Christmas and asked if I'd read it. Oh, good grief! I reluctantly said I would, but luckily, there wasn't time, and I didn't.
Anyway, I dunno. I resigned from the Poinsettia group because it seemed too serious, but this is so far the other way, it sometimes seems to be an extension of the funny farm. Well, guess I'll stay in for now, but it's anything but stimulating, I'm afraid.
Betty called during the meeting to thank me for the article; I'll call her today to wish her happy birthday.

Aloha And An Angel

Another fun and active day. Walked Kimball and after breakfast, wrote out some more Christmas cards. Dropped them in the mail slot here and drove to the store for lettuce and stuff. Called a particular place in Santa Barbara and arranged for a birthday gift for Betty. Made lunch, ate, then took off for the bus. At that point, Ellen called to see if I wanted to celebrate my birthday tomorrow, although she and Greg have to work, or Saturday and go early to help her trim the tree, then stay over. I opted for the latter and am looking forward to it.
It wasn't too warm, so I was glad I wore my coat. Got off at the mission and walked down Main, stopping in a few stores looking at this and that, but didn't buy anything. When I got to the library block, I veered toward the beach and The Promenade. Walked to the fairgrounds and by the time I got back to the Aloha, it was 4:00 and time for Happy Hour.
Carolyn and Nancy were already there and we sat on the patio, which is protected from the wind and was comfortable. I had an Aloha dark ale--pretty good--and yummy broiled potato skins, with cheese and bacon. Nancy gave each of us socks she had knitted, mine purple with a pattern and little green beads in them.
We had a good time and left when it started to get dark. I refused with thanks Carolyn's offer to drive me to Main and walked there. I was about to stop in the library when Betty called and we had a nice chat. I got a book (first volume of Bing Crosby's bio), then went across to the bus. At that point, neice Carolyn called to invite me to go to dinner with them tomorrow. I declined with thanks and now we're trying to figure out a way for me to see nephew Wes, who will be coming in from Chicago, but leaving on the day after Christmas. Tentatively, I'll go Christmas Eve morning just for a few hours; if El doesn't, I'll just take the bus in.
I met Tony L. on the bus. He used to be at SCAN and is now director of something or other at the Y. and we enjoyed talking.  I always liked him.
When I got  home, I found on my door a card and a lovely little angel in cloth. They were left by Suzanne and happily, I had her present ready, a coloring book (yes, she likes to do that, but I don't hld it against her) I had bought when I was in New Mexico. I quickly wrapped it, rang her bell, thanked her for the angel, and gave it to her. We sat and talked comfortably for a half hour or so, then I said good night--and goodbye, as she leaves for Arizona on Sunday morning.
Nice day, but now I'd better get serious about finishing my Christmas shopping.

"Beautiful Boy"

A fun day. Walked Kimball, did the usual, then wrote out some Christmas cards--I have more to go--and walked to the P.O. to mail and buy more stamps. By the time I left there, I thought I might as well catch the bus instead of going home and back, so I did. Got off at Telephone and walked the half-mile or so to the library branch. I saw at least three books I want to take out, but decided to wait, as I didn't want to lug them around yesterday. Caught yet another bus to get me to the WinCo Shopping Center, after which I walked the few blocks to the Regency. I was very early, but so was Nancy, so that was all right.
We saw Beautiful Boy and wow, it was intense. I had read the father's book a few years ago when it came out, so had some idea of the circumstances. It was so well done, so real, so absolutely riveting, that we both sat enthralled.
After, we went to The Cave, where Nancy treated me to lunch with wine for my birthday. We both got burgers and--I guess because I rarely eat beef--they tasted divine. Had a great time talking, as ever, then Nance drove me home; got in about 4:00.  I'll see her again this afternoon at 4:00 at the Aloha Happy Hour.

The Ocean Gets Mad

(I forgot to mention that I had gone to Five Points on Sunday and finally, at long last, got the car washed. Wouldn't you know, it then dripped rain yesterday and it's all spotted again--drat!)
Walked Kimball, had breakfast, then did a load of wash. Called Nancy and wheedled her into a movie (Beautiful Boy) today and The Cave after for a glass of  bubbly, even though she's in the midst of a knitting frenzy. Will meet her at noon.
After I retrieved the wash, I finally, at long last (another put-off item!) went to get a pedicure.  It wasn't as much an ordeal as usual and I made an appointment for a manicure on Thursday morning. I have Toastmasters that evening and the next day--well, maybe I'll be taken out somewhere.
Stopped for cauliflower, green peppers, and tomatoes after Jessica Nails. I chopped up the first two, put the c. in the slow cooker, and decided to stir-fried the peppers with onions for dinner. Put the cauliflower in the slow cooker and took off for town.
Got on the bus in the rain, but didn't bring an umbrella, as I was sure it would stop by the time I got to town. It did and it wasn't much of a rain, anyway. Stella called while I was riding and we had a long talk. Got off the bus on Main, walked to The Promenade and--
Oh, Mama! The ocean was in a wild phase, with huge rollers pounding the pier and the shore. I'm afraid my pictures don't do justice to it, but it was quite exciting to see. I even went on the pier--at the beginning, as the far part was closed off by the time I got there--and viewed the scene from there. Nature is a pip, all right.
I stayed for an hour or so, then walked to Main and the library. Didn't leave there until almost 5:00 and didn't get home until almost 6:00, but that was okay. Besides the veggies I had prepared earlier, I had some yummy fresh jumbo shrimp for dinner.

'The Perfect Firestorm"

Walked Kimball, then followed the Sunday routine. After, I wrapped the little gifts for the girls in Singapore, then walked to the P.O.--open on Sunday!--and mailed it. I ran into Donna C. while there and we had a nice chat. I said I'd see her today at the widder lunch and she reminded me we're not having it until January. Darn, I had forgotten that. Good thing I saw her, as I would have gone and found no one there.
Home, had lunch, then jumped in the shower. Dressed and picked Diane up at 2:15 and drove to the museum. The documentary, "The Perfect Firestorm," was just superb, we thought, and we greatly enjoyed it. It was beautifully done--worthy of national viewing, it seems to me--and I'm going to join the local organization that put it together: CAPS Media. It was introduced by the director, who explained that membership is open to anyone living in Ventura.
I took Diane home and got in close to 6:00 after an interesting day.Here's the trailer for "The Perfect Firestorm":

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zv1swUcfU3U

In Town And Out

Walked Kimball, natch, then wrapped a little gift for Mr. K. in Tokyo. For the rest of his family, I gave a keyhole garden to people in Africa. Took the package to the P.O., which was, naturally, jammed--the line went almost out the door. However, everybody was in a jolly holiday spirit and we bantered with each other and the mail people, so it was fun. I have one more package to send, then I have to turn my attention to gifts for Ellen, Greg, and Betty. Drove up the 99 Cent Store on Main, the only place I can buy a particular kind of rice cakes--much tastier and much less caloric than Quaker's.
Home to do this and that on the laptop and phone.
Betty called. Every time I convince myself to be optimistic and reassured that things aren't so bad, I get corrected when I talk to her. I finally texted Betty's DIL, Robyn, to ask why she and Steve hadn't responded to Connie's e-mail about the Maritime Museum thing. Darn, wouldn't you know--both of them had changed their addresses and I didn't know that. Got the original sent and called Connie to apologize.
After lunch, I took the bus to town about 2:30. Walked to The Promenade and wow--I had to actually hold my hat on my head, it was so windy. Went back to Main to the library and read a bio of Agatha Christie until it was time to meet Suzanne at the park at 5:30.
She was there exactly on time and we enjoyed viewing the lighted fir trees, decorated by various companies and organizations in Ventura. After that, Suzanne drove me to a neighborhood near ours to see a particularly spectacular, light-filled house.
Home by 6:30 and had a fresh tuna steak for dinner.

