More fog when I walked Kimball, but it cleared later. Home to change, then to T.O.P.S.
I think my body is telling me something: I weighed in at 129.4, which is a silly .5 less than last week, which was an even sillier .2 or something higher than the week before. I'm beginning to think the message is to just stay at 129.
I told the group I'm not going to San Diego at my own expense to be "honored" by strangers. At that, everybody expressed great consternation, as if I was turning down a Hollywood contract. In addition, the program, with so-called guest leader, Lora, was a horrible bore. Didn't get breakfast until 10:30, which is getting to be the norm on Fridays.
However, things improved after that. Went to WinCo and, among other things, got a nice piece of tilapia and it was on sale, always nice to see. Better yet, Ralph's had personal watermelons at 2 for $4, which I snapped up, of course.
Best of all, Ellen called and invited me over for Easter lunch; I said I'd bring mixed watermelon and blueberries, a combination I like a lot and eat often. Greg works at 2:00, so we'll eat with him, then take a walk or something. We had a long talk, too; I'm always interested in what she's doing, in and out of the classroom.
Did the town walk, natch, then home.
Saturday, March 31, 2018
Friday, March 30, 2018
The IRS And Toastmasters
Walked Kimball in a heavy fog that obscured the hills when I first got there. As I walked, though, it lifted and showed the magic. I love it here. After breakfast, I went to Kimball, then to Wal-Mart for knee-highs. I sometimes wear ballerinas on my feet if I don't want to dress up, but want to skip the sneakers. I thought I should start honing my talk for Toastmasters last night and did so. (I had decided to speak on my self-engineered diet regimen, with which I've lost fifty-some pounds.) Called Michelle to tell her my tax refund had been deposited into my checking account, then e-mailed her the form I had neglected to do so before. She'll file an amended return and I assume I'll get more back.
Kept my appointment at Pep Boys to have my tire looked at and yes, it had a nail in it. It was removed and twenty bucks was removed from my bank account, but at least I didn't need a new tire.
Drove to town after lunch for the usual. Read for a bit in the library and stopped at Five Points on the way home to get my little gold chariot washed.
Humor & Drama was enjoyable, partly, maybe, because some of the members are a little kooky, especially Annette. Last night, she was dressed bizarrely, even for her: She wore several layers of clothes that had seen better days and had a rhinestone tiara around her neck. She added lots of other jewelry, including a headband on her grey hair which flows almost to her waist. I don't know what her living circumstances are, but I know she doesn't live at The Lexington (assisted living) where we meet. Well, each to his own.
John C. gave an "icebreaker" talk about his grandfather, who became a Benedictine priest after being widowed. That was interesting, but Fern presented a snoozer about Andrew Jackson and his involvement with the Battle of New Orleans. Does anybody besides a third-grade need to know this?
Kept my appointment at Pep Boys to have my tire looked at and yes, it had a nail in it. It was removed and twenty bucks was removed from my bank account, but at least I didn't need a new tire.
Drove to town after lunch for the usual. Read for a bit in the library and stopped at Five Points on the way home to get my little gold chariot washed.
Humor & Drama was enjoyable, partly, maybe, because some of the members are a little kooky, especially Annette. Last night, she was dressed bizarrely, even for her: She wore several layers of clothes that had seen better days and had a rhinestone tiara around her neck. She added lots of other jewelry, including a headband on her grey hair which flows almost to her waist. I don't know what her living circumstances are, but I know she doesn't live at The Lexington (assisted living) where we meet. Well, each to his own.
John C. gave an "icebreaker" talk about his grandfather, who became a Benedictine priest after being widowed. That was interesting, but Fern presented a snoozer about Andrew Jackson and his involvement with the Battle of New Orleans. Does anybody besides a third-grade need to know this?
Thursday, March 29, 2018
The Cave With Diane
Ran into Irene at Kimball and she presented me with her card; she's a real estate agent with Re/Max and I'd certainly recommend her.
It occurred to me after breakfast that I had better work up my talk for Humor & Drama Toastmasters tonight, and I decided to simply present my diet plan with a few flourishes. Other than that, I tidied up a bit around here and prepared my salad for lunch.
I didn't want to skip my town walk, so went about 11:00, completed same, and drove home. Ate, then jumped in the shower, washed my hair, dressed, and drove back to town to pick up Diane. I was early, she was early (it must be the age) and we got to The Cave with no problem. It happened that there was some kind of camera shoot in the main room, so we were asked to sit in the barrel room. I had never been in there before and it was neat: Wine barrels were suspended from the high ceiling and there were related items here and there. Better yet, we sat down right next to the wine dispenser and it was happy hour, so half price.
I used my wine card to treat Diane, but she insisted on paying for our yummy potato chips (made in-house) and truffle French fries (ditto) that came to less than eight bucks and that was okay . We had a great time, as she's a girl after my own heart--a little kooky and a free spirit, which suits me fine. We were there for two hours, talking and laughing, so didn't leave until 5:00 and I dropped her off back at her place in town.
It occurred to me after breakfast that I had better work up my talk for Humor & Drama Toastmasters tonight, and I decided to simply present my diet plan with a few flourishes. Other than that, I tidied up a bit around here and prepared my salad for lunch.
I didn't want to skip my town walk, so went about 11:00, completed same, and drove home. Ate, then jumped in the shower, washed my hair, dressed, and drove back to town to pick up Diane. I was early, she was early (it must be the age) and we got to The Cave with no problem. It happened that there was some kind of camera shoot in the main room, so we were asked to sit in the barrel room. I had never been in there before and it was neat: Wine barrels were suspended from the high ceiling and there were related items here and there. Better yet, we sat down right next to the wine dispenser and it was happy hour, so half price.
I used my wine card to treat Diane, but she insisted on paying for our yummy potato chips (made in-house) and truffle French fries (ditto) that came to less than eight bucks and that was okay . We had a great time, as she's a girl after my own heart--a little kooky and a free spirit, which suits me fine. We were there for two hours, talking and laughing, so didn't leave until 5:00 and I dropped her off back at her place in town.
Wednesday, March 28, 2018
"The Leisure Seeker"
Walked Kimball and did the usual other. I was to meet Nancy in town at 11:30 for the movie, which started at noon. I left early to consult Pep Boys about my tire, as my car was still telling me about "low pressure." The guy put air in, but said I may have a nail, so I made an appointment for Thursday at 10:00.
Got to town after, parked at the museum and walked to the Regency. But what was this? The movie was scheduled for 1:00, not 12:00. I called Nance and she said she had e-mailed me that; looked up what she had sent and that I had confirmed and, yes, she was right. Darn, how could I have thought it was an hour earlier? Anyway, I went to the library and strolled around until she got there. We saw The Leisure Seeker, with Helen Mirren and Donald Sutherland.
I can just imagine the director, writers, and actors sitting around trying to devise the most depressing possible movie that makes you want to take cyanide as soon as you leave the theatre. All right, Mirren and Sutherland were excellent, of course, but the story line stank, no matter how much forced hilarity was injected here and there. One of the things--of many--that bothered me was that I kept thinking of my dear brother in seeing the male lead's character slide into dementia. Shit.
After, my mood lifted when we went to The Blue Agave for our Tuesday wine and tacos. Sat and talked a long time, as ever, and didn't part until 5:00. Stopped at the store on the way home for grapes and lettuce; skipped dinner and spent a quiet evening.
Got to town after, parked at the museum and walked to the Regency. But what was this? The movie was scheduled for 1:00, not 12:00. I called Nance and she said she had e-mailed me that; looked up what she had sent and that I had confirmed and, yes, she was right. Darn, how could I have thought it was an hour earlier? Anyway, I went to the library and strolled around until she got there. We saw The Leisure Seeker, with Helen Mirren and Donald Sutherland.
I can just imagine the director, writers, and actors sitting around trying to devise the most depressing possible movie that makes you want to take cyanide as soon as you leave the theatre. All right, Mirren and Sutherland were excellent, of course, but the story line stank, no matter how much forced hilarity was injected here and there. One of the things--of many--that bothered me was that I kept thinking of my dear brother in seeing the male lead's character slide into dementia. Shit.
After, my mood lifted when we went to The Blue Agave for our Tuesday wine and tacos. Sat and talked a long time, as ever, and didn't part until 5:00. Stopped at the store on the way home for grapes and lettuce; skipped dinner and spent a quiet evening.
Tuesday, March 27, 2018
Toastmasters With Postcards
Kimball and so on, then I spent time honing my talk for Poinsettia Toastmasters. I decided to speak on my former deltiology life, i.e. postcard collecting. I sold most of them to the guy who owns Unshredded Nostalgia in Barnegat and boy, I regret not retaining a few more than I did.
It's funny how the mind will trip you up, especially when it comes to memory. I was sure I had sold my collection (which totaled roughly four thousand postcards) shortly before I left for California. I looked back at this blog, and no--I had sold it nine years ago. We had moved to Little Egg, which meant instead of the trip to the Washington Crossing postcard club meetings taking 20 minutes, it took a good hour and a half. Plus, Pat's health was starting to deteriorate and I turned my attention to that. I thought I might enjoy attending a collector club again, I looked on the Internet and couldn't find any closer than L.A. and I'm not traveling there.
Met at 6:30 at Dudley House, with which all attendees were pleased--all seven of us. I did my talk, which was very well received and Fern was the other speaker. Because of a mix up in scheduling--this group isn't what you'd call well organized--the meeting was short and I was home before 8:00.
Movie with Nancy today and she suggested we go back to the Blue Agave. Okay, but next time, I want to resume at The Cave and later, try some new places.
It's funny how the mind will trip you up, especially when it comes to memory. I was sure I had sold my collection (which totaled roughly four thousand postcards) shortly before I left for California. I looked back at this blog, and no--I had sold it nine years ago. We had moved to Little Egg, which meant instead of the trip to the Washington Crossing postcard club meetings taking 20 minutes, it took a good hour and a half. Plus, Pat's health was starting to deteriorate and I turned my attention to that. I thought I might enjoy attending a collector club again, I looked on the Internet and couldn't find any closer than L.A. and I'm not traveling there.
Met at 6:30 at Dudley House, with which all attendees were pleased--all seven of us. I did my talk, which was very well received and Fern was the other speaker. Because of a mix up in scheduling--this group isn't what you'd call well organized--the meeting was short and I was home before 8:00.
Movie with Nancy today and she suggested we go back to the Blue Agave. Okay, but next time, I want to resume at The Cave and later, try some new places.
Monday, March 26, 2018
Sunday
The usual--but enjoyable--Sunday morning with Kimball and crossword. After breakfast, I lay down on the couch and incredibly, fell asleep for about an hour. I actually dreamed and at one point, I seemed to be inhabiting the dream world and the real world simultaneously. I wasn't freaked out, I just found it interesting.
