Walked Kimball. Usual morning routine, then the 99 Cent store (paper goods) and Ralph's (blueberries and veggies). Food prep after: quartered tomatoes and sliced onions, added seasonings, and roasted, as ever. Sliced down my romaine and prepared for lunch.
After, I hightailed it to the bus stop. This time--for once--I was prudent enough to take my umbrella, as I saw it was going to rain. Got off at the library and did the loop walk. I was a little disappointed to see the ocean was calm; in fact, there were only three surfers out and they didn't have a lot of excitement.
Walked up to Main, then along it a bit, until I headed for the Blue Agave--got there just as Nancy and Carolyn did. (Diane had begged off, as she just said goodbye to her sister and was beat.) Nancy had asked if we could meet an hour early, at 3:00, as it was rainy and would be dark later. I'm not crazy about the earlier time, but acquiesced. Happily, we'll soon have DST.
It was too bad the patio at the Blue Agave wasn't available, as it was now raining, so we had to sit inside at the bar at high tables, which none of us like. However, it turned out okay. We all had "street tacos," plus a margarita for Nance, a Chief Peak IPA (beer) for me, and soda for Carolyn, who drove. Good talk and laughs, as ever. I mentioned I was meeting Carol F. for lunch at the Agave today and Nancy remembered her from a year or so ago when I had had them both over.
We said goodbye about 4:30 and went off. I walked up to the bus stop, had to wait only about fifteen minutes, got on, got home, and was in for the night.
Thursday, February 28, 2019
Wednesday, February 27, 2019
SB And So On
Because I was up late on Monday, I purposely didn't set the alarm and slept until 6:30., so no Kimball. Did some computer stuff before breakfast, ate, then left for the city bus at 9:00. Took the 9:43 to Santa Barbara, hopped a city bus there, and got to Betty's exactly at 11:30.
We thought we'd walk up to a restaurant on State Street called Jeanine's, but Betty said she was out of breath before we got there and I suggested the nearby Sun Sushi, a Japanese place. We went there, but never again. I had California roll, Betty salmon roll, and just five each came. They were puny, unadorned, and I've had better almost anywhere else, including, of course, in Tokyo. They have a 2:00 coffee hour where Betty lives and she invited me to that, but I wanted to meet Diane and her sister at Cafe Fiore, so begged off. I said I'd stay for it next week.
Followed the reverse of what I did to get to SB and arrived downtown in Ventura at about 3:30; walked to Fiore to find Diane and Nancy. We had a good time, natch, and Diane's friend, Susan, joined us later. She's the one Diane brought to the Maritime Museum; she lives near Colony Park, where I used to, but wants to get into Silvercrest. She's a retired teacher, not Hispanic, but has lived in Mexico (where Diane met her) and is fluent. She goes to the same Toastmasters in Oxnard that Carolyn B. used to and for the same reason: It alternates at its meetings between English and Spanish and she wants to keep up her Spanish skills.
I stayed until about 5:00, then took off. Got home shortly before 7:00 and was glad to get into my jammies and flannel robe.
We thought we'd walk up to a restaurant on State Street called Jeanine's, but Betty said she was out of breath before we got there and I suggested the nearby Sun Sushi, a Japanese place. We went there, but never again. I had California roll, Betty salmon roll, and just five each came. They were puny, unadorned, and I've had better almost anywhere else, including, of course, in Tokyo. They have a 2:00 coffee hour where Betty lives and she invited me to that, but I wanted to meet Diane and her sister at Cafe Fiore, so begged off. I said I'd stay for it next week.
Followed the reverse of what I did to get to SB and arrived downtown in Ventura at about 3:30; walked to Fiore to find Diane and Nancy. We had a good time, natch, and Diane's friend, Susan, joined us later. She's the one Diane brought to the Maritime Museum; she lives near Colony Park, where I used to, but wants to get into Silvercrest. She's a retired teacher, not Hispanic, but has lived in Mexico (where Diane met her) and is fluent. She goes to the same Toastmasters in Oxnard that Carolyn B. used to and for the same reason: It alternates at its meetings between English and Spanish and she wants to keep up her Spanish skills.