T.O.P.S.y Turvey Thinking

Walked Kimball, then high-tailed it home to make "tasties" for the T.O.P.S. spread. I had quite a bit of deli roast beef, peppered turkey, and chicken breast left from my little luncheon, and decided to make little roll-ups with pickles in the middle, secured with toothpicks. I did that hastily when I got home and they didn't turn out very pretty.
Actually, they were probably the least attractive item on the menu, but I didn't really care. Others brought deviled eggs, meatballs, and rather peculiar dried pineapple slices. Sharon, of course, went all out, having made Vienna sausages; a kind of sushi with crab meat; little muffins; dough filled with cream mixture; and three desserts: a Cool Whip concoction plus both chocolate and vanilla parfaits. She--and everybody else, of course--made enough for maybe fifty people if they were starving and there were  our usual twelve  members. And remember, folks, this is a weight loss group!  And we were having this feast at nine o'clock in the morning!
Am I suggesting I abstained? Hell, no, I ate my fill, called it breakfast, and wished I had a cup of coffee to go with it. Come to think of it, nobody brought anything to drink; maybe next time, I will--bloody Marys would be great, but I'm afraid Trinity Lutheran would frown on that.
The group is also planning to gather after our first January meeting to go to--well, I guess it will be brunch. I suggested Aloha, but that didn't go over, so we'll go to Carrow's* on Seaward Street. If I'm not mistaken, this is a chain--god forbid we go to a nice place--but oh, well, I'll grin and bear it.
As for my weight, I was up to 130. I'm not surprised considering the leeway I've allowed myself recently, but now I'm going to resume the straight and narrow.
The rest of the day was all buying, wrapping, packing, and sending off Christmas presents for the New Mexico and New Jersey contingents. That took up until dinnertime anyway, and I still have more to buy and send.
Suzanne stopped over to ask if we could meet this evening in town at 5:30 to see the Christmas tree display we had decided we'd go to. Sure, I'll take my walk first, then meet her and she can take me home. I hope I can persuade her to go to dinner first--we'll see.
*I looked up Carrow's menu and the entrees for breakfast are downright obscene when it come to unhealthiness. For instance,they feature platters of eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, hash browns, all in triplicate and this mega-breakfast totals 1440 calories. I also looked up what the average woman requires to lose a pound a week: depending on whether she's sedentary or moderately active, she does it on 1500 to 1800 calories. I consider myself moderately active, but only one other person in the group besides me is even that active.  What in the hell are my fellow T.O.P.S. members thinking?

Back To The Routine

Walked Kimball, drove to various stores for this and that, and pretty much settled back into my regular routine. Well, maybe not exactly, as my had phone conked out. I waited until 1:30 to go to Cricket, as I knew Amanda started work then. Had my usual lunch of a huge salad, then went to Office Max for printer ink; Cricket is on the next block.
I was there for an hour and a half, picking out a new phone, modifying the monthly charge, having my data transferred, and so on. However, I didn't mind, as I like Amanda so much. She was  incredibly outgoing about her life, including various serious difficulties in the past. She has a daughter and a "partner"--I assume she must be bi, as she was married to a man, but her partner is a woman. I have no objection to that, because there's no reason I should.
Anyway, I like talking to Amanda and got my phone all taken care of by 3:00. I drove home just to leave my car off, then high-tailed it to the bus stop. Got off at the library to leave a book and to pick up a bio of Nat King Cole. Walked to the museum to reserve seats for Diane and me when we're going to a documentary there on the Thomas Fire, which we lived through last December. It's easy to forget that some people didn't live through it--or its aftermath, the mud slide in Montecito.
Walked back to the library bus stop when it was full dark, but got home fine.

Luncheon

Walked Kimball, then, of all things, my phone quit. Picked up some rolls at Von's, then stopped at the Cricket phone store, talked to Amanda, and found out it will probably have to be replaced. Didn't have time to do it then, so left, and went home to continue preparing for my guests.
Nancy and Carolyn came on time, at noon and I showed them around the place, then we sat down with wine and mixed nuts (Carolyn was driving, so had soda), talking and talking happily. I served lunch after about an hour and it made a big hit, modest though it was. We were sorry Diane couldn't have joined us. We talked about our next Happy Hour meetup and decided on Aloha--a parking garage is right next door for the outlanders, Nancy and Carolyn, and it's an easy walk for me from Main. Carolyn can either get the Axxess van or the bus.
The two didn't leave until about 5:00, after which I cleaned up. I thought I'd go into town even then, but I had had a fair amount of both wine and beer, so didn't. I did this and that on the laptop, then lay down on my bed and fell asleep until 10:30! I just got up to take my meds, went right back, and slept until after 6:00.
T.O.P.S. tomorrow and I'm pretty sure I've gained, even from last week. We'll see.

Prep For Lunch

Walked Kimball, then spent most of the day on chores, especially preparing for my luncheon guests. I did a load of wash, dusted and mopped the hard floors, and otherwise cleaned up the place. Went to Von's for cold cuts: turkey breast, roast beef, and pepper chicken. Also picked up some "pocket"  pita bread, but I'm not sure how that'll work. I tried one and it tore before it opened. I then read you're supposed to warm it first. Think I'll skip the pockets and get get some rolls.
Also bought lettuce, tomatoes, cucumber, grapes, and feta for the salad. I had thought I'd make an apple crisp for dessert, but just didn't feel like it. Instead, I bought a box of chocolate pudding mix and the milk to go in it--the cooked  kind, of course, I'd never give a guest--or my worse enemy, for that matter--the horrible no-cook kind. Bought a carton of heavy cream, which I'll whip to put on the  the pudding.
Went to Wal-mart for shampoo and face scrub and ran into Diane--the park Diane, that is. She said Irene's down with a cold, which is why I didn't see her at Kimball. I didn't get my afternoon walk--just didn't have time--but will today after Carolyn and Nancy leave.

Home Again, Home Again, Jiggety-Jig...

We had a good time at Betty's!
Got to Santa Barbara at 11:00 and niece Carolyn picked me up at the Courthouse. We went directly to Betty's, then she and I walked down the street to the Natural Cafe for lunch. After, w played Scrabble, a game I greatly dislike,* which Betty won by a huge margin.
I persuaded my twin sissy to walk to State Street, then to the next block to the mall. She did, with some complaints at the distance (it couldn't have been more than a mile in total, if that). Browsed in a few of the stores and sat down twice for her to rest, but we made it.
Carolyn came back with her daughter, Claire, and we visited for a while. After that, Betty served a casual dinner of salad and sandwiches, which tasted great to me, as I rarely eat sandwiches. We then watched the Eagles/Cowboy football game, an exciting squeaker to fans--including Betty--and a snooze fest for me, but I like the bright colors.
Betty has a new couch which opens into a bed, but it's very hard and she insisted I take her bed, which I did. Slept like a log; in fact, I didn't get  up until 6:30. Betty made good coffee and we drank it while we talked. I told her I wanted to walk--I knew she wasn't anxious to and she said she stay in to tidy up. She did and I walked down State Street, the main drag, until it forked into State and de la Vina. Walked back, looked it up, and was pleased to find I had gone a bit more than two and a half miles.We then walked to State and had breakfast at a Chik-fil-lay. I greatly dislike anything at a fast food place, especially what they call breakfast, but the sausage, egg, cheese on a muffin was okay.  The coffee was truly horrible, however.
Back to Betty's and we went to the common room, a very pleasant, well-appointed place, and sat with three women for about 45 minutes. We talked about a variety of topics, of course, and they seemed like nice people. Carolyn then picked us up and took us to her house to see her Christmas tree and decorations.
After, she took us to town for a bit, then picked up her two children, who had to go to the orthodontist. We said an somewhat tearful goodbye (the older I get, the more emotional I've gotten) when we dropped Betty at her place. Once the two kids were finished, Carolyn dropped me at the Coastal Express bus stop, which came exactly on time. After the short ride on the city bus, I got home by 6:00 pm.
*Since I'm surely a word person, this seems odd even to me. I have an idea about why I avoid the game, but there's no point in mentioning it here.