Got up to wash and cut the beets I just bought. Put the bulbs in the big slow cooker and the greens in the small one. Had the latter for lunch, along with my salad; seems to me they're as tasty as spinach. Did some things on the computer and other this and that. After lunch, I left for town, did the walk, and read at the library for an hour. Walked back and bought a scrap book at one of the thrift stores (brand new and for a song, i.e. 99 cents). When I ever get back around to it, I'll continue putting family pictures in such albums. Stopped to get tomatoes and paper towels.
As I was putting things away, my doorbell rang. It was Loretta from Suzanne's dinner party; she said she didn't have my last name or number, so we exchanged them. I invited her in and we sat down and chatted. She and Fred want to move into a first floor apartment. They're now on the second; their place is laid out the same as mine, but it's not newly renovated as mine way, yet they pay $110 more than I do. I guess the scum of the earth landlords (two brothers who live in Santa Barbara) wanted to be sure to profit from those who were burned out of their homes and lost almost all their possessions. That's capitalism, folks.
Got up to wash and cut the beets I just bought. Put the bulbs in the big slow cooker and the greens in the small one. Had the latter for lunch, along with my salad; seems to me they're as tasty as spinach. Did some things on the computer and other this and that. After lunch, I left for town, did the walk, and read at the library for an hour. Walked back and bought a scrap book at one of the thrift stores (brand new and for a song, i.e. 99 cents). When I ever get back around to it, I'll continue putting family pictures in such albums. Stopped to get tomatoes and paper towels.
As I was putting things away, my doorbell rang. It was Loretta from Suzanne's dinner party; she said she didn't have my last name or number, so we exchanged them. I invited her in and we sat down and chatted. She and Fred want to move into a first floor apartment. They're now on the second; their place is laid out the same as mine, but it's not newly renovated as mine way, yet they pay $110 more than I do. I guess the scum of the earth landlords (two brothers who live in Santa Barbara) wanted to be sure to profit from those who were burned out of their homes and lost almost all their possessions. That's capitalism, folks.
Sunday, March 25, 2018
Dinner At Suzanne's
Kimball, etc., then I went to Ralph's to get salad fixings for Suzanne's dinner party. I just made an ordinary one, but added goat cheese and grapes for a little more pazazz.
Went over to Michelle's, my tax person, to sign the returns. I was surprised that I was getting more than three hundred less than last year. Why? Michelle pointed out that my income (from TIAA-CREF) fell by $10,000. And I didn't notice it? How could that possibly be? When I got home, I checked on-line and found that I had accidentally provided Michelle with only the TIAA info, not CREF (they're on tax form separately). I called her, but she had already filed electronically. Not a big deal, she told me to give her the return after the refund is put in my account and we'll filed an amended return.
Took my Dionne video to Wal-Mart to have it transferred to a DVD, but the machines you have to put your info in were all down. However, the clerk was nice enough to mention a place called Dexter's Cameras in town that does the same. Took it there and found the charge five bucks less, anyway.
Went next door to Suzanne's for her little dinner party and had a nice enough time. She served salmon--very good--and rice and I had brought salad, the other couple (I can't remember their last name) mini-bundt cakes. (Since I haven't had cake for a year--literally--I devoured one by myself. Heavenly.)
Fred and Loretta's home (rented) in the hills had been burned to cinders in The Fire and they moved to Ventura Del Sol after that. I had met Fred before, but Loretta was new to me. She's a pharmacy tech at St. John's where Suzanne works and for various reasons, I found her a little tedious. After dinner, they showed on Loretta's laptop, a video they had made about their place, I think with the help of a professional. They call it "A Firey Journey"--yes, misspelled that way. Fred pointed out that this was an error, at which Loretta insisted it was good, not bad, because it meant there was something was wrong. (I consider myself a saint for not sticking a fork in her eye.) Unfortunately, they had superimposed full sentences here and there, which were also rift with errors. Most glaring, they had no punctuation at all.
With that said, I'll add that the content was riveting. I had thought they lived in an apartment that burned, but it was a lovely, white adobe-type separate house, with flowering vines over the door and a beautiful garden, way up in the hills. I like living in Ventura Del Sol, but I can understand how much of a letdown it must be for them.
Went over to Michelle's, my tax person, to sign the returns. I was surprised that I was getting more than three hundred less than last year. Why? Michelle pointed out that my income (from TIAA-CREF) fell by $10,000. And I didn't notice it? How could that possibly be? When I got home, I checked on-line and found that I had accidentally provided Michelle with only the TIAA info, not CREF (they're on tax form separately). I called her, but she had already filed electronically. Not a big deal, she told me to give her the return after the refund is put in my account and we'll filed an amended return.
Took my Dionne video to Wal-Mart to have it transferred to a DVD, but the machines you have to put your info in were all down. However, the clerk was nice enough to mention a place called Dexter's Cameras in town that does the same. Took it there and found the charge five bucks less, anyway.
Went next door to Suzanne's for her little dinner party and had a nice enough time. She served salmon--very good--and rice and I had brought salad, the other couple (I can't remember their last name) mini-bundt cakes. (Since I haven't had cake for a year--literally--I devoured one by myself. Heavenly.)
Fred and Loretta's home (rented) in the hills had been burned to cinders in The Fire and they moved to Ventura Del Sol after that. I had met Fred before, but Loretta was new to me. She's a pharmacy tech at St. John's where Suzanne works and for various reasons, I found her a little tedious. After dinner, they showed on Loretta's laptop, a video they had made about their place, I think with the help of a professional. They call it "A Firey Journey"--yes, misspelled that way. Fred pointed out that this was an error, at which Loretta insisted it was good, not bad, because it meant there was something was wrong. (I consider myself a saint for not sticking a fork in her eye.) Unfortunately, they had superimposed full sentences here and there, which were also rift with errors. Most glaring, they had no punctuation at all.
With that said, I'll add that the content was riveting. I had thought they lived in an apartment that burned, but it was a lovely, white adobe-type separate house, with flowering vines over the door and a beautiful garden, way up in the hills. I like living in Ventura Del Sol, but I can understand how much of a letdown it must be for them.
Saturday, March 24, 2018
T.O.P.S. And Other
Sun, sun, glorious sun! The rain had stopped when I walked Kimball and it was go good to be out there again. Met up with Irene and Diane and we chatted before continuing on our ways.
Home to change, then to T.O.P.S. I thought I had gained and I did, a little, but I'm still in the one twenties, so I'm okay with it. An "area coordinator" or whomever she is, conducted the meeting and what a snooze fest. I swear all these organizations must insist their reps take a course in cliches, hackneyed jargon, worn out slogans and truisms; her presentation was the same old crapola. In addition, she had all kinds of useless items to sell. I was surprised when she announced that one of our members is a State Award Winner and would be "honored" at the State Recognition Days in June, to take place in Visalia. The winner? Yours truly. As leader Lennie said--"Rosemary's the one who's lost the most weight."
Well, everybody said congratulations, as if it's some kind of fabulous opportunity, but frankly, I doubt very much if I'll go. It would be at my own expense and it's all the way down past San Diego. I sure as hell won't drive there; I'd take the train. Add to that the cost of a hotel room and other expenses and I don't care to spring for it. Hey, why would I want to? It's not as if those "honored" get anything out of it. They have to write their own "success stories," but are not allowed to read them themselves, plus there's even a dress code: long skirts and so on. Nope, ain't gonna do it.
Moving on, I didn't get breakfast until 10:30 and did a wash after that. I was pleased to have Suzanne ring my bell to ask if I was available today for dinner. She's having our other neighbors--Loretta, who works where Suzanne does, at St. John's, and her husband, Fred, whom I already know. Great--I said I'd bring something and Suzanne opted for salad, right down my alley.
Took off for town after lunch and walked the walk. I ran into Tony M., former manager at SCAN, now at the Y and we chatted. He suggested I send him a proposal for my acting class, which I could possibly do at the Y. After ascertaining we're talking money, not volunteer work, I said I would, but I don't want to start anything until fall.
Home to change, then to T.O.P.S. I thought I had gained and I did, a little, but I'm still in the one twenties, so I'm okay with it. An "area coordinator" or whomever she is, conducted the meeting and what a snooze fest. I swear all these organizations must insist their reps take a course in cliches, hackneyed jargon, worn out slogans and truisms; her presentation was the same old crapola. In addition, she had all kinds of useless items to sell. I was surprised when she announced that one of our members is a State Award Winner and would be "honored" at the State Recognition Days in June, to take place in Visalia. The winner? Yours truly. As leader Lennie said--"Rosemary's the one who's lost the most weight."
Well, everybody said congratulations, as if it's some kind of fabulous opportunity, but frankly, I doubt very much if I'll go. It would be at my own expense and it's all the way down past San Diego. I sure as hell won't drive there; I'd take the train. Add to that the cost of a hotel room and other expenses and I don't care to spring for it. Hey, why would I want to? It's not as if those "honored" get anything out of it. They have to write their own "success stories," but are not allowed to read them themselves, plus there's even a dress code: long skirts and so on. Nope, ain't gonna do it.
Moving on, I didn't get breakfast until 10:30 and did a wash after that. I was pleased to have Suzanne ring my bell to ask if I was available today for dinner. She's having our other neighbors--Loretta, who works where Suzanne does, at St. John's, and her husband, Fred, whom I already know. Great--I said I'd bring something and Suzanne opted for salad, right down my alley.
Took off for town after lunch and walked the walk. I ran into Tony M., former manager at SCAN, now at the Y and we chatted. He suggested I send him a proposal for my acting class, which I could possibly do at the Y. After ascertaining we're talking money, not volunteer work, I said I would, but I don't want to start anything until fall.
Friday, March 23, 2018
Rain And Deltiology
And yet more rain! It continued through the night, presumably, because it was still going on when I got up at 5:15. Didn't do Kimball, of course, and just pulled a few things together re the Dionne Quints. Actually, I'm scheduled for a talk on Monday at Poinsettia Toastmasters and I'm doing it on my deltiology activities of yore. Ha--Spellcheck, that ignoramus, thinks it's a misspelling of "ideology," but no, it means postcard collecting.
I sold my collection--which numbered roughly four thousand--to a guy in Manahawkin, who has a wonderful store called Unshredded Nostalgia. Sold him other memorabilia, too, but not, of course, my Dionne things. I just went through some of that collection and good grief, I have an unbelievable amount of it.
Went out just to get lettuce and grapes while it was still raining steadily. Diane and I had planned to go to The Cave for wine--I was to pick her up at 3:00--but I called and reluctantly said we had better postpone. We decided to go on Wednesday next, as the Brits say. Called El, who's off again today. She said Greg made it home okay and is back at work today. Happily, the flooding and mud slides seem to have held off, so far, at least.
I got very antsy late in the day, so took off for town. I decided not to do the walk, though--it was still raining slightly and I had boots on. Just parked at the library and spent a half hour or so there. Took out a small book on Ventura in postcards and will see if I can incorporate anything of it into my talk.