I stayed until about 5:00, then took off. Got home shortly before 7:00 and was glad to get into my jammies and flannel robe.
Tuesday, February 26, 2019
Poinsettia Toastmasters
Walked Kimball and was pleased it was warmer and less windy. After the usual morning meal and chores, I went to WinCo for fajitas. These are cooked chicken strips, frozen, that I put in my salad every day. (My regimen dictates protein at every meal.) I was dismayed the last time I looked when they didn't have any. However, I inquired at the office and was assured they were just out and would get more in. They did--yay.
Stopped at another store and got two pretty miniature rose bushes and two Roma tomato plants. I haven't planted them yet, but spruced up the patio a bit and will put them in soon.
Since I had committed to Poinsettia Toastmasters at 6:30 pm, I didn't go in to town. I actually took a short nap instead, then went to the Dollar Tree for an umbrella. They were still out. I already have one, but like to keep another in the car.
Changed for Toastmasters and arrived at Dudley House at 6:30. I was surprised and pleased when a number of the members I had known before greeted me with hugs, including Tony, Christine, Sue, and Denise.
The meeting itself was okay, but I think I made the right choice to leave and just go on with Humor & Drama. There were two entries in the "tall tales" contest--something about the world's best surfer and a basketball yarn--both, it seemed to me, singularly devoid of creative content. Cece had asked me to be the third judge for this, along with Denise and Jim, but I can't imagine why, as there were ballots for the audience. I think she just got confused or something.
Another puzzling thing, re Cece (she's president of this club): Before the meeting, she asked if I'd be agreeable to paticipatation in inprov. Well, sure, and she gave me two papers, one setting up the scenario and other listing "what not to say" and "what to say." Weird, because improv is supposed to have the improvisoers improvising--they don't get alerted ahead of time, the idea being to have them think on their feet. What's more, when she called me up, she gave me an entirely different hypothetical situation. It was no problem for me and I got some laughs, but I'm still wondering about it.
The regular talks consisted of two fifteen-minute snoozers,* one on maritial arts, one on "verbal judo." I managed to stay awake, but just barely. It was over at 8:00, I rushed off, and settled down at home with my blueberries and Frazier.
* I tend to agree with the axiom I heard years ago: "No speech should be longer than ten minutes, unless it's very important. Then it should be no longer than five minutes."
Stopped at another store and got two pretty miniature rose bushes and two Roma tomato plants. I haven't planted them yet, but spruced up the patio a bit and will put them in soon.
Since I had committed to Poinsettia Toastmasters at 6:30 pm, I didn't go in to town. I actually took a short nap instead, then went to the Dollar Tree for an umbrella. They were still out. I already have one, but like to keep another in the car.
Changed for Toastmasters and arrived at Dudley House at 6:30. I was surprised and pleased when a number of the members I had known before greeted me with hugs, including Tony, Christine, Sue, and Denise.
The meeting itself was okay, but I think I made the right choice to leave and just go on with Humor & Drama. There were two entries in the "tall tales" contest--something about the world's best surfer and a basketball yarn--both, it seemed to me, singularly devoid of creative content. Cece had asked me to be the third judge for this, along with Denise and Jim, but I can't imagine why, as there were ballots for the audience. I think she just got confused or something.
Another puzzling thing, re Cece (she's president of this club): Before the meeting, she asked if I'd be agreeable to paticipatation in inprov. Well, sure, and she gave me two papers, one setting up the scenario and other listing "what not to say" and "what to say." Weird, because improv is supposed to have the improvisoers improvising--they don't get alerted ahead of time, the idea being to have them think on their feet. What's more, when she called me up, she gave me an entirely different hypothetical situation. It was no problem for me and I got some laughs, but I'm still wondering about it.
The regular talks consisted of two fifteen-minute snoozers,* one on maritial arts, one on "verbal judo." I managed to stay awake, but just barely. It was over at 8:00, I rushed off, and settled down at home with my blueberries and Frazier.