Here And There By Car And Bus

Walked Kimball, had breakfast, then addressed several Christmas cards and wrapped the little ornament for Baby Samantha. Took them to the P.O. and mailed. Went to the Bargain Box for a succulent for Betty, but it was only 10:00 and I saw it didn't open until noon.
I knew I wouldn't get an afternoon walk in because of my 3:00 hair appointment, so I drove to town, parked at the museum as I used to do in the pre-bus days, and walked to The Promenade. After, I stopped into a store I've passed so many times--"B On Main"--and discovered they have the cutest things. Picked up gifts for Mike and the girls--must add something for Paula.
Home for lunch, after which I called niece Carolyn and we had a nice chat; she'll pick me up this morning in Santa Barbara. Took the bus to the mall and walked to Penney's. Picked up some extra little things for V. and V., then went to the salon for my color and cut.
Mary took me slightly early, but even so, I hate getting my hair done. It seems to me a horrible ordeal and this was no better than usual, but at least my hair looks good. I love the cut she gave me, although how long it will last is anybody's guess.
It was dark by the time I got out and boarded the bus, but no prob, I'm used to that. Betty called while I was riding to tell me she thinks Muckie is having a gall bladder attack. Hmm...well, I assume she has a doctor, so why call me?  Dunno.
Note: I'm not taking my laptop with me to SB, so won't blog here until Monday.

Lunch at Diane's

Back in my routine, I walked Kimball in somewhat chilly weather which became beautifully sunny later. Went to T.O.P.S. to get weighed in, but begged off staying for the meeting. For one thing, I wanted to get ready for my lunch at Diane's and for another, I knew the program was going to consist of chair exercises, which bores the hell out of me. I was up a bit from last week, to 128.3, but I'm perfectly okay with that.
Had breakfast, showered, and dressed, then went out to wait for the van. It came within the time frame I had been told, and I got to Diane's a few minutes before noon. She greeted me at the door, then we took the elevator to her second floor flat.
There's no question this is a very small apartment. I'm not sure of the actual dimensions, but it's noticeable smaller even than Betty's in Santa Barbara, which is  pretty small itself. However, it has a nice balcony with a lovely view of the green lawn, trees, and hills in the distance. This is a low-income, senior citizen residence, run by the Salvation Army, and is one of the nicest I've seen. For Diane, it's an enormous improvement on her last digs, a studio at the Ventura Inn. 
At this point, she has little furniture aside from a futon sofa, a small table, and folding chairs, but all that is inconsequential when your eyes move to the living room wall. She has two, very large (maybe  3 by 5 feet) gold-framed pictures, one of the Archangel Michael, the other another angel. They look to be from the 16th century or so and they are just spectacular; Diane said she bought them for $500 each in Mexico, where she lived for 15 years. Gorgeous.
We had a nice lunch of Asian salad, something like blintzes with cheese in them, and  what you might call eggplant fritters, baked, with a white spread on them. It was all very good, especially as we shared a  bottle of Chardonnay.
After lunch, we went to a gathering room down the hall to see Crazy Rich Asians.  I had seen it before, but liked it and enjoyed it again. It was over about 4:30, we went back to her place, then I gathered my things and went outside to wait for the van. It came in a few minutes and off I went after a very enjoyable day.

Rainy Again

It was a somewhat disjointed day, but not bad. The rain was still coming down--or coming down again--when I got up and I didn't walk. I just didn't feel like putting on boots and sloshing around a deserted park for a mile and a half, so shoot me.
 Instead, I got a fair amount of seasonal chores done, such as retrieving my large Christmas angel from the closet, looking over gifts and wrapping, and addressing the descendants' cards, as well as selecting some clothes I'll bring to Betty's to see if she can use them.
Went to the post office to mail off Greg's birthday card and something for my DIL, but came back shortly. I got so engrossed in the Christmas stuff, I didn't stop until lunch. After that, I walked over to Von's for dishwasher detergent. By the time I finished my preliminary stuff, it was 3:00 o'clock and I jettisoned the afternoon town walk, too.
Instead, I took a dry (bus) run to Diane's neighborhood. While I waited for what seemed hours for the second bus, I called the Access van and arranged to be picked up by them today for lunch at Diane's.  However, I still boarded and rode close to her place. Stopped at a shop and bought some cute little napkin holders--gingerbread men and they're so cunning!--gawd, I must be nuts.

Happy Hour

I was determined to resume walking Kimball, and I did. Saw the regulars, who welcomed me back. After breakfast, I put a few pounds of chicken thighs in the oven, with oil and seasonings; I'll freeze these, and have them for later.
After, I dug out all my bought gifts and the ones I've ordered, recorded them, and determined what more I need to get. Drove to various stores for Christmas cards (special ones for the grand- and great-grandchildren), plus a few other things. By that time, it was after my usual 1:00 lunchtime; in fact, I didn't eat until 2:00.
As had been predicted, it had started to rain by then and was actually a little chilly. I dug out my boots, umbrella, and gloves, donned my raincoat, and set off for the bus. Got to Lure before 4:00 to find Diane already there on the enclosed patio. I was sorry to hear she can't come to lunch next Wednesday with the other two, but she has a prior commitment. However, she invited me to her new place for lunch tomorrow and I accepted with pleasure. After chatting for a bit, we looked around and discovered that Carolyn and Nancy were already inside in a booth, so we went in to join them.
We had our usual congenial good time. At one point, I pulled out the gift Ellen had given me, made a gesture of using it, and we had a ball laughing over it. I promised Diane I would take her to Ojai Greens, and we'll do that maybe next week.
We left about 5:30, and I boarded the bus, as usual. The rain had almost stopped--it was just a piddling little  California spritzing, anyway--and I got home with no problem. Betty called to say she had forgotten when I was going there (Sunday, and will stay overnight) and El called just to chat.
I want to stop at The Bargain Box today to see if I can pick up a succulent as a new-home gift for Diane.

Out And Around

Boy, did I feel lousy when I got up. All those cookies with all that sugar I ate at the widder dinner, made me feel sickish. I even skipped Kimball again--I don't want to do that too often--and ate breakfast late because I wasn't even hungry.
Happily, I bounced back before too long. Got gas for the first time since I bought the car, found a shade for the new lamp at Wal-Mart (it was not only less expensive, it actually goes better with the style of the lamp) and went to Vons and WinCo for fruit and stuff. I drove to all those places, but after lunch, took the bus to town.
I seem to be following a pattern: Drive in the morning, take the bus in the afternoon, and that works out well for me. I got off at the library and walked to The Promanade--the beautiful Pacific now tranquil as its name--then to Main. Stopped into Arc and bought four DVDs: Perry Como, Nat King Cole, his daughter, Natalie, and a medley of the oldies which features Fred Astaire and others. I happened to see a very pretty top--white, with a kind of lacy trim--and picked it up for a song.
Made a appointment for a color and cut and ordered a few Christmas presents on line. This year, I want to really get a jump on Christmas--which I say every year, but never do. However, I'm a lot further along than I ever was before.

Soaring Spirits And Christmas Cookies

Walked Kimball, but still with the sore throat and cough. Oddly, though, I felt better and better as the day wore on, although all I took was aspirin. Maybe that was because I just decided to ignore the damn thing and go about my business.
Changed the bed and did a large load of wash, and decided I'd attend the widder group dinner. However, I didn't have an ornament to exchange. Also, I needed to get a shade for the lamp I had bought at The Coalition. Drove to Target at the mall and saw some, but for ten bucks? The lamp only cost $4,99, so before I pay that, I'll look elsewhere. Left the car at the mall and boarded a bus to town. Bought a pretty angel ornament, but found no shade. I'll look at a few more places, but if I don't find one, I'll get the Target one. Showered and dressed for the dinner and took two buses to the Stone Fie Grille.
There were fifteen of us there, which included two men (I think that's a pretty fair representation of widows and widowers overall) and we had a great time. I got my favorite roasted cauliflower and Chief  Peak beer and even added a bottle of prosecco* after. Susan brought dozens of homemade cookies, little men and stars and Christmas trees--with icing!--and I went hog wild; I must have had six of them. My tummy still feels a little uncomfortable, but hey, it was worth it. Now I feel we're in the holiday season.
Vera took me home and as I walked to my place, I met up with Patrick and we chatted. I told him I wanted to invite him, Gordon, and Suzanne over for dinner, got his number, and will call him soon.
*That's a type of champagne which Nancy likes and the idiots at SpellCheck, isolated as they are in their little cubicles, aren't civilized enough to know how to spell. (Oh, okay, neither did I until I looked it up.)