I sold my collection--which numbered roughly four thousand--to a guy in Manahawkin, who has a wonderful store called Unshredded Nostalgia. Sold him other memorabilia, too, but not, of course, my Dionne things. I just went through some of that collection and good grief, I have an unbelievable amount of it.
Went out just to get lettuce and grapes while it was still raining steadily. Diane and I had planned to go to The Cave for wine--I was to pick her up at 3:00--but I called and reluctantly said we had better postpone. We decided to go on Wednesday next, as the Brits say. Called El, who's off again today. She said Greg made it home okay and is back at work today. Happily, the flooding and mud slides seem to have held off, so far, at least.
I got very antsy late in the day, so took off for town. I decided not to do the walk, though--it was still raining slightly and I had boots on. Just parked at the library and spent a half hour or so there. Took out a small book on Ventura in postcards and will see if I can incorporate anything of it into my talk.
Thursday, March 22, 2018
Rain
Rain, rain, and more rain came down. I skipped Kimball walks and thought I'd have to do the same for the town walk, but see later.
I did go out, first to Wal-Mart for facial scrub, then to WinCo for spinach and so on. While I was there, Ellen called to say school was closed and probably will be today, too. A number of the students live in Wheeler Canyon, which had been partly burned by the fires and overall, 32,000 people have been advised to evacuate. The worry isn't about the rain itself, but the possibility of more landslides, considering so much of the hills were burned. Floods are also a worry; El said Greg works until 8:00, but if he can't get home, could he stay here overnight? I said of course--no prob,but as it turned out, he didn't have to.
Cut up the green cabbage I had bought the other day and put it in the slow cooker with sliced onions and seasonings. Got some minor financial stuff done, plus computer items, including the following:
I'm engaged in trying to contact an old friend of mine. Lynn Greenfield and I met when our oldest boys were toddlers, roughly 55 years ago. We both lived in Ewing and because good friends. We were active in the Jaycees Auxiliary (I wonder if that still exists) and always went to each others' parties and celebrations. Lynn's husband, Dick, owned a new car dealership, Dick Greenfield Dodge, and if I remember correctly, my husband, Pat, bought a car from him. Besides their boy--his name was Frankie--they had a daughter a few years later. They moved to Titusville later and we kept in touch for a time, but then--well, didn't.
I'm pretty sure I've actually located Lynn. I think she lives in Ft. McCoy, Florida, and I found that her son, "Frankie"--Frank R. Greenfield II--lives in L.A. I found both their phone numbers, but can't find anything else on-line, either in social media or e-mail. I'm trying to decide if I should call or write her.
Drove to town later than usual (after 4:00) and walked the usual in light rain and an umbrella. Bought a book at one of the thrift stores. I feel better that I didn't skip both walks.
I did go out, first to Wal-Mart for facial scrub, then to WinCo for spinach and so on. While I was there, Ellen called to say school was closed and probably will be today, too. A number of the students live in Wheeler Canyon, which had been partly burned by the fires and overall, 32,000 people have been advised to evacuate. The worry isn't about the rain itself, but the possibility of more landslides, considering so much of the hills were burned. Floods are also a worry; El said Greg works until 8:00, but if he can't get home, could he stay here overnight? I said of course--no prob,but as it turned out, he didn't have to.
Cut up the green cabbage I had bought the other day and put it in the slow cooker with sliced onions and seasonings. Got some minor financial stuff done, plus computer items, including the following:
I'm engaged in trying to contact an old friend of mine. Lynn Greenfield and I met when our oldest boys were toddlers, roughly 55 years ago. We both lived in Ewing and because good friends. We were active in the Jaycees Auxiliary (I wonder if that still exists) and always went to each others' parties and celebrations. Lynn's husband, Dick, owned a new car dealership, Dick Greenfield Dodge, and if I remember correctly, my husband, Pat, bought a car from him. Besides their boy--his name was Frankie--they had a daughter a few years later. They moved to Titusville later and we kept in touch for a time, but then--well, didn't.
I'm pretty sure I've actually located Lynn. I think she lives in Ft. McCoy, Florida, and I found that her son, "Frankie"--Frank R. Greenfield II--lives in L.A. I found both their phone numbers, but can't find anything else on-line, either in social media or e-mail. I'm trying to decide if I should call or write her.
Drove to town later than usual (after 4:00) and walked the usual in light rain and an umbrella. Bought a book at one of the thrift stores. I feel better that I didn't skip both walks.
Wednesday, March 21, 2018
Maze Runner And Rain
A different day from the usual. Walked Kimball, had breakfast, and jumped in the shower and washed my hair, preparing to meet Nancy in town for the twelve noon movie. However, she called about 9:00 to say she was apprehensive being out in late afternoon, considering the expected storm.
Now we're talking rain, not snow, but this is California and yes, "heavy" rain was predicted, although I had read it wouldn't start until evening. It's true that people up in the hills were told they might have to evacuate, but that would be unlikely in flat Oakview, where Nancy lives. What made her nervous, though, was driving home on route 33, which goes up a hill and I didn't blame her. We thought we'd have to cancel our Tuesday, but I asked how she'd feel about simply meeting for lunch. I said I'd be glad to drive up to near her place, but Nancy preferred Masa Sushi in town and that was fine by me.
That meant I was able to park at the museum and do my usual afternoon walk. Met up at noon and we had great lunch with miso soup, salmon, sushi, and good Japanese Sapporo beer. Of course, we talked and sat for a long time. When we left, I walked Nancy to the parking garage, then went back to my car at the museum. Went home and changed, then to the store to pick up some fresh produce. It was only a little after 2:00 when I finished and I didn't feel like going home. Iit occurred to me I could go to a movie by myself--and I did. Walked into the Regency, asked what was playing or about to start, was told Maze Runner: Death Cure, so that's what I saw. (If something else had just started, I would have seen that, instead.)
Was it good? Applied to this kind of movie, I have no idea how to answer that. But did I enjoy it? Why yes, It was a futuristic type, full of violence, incredible movie photo-shopping, not something I would never dream of seeing if I had had a choice, but I didn't, so I just relaxed and went with it. Of course, the minute I got up from my seat, I forgot about it, but still, it was a pleasant enough way to pass an afternoon.
It had started raining while I was in the theatre at 6:15 or so, but only very lightly. Now, at 6:28 on Wednesday, it still is--or is again--more strongly, but still it's not what you'd call a heavy rain--not on the west coast, anyway.
Now we're talking rain, not snow, but this is California and yes, "heavy" rain was predicted, although I had read it wouldn't start until evening. It's true that people up in the hills were told they might have to evacuate, but that would be unlikely in flat Oakview, where Nancy lives. What made her nervous, though, was driving home on route 33, which goes up a hill and I didn't blame her. We thought we'd have to cancel our Tuesday, but I asked how she'd feel about simply meeting for lunch. I said I'd be glad to drive up to near her place, but Nancy preferred Masa Sushi in town and that was fine by me.
That meant I was able to park at the museum and do my usual afternoon walk. Met up at noon and we had great lunch with miso soup, salmon, sushi, and good Japanese Sapporo beer. Of course, we talked and sat for a long time. When we left, I walked Nancy to the parking garage, then went back to my car at the museum. Went home and changed, then to the store to pick up some fresh produce. It was only a little after 2:00 when I finished and I didn't feel like going home. Iit occurred to me I could go to a movie by myself--and I did. Walked into the Regency, asked what was playing or about to start, was told Maze Runner: Death Cure, so that's what I saw. (If something else had just started, I would have seen that, instead.)
Was it good? Applied to this kind of movie, I have no idea how to answer that. But did I enjoy it? Why yes, It was a futuristic type, full of violence, incredible movie photo-shopping, not something I would never dream of seeing if I had had a choice, but I didn't, so I just relaxed and went with it. Of course, the minute I got up from my seat, I forgot about it, but still, it was a pleasant enough way to pass an afternoon.
It had started raining while I was in the theatre at 6:15 or so, but only very lightly. Now, at 6:28 on Wednesday, it still is--or is again--more strongly, but still it's not what you'd call a heavy rain--not on the west coast, anyway.
Tuesday, March 20, 2018
Looking Up
Well, things are looking up. I was heartened by my friend, Pat's, comment, for one thing. For another, I think I just naturally (as I assumed I would) pulled out of my gloom, at least to a fair extent.
Walked Kimball, breakfasted, then went out for coffee filters and tomatoes. Sliced up the latter, did the same to a big onion, added garlic, olive oil, and vinegar, and roasted in the oven. This was a particularly good batch (they all seem to turn out differently) and enhanced my lunch salad.
Drove to town and called Nancy to see if she was going to the widder dinner. Yep, and I suggested for our Tuesday outing today, that we see The Shape of Water in town. It didn't look that interesting to me, best picture or not, but there isn't much else we haven't seen, so we decided on that. Stopped at Masa Sushi, the Japanese restaurant nearby, which we'll visit after the movie. and picked up some takeout menus.
Went to Sizzler for the widder dinner and had a fine time. There was somebody new there--Ruth--and I enjoyed talking to her, as well as the rest of the group. I'm still not nuts about the food there, but I guess I'll survive it.
Walked Kimball, breakfasted, then went out for coffee filters and tomatoes. Sliced up the latter, did the same to a big onion, added garlic, olive oil, and vinegar, and roasted in the oven. This was a particularly good batch (they all seem to turn out differently) and enhanced my lunch salad.
Drove to town and called Nancy to see if she was going to the widder dinner. Yep, and I suggested for our Tuesday outing today, that we see The Shape of Water in town. It didn't look that interesting to me, best picture or not, but there isn't much else we haven't seen, so we decided on that. Stopped at Masa Sushi, the Japanese restaurant nearby, which we'll visit after the movie. and picked up some takeout menus.
Went to Sizzler for the widder dinner and had a fine time. There was somebody new there--Ruth--and I enjoyed talking to her, as well as the rest of the group. I'm still not nuts about the food there, but I guess I'll survive it.
Sunday, March 18, 2018
Blue Funk
Sort of a nothing--read "nuthin'--day. Walked the walk, then Sunday-ed the Sunday and was kind of at loose ends after that. Walked over to Vons (it's right on the next block) for lettuce and blackberries, did some computer stuff, and had lunch. Called my neice, Carolyn, just to say hello and found she was in San Juan Capistrano for a girls' weekend and her fiftieth birthday.
E-mailed my friend, Diane, suggesting I pick her up some day this week and we'll go to The Cave, which we've been talking about. She wrote back and we made a date for Thursday at 3:00. I then (unusual for me) lay down and actually took an hour nap. Left for town at 3:00, walked to the library, read a while, then walked back and went home.
I don't know why, I was just in a blue funk for some reason. I know this will pass if I just hold on, but I wish I could think of a way to cheer myself up.