Cold

I felt so lousy when I woke up with a sore throat, I didn't walk Kimball. After I got up, moved around a bit, had coffee, and took two aspirins, I felt a lot better. I decided to do what I had planned: Retrieve my Christmas decorations from storage (two small closets over the large ones) and that's what I did. I was pleased that I had donated some of the stuff I had last year, but there are still things I intend to get rid of. Put my little Xmas doo-dads here and there, including my wreath and snowman at the door, and it looks pretty nice. However, I want to get some Christmas pillows for the sofa.
Feeling better still, I went out to replenish my staples. Got blueberries, grapes, spinach, cherries, and other goodies.
After lunch, I got the bus into town. Walked the The Promanade, then to Main, as usual. Stopped at The Coalition and got a lamp for my desk and a few other items. Home to prepare my salmon, plus several veggies for dinner.
I called Nancy to tell her I may not be at Soaring Spirits dinner tonight--depends on how I feel. I hate to miss it, as it's our Christmas ornament exchange one. However, if I drive, I can't have anything to drink and I'd just as soon not take the bus in the dark. Can't decide if I should ask Carolyn to drop me off after, or what.
Just got up and it's after six. Still have the sore throat, darn it, and the overall cold seems worse.

A Lunch And A Present

What an enjoyable day! Did my usual Kimball walk and regular morning activities, then tidied up a bit until Ellen got here about noon. I was surprised when she handed me a small package, wrapped in green paper and tied with white ribbon. I opened it and was mystified by the rectangular, black and white box, with "Select/Elite Weekender" on the front. It was also labelled "Pineapple Jack"--was this perfume or what?
When Ellen revealed what it contained, I was absolutely floored. We talked and laughed about it and I told her I'm going to try it either later in the evening or maybe wait until today.* I wonder if anyone knows what she gave me.
We then took off for lunch, which was, as ever, a lot of fun, simply because I was with her. I had a shrimp taco and a Blue Moon and we talked up a storm, as usual (I'm always interested in her adventures in the classroom). We then went to Michael's, where El got materials for her third-graders to make Christmas ornaments. After that, we took off for the Dudley House Holiday Boutique (I hadn't been able to see much when I was the greeter on Friday). We enjoyed it and El bought a  candle. She drove me home and we said goodbye.
Betty had called while we were having lunch and I called her back when I got home. I'll plan to visit her, maybe next week, and probably stay over.  I had a light dinner of leftover spinach, carrots, and cauliflower, then--oddly--laid down on my bed and fell asleep until almost 8:00. That's unusual for me, but I assume I conked out because I've developed a bad cold. Didn't use my present from El yet, but will today--unless I find info there's some contraindication for a cold.

T.O.P.S. And Dudley

Walked Kimball in rather chilly weather, but it was sunny, at least.  Got home, changed, and left for T.O.P.S.
I was sure I had gained--it just felt that way and after all, I hadn't weighed in for two weeks, being in Jersey--and was reconciled to it. To my surprise, I lost, although I hadn't been weighed for two weeks. To my even greater surprise, I lost 2.4 pounds, weighing in at 127.4 and was the biggest winner for the week. The meeting was okay; we made plans for our covered dish on December 14 and discussed going out to lunch in the new year. Sharon brought pumpkin hummus for everybody o try.  (Could that provide a clue as to why so few members actually lose weight and keep it off?) As for the covered dish, thanks to Sharon's suggestion, we'll all bring appetizers, not entrees. I was heartily in favor of this--who wants to eat lunch at 10 am?
Speaking of 10 am, that's when I had breakfast, as I always do on Fridays. After, I drove to Sprouts, then WinCo, mostly for produce. Did this and that around the apartment, then got ready to go to Dudley House.
I had agreed to be a greeter at the Holiday Boutique from 4 to 6 and I knew it would be cool on the porch, so wore  my red sweater coat. Got there on time and did my stint. We had several people come in, plus I chatted with Ken, Shari's husband and also a docent, and others. I couldn't resist buying something myself: four cute  little place card holders. I'm planning to have my Happy Hour Harpies over for lunch and Suzanne and the two guys I know over for dinner. Today or tomorrow, I want to get out my Christmas decorations and put them up.
Lunch with El today--yay!

Quantum Physics

It was another interesting day. When I set out to drive to Kimball at 7:00, I saw a portfolio lying on the grass. Picked it up and looked inside; found no name, just a lined tablet, the writing on it partly smeared because of the rain. I thought maybe someone would come looking for it, so just propped it against the stucco wall  of the small laundry building, which is sheltered from the rain.
Got home to find it still there, so took it to look more closely inside. The writing had a heading of "Wisdom" and, at a quick glance, seemed to concern the supernatural. I knew Fred S. was into this, so called his wife, Loretta. She said she'd ask Fred and I went about my business.
Dry dusted, then wet-mopped the hard floors; added the Velcro parts to the bath rugs and mats and took all to the laundry room. Came home after putting them in the washer and was cutting up carrots when the doorbell rang. It was Fred, saying it was not his portfolio.
Fred is kind of a woebegone, somber type who seems to have absolutely no sense of humor. I feel sorry for him, especially as Loretta is such a whiny pain in the ass, so I invited him in. After a few pleasantries, he mentioned he had purified the water in the apartment complex, using his aura. Before he did that, of course, it was full of not only chemicals, but greed.
Uh, huh--"greed." This led to an explanation of how he does it--I can't remember the ritual involved--after which he took a seashell on a string out of his pocket and demonstrated how the shell answers questions about the water purity by swinging in various configurations.
I told Fred I have a friend (Diane, of course) who believes that quantum physics is the entity that runs the universe. At this, Fred excitedly told me the whole water thing IS quantum physics. It's definitely true because there's a book on it he wants me to read by the esteemed scientist, Dr. So-and-So, and that's proof positive...
Now, how in the hell do these people find me? I finally got rid of Fred by having to go get the laundry; he said he'd take the portfolio to the office.  After lunch, I went to town, walked The Promanade (the ocean was roiling high; see pic below), and left for Main when it started to rain. Walked to The Coalition and who did I run into but Diane--additional proof that quantum physics runs the universe!
We chatted, agreed to get together soon, she left with her son, I did on the bus, and arrived home thoroughly soaked, but I didn't mind.
I had just gotten out of my wet shoes and hung up  my wet coat when Suzanne knocked on my door to tell me Sister Katie had died. She came in and we talked for a half hour or so. After hearing about the death, I told her about Fred. We laughed--wryly--about that.
Got up today with a sore throat, the first cold I've had since I moved here. Damn, I have T.O.P.S. and Dudley House scheduled today, lunch with El tomorrow, and the widder group on Monday. Oh, but wait: I'll just use my aura to rid of it--problem solved!