E-mailed my friend, Diane, suggesting I pick her up some day this week and we'll go to The Cave, which we've been talking about. She wrote back and we made a date for Thursday at 3:00. I then (unusual for me) lay down and actually took an hour nap. Left for town at 3:00, walked to the library, read a while, then walked back and went home.
I don't know why, I was just in a blue funk for some reason. I know this will pass if I just hold on, but I wish I could think of a way to cheer myself up.
The Non-Party
Kimball--downright cold because I got there too early--about 6:45 and it was just getting light. Did it anyway, then went home to the usual. After, I did a lot of research on this and that, including the Dionne Quintuplets. I want to turn my attention to working up my presentation again.
Went out to get paper products of various kinds, then down to the thrift store, just to browse. I found a very nice makeup case for a very low price, so bought it for my forthcoming trip (when forthcoming, I don't know; in June, I hope).
I know there was going to be a St. Patrick's Day parade in town and decided not to drive there. Instead, I went again to Kimball and did that walk again. Got home to shower and dress and took off for Gillian's party in Ojai.
Oh, it was such riotous fun! I met a guy, we had plenty of green beer, then walked out into the moonlight and... Nope. I drove up, thinking it was odd there weren't a lot of cars around, walked to the door, and saw a note on it: The party was cancelled due to a death in the family. Oh, darn. I drove to Ellen's, who was cleaning; she was surprised I hadn't known about the cancellation, as Gillian had put it on Facebook, but I hadn't.
It turned out to be a good time, anyway. El and I had Margaritas and chatted while she continued cleaning. She then served up a Bistro M.D. dinners. Greg was in Santa Barbara and called a few times. I'm sorry I didn't get to see him, but it was already after 8:00 when I left.
Got home fine--hey, maybe Gillian will have an Easter party!
Went out to get paper products of various kinds, then down to the thrift store, just to browse. I found a very nice makeup case for a very low price, so bought it for my forthcoming trip (when forthcoming, I don't know; in June, I hope).
I know there was going to be a St. Patrick's Day parade in town and decided not to drive there. Instead, I went again to Kimball and did that walk again. Got home to shower and dress and took off for Gillian's party in Ojai.
Oh, it was such riotous fun! I met a guy, we had plenty of green beer, then walked out into the moonlight and... Nope. I drove up, thinking it was odd there weren't a lot of cars around, walked to the door, and saw a note on it: The party was cancelled due to a death in the family. Oh, darn. I drove to Ellen's, who was cleaning; she was surprised I hadn't known about the cancellation, as Gillian had put it on Facebook, but I hadn't.
It turned out to be a good time, anyway. El and I had Margaritas and chatted while she continued cleaning. She then served up a Bistro M.D. dinners. Greg was in Santa Barbara and called a few times. I'm sorry I didn't get to see him, but it was already after 8:00 when I left.
Got home fine--hey, maybe Gillian will have an Easter party!
Saturday, March 17, 2018
T.O.P.S. And A Name
Walked Kimball under gloomy skies, then changed for T.O.P.S. and hey, things are looking up!
Looking down, I mean, that is, my weight. I weighed in at 127.7, down 3.2 from last week, for a total off of 54.2 pounds. Less than two more will get me down to where I want to be.
Of course, the meeting limped along so slowly, I didn't get breakfast until 10:30. Went to Ralph's and WinCo after that to pick up Dave's Killer Bread, blueberries, and crab meat.
Cut up the rest of the watermelon, pared and chopped three big cucumbers, and sliced mushrooms to saute. After that and lunch, I took off for town.
By the time I reached the library, then read for a bit (I lost interest in Steve Jobs and went back to Jackie Kennedy), it was after 4:00. Walked back to my car in rain. It was so light, I wouldn't even call it a drizzle, more a soft shower. I used to hate to be out in the rain without an umbrella, but now I don't mind it at all. Before, it spotted my glasses and since now I don't wear them, I can shrug off getting wet.
Note for St. Patrick's Day: My friend, Pat, mentioned on her blog that her niece named her first baby "Declan." I had never heard that name before (remember, I'm only half Irish), but it must be one of those fads, as names so often are. Tim, my nephew, and his wife just had their first, and named him the same. Incidentally, Tim is 51. Think that makes him an unusually old first-time Dad? Not in my family: My son is Japan was 54 when Koushin, now 4, was born. For that matter, the Byrne- descended girls are no slouches, either. My niece, Elaine, was 45 and had a 5-year-old--not son, but grandson--when her last was born. So Andrew, the uncle, is five years younger than his nephew, Nicky. That's the Irish for you!
Looking down, I mean, that is, my weight. I weighed in at 127.7, down 3.2 from last week, for a total off of 54.2 pounds. Less than two more will get me down to where I want to be.
Of course, the meeting limped along so slowly, I didn't get breakfast until 10:30. Went to Ralph's and WinCo after that to pick up Dave's Killer Bread, blueberries, and crab meat.
Cut up the rest of the watermelon, pared and chopped three big cucumbers, and sliced mushrooms to saute. After that and lunch, I took off for town.
By the time I reached the library, then read for a bit (I lost interest in Steve Jobs and went back to Jackie Kennedy), it was after 4:00. Walked back to my car in rain. It was so light, I wouldn't even call it a drizzle, more a soft shower. I used to hate to be out in the rain without an umbrella, but now I don't mind it at all. Before, it spotted my glasses and since now I don't wear them, I can shrug off getting wet.
Note for St. Patrick's Day: My friend, Pat, mentioned on her blog that her niece named her first baby "Declan." I had never heard that name before (remember, I'm only half Irish), but it must be one of those fads, as names so often are. Tim, my nephew, and his wife just had their first, and named him the same. Incidentally, Tim is 51. Think that makes him an unusually old first-time Dad? Not in my family: My son is Japan was 54 when Koushin, now 4, was born. For that matter, the Byrne- descended girls are no slouches, either. My niece, Elaine, was 45 and had a 5-year-old--not son, but grandson--when her last was born. So Andrew, the uncle, is five years younger than his nephew, Nicky. That's the Irish for you!
Friday, March 16, 2018
Getting Things Done
YAY! I finally finished the three things I've been putting off, literally, for months.
1. Taxes: After Kimball and breakfast, I gathered the last of the info together and took it over to Michelle. Now it's in her court and I don't even want to think about it until I have to sign.
2. Toastmasters Pathways: I've been trying to ignore this ever since I joined, but my mentor, Fern kept urging me to "take the next step." I resisted, since I didn't really want to expend the effort, but finally went on-line and at least looked it over. It actually looks fairly interesting, so that's okay. Will continue to follow it and now, I can at least tell Fern I'm in it.
3. Pedicure: I really dislike having people poking around my feet, but I can't do it myself and my toenails were just a disgrace, as well as a hazard. Finally went to Jessica Nails, plopped myself down, and had a very pleasant Vietnamese (they're all Vietnamese) girl named "Sue" (or "Su"--she can use the same name here) did the deed. Boy, it feels good.
Before all that, I took a wash to the place and did this and that until it was finished. Called Betty and was alarmed to learn she had fallen in her driveway a few days ago. She said her glasses were pushed into her face and she was very bruised. I'm glad she went to her doctor; he had a lot of tests done and, good thing, there seems to be no permanent damage.
Went for the town walk, as ever. Sat at the library for thirty minutes or so, reading a very extensive bio of Steve Jobs. Don't know if I have the interest to continue.
Went to Humor & Drama Toastmasters and read the "Dear Dogs and Cats" thing. That went over pretty big. I signed up to give an "icebreaker" talk next time. This is supposed to be about your own life in some way or another--I have plenty of material for that.
1. Taxes: After Kimball and breakfast, I gathered the last of the info together and took it over to Michelle. Now it's in her court and I don't even want to think about it until I have to sign.
2. Toastmasters Pathways: I've been trying to ignore this ever since I joined, but my mentor, Fern kept urging me to "take the next step." I resisted, since I didn't really want to expend the effort, but finally went on-line and at least looked it over. It actually looks fairly interesting, so that's okay. Will continue to follow it and now, I can at least tell Fern I'm in it.
3. Pedicure: I really dislike having people poking around my feet, but I can't do it myself and my toenails were just a disgrace, as well as a hazard. Finally went to Jessica Nails, plopped myself down, and had a very pleasant Vietnamese (they're all Vietnamese) girl named "Sue" (or "Su"--she can use the same name here) did the deed. Boy, it feels good.
Before all that, I took a wash to the place and did this and that until it was finished. Called Betty and was alarmed to learn she had fallen in her driveway a few days ago. She said her glasses were pushed into her face and she was very bruised. I'm glad she went to her doctor; he had a lot of tests done and, good thing, there seems to be no permanent damage.
Went for the town walk, as ever. Sat at the library for thirty minutes or so, reading a very extensive bio of Steve Jobs. Don't know if I have the interest to continue.
Went to Humor & Drama Toastmasters and read the "Dear Dogs and Cats" thing. That went over pretty big. I signed up to give an "icebreaker" talk next time. This is supposed to be about your own life in some way or another--I have plenty of material for that.
Thursday, March 15, 2018
Rain And Guns
Rainy, rain, rain again, but not while I walked, so was able to get both in. Did Kimball, then after breakfast, finally and at long last got my tax stuff together. Must call Michelle to see when we can meet.
I was going to do a load of wash, but I really don't have that much and think I'll do it today. Went to WinCo, Trader Joe's, and Ralph's for various fruits and veggies. Prepared some, had lunch,then took off for town. Walked to the library, as ever, and who was there but my friend, Diane. She had been at a school, the students of which were demonstrating about the gun thing. Lots of other schools across the country did the same, the "movement" now orchestrated by the media.
To what purpose all this is for, I don't know. Will our whore politicians reject all the dough they get from the gun lobby? Fat chance. However, there will be lots and lots of talk and high indignation, and yells and tears and so on, just as there was after Sandy Hook. Of course, that resulted in the fall of the gun lobby, the outlawing of guns, and peace settling over the land, didn't it? Oh, it didn't?
Americans in the age of instant solutions seem to to have embraced the mind set that if you make some kind of dramatic gesture, that's the same as spending years in trying to accomplish something substantial.
I was going to do a load of wash, but I really don't have that much and think I'll do it today. Went to WinCo, Trader Joe's, and Ralph's for various fruits and veggies. Prepared some, had lunch,then took off for town. Walked to the library, as ever, and who was there but my friend, Diane. She had been at a school, the students of which were demonstrating about the gun thing. Lots of other schools across the country did the same, the "movement" now orchestrated by the media.
To what purpose all this is for, I don't know. Will our whore politicians reject all the dough they get from the gun lobby? Fat chance. However, there will be lots and lots of talk and high indignation, and yells and tears and so on, just as there was after Sandy Hook. Of course, that resulted in the fall of the gun lobby, the outlawing of guns, and peace settling over the land, didn't it? Oh, it didn't?
Americans in the age of instant solutions seem to to have embraced the mind set that if you make some kind of dramatic gesture, that's the same as spending years in trying to accomplish something substantial.
Wednesday, March 14, 2018
"Molly's Game"
It was raining again when I finally got up at 7:00 and I waited to go to Kimball until after breakfast, when it had stopped. By that time, it was about 10:00, but I didn't want to give myself a pass, so did it.
Finally pulled together most of the tax info for Michelle. Must go over it and see if there's anything else I should have. Had to go to the post office to send the Jersey boys St.Pat's Day cards--with a little dough tucked in--so was a bit late meeting Nancy for our Tuesday outing. However, I got there and we saw Molly's Game.
Boy, we both loved it. I didn't think it would be anything I'd really care for--poker and so on--but it was terrific. The acting was just perfect, especially the supporting players--spot on.
After, we went to The Cave, natch, and had our usual: Nancy, champagne, Mimi, Chardonnay, plus their delicious made-on-the-premises potato chips. Talked and talked, as ever, and had a fine time.
We stayed almost two hours, then said goodbye and, although it was overcast, wasn't raining, I drove directly to town to do the museum-to-library walk.
I had missed a call from Greg when we were in the movies and got a voice mail message from him. He said a friend of his who has a radio show, is looking for an apartment and would I tell him who to contact at Ventura Del Sol. Called him back and left a message for him to call Jim or Bianca and left the number.
Finally pulled together most of the tax info for Michelle. Must go over it and see if there's anything else I should have. Had to go to the post office to send the Jersey boys St.Pat's Day cards--with a little dough tucked in--so was a bit late meeting Nancy for our Tuesday outing. However, I got there and we saw Molly's Game.
Boy, we both loved it. I didn't think it would be anything I'd really care for--poker and so on--but it was terrific. The acting was just perfect, especially the supporting players--spot on.
After, we went to The Cave, natch, and had our usual: Nancy, champagne, Mimi, Chardonnay, plus their delicious made-on-the-premises potato chips. Talked and talked, as ever, and had a fine time.
We stayed almost two hours, then said goodbye and, although it was overcast, wasn't raining, I drove directly to town to do the museum-to-library walk.
I had missed a call from Greg when we were in the movies and got a voice mail message from him. He said a friend of his who has a radio show, is looking for an apartment and would I tell him who to contact at Ventura Del Sol. Called him back and left a message for him to call Jim or Bianca and left the number.
Tuesday, March 13, 2018
Handicaps And Toastmasters
It seemed weird to have to wait until 7:00 to go for my walk--it was still dark out before them. However, I know I'll adjust.
After I had sent an e-mail to docent director Jan, telling her our Toastmasters group couldn't meet at Dudley House because two members can't negotiate stairs, she wrote back to say there was an handicap ramp. What? I had never noticed it. I drove over on my way to down and happy day--there's a permanent, very gently inclined ramp that's perfect for Noreen and Fern! I called Fern, then e-mailed the other members to tell them, then saw them last night at The Brewery. (We meet there for the first of two a month, and will use Dudley House for the second.) I turned the rental agreement over to Rachel, our president, and she'll take it from there.
The meeting went okay, better for the robust glass of "Blonde," one of the beers brewed there. I had stopped at Trader Joe's and bought pretzels and a cracker and cheese combination; brought them for nibbles. I was grammarian/word of the day person; I didn't pick any English errors and presented "gauche" as the WOTD. Cece and Rachel were the speakers and respectively, chose the religious labyrinth and speech pathology (Rachel is a speech therapist).
After, Fern again urged me to go on the Toastmasters site and enter the "Pathways" program. I had hoped I could slip under the radar and just attend the meetings, but I'm afraid I can't escape it.
I again had insomnia. Got up about 1:00 and just could not get back until maybe 4:00. I turned off the alarm when it rang and didn't actually get up until a half hour ago at 7:00. Darn, I have to stop this.
After I had sent an e-mail to docent director Jan, telling her our Toastmasters group couldn't meet at Dudley House because two members can't negotiate stairs, she wrote back to say there was an handicap ramp. What? I had never noticed it. I drove over on my way to down and happy day--there's a permanent, very gently inclined ramp that's perfect for Noreen and Fern! I called Fern, then e-mailed the other members to tell them, then saw them last night at The Brewery. (We meet there for the first of two a month, and will use Dudley House for the second.) I turned the rental agreement over to Rachel, our president, and she'll take it from there.
The meeting went okay, better for the robust glass of "Blonde," one of the beers brewed there. I had stopped at Trader Joe's and bought pretzels and a cracker and cheese combination; brought them for nibbles. I was grammarian/word of the day person; I didn't pick any English errors and presented "gauche" as the WOTD. Cece and Rachel were the speakers and respectively, chose the religious labyrinth and speech pathology (Rachel is a speech therapist).
After, Fern again urged me to go on the Toastmasters site and enter the "Pathways" program. I had hoped I could slip under the radar and just attend the meetings, but I'm afraid I can't escape it.
I again had insomnia. Got up about 1:00 and just could not get back until maybe 4:00. I turned off the alarm when it rang and didn't actually get up until a half hour ago at 7:00. Darn, I have to stop this.
Monday, March 12, 2018
Cruisin' Around
It was a nicer day and, happily, I was able to get both walks in. Did the usual Sunday thing after Kimball--it's funny how I look forward to the Sunday crossword--then went to WinCo for chicken and spaghetti squash. Also checked out their pretzels and Goldfish; I said I'd bring something to The Brewery tonight, when we meet for Toastmasters. However, I'm going to annouch that they can't have so much as a crumb until somebody volunteers to take what's left over home. I don't want to have access to bring it in.
Okay, daylight saving time: It's amazing how many clocks I have. The laptop and my phone changed themselves, of course, but incredibly, I have five other clocks that are mechanical. One is my trusty little alarm clock--yes, yes, I know I can program my phone to function that way, but why should I? The other in the bedroom is a disk made into a little round clock; many, many years ago, my older son got it as some kind of promotion when ordered a CD or something. He gave it to me at least 20 years ago, and it's kept time fairly well all that time. Both the former run on batteries.
In the kitchen, I have a pseudo antique clock on the wall, which also runs on a battery, as it's a cheap imitation I got at a thrift shop. However, it looks very authentic and I flanked it with large pictures of my father when he was at Villanova, one of his track team, the other of his debating team.
Also in the kitchen, the clocks on the stove and microwave had to be changed. Oh, wait, I had to change the one in the car, also--that's a total of EIGHT clocks that I own! What's really weird is that 1.) if I don't set the alarm, I invariably wake up within ten minutes of the time I set it (5:45 am) anyay; 2.) almost always, I know what time it is without looking at a clock. Why do I need all those clocks? I don't, but I'm compulsive.
Nancy called while I was in town. She had suggested we go to lunch at the Red Lobster for our Tuesday outing; I had agreed, but really prefer a movie, then our little wine outing. I was glad when she indicated she'd rather do that, too. We'll look for what's playing.
Had the swordfish for dinner, searing it on both sides, then roasting in the oven. It was delish.
Okay, daylight saving time: It's amazing how many clocks I have. The laptop and my phone changed themselves, of course, but incredibly, I have five other clocks that are mechanical. One is my trusty little alarm clock--yes, yes, I know I can program my phone to function that way, but why should I? The other in the bedroom is a disk made into a little round clock; many, many years ago, my older son got it as some kind of promotion when ordered a CD or something. He gave it to me at least 20 years ago, and it's kept time fairly well all that time. Both the former run on batteries.
In the kitchen, I have a pseudo antique clock on the wall, which also runs on a battery, as it's a cheap imitation I got at a thrift shop. However, it looks very authentic and I flanked it with large pictures of my father when he was at Villanova, one of his track team, the other of his debating team.
Also in the kitchen, the clocks on the stove and microwave had to be changed. Oh, wait, I had to change the one in the car, also--that's a total of EIGHT clocks that I own! What's really weird is that 1.) if I don't set the alarm, I invariably wake up within ten minutes of the time I set it (5:45 am) anyay; 2.) almost always, I know what time it is without looking at a clock. Why do I need all those clocks? I don't, but I'm compulsive.
Nancy called while I was in town. She had suggested we go to lunch at the Red Lobster for our Tuesday outing; I had agreed, but really prefer a movie, then our little wine outing. I was glad when she indicated she'd rather do that, too. We'll look for what's playing.
Had the swordfish for dinner, searing it on both sides, then roasting in the oven. It was delish.
Sunday, March 11, 2018
Rain
What a miserable day. I was able to get my park walk in under dark and dreary skies, but it started to rain shortly after I got home, about 7:45. It seemed to me a particularly California type of rain--kind of limp and half-hearted, little drips coming straight down and with no wind. Yes, yes, we need it desperately, but I love sunshine and I hate rain, which makes me feel sad and depressed.
Speaking of depressed: I was looking at something on this laptop, went to delete, and found it was frozen in the hourglass shape. Foolishly (because I should never do anything electronic when I don't know what it means and I don't know what anything means), I pressed control/alt/delete, then "sign out." It signed out, which took an age, and I didn't know how to get it running again.
Called El, but she had voice mail on--I should have texted her, but didn't think of it--and I just picked up the damn thing, put it in several protective coverings and hauled it off to Office Depot. There I found Jesus, that neat guy, and he said I should have held the start button down for 5 seconds. Who knew, but anyway, he got it started again, plus ran a diagnostic test and found all is well. Besides all that good stuff, we got to talking; he's just finishing up his associates at Oxnard College and will go for his bachelors at a university next. We also talked about math (he likes it--ugh!) and English (he has to write a five-page essay on politics and is nervous about it). With his name what it is, I wasn't surprised to hear he wasn't born here, but his accent is only barely noticable and he speaks well. We got into a talk about politics and boy, he's a guy after my own heart.
El called while I was there, but I told her no prob. Walked out happily with my little lady laptop, then called her again when I got home, just to catch up.
Earlier, I had stopped at Sprouts to buy a pound of raw shrimp. Had it for dinner and boy, there's no comparison with the already-cooked kind, almost invariably frozen. I do keep that on hand, in case I run out, but fresh is better. Also got some fresh swordfish, which I'll have tonight.
Speaking of depressed: I was looking at something on this laptop, went to delete, and found it was frozen in the hourglass shape. Foolishly (because I should never do anything electronic when I don't know what it means and I don't know what anything means), I pressed control/alt/delete, then "sign out." It signed out, which took an age, and I didn't know how to get it running again.