Happy Hour and Rain

Walked Kimball and met up with Diane, who told me Irene had had an accident at The Home Depot; a gate had fallen on her head. She seems okay, but her back is bothering her. I texted her my concern and she wrote back she was improving.
After breakfast, I drove to the mall to get a present for Mike, whose birthday is December fifth; it may be late, darn it. However, he'll understand, I hope. I also bought some tree ornaments, which are so cute I had to have them. I won't keep them, but will send to family as pre-Christmas gifts.
I more or less completed unpacking (jewelry and cosmetics, mostly) and so on, had lunch, jumped in the shower, then left for the bus about 2:00. I got off at the library and walked to the P.O., mailed the package, then returned to the library. Picked up Art Garfunkel's auto-bio, read a bit of the new Agatha Christie bio, then went across the street at 4:00to Limon y Sal.
Nancy and Carolyn were already there (Diane couldn't join us, as she's moving into her new apartment). They were sitting at  the bar because you can't go upstairs for Happy Hour until 5:00. Anyway, I asked if we could sit at a booth, we did, but there was a big table of people getting progressively noisier and I asked if we could sit further away. We did, and finally were settled.
We had some good talk and some good sliders, staying until after 5:00. Got home a half or so later.
Texted El to see when we could meet and she came back with tomorrow, Saturday, for lunch--yay!  Lynne W. confirmed my stint as a greeter at the Dudley House Christmas boutique, which I'll do from 4 to 6 on Friday. 
The BIG NEWS is that it rained! I actually took an umbrella with me for Happy Hour. However, this was a California rain--sort of half-hearted and pokey, more like a few drips and a mist.

California Life

Busy day, getting back to my California life. I didn't set the alarm and woke at 6:15; did the usual, then drove to Kimball.
What fun to meet up with my park pals! Ran into Ed and Lola (woof), then Irene and Diane came up, then Carolyn and Bob B., and their Hazel (arf). Later, I saw Sue and Todd, who are not a couple, but sometimes walk together. Sue is in her fifties, Todd apparently in his twenties and has cerebral palsty. They all welcomed me back, and expressed concern about the blizzards that seem to be battering the east coast, but you couldn't prove it by me. We all chatted for a bit, the continued our rounds.
After breakfast, I tackled the wash. Did two loads and while they dried, I dealt with the mail. Damn, the cloth bag I gave Suzanne was full; Mike and Paula had five different communications and there was lots of stuff for me. Betty called twice to tell me about her thrift store finds and other chatty info.
I e-mailed Diane, Nancy, and Carolyn B. about Happy Hour this afternoon; we'll meet at Lemon y sal, and I can't wait.
Once I got the wash finished, I went to WinCo and stocked up on what I consider staples: lettuce, tomatoes, onions, grapes, spinach, carrots, oranges, and a plethora of other stuff. Got home and delayed lunch in order to cut up and roast my tomatoes and onions for today's salad. making it for yesterday without tomatoes.
Lunched, then took off for town, via bus, of course. It  was a little cool and breezy and I decided to skip The Promenade; just walked Main Street. I didn't find the purse I was looking for, but got a pair of sandals and a kitchen rug.
Stopped at Suzanne's when I got home and we caught up with each other's news. She's had a cold and I didn't stay long--thanked her for getting my mail.
Had swordfish, cauliflower, and spinach for dinner--so good.
(See previous post for what we found on the beach on Sunday.)

On The Beach

Back In The Land Of The Locusts

I'm home!
Yesterday, I said goodbye to my landlady with many thanks, then left for Jackson. We drove to Belmar after breakfast for a fairly short walk, which I was glad to get in. It was pretty cold and windy, so I opted to do the Main Street mile or so. Good thing we did it early, because the rain started a bit after lunch, just as we were getting ready to leave for Philly. It was just as heavy as it had been the day before, which made driving a hazard.
However, we reached there in plenty of time, said goodbye (sob!), and I checked my bag (furious because it was fifty bucks, not forty, because I had neglected to do so on-line) and so on. Got to my gate and went across the way to a Japanese place for teriyaki chicken and a Sapporo (beer).
Plane left on time and, for some reason, seemed to take fifty hours instead of five and a half.  Boy, was it tedious--my fault for not bringing anything to do or read--and, as usual--scary because of some bumpy parts.
However, I survived and caught a break: My plane was due in at 8:07 and the next shuttle didn't leave until 9:45, so I wouldn't have gotten home until close to midnight. However, it was early, so I was able to take the 7:45 shuttle.
I had planned to call Gold Coast Cab to get me home from the Sheraton once we reached Camarillo, but thought I'd ask if anyone on the shuttle might be interested in making fifteen bucks. It turned out, a nice young woman (well, about 40, I guess) said her husband was picking her up, and they would.
They did, and they turned out to be an interesting couple--video/film makers and she's a director. She had been in Amsterdam, of all places, introducing something, and we had a lively discussion after I told them I taught "Acting for Amateurs." They tried to refuse payment, but I insisted (actually, besides some twenties, I had only 13, not 15 dollars), and they finally took it.
I had a good time settling into my nice digs. I hate coming back to a messy place and always clean and tidy up before I go away, and that was good, especially as it wasn't enormously late. Set up the coffee for today, got a few things out of the suitcase, and fell into bed, happily only about 10:30, not one a.m. Now to dress and go to Kimball for my morning walk.
I had a wonderful time in Jersey, but am glad to be back.

Saturday And Sunday

(This is two entries in one, as I lost Wi-Fi for a bit on Saturday night and Sunday morning.)
Saturday: After breakfast, we set off for the trail around the Manasquan Reservoir. A few places were problematic--wet and muddy--but most of it was okay for walking. We did it all: 5.2 miles, which was more than I usually do, and gave me a great feeling of accomplishment.
Betty called to say she was on the way to some of the stores in Ventura, courtesy of daughter-in-law, Robyn. I had given her some tips on where to go and found out later she had gotten several items. After that and grocery shopping, we spent the rest of the day with the Bordentown Boys. Greatly enjoyed them, as ever; we played "Truth or Fiction," which provided lots of laughs.
The rain had held off until later afternoon, but came down in buckets and sheets then. It was a heavy, pounding rain that lasted for most of the day and into the night and early morning. What California wouldn't give to have such a rain!
Sunday: I woke up to find, as mentioned, that Wi-Fi was disabled. Was picked up at 9:00, given breakfast, then we headed over to Bordentown to pick up the boys.  Stopped at the cemetery first. I was happy to see that the two attractive bushes my older son provided (he paid, I planted) nine years ago, are full, healthy, and very attractive; Pat would have liked them.
Drove to Ventnor to Betty's house and found it's in very good shape; lots of boxes and other items need to be removed, though. We had a quick lunch there, then walked to the boardwalk. Went down the beach to walk on the sand, the 11-year-old even wading in the frigid water. On a beautiful sunny day, we then walked up to the Arts Building and small park to look for the brick with my late husband's and my names on it, which I had bought years ago. We couldn't find it, as many of the inscriptions were eroded and unreadable.
Went from there to Roseborough Avenue to see the house where I lived as a child and that I always consider home. Took a few pictures, then went back, packed up, and left Absecon Island. When we got the boys back to Bordentown, we were invited to dinner and stayed; had tacos with sausage and boy, were they good. We said goodbye and I got in about 7:00.
Today: back to the left coast, assuming the plane doesn't go down.

Action

Another action-packed day.
Early on, we took T. to get his new glasses, then it was back to Bordentown for lunch, after which--we went bowling!
Well, I didn't, I just observed, cheered on everybody, and took baby off Mommy's hands for a time. It was fun, though, and while there, we took a group picture of our extended/blended family.
Back to Bordentown, then two of us took a walk of roughly three miles. By the time we got back, the rest of the ex/bl members had gathered and we ordered pizza, my grandson and I going out to pick it up, along with big liters of Coke and Sprite.
The twelve of us--thirteen, if you count baby--had our casual dinner, then sang Happy Birthday to the birthday girl and ate the birthday cake. We played Taboo, adopting all  kinds of variations on it., and didn't break up until after 9:00.
Not sure what we're doing today, but I heard it would be warmer. Around it, that means the ice on the rivers isn't quite as thick (ha!).