Called El, but she had voice mail on--I should have texted her, but didn't think of it--and I just picked up the damn thing, put it in several protective coverings and hauled it off to Office Depot. There I found Jesus, that neat guy, and he said I should have held the start button down for 5 seconds. Who knew, but anyway, he got it started again, plus ran a diagnostic test and found all is well. Besides all that good stuff, we got to talking; he's just finishing up his associates at Oxnard College and will go for his bachelors at a university next. We also talked about math (he likes it--ugh!) and English (he has to write a five-page essay on politics and is nervous about it). With his name what it is, I wasn't surprised to hear he wasn't born here, but his accent is only barely noticable and he speaks well. We got into a talk about politics and boy, he's a guy after my own heart.
El called while I was there, but I told her no prob. Walked out happily with my little lady laptop, then called her again when I got home, just to catch up.
Earlier, I had stopped at Sprouts to buy a pound of raw shrimp. Had it for dinner and boy, there's no comparison with the already-cooked kind, almost invariably frozen. I do keep that on hand, in case I run out, but fresh is better. Also got some fresh swordfish, which I'll have tonight.
Saturday, March 10, 2018
T.O.P.S. And More
Walk, then T.O.P.S. to find, not only did I not lose, but according to the scale from Hell, I gained.
Now, my fellow TOPSYs and I decided the scale is malfunctioning. Seriously. The reason we think so is that everybody got weighed more than once, and nobody weighed the same with each. When I first got on, it said 129.8, which means I stayed about the same. However, I weighed three more times and got 130 point something, which means a gained about a pound. Well, the hell with it, I'm still over 50 pounds off and maybe it will straighten itself out next week.
Betty called while I was there, so I didn't answer, but called when I got home. That, on top of the usual long, dragged-out meeting, meant I didn't have breakfast until 10:30. After that, I scrubbed two pounds of carrots, cut two oranges into eighths, and put them in the slow cooker. Printed out my resignation letter for Suz, dropped it off at her office, stopped to get watermelon, blueberries, and salsa, then took off for town after 3:00. Found a Kelly green top that I'll wear to Gillian's St. Pat's Day party on the seventeenth--should be great fun.
Read for a bit, then saw fog come rolling in--it looked eerie, but interesting, too, as it's unusual here. Drove home and saw neighbor Fred when I parked. He invited me to see a video somebody had done of him and his wife, talking about the fact that all their possessions were burned. He said he'd invite Sister Suzanne, too, naturally (his wife works at St. John's, also). Funny, I'm always taken aback when I hear her referred to as "Sister Suzanne," but of course, that what she is. Stopped in on Suzanne and we talked about it, plus other things, including the article she gave me on the new Alzheimer's drug.
Now, my fellow TOPSYs and I decided the scale is malfunctioning. Seriously. The reason we think so is that everybody got weighed more than once, and nobody weighed the same with each. When I first got on, it said 129.8, which means I stayed about the same. However, I weighed three more times and got 130 point something, which means a gained about a pound. Well, the hell with it, I'm still over 50 pounds off and maybe it will straighten itself out next week.
Betty called while I was there, so I didn't answer, but called when I got home. That, on top of the usual long, dragged-out meeting, meant I didn't have breakfast until 10:30. After that, I scrubbed two pounds of carrots, cut two oranges into eighths, and put them in the slow cooker. Printed out my resignation letter for Suz, dropped it off at her office, stopped to get watermelon, blueberries, and salsa, then took off for town after 3:00. Found a Kelly green top that I'll wear to Gillian's St. Pat's Day party on the seventeenth--should be great fun.
Read for a bit, then saw fog come rolling in--it looked eerie, but interesting, too, as it's unusual here. Drove home and saw neighbor Fred when I parked. He invited me to see a video somebody had done of him and his wife, talking about the fact that all their possessions were burned. He said he'd invite Sister Suzanne, too, naturally (his wife works at St. John's, also). Funny, I'm always taken aback when I hear her referred to as "Sister Suzanne," but of course, that what she is. Stopped in on Suzanne and we talked about it, plus other things, including the article she gave me on the new Alzheimer's drug.
Friday, March 09, 2018
Chores And Stuff
Virtuous me, I spent a lot of the day catching up on domestic duties. After walking Kimball and breakfast, I mopped the hard floors, stripped the bed, re-made, and took linens and another load to The Place (it's only a short path walk away). While they washed, then dried, I prepared my Romaine, chopped cucumbers, and cut down my chicken carcass from the other day to get that chopped, too. All that got put together in my big salad lunch.
Got an e-mail from Suz, asking that I send her my resignation from VCS in writing, so I sat down and, in between chores, composed that. She sent me a second, saying that they'll be reorganizing based on my long message to her after the last time-wasting meeting. That's fine, but I'm moving on.
After lunch, went on my regular town walk, stopping first to pick up rice cakes. As Becky, from T.O.P.S. remarked, they taste like cardboard, but I've gotten to like them. Sometimes I sprinkle Parmesan cheese on them, which is an improvement--sort of.
Funnily, I ran into Diane on Main Street, slowly maneuvering with her walker, but dressed, as ever, very stylishly and made up nicely. We chatted and agreed I'll pick her up sometime and we'll go for a wine outing at The Cave.
When I got home, I found at my door, a Time magazine from Suzanne, with an article on a new drug for Alzheimer. It was so good of her to leave it, as she knows about my brother. Haven't read it yet, but fervently hope it may the the breakthrough.
I printed out the letter for Suz, signed it, and took it to her office. I had forgotten that she, too, has resigned from her regular job (not the VCS one, but she had headed up the Agency on Aging for Ventura), so sent it to her electronically.
Got an e-mail from Suz, asking that I send her my resignation from VCS in writing, so I sat down and, in between chores, composed that. She sent me a second, saying that they'll be reorganizing based on my long message to her after the last time-wasting meeting. That's fine, but I'm moving on.
After lunch, went on my regular town walk, stopping first to pick up rice cakes. As Becky, from T.O.P.S. remarked, they taste like cardboard, but I've gotten to like them. Sometimes I sprinkle Parmesan cheese on them, which is an improvement--sort of.
Funnily, I ran into Diane on Main Street, slowly maneuvering with her walker, but dressed, as ever, very stylishly and made up nicely. We chatted and agreed I'll pick her up sometime and we'll go for a wine outing at The Cave.
When I got home, I found at my door, a Time magazine from Suzanne, with an article on a new drug for Alzheimer. It was so good of her to leave it, as she knows about my brother. Haven't read it yet, but fervently hope it may the the breakthrough.
I printed out the letter for Suz, signed it, and took it to her office. I had forgotten that she, too, has resigned from her regular job (not the VCS one, but she had headed up the Agency on Aging for Ventura), so sent it to her electronically.
Thursday, March 08, 2018
Masa Sushi With Diane
Full day again. Walking Kimball, I met up (as usual) with Irene and Diane; latter said she liked the movie, too. Driving home, I was amused to see a license plate on a pickup truck that started with a waving hand, then read "OSILVR." Get it? "Hi (y)o Silver." Cute, sez I.
Off to WinCo after breakfast for blueberries, spinach, and swai. Showered and washed hair, then set off for town about 11:30. Parked at the museum, walked to the library, and read until 12:15, when I set off to meet Diane. I actually saw her walking ahead of me--she had been in the library when I was, but we didn't see each other.
Went to Masa Sushi right across Main Street and what a neat place. Our waiter, an adorable kid named Andy, said he was part Japanese, part Vietnamese. When I told him how long my son had lived in Tokyo and that I had been to both places, we had a good talk. Diane has also been to Japan, as well as many other places around the world, so we chatted happily. Soon, a waitress, a very nice young woman, joined our conversation. It was great fun and we were all in a buoyant mood.
Ordered and got a wonderful array of sushi, broiled salmon, salad (they seem to throw this in for Americans, as it isn't the usual in Japan), and other good stuff. Diane and I both had Sapporo, Japanese beer--very good, but no different from beer here. Anyway, we had a ball.
Diane is a Unitarian--Zeus knows why. Good grief, if you're going to be religious, join a religion; if you're not, don't. I can never understand what people see in Unitarianism--just seems silly to me. However, Diane is in all kinds of "peace" groups connected to that organization, some spurious, it seems to me, but hey, it's better than aggression groups, I guess.
After we ate, Diane invited me across the street to see her--well, it's called a studio apartment--in other words, a single room. It's actually smaller than my bedroom, but she has it reasonably nicely arranged with a kind of sofa/bed, a table, and some chairs. There's a shower and toilet in an adjoining very small room,; the sink is in the "bedroom" and serves for washing hands, dishes, and everything else. She has a small refrigerator and a microwave, too, but aside from that, not much else, as nothing else would fit. Diane pays $600 a month for this; I didn't ask, but I assume she doesn't have to cover heat or electricity. Anyway, it was interesting to see.
Said goodbye and drove home, stopping to get St. Patrick's Day cards for the kiddies. Met Suzanne and Don when I drove into my spot and chatted with them for a bit. Suzanne asked me in to see her fellow nun's weaving work: an interestingly patterned dish towel and a beautiful, pale lavender scarf.
Wrote out the cards for the three children in Asia and drove to the P.O. for stamps and to send them off. From there, I went to Grocery Outlet, just because I felt like not being home. Didn't get anything but some small sweet peppers.
Off to WinCo after breakfast for blueberries, spinach, and swai. Showered and washed hair, then set off for town about 11:30. Parked at the museum, walked to the library, and read until 12:15, when I set off to meet Diane. I actually saw her walking ahead of me--she had been in the library when I was, but we didn't see each other.
Went to Masa Sushi right across Main Street and what a neat place. Our waiter, an adorable kid named Andy, said he was part Japanese, part Vietnamese. When I told him how long my son had lived in Tokyo and that I had been to both places, we had a good talk. Diane has also been to Japan, as well as many other places around the world, so we chatted happily. Soon, a waitress, a very nice young woman, joined our conversation. It was great fun and we were all in a buoyant mood.
Ordered and got a wonderful array of sushi, broiled salmon, salad (they seem to throw this in for Americans, as it isn't the usual in Japan), and other good stuff. Diane and I both had Sapporo, Japanese beer--very good, but no different from beer here. Anyway, we had a ball.
Diane is a Unitarian--Zeus knows why. Good grief, if you're going to be religious, join a religion; if you're not, don't. I can never understand what people see in Unitarianism--just seems silly to me. However, Diane is in all kinds of "peace" groups connected to that organization, some spurious, it seems to me, but hey, it's better than aggression groups, I guess.
After we ate, Diane invited me across the street to see her--well, it's called a studio apartment--in other words, a single room. It's actually smaller than my bedroom, but she has it reasonably nicely arranged with a kind of sofa/bed, a table, and some chairs. There's a shower and toilet in an adjoining very small room,; the sink is in the "bedroom" and serves for washing hands, dishes, and everything else. She has a small refrigerator and a microwave, too, but aside from that, not much else, as nothing else would fit. Diane pays $600 a month for this; I didn't ask, but I assume she doesn't have to cover heat or electricity. Anyway, it was interesting to see.