Thanksgiving, 2018

What a nice Thanksgiving!
I was picked up at 9:30 for breakfast and after that, we packed the edibles in the car and took off. Stopped in Allentown to get a walk in, after changing shoes and adding layers of clothing. We didn't go far, maybe a mile and a half, but in cold, cold, weather. It was 27 degrees and the winds, I swear, came direct from Antarctica.  It was invigorating, though, and I enjoyed it.
From there, we drove to Rancocos and arrived in time to help a bit with Thanksgiving preparations. Later, other relatives and friends came in; they totalled 14 for dinner and seven more for dessert. There were three boys, aged 16 to 11, plus adorable baby girl, 6 months. Lots of moving around, tnoise, and general hubbub, as always, so the day was a lot of fun, a kind of typical Thanksgiving in our big extended/blended family.
Betty called on their way to L.A. and we wished each other the greetings of the season. I called Ellen to say the same; she and Greg were on their way to Santa Barbara for dinner out with Greg's mother and nephew (I had Thanksgiving last year with those four).
There was an enormous amount of food I won't even list, except to say there two ice cream cakes and three pies, all made from scratch by our hostesses' mother. Good? Oh, Mama! I had a piece of each of the cakes and one of lemon meringue pie until I was almost bursting. Talked a lot with the baked goods maker and others and enjoyed the conversations. We left about 7:30 and got home fine.
Today is my darling daughter's birthday. She was born on Thanksgiving and I've been thankful for her ever since.

Sunrise Bay

More of my visits to the past:
We drove down to Little Egg Harbor and and arrived in Sunrise Bay about noon, where I was dropped off. I went first to see my dear friend, Marge D., and her husband, Fred.
Marge, who is ten years older than I am almost to the day, is sadly diminished now.  She's very frail, even shrunken, and seems just woebegone. Fred is her caregiver and, as so often happens, he seemed resentful and they both acted  frustrated and unhappy; in their situation, that's no wonder, I'm afraid.  I did, though, have some good talk with her after she pointedly asked Fred to leave. He stomped off angrily, but before I left, I saw him and hugged him goodbye.
I went next to Barb and Ray H. and we had a good visit for twenty minutes or so, until 2:00, when I had told my tenant, Eileen, to expect me. We went in and boy--if I was ever worried about the shape my house is in, I can put that to rest. Eileen had asked if she could have it painted at her own expense, I had agreed, and it's just lovely. Very soft colors in every room--pale, pale green, cream, beige, and so on. It goes perfectly with her furniture, which is outstanding. It's in early American, not my style, but this is less the homespun type, more like attractive, but sturdy, antiques and reproductions. Aside from how beautifully done that was, the whole place was immaculate. The ceramic floors in the kitchen, which I always found difficult to keep clean, were perfect, the wood in the hall shone, and the carpets were perfectly kept. Jeez, she has a cat--I don't know how she does it. Anyway, we loved it and had a nice tour around.
After that, I went across the street to see my good friend and former walking partner, Susan G. and her husband, Walter. That was such fun and I was delighted to hear she might visit her friend, Pat, in Carlsbad, then come up on the train and we could meet in L.A. I hope that happens.
We left about 3:30 and walked a fairly short distance in a neighborhood in Jackson. It was dreadfully cold, with fierce winds, so we didn't stay out too long. Today it's supposed to be about 27 degrees--UGH!
Happy Turkey Day!--let's go to the HSHS/ACHS game!

Rider

What a neat day!
I was dropped off at the Rider library (front  of the campus) about 10:30. Stopped in there to see if I still knew anybody, but I didn't. Went downstairs to HR and no sooner walked in, than Lucia, the secretary, saw me and immediately said, "Rosemary!"
Now, I hadn't seen her for at least five years and I was down 52 pounds since then, so I was floored. Lucia J. had been a student helper before she graduated and had stayed on. Right away, Sue S. came out and we just fell on each other. She took me in to Linda K.'s office, then Mona came in, and we all hugged and laughed and talked and talked. Mona's two sons have both graduated from college, Linda has two grandchildren and one on the way, courtesy of her son, who also works at Rider, and Sue also has grandchildren. Wow!
Anyway, we visited for a time, then I moved on. I was sorry to hear Kathy B., whom I had known well, had died shortly after retiring. Several others of my old colleagues did, too--died or retired or both. I found that Anna R., director of Disbursements in my time, had retired some time ago. So had Julie K., the v.p. for Financial Affairs and Elaine R., who was in public relations.
I stopped into Jim C.'s office. He's  an attorney among other things, who told me he was moving to L.A., where his daughter lives, to turn his full attention to writing (law subjects). We had a long talk and I mentioned my nephew, a writer whose specialty is horror.  He was very interested, as his daughter and son-in-law are involved in horror and scripts. Later, Jim sent me contact information on the daughter, which I forwarded to Steve.
Next, I went to the Fine Arts Building to see my former secretary, Terry M. During the time and after she was in my office, she got her bachelor's, then her master's, and she's now a counselor in Liberal Arts. We had a great time filling each other in on our lives since we saw each other last.
I stopped in a few other offices ("died," "retired") then we walked around campus a bit before driving to Ewing to take a look at my old house. We had lived there 41 years and I had two of my four children there. It looks pretty good--it's now a group home--and I took a picture, but we didn't linger.
Back to Jackson amid horrid traffic (geez, D.C. was bad enough), then to Bordentown. My ex-daughter-in-law was there and I was stunned when she mentioned she was pregnant with my older great-grandson then--good grief, he's now sixteen! No wonder not everybody at Rider was present and accounted for, but I was happy to see those who were.
Today: Sunrise Bay. I called Marge, whom I'll see about 1:30; Aline, who, unfortunately, has tickets for the Met in Manhattan for today, but we had a nice chat; Susan (I left a message); and Barb and Ray H., whom I'll see before or after Marge.
What a day and I slept, as ever, well.

Virginia Jim

Went to Arlington, Virginia to see my big bro, Jim, who's 92, and his wife, Therese. They have a nifty and very stylish apartment within communing distance of D.C., so rent is big bucks. After an almost-four-hour trip, we got there about 1:16. Brought lunch and all shared it. Had a fine time visiting, but stayed only about three hours.  We visitors took a walk about the neighborhood--everything you could want within walking distance--then stopped at Whole Foods for some things to eat on or off the road for dinner.
We managed to get in the middle of practically every traffic jam and tie-up on the eastern seaboard. Finally stopped at Maryland House to eat what we had brought and didn't get in until after 10:00. It was a lovely day, though, and I found out a remarkable thing: In Delaware, gas is two dollars and twenty cents a gallon!
Today: To Rider and Ewing, to see my old haunts.
Here we are at Lisa's: great-grandmother, great-great grandmother (that's me!), baby and Mommy, and grandmother. As I put on Facebook: This is an extended/blended family and it's beautiful.

Brunch With A Bunch

Another fun day in the frigid east.
We went to brunch in Rancocas with extended/blended family, including an adorable little six-month-old, to whom I'm--at least nominally and in a manner of speaking--great-great-grandmother. Stayed until after 3:00, then three of us drove to Smithville to walk a bit; I believe we made a bit more than three miles.
Called brother Jim to say we'd be there to his place in Arlington about 1:00 today and will bring lunch. We then went for dinner at Villa Italia--yummy good. Off to Shop-Rite to get lunch meat, salad, and fruit, then back to my nice room. I put the fireplace on before I took a shower because it wasn't very warm.
Speaking of warm: Jersey feels like Antarctica to me. It's been in the low forties a lot of the time and boy, how I miss that California warmth! However, it's worth being chilly to be here.

Here In Jersey

Well, I'm having a fine time in God's country! Took an Access van to the Sheraton, the shuttle to the airport, and I then persuaded the driver (for a bill) to take me to my hotel. The next day, I took their shuttle to the airport, boarded the plane (ugh! but it was no more terrifying than usual), and was picked up and taken to my AirBnB.
From the ridiculous to the sublime: The "hotel"--it was actually a motel--was a real dump, but this place is great. It's in a very large house and the room is gigantic. It has a king-sized bed, plus a very large sofa, two love seats, various tables and a working fireplace. Incredibly, it also has a refrigerator and a microwave!  My bathroom is down a hall, but I don't share it and it has all the amenities, including a whirlpool tub.
After I dropped off my stuff, I was taken to Bordentown, where we had dinner with J. and J. Greatly enjoyed it and I even made friends with Lily, the gigantic mastiff, who must weigh close to a hundred.
I slept like a log that night--didn't even get up for the usual--and the next day was even more fun. We walked maybe two miles at the beach--from Belmar to Ocean Grove--on a beautiful sunny--but cold--day. Went to Whole Foods and Shop-Rite for dinner fixings and brought it to Bordentown. There were seven of us then and we had an absolute ball playing "Taboo"--great fun!
Now it's close to 9:00 on Sunday and we'll be off soon to brunch at another place, with more extended family.