Said goodbye and drove home, stopping to get St. Patrick's Day cards for the kiddies. Met Suzanne and Don when I drove into my spot and chatted with them for a bit. Suzanne asked me in to see her fellow nun's weaving work: an interestingly patterned dish towel and a beautiful, pale lavender scarf.
Wrote out the cards for the three children in Asia and drove to the P.O. for stamps and to send them off. From there, I went to Grocery Outlet, just because I felt like not being home. Didn't get anything but some small sweet peppers.
Wednesday, March 07, 2018
"The Greatest Showman"
Okay, I skipped walking Kimball because I got up so late. Skipped breakfast, too, and just had coffee., then a small salad about 11:00. Left for town at 11:30, which gave me time to walk to the library, stop in and read for a bit, then meet Nancy at the movie a half block away. As we were buying our tickets, my park pal, Diane, came up; she was by herself. (I think only once I went to the movies by myself; don't know why I don't do it more often.)
We saw The Greatest Showman, and enjoyed it. True, it had certainly had only a tenuous link to Barnum's actual life, and there were an abundance of photo-shopping and cartoonish additions. To me, that made it more enjoyable, because it didn't pretend to be strictly autobiographical, as so many of the current crop do. Great dancing, in particular, and I loved the song, "Never Enough," because it suggest my own addition: I can never get enough of life and living.
After, we went to The Blue Agave (again) and got small taco plates, plus a Stella for me and a Margarita for Nance. Talked and talked and didn't leave until about 4:30. We made a date for our next Tuesday outing to go to Oxnard for a movie, and the Red Lobster for lunch. I hope I can find the gift card I was given a year ago.
We saw The Greatest Showman, and enjoyed it. True, it had certainly had only a tenuous link to Barnum's actual life, and there were an abundance of photo-shopping and cartoonish additions. To me, that made it more enjoyable, because it didn't pretend to be strictly autobiographical, as so many of the current crop do. Great dancing, in particular, and I loved the song, "Never Enough," because it suggest my own addition: I can never get enough of life and living.
After, we went to The Blue Agave (again) and got small taco plates, plus a Stella for me and a Margarita for Nance. Talked and talked and didn't leave until about 4:30. We made a date for our next Tuesday outing to go to Oxnard for a movie, and the Red Lobster for lunch. I hope I can find the gift card I was given a year ago.
Tuesday, March 06, 2018
Noreen And Toastmasters
Another good day. After the usual in the morning, I tidied up a bit, then left to meet Noreen at the Blue Agave at 12:30.
We sat in the enclosed outdoor area--very pleasant--and both got two types of enchiladas, chicken and spinach. I got a Stella A., and told the waiter to put an orange slice on the rim. He did and since they're both Belgian ales, I can't tell the difference from Blue Moon.
Noreen and I had a good time getting to know each other and stayed talking for almost two hours. The plan had been that I'd go with her to Dudley House to see if she could manage the eight stairs. However, she said she could barely go down four stairs a few weeks ago and we decided it just wasn't any reason to try, she just couldn't do it. Okay, that scratches that, I guess, so Toastmasters will have to look for another place.
Said goodbye to Noreen and continued on to the library. I was reading when Nancy called to say The Great Showman was at the town movie; did I want to go today, then to the Blue Agave for our wine and nibbles? Sure, why not, and we'll meet at the Downtown Regency at 12:30.
Stopped at Mimi's on the way home, as Noreen had mentioned the possibility of their meeting room. I talked to the manager and saw the room, but it's very large, would not be private, so it's entirely unsuitable. That's it for me--I have no more ideas for a meeting place.
Home, I just had sketchy dinner--golden beets and watermelon, the prepared for the Zoom Toastmasters virtual meeting. (Damn, this outfit is taking over my life.) For the other Toastmasters, Humor & Drama, I found a funny "letter to the dogs and cats" on Facebook. Think I'll bring to the next meeting, recite it, then give it to Annette, who talked about being evacuated during the fire with her three dogs, three cats, and two birds.
I did my "Emily" talk and it went over well. I told the group about the problem for Noreen with Dudley House (stairs) and was more or less commandeered to contact Trinity Lutheran to see if it's feasible for us to meet there. Will do.
Note: The above, of course, was what went on with me on Monday. Today, Tuesday, I'm writing this after just getting up--at 9:05! I awoke and got up for the usual, I guess about 2:00 am, and could not get back to sleep. Tossed and turned, as the saying goes, and it must have been hours before I dozed off for a time. Geez, I'm not sure if I should skip breakfast and just have an early lunch or what. I'm meeting Nancy at 12:30, so will have to wing it.
We sat in the enclosed outdoor area--very pleasant--and both got two types of enchiladas, chicken and spinach. I got a Stella A., and told the waiter to put an orange slice on the rim. He did and since they're both Belgian ales, I can't tell the difference from Blue Moon.
Noreen and I had a good time getting to know each other and stayed talking for almost two hours. The plan had been that I'd go with her to Dudley House to see if she could manage the eight stairs. However, she said she could barely go down four stairs a few weeks ago and we decided it just wasn't any reason to try, she just couldn't do it. Okay, that scratches that, I guess, so Toastmasters will have to look for another place.
Said goodbye to Noreen and continued on to the library. I was reading when Nancy called to say The Great Showman was at the town movie; did I want to go today, then to the Blue Agave for our wine and nibbles? Sure, why not, and we'll meet at the Downtown Regency at 12:30.
Stopped at Mimi's on the way home, as Noreen had mentioned the possibility of their meeting room. I talked to the manager and saw the room, but it's very large, would not be private, so it's entirely unsuitable. That's it for me--I have no more ideas for a meeting place.
Home, I just had sketchy dinner--golden beets and watermelon, the prepared for the Zoom Toastmasters virtual meeting. (Damn, this outfit is taking over my life.) For the other Toastmasters, Humor & Drama, I found a funny "letter to the dogs and cats" on Facebook. Think I'll bring to the next meeting, recite it, then give it to Annette, who talked about being evacuated during the fire with her three dogs, three cats, and two birds.
I did my "Emily" talk and it went over well. I told the group about the problem for Noreen with Dudley House (stairs) and was more or less commandeered to contact Trinity Lutheran to see if it's feasible for us to meet there. Will do.
Note: The above, of course, was what went on with me on Monday. Today, Tuesday, I'm writing this after just getting up--at 9:05! I awoke and got up for the usual, I guess about 2:00 am, and could not get back to sleep. Tossed and turned, as the saying goes, and it must have been hours before I dozed off for a time. Geez, I'm not sure if I should skip breakfast and just have an early lunch or what. I'm meeting Nancy at 12:30, so will have to wing it.
Monday, March 05, 2018
Lunch At El's
Kimball and Sunday--the usual. Did the crossword, then hightailed it to WinCo and to get gas. Got to Ellen's at noon and had a Bistro M.D. lunch of sea bass, rice, and carrots. It was very good, much above the usual frozen dinner crapola, it seemed to me, and I enjoyed it.
We then took a lovely walk on a path that meanders through light woods and greenery. It was so pleasant to be out in the sun with El. We talked and talked; El suggested I find a man on-line. I said hell, no, I don't want anybody my age and I doubt if anybody not my age would want me. However, I guess I could give it a shot--might be interesting.
We then went to a gas station and El gave me instructions about responding to the fact that my car kept telling me my tire was low. It didn't say which tire and I had bought a gauge, so we tried all four and I learned what I should look for. Damn, I never had to do this myself before, but at least now I think I can.
We went back to her place (which looks so attractive, by the way, as she had spent Saturday cleaning) and looked at Bob Fosse on YouTube. I have the same laptop she has and am just now starting to realize you can take it places. (Yes, Mimi, you boob, that's the whole idea.) Said goodbye about 4:00 and stopped at Kohl's on the way home. Saw slippers on clearance that were the kind I wanted, plus I had a 30% off coupon, so they cost me just $3.60--ha, ha, what a buy!
When I got home, I called Noreen to suggest we have lunch at the Blue Aqave today, then go to Dudley House to see if she can manage the stairs if we meet there for Toastmasters. Geez, that means I'll have lunch out three days in a row, but hey, somebody has to do it...
We then took a lovely walk on a path that meanders through light woods and greenery. It was so pleasant to be out in the sun with El. We talked and talked; El suggested I find a man on-line. I said hell, no, I don't want anybody my age and I doubt if anybody not my age would want me. However, I guess I could give it a shot--might be interesting.
We then went to a gas station and El gave me instructions about responding to the fact that my car kept telling me my tire was low. It didn't say which tire and I had bought a gauge, so we tried all four and I learned what I should look for. Damn, I never had to do this myself before, but at least now I think I can.
We went back to her place (which looks so attractive, by the way, as she had spent Saturday cleaning) and looked at Bob Fosse on YouTube. I have the same laptop she has and am just now starting to realize you can take it places. (Yes, Mimi, you boob, that's the whole idea.) Said goodbye about 4:00 and stopped at Kohl's on the way home. Saw slippers on clearance that were the kind I wanted, plus I had a 30% off coupon, so they cost me just $3.60--ha, ha, what a buy!
When I got home, I called Noreen to suggest we have lunch at the Blue Aqave today, then go to Dudley House to see if she can manage the stairs if we meet there for Toastmasters. Geez, that means I'll have lunch out three days in a row, but hey, somebody has to do it...
Sunday, March 04, 2018
Various
It was drizzling a little when I set out at 7:00, but had stopped by the time I got to Kimball. I wasn't about to give myself another pass, so walked the walk. Only one other person went by, but I was glad I had done it.
Home to the usual, then I prepared some of my lunch salad. I like to have the lettuce ready, at least, and I already had my roasted (but cold) tomatoes, chopped chicken, and so on; I usually put everything together when I'm ready to eat.
Went to Sprout's for produce and, browsing in vegetables, saw golden beets in the organic section. I had never known there were such things, but I like beets, so bought a bunch. When I got home, I cut off the (large and lush) greens, then pared the beets, cut them into chunks, and put them in the slow cooker. I washed the greens and sauteed them in olive oil. Like spinach, they cook very quickly and boy, they were tasty.
Called Ellen and we had a good talk. We'll get together today, as she asked me over for lunch. That's always a treat--lunch and to be with my daughter.
Went to Kohl's to pick up a baby gift for my nephew, Tim's, newborn. Tim is 50 and little Declan was born on his Mommy's fortieth birthday. Wrapped the gift and took to the P.O. on my way to town.
Walked, then library-ed for an hour. On the way back to the museum, I stopped in a store and saw an oval T-Fan pan that you can use on the stove or put in the oven. Bought it and cooked my onions and peppers, then mushrooms and salmon in it. Works great. The golden beets were delicious. They don't really taste like beets, more like a cross between potatoes and turnips, and I like that combination.
John C. sent a message about our Zoom meeting tomorrow at 6:45. He asked for volunteers to speak, so I said I would. I'll do my talk on Emily Dickinson's poetry--hope I don't bore everybody to death.
Home to the usual, then I prepared some of my lunch salad. I like to have the lettuce ready, at least, and I already had my roasted (but cold) tomatoes, chopped chicken, and so on; I usually put everything together when I'm ready to eat.
Went to Sprout's for produce and, browsing in vegetables, saw golden beets in the organic section. I had never known there were such things, but I like beets, so bought a bunch. When I got home, I cut off the (large and lush) greens, then pared the beets, cut them into chunks, and put them in the slow cooker. I washed the greens and sauteed them in olive oil. Like spinach, they cook very quickly and boy, they were tasty.
Called Ellen and we had a good talk. We'll get together today, as she asked me over for lunch. That's always a treat--lunch and to be with my daughter.
Went to Kohl's to pick up a baby gift for my nephew, Tim's, newborn. Tim is 50 and little Declan was born on his Mommy's fortieth birthday. Wrapped the gift and took to the P.O. on my way to town.
Walked, then library-ed for an hour. On the way back to the museum, I stopped in a store and saw an oval T-Fan pan that you can use on the stove or put in the oven. Bought it and cooked my onions and peppers, then mushrooms and salmon in it. Works great. The golden beets were delicious. They don't really taste like beets, more like a cross between potatoes and turnips, and I like that combination.
John C. sent a message about our Zoom meeting tomorrow at 6:45. He asked for volunteers to speak, so I said I would. I'll do my talk on Emily Dickinson's poetry--hope I don't bore everybody to death.
Saturday, March 03, 2018
Rain, T.O.P.S. and Lunch With Suzanne
Good grief, when I got up yesterday morning, it was raining! I put on my boots and actually drove to the park at 7:00. However, it was coming down pretty good and was windy, plus nobody else was on the walk. I decided to drive over to the 99 Cent store, then come back, but the store didn't open until 8:00, so I went back to the car. Just as I opened the door, Betty called and asked me to do her a favor--no big deal, really, and I agreed. Decided the hell with the walk, so for only the second time in several months, I skipped it. Changed into my lighter togs and went to T.O.P.S.
Finally, at long last, I'm in the one-twenties! Okay, just barely, at 129.1, but that's okay. Incredibly, I was the biggest loser, although I lost only 1.8. There were only five of us there and I said I had to leave early--just didn't feel like staying for the meandering meeting.
Changed again when I got home and did some food prep. Sliced tomatoes, chopped onions, seasoned them and roasted them in the oven. Should be good on salad or even as a side dish. Changed my top and shoes (yes, I change a lot) and went next door to pick up Suzanne for lunch.
Took her to The Cave and we had a good time. I got my few ounces of Chardonnay, Suzanne declined wine, but greatly enjoyed the panini sandwich she ordered. We were interrupted by Betty calling again, asking my help in wording a letter to the guy she said was trying to cheat her. I had told her I was taking Suzanne to lunch, but I guess she forgot. Said I'd call her when I got home and I did. I gave Suzanne the "name card" I wrote (a little birthday rhyme using the letters of her first name), which she liked a lot.
It was funny at one point: Suzanne mentioned her sister, whom I knew had broken her collar bone some time ago. S. asked me to "keep her in your prayers." I said, "You think I pray?" One of the many things I like about Suzanne is that she doesn't act all holy or haughty--she actually laughed. I said I'd keep her sister in my thoughts, whatever that means.
Took her home, whipped out the letter for Betty, then set off for town and did my usual. Stopped at Vons on the way home for a roast chicken, watermelon, and ground turkey.
Finally, at long last, I'm in the one-twenties! Okay, just barely, at 129.1, but that's okay. Incredibly, I was the biggest loser, although I lost only 1.8. There were only five of us there and I said I had to leave early--just didn't feel like staying for the meandering meeting.
Changed again when I got home and did some food prep. Sliced tomatoes, chopped onions, seasoned them and roasted them in the oven. Should be good on salad or even as a side dish. Changed my top and shoes (yes, I change a lot) and went next door to pick up Suzanne for lunch.
Took her to The Cave and we had a good time. I got my few ounces of Chardonnay, Suzanne declined wine, but greatly enjoyed the panini sandwich she ordered. We were interrupted by Betty calling again, asking my help in wording a letter to the guy she said was trying to cheat her. I had told her I was taking Suzanne to lunch, but I guess she forgot. Said I'd call her when I got home and I did. I gave Suzanne the "name card" I wrote (a little birthday rhyme using the letters of her first name), which she liked a lot.
It was funny at one point: Suzanne mentioned her sister, whom I knew had broken her collar bone some time ago. S. asked me to "keep her in your prayers." I said, "You think I pray?" One of the many things I like about Suzanne is that she doesn't act all holy or haughty--she actually laughed. I said I'd keep her sister in my thoughts, whatever that means.
Took her home, whipped out the letter for Betty, then set off for town and did my usual. Stopped at Vons on the way home for a roast chicken, watermelon, and ground turkey.
Friday, March 02, 2018
Here And There
After Kimball and breakfast, I took a big load of wash to The Place and did the back-and-forth thing. Rushed out to WinCo for lettuce and stuff while it was drying.
Got an e-mail from Diane asking if Wednesday was okay to meet for lunch. I responded yes--she lives in town and we'll go to the Japanese restaurant there I've been wanting to try--and suggested 12:30. I had forgotten that BCNN meets that morning and frankly, I'm not interested in the speaker, the mayor of Oxnard, so can't decide whether to skip or do both. It's an easy walk from one to the other, so maybe...
Did the previous, as usual. Took out a book on Emily Dickinson, as I'm working up a talk on her for Toastmasters.
Got a message from Cory G., asking me which day I'd be available to meet to discuss new VCS bylaws. I'm not sure if Suz told her I had resigned as vice chair and e-mailed her back, asking if she wanted me to come, which I wouldn't mind.
I had bought a nice red cabbage the other day and cut it up for the slow cooker. Added lots of spices of various kinds. Doused it with red wine vinegar for dinner (shrimp and Brussel sprouts) and it was delish.
Came up with a little rhyme for Suzanne, using her name, and made up a birthday card for her. I'm taking her to The Cave today to celebrate it.
Still having some problem with this laptop. I'm not sure why, but for a time, it didn't want to scan or print. Now it'll print, but I'm not sure about print. Guess I'll have to contact Canon myself.
Got an e-mail from Diane asking if Wednesday was okay to meet for lunch. I responded yes--she lives in town and we'll go to the Japanese restaurant there I've been wanting to try--and suggested 12:30. I had forgotten that BCNN meets that morning and frankly, I'm not interested in the speaker, the mayor of Oxnard, so can't decide whether to skip or do both. It's an easy walk from one to the other, so maybe...
Did the previous, as usual. Took out a book on Emily Dickinson, as I'm working up a talk on her for Toastmasters.
Got a message from Cory G., asking me which day I'd be available to meet to discuss new VCS bylaws. I'm not sure if Suz told her I had resigned as vice chair and e-mailed her back, asking if she wanted me to come, which I wouldn't mind.
I had bought a nice red cabbage the other day and cut it up for the slow cooker. Added lots of spices of various kinds. Doused it with red wine vinegar for dinner (shrimp and Brussel sprouts) and it was delish.
Came up with a little rhyme for Suzanne, using her name, and made up a birthday card for her. I'm taking her to The Cave today to celebrate it.
Still having some problem with this laptop. I'm not sure why, but for a time, it didn't want to scan or print. Now it'll print, but I'm not sure about print. Guess I'll have to contact Canon myself.
Thursday, March 01, 2018
This, That, And Zoom
I was actually glad to get a day off, so to speak, from going places and doing things. Much as I enjoy my activities, I need to regroup a bit here and there, plus get to things I neglected.
After Kimball (still pretty chilly out there) and breakfast, I fooled around with the laptop. I know Gil reconnected the printer and it copies from the Internet, but I can't get it to scan. Something comes up on the screen, but I can't follow it and am afraid to try much.
I've been back and forth with my friend, Diane, about meeting for lunch. I nixed next week, as I was called to jury duty. However, I reread the summons and discovered it said if you had been called within the past year, you wouldn't have to serve. This blog came in handy, as I easily checked and saw I had been called in July last year. Since it's only about a mile from here, I drove to the justice complex and talked to a very pleasant and friendly woman at Jury Service. She saw that they had my old address (even though I had changed it at the DMV and elsewhere), which was way they didn't know I wasn't a new person. She updated it and said I didn't have to go. E-mailed Diane to say I was open most days next week.
Did the town walk after lunch, stopped into The Coalition and saw a stunning Christmas statue. It's an angel holding a garland, with the nativity scene below. I think it's a plaster rendering, is almost two feet tall and must weigh 25 pounds. I HAD TO HAVE IT! With tax it was twenty-one bucks and change, but I didn't care. I had to leave it in the back, as I was walking, then bring the car around and put it in the back.
At 7:00, John, Cece, and I had a test virtual Zoom meeting. This is actually pretty cool, as you can see up to ten participants on the screen, plus interact via voice, comments, and so on. You can set it to "gallery view," meaning all involved are pictured or "speaker view," in which only the one delivering the talk is full-screen. We'll do a real go-round on Monday and I'm curious to see how it is.
After Kimball (still pretty chilly out there) and breakfast, I fooled around with the laptop. I know Gil reconnected the printer and it copies from the Internet, but I can't get it to scan. Something comes up on the screen, but I can't follow it and am afraid to try much.
I've been back and forth with my friend, Diane, about meeting for lunch. I nixed next week, as I was called to jury duty. However, I reread the summons and discovered it said if you had been called within the past year, you wouldn't have to serve. This blog came in handy, as I easily checked and saw I had been called in July last year. Since it's only about a mile from here, I drove to the justice complex and talked to a very pleasant and friendly woman at Jury Service. She saw that they had my old address (even though I had changed it at the DMV and elsewhere), which was way they didn't know I wasn't a new person. She updated it and said I didn't have to go. E-mailed Diane to say I was open most days next week.
Did the town walk after lunch, stopped into The Coalition and saw a stunning Christmas statue. It's an angel holding a garland, with the nativity scene below. I think it's a plaster rendering, is almost two feet tall and must weigh 25 pounds. I HAD TO HAVE IT! With tax it was twenty-one bucks and change, but I didn't care. I had to leave it in the back, as I was walking, then bring the car around and put it in the back.
At 7:00, John, Cece, and I had a test virtual Zoom meeting. This is actually pretty cool, as you can see up to ten participants on the screen, plus interact via voice, comments, and so on. You can set it to "gallery view," meaning all involved are pictured or "speaker view," in which only the one delivering the talk is full-screen. We'll do a real go-round on Monday and I'm curious to see how it is.
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