DMV, AirBnB, and Happy Hour Harpies

Happy day--I walked Kimball for the first time in weeks. Saw my park pals, Irene and Diane, who gave me big hugs and wanted to know the saga of my license loss and regaining. Carolyn and Bob also came up, with Hazel (woof), of course, and it was great to be back.
After breakfast, I took a load of clothes to the laundry place, added things I'll probably never need to my suitcase, and did all the other chores you have to in order to prepare for a trip. I called the Access van and made arrangements for it to take me to the Sheraton to get the shuttle.
Suzanne had left me a note asking that I let her have the DMV book, as she has to be re-tested. However, I had thrown it away, so I drove (drove!) over to get another one. I was surprised to see a table with material from Jehovah's Witnesses next to the entrance.  I asked a manager about it. She explained that it's legal; any group, religious or otherwise, can ask for a permit to display their information and allow people to receive it. The stipulation is that they can't solicit or ask people to take a pamphlet. I was absolutely floored. The building and grounds are certainly maintained by taxpayer money and I thought we had a separation of church and state. Unbelievable and I wonder if they allow this in Jersey. Think I'll look into it.
I called the AirBnB in Jackson, and spoke to the woman where I'll be staying. She was very nice, but I wouldn't care is she was Typhoid Mary, since she told me there's a coffee maker in my room.
Got to Cafe Fiore and met up with the Happy Hour Harpies (only kidding!), Diane, Nancy, and Carolyn, and we had our usual good time. The cheese platter is great there and so is the Stone ale, of which I partook. It was dark before I got home (on the bus, of course), although it was only 6:00.
Called Ellen to say goodbye and we had a nice chat. I'll miss her, but I'll love being with my other girl and her boys.

YAY!

I PASSED, I PASSED, I GOT MY LICENSE BACK--YAY!
After my walk and breakfast, I did a lot of paperwork, then made arrangements for the shuttle to take me to and from LAX. I called to ask if they'd take me to my hotel tomorrow, instead, but annoyingly, they said no. I called the hotel to see if I could ride back on their LAX shuttle, but no--damn! Well, it's only a mile and a half away, so guess I'll just get a cab. Getting back from the Sheraton when I return is more problematic. My plane doesn't get in until 8:07 pm, which means I have to take the 9:45 shuttle, so I won't be back until close to midnight. I'll work on that.
Niece Joan from NY called, concerned about the new outbreak  of fires, but they aren't near here and we had a nice chat. Betty called for the same reason and we talked.
Gordon took me to the DMV and I didn't have to wait at all. The young woman who had me drive was brisk and businesslike, but that was fine by me; I wasn't there to socialize. She had me drive for about a half hour, in different areas of Ventura and even on the freeway.* I was nervous, but happy day, I made it through.
Home just for lunch, then I took off for town--on the bus, of course, which will continue to be my usual mode of transportation for everyday excursions. Took a book back to the library, walked Main, then left earlier than usual--about 3:30--because I wanted to get some things at Wal-Mart. I actually drove my car there and it felt great to be behind the wheel!
* I rarely drive the freeway, so I was a little tense about it, but came out okay.

The Turning Point

Walked the uphill and did the other morning stuff.  After computer time, I walked over to Von's for a few items. Lunched, then hopped on the bus for town, as usual. I just happened to walk along Thompson Street, which I usually don't when I go to The Promenade. Saw a place with a sign, "The Turning Point," in the window and wondered what it was, so I walked in.
It turns out it's a refuge for the homeless, which abound in Ventura. Here, they can have a meal, take a shower, get counseling on resources, and--under certain circumstances--sleep for the night. For some reason, I was intrigued, and the woman I spoke to gave me some cards and a flyer on services. After I finished my usual on the beach and walked up to Main, I gave the cards to several of the homeless I happened to meet. I hope they can take advantage of The Turning Point.
Home, I was cooking my salmon for dinner when the olive oil set off the smoke alarm--I had to wave a magazine under it and it finally stopped. Suzanne rang my bell, having heard the alarm, and I invited her in. She just got back from Sacramento (retreat, then a visit with friends) and we had a long talk covering several topics, including The Turning Point. We talked until 7:00, an hour past my regular dinner time, but I was perfectly okay with that, as I much prefer to talk to Suzanne, anyway.  (Or, as I've heard some people say, "anyways.")

Heritage Square

I'm just embracing decadence, I guess: I skipped both the morning and afternoon walks--too busy having fun.
Showered and dressed after coffee, then sat down to do the Sunday crossword until Ellen came, as promised, at ten. We drove to Hill Street Cafe for breakfast, but it was jammed, with many waiting, so we left and tried Marie Callendar's. That wasn't jammed, and no wonder, as the brunch buffet was $18.95. I wanted to treat and with tip, the tab would be over forty bucks, so screw that. We went to Mimi's and third time was the charm, as we had to wait only about fifteen minutes.
It was fun, as it always is with my girl, but the Access van was coming for me between 12:56 and 12:59, so I had to get home and change. Did so while El put on my new license plates. We said goodbye and I went out front to wait for the van. It came, Diane on it, and off we went to Oxnard.
Got there in plenty of time for the program and, in fact, had front row seats, which my friend, Connie, had reserved for us.
Connie was superb as Sarah Josepha Hale, the woman who actually conceived and promoted the idea of Thanksgiving as an annual national holiday.

Here's Connie in her incredibly full and impressive hoop-skirted glory. (I've been at her large house in Oxnard; the first floor is a guest suite and the closets are full of costumes she owns.) We enjoyed the program immensely, then went along with the tour of Heritage Square (historic houses, most brought from the Oxnard outskirts), then were picked up by the Access van to go back to Ventura for a bite and a sip.
I suggested the Cafe Fiore, Diane agreed, and we went there. We sat on the patio and topped off our day with the yummy cheese plates, D. with chardonnay, I a brisk ale.
Parted at 5:30--it was already dark--and I hopped the bus. Also boarding was my friend, Marie M., who now lives in a tiny house on Ashwood Avenue. We chatted amiably until she got off.
I got home close to 7:00 after yet another fun day.

Walking And Gordon

Walked the uphill, breakfasted, then I decided to walk to Wal-Mart. Did so, and stopped on the way at the bank to get fives and ones. Got some cleaning wipes, then walked halfway back before I caught a bus the rest of the way. That's a little more than two miles and I was glad to do it.
Called the Access van to pick up Diane and me today, take us to Connie's Thanksgiving program in Oxnard, then ferry us back to Diane's. We'll have an early dinner in town, then I'll hop a bus back.
Called my neighbor, Gordon, who will take me for my road test on Tuesday; I asked if I could come down and see his garden. He said sure and I told him I'd ring his bell after I got home. After lunch, I went to town; walked The Promenade, then back to Main. Stopped at a shop and bought a white blouse.
After I got home about 4:30, I went to Gordon's, two doors away. I greatly enjoyed seeing his "fairy garden," which includes a number of little house he made himself, and has lights and even a kind of waterfall. He said his little granddaughters, who are 3 and 1, love to play out there. Gordon also has two large fish tanks on the patio, and some lovely plants, including a jasmine, one of my favorites.
Said goodbye and walked the few yards home.
Swept up Suzanne's and my front walk, clearing it of the leaves and plant debris blown there by the ferocious Santa Ana winds.

Fire

When Cheryl picked me up for T.O.P.S., there was a brown smudge across the whole southward sky. This was smoke, lightly tinted with pink, from the fires in Thousand Oaks and Westlake Village, Ventura County. They're about 30 miles from me. Betty called twice to be sure I was okay.
My weight was up a bit to 129.5, but I'm okay with that, as it's in my (self-dictated) range of  125 to 130. Home for breakfast, then I looked at Von's e-mail and put digital coupons on my phone. Walked over there and was delighted to  find all I have to do at the cash register is give the cashier my Von's card and the discounts automatically come off my bill.
Had lunch, then caught a bus for town. After a few miles, who should I see but Diane on the street. I jumped out to greet her, then re-boarded and we rode to town together. I was happy for her when she told me she had gotten into Silverlake Apartments. I know someone else who lives there and it will be a delightful change from her present small studio.
We parted in town and, though I had planned to walk The Promenade, the wind was so strong, I stayed on the avenue. Walked here and there, stopped to get a few items at the 99-Cent store, then went home on yet another bus. Chopped up two big onions, added frozen mixed veggies and ground turkey, and made stir-fry for dinner.
Betty called yet again and we talked for a bit.

Varied And Lively

Much as I enjoyed Santa Barbara, I was glad to get back to my routine. Did the uphill walk, and after breakfast, retrieved my little cart from my car trunk and took the bus (actually, two buses) to WinCo. Got lots of goodies, including fresh spinach, grapes, and pickled beets.
I e-mailed Diane to see if she wanted to got to the Thanksgiving program my friend, Connie, is doing at Heritage Square on Sunday. That's in Oxnard, and we can get the Access van to take us. She wrote back that she did, so I'll make the arrangements.
After lunch, I went to town. Walked from Main to The Promenade, then to Santa Clara Street, preparing to go back to Main. I was outside The Blue Agave when Stella called. It turned out she was right next door at The Clock Tower Inn, I met her, and we decided to have a bite at the Agave. Did so and talked for some time, then I walked her back to her car a few blocks away. I refused her offer to drive me home, as it was almost dark and she lives up in Ojai.  I just had her drop me off at Main, where I walked a few blocks to the libaray, then sat down to wait for the bus.
Two young women (I thought they were in their thirties, but later, found out they're ten  years older) struck up a conversation with me, which continued on the bus. I greatly enjoy these chance encounters and had a fine time chatting about this and that (Okinawa pearls and Peru were two of our topics). We parted at the mall where the bus stopped and I hopped on the number 10, which lets me off right in front of Ventura Del Sol.
Went in to drop my purse, then rang Suzanne's bell. She invited me in and we discussed the dreadful nightclub shooting in Thousand Oaks, plus the fire now raging near the Channel Islands. It has closed part of the freeway and may jeopardize Suzanne's planned trip to San Francisco this morning. Hope not.
Anyway,  it was a varied and lively day and I enjoyed it.

The Big Blue Bus, Santa Barbara, And Betty's

What a fun day! The Access van picked me up at 6:50, much too early for the 8:07 bus to Santa Barbara, but that's how they do it. It was chilly waiting at the transit center (which is really just at the mall), so I was happy to see The Big Blue Bus (that's what they call it) about twenty minutes after I got there. Got on, paid ($1.50, not 1.75, as I had thought) and settled into the seemingly brand-new, very comfortable and clean bus. It turned out this wasn't the 8:07, but the 7:29, but no prob, I just called Carolyn and told her I'd be earlier. She and Betty picked me up and we went to Carolyn's, where I gave Betty a few "congratulations on your new home" presents.  We then drove to Rancho Francisco to see her new digs. 
This is a very beautifully landscaped and well-kept complex, in the quintessential California style--the grounds are just lovely.  I think Betty's apartment is just right for her, although quite small. The kitchen appliances are brand new and it's freshly painted, and has a small balcony; she's on the second floor, but there's an elevator. The only downside, it seems to me, is the cost--it's three hundred smackers more than I pay for a much larger apartment--but that's Santa Barbara, I guess.
When we got there, her bed frame and mattress were outside the door. We took them in, unpacked and assembled the little it needed, and added the mattress cover. Aside from that, she has three small end tables and three folding chairs. She won't be moving in until she buys more furniture.
Carolyn left and Betty and I sat on the balcony and chatted, then walked to The Natural Cafe for lunch. After, I slyly got her to walk to the major cross street (State Street) and back, which by my reckoning, totals a mile. Hey, it's a start, anyway.
Carolyn and her friend then came and we all went back to Carolyn's. Stayed for a bit, then C. drove me to the bus stop and shortly, I caught the bus back. Called Nancy to see if she wanted to go to the program at Heritage House in Oxnard on Sunday, but she's feeling tired again, as she's due for another transfusion. I'll see if Diane wants to go.
Got  home about 5:15 (dark already--damn!) after a very enjoyable day.

Frustration

Kind of a frustrating day. After my walk and breakfast, I took the bus to Wal-Mart to look for a gift for Betty. Got a modest one and added another I had already made.
After that, it was all the calling Bank of America for hours--literally. Well, at least an hour and a half,. I can't get into my on-line banking, as it won't take my passcode and even when I changed it about a dozen times, it still wouldn't.  I kept asking them to text me a temp one, they did--nine times--but when I tried to use it, it wouldn't work. Talked to three different people, as the first one suddenly lost the connection.
I just decided to skip it until tomorrow (I'm going to Santa Barbara today). It was after 3:30 when I got on the bus for town, so when I reached the mall, I just thought the hell with it. Disembarked there and immediately took another bus back.
Had a vegetarian dinner, which I like to do every once in a while: the carrots and tangerines I simmered in the slow cooker and broccoli. Felt better and more relaxed after dinner. The Access van is picking me up between 6:49 and 7:09 (they always give you these odd pick-up times) and will take me to the mall where I get the SB bus. I'm looking forward to seeing Betty's new apartment.

Walking And LDS

Did the uphill and down, ate breakfast, then looked on-line at my mortgage statement.  There, I had an unpleasant surprise: My mortgage is going up by more than a hundred a month. Has to do with higher taxes and higher homeowners insurance, which both influence that pesky escrow thing. Combined with the eighty dollars rent rise and the increase for AAA all at the same time, it increases my expenses considerably.  Oh, well, I can handle it, I guess.
Received a text from niece Carolyn; called her, and we decided I'd go to Santa Barbara tomorrow. E-mailed my Happy Hour friends to say I couldn't be there this week.
Started off for the widder lunch at Stone Fire Grille and thought I'd walk Victoria, then get the bus. However, I just kept going and before I knew it, I had covered the 2.4 miles.
What a feeling of liberation that gives me!  The fact that I can walk distances I rarely did when I was younger is exhilarating. That isn't to say I don't want to drive again, but I'll continue to walk and take the bus when I can.
As ever, I had a great time with the Soaring Spirits group. There were nine of us, including Nancy and Carolyn, and we talked and laughed and enjoyed each other. After, I went to Sprouts for grapes and apples, took the buses (two of them) home to put away the fruit, then took off again.
This time, I took a city bus to go the the "Coastal Bus" office and pick up two more flyers about that route for Betty and Carolyn. Walked down to the 99 cent store to pick up a few things, then got the bus home. Stella called on the way to see if I was going to walk in town, but I told her no. (I think I got plenty of walking in, anyway.)
By the time I got home, it was after 4:00 and (sob!) already dusk. Ate dinner and at about 6:30, there was a light tap on my door. I opened to see two young women, in dresses, with a book in each of their hands. I knew immediately who they were: yes, indeed, Mormons, spreading the word.
I actually talked to them for about twenty minutes, making it clear I'm not religious, which they understood. They were surprised to hear I know quite a bit about LDS, including the Joseph Smith saga--truly weird, but no more than the backgrounds of other religions.
One noticed the tee-shirt I had on, which reads "World Without War." I said I was a pacifist, they asked about it, and listened respectfully. They asked me to read a certain short scripture from the Book of Mormon--I did, with touches of histrionics--then gave me book. I also did (why not?). In fact, I enjoyed talking to them, with their fresh young faces and earnest beliefs.
So, it was a full and enjoyable day.