* I tend to agree with the axiom I heard years ago: "No speech should be longer than ten minutes, unless it's very important. Then it should be no longer than five minutes."
Monday, February 25, 2019
Lunch With Suzanne
Kimball was, as ever, pretty chilly and I was tempted to cut it short. I didn't, though.
Did the usual pleasurable Sunday morning things, then completed some pesky bookkeeping chores. Showered, washed my hair (I'm dismayed at how much I lose each time I do) and dressed. Suzanne, back from her swim at L.A. Fitness, rang my bell and off we went to Olive Garden.
We had a great time. I enjoy her company and we're easy with each other. I asked about Sister Julia and the other Sister Suzanne, whom she had brought to Art Comes Alive. I was surprised to hear the former is not a full-fledged nun, but "an associate." Suzanne explained that means she doesn't take vows, but functions much as other sisters do. Interesting.
This was funny: Olive Garden has a "chose your own" feature--you can pick what kind of pasta, sauce, and topping you want, with five in each category, and we both decided to get that. I gestured to Suzanne to go first and she asked for angel hair, Alfredo, and shrimp. That was exactly what I wanted, too!
A SUPERNATURAL EVENT????? Nah, just a coincidence.
Anyway, it was incredibly delicious, no doubt because I don't eat pasta at home and hadn't had it in roughly a year. I urged S. to order dessert and she got tiramasu. She insisted I take some and I did, just a bit. I love it, but don't feel much desire for sweets in the day time. Anyway, with tip, it came to almost exactly the $50 I had on the gift card, which pleased me.
We got home about 3:00 and I immediately set off for the bus. Got off at the mssion, then walked to the library and read awhile. On the way home, Betty called to ask me to watch the Oscars. She said they were showing people arriving for the event and she had seen the exact same thing the day before. She asked me to watch when I got home, which I did, but of course, that actually was the Oscars, so it was moot.
CeCe also called to ask if I'd be a judge for the Tall Tales contest Pointsettia Toastmaster is having tonight. This is the group I dropped out of, but I'm still friendly with the members, so I said I would.
Did the usual pleasurable Sunday morning things, then completed some pesky bookkeeping chores. Showered, washed my hair (I'm dismayed at how much I lose each time I do) and dressed. Suzanne, back from her swim at L.A. Fitness, rang my bell and off we went to Olive Garden.
We had a great time. I enjoy her company and we're easy with each other. I asked about Sister Julia and the other Sister Suzanne, whom she had brought to Art Comes Alive. I was surprised to hear the former is not a full-fledged nun, but "an associate." Suzanne explained that means she doesn't take vows, but functions much as other sisters do. Interesting.
This was funny: Olive Garden has a "chose your own" feature--you can pick what kind of pasta, sauce, and topping you want, with five in each category, and we both decided to get that. I gestured to Suzanne to go first and she asked for angel hair, Alfredo, and shrimp. That was exactly what I wanted, too!
A SUPERNATURAL EVENT????? Nah, just a coincidence.
Anyway, it was incredibly delicious, no doubt because I don't eat pasta at home and hadn't had it in roughly a year. I urged S. to order dessert and she got tiramasu. She insisted I take some and I did, just a bit. I love it, but don't feel much desire for sweets in the day time. Anyway, with tip, it came to almost exactly the $50 I had on the gift card, which pleased me.
We got home about 3:00 and I immediately set off for the bus. Got off at the mssion, then walked to the library and read awhile. On the way home, Betty called to ask me to watch the Oscars. She said they were showing people arriving for the event and she had seen the exact same thing the day before. She asked me to watch when I got home, which I did, but of course, that actually was the Oscars, so it was moot.
CeCe also called to ask if I'd be a judge for the Tall Tales contest Pointsettia Toastmaster is having tonight. This is the group I dropped out of, but I'm still friendly with the members, so I said I would.
Sunday, February 24, 2019
Stella And Some Shelving
Walked Kimball all bundled up, of course. After breakfast, I went to Von's and a few other stores for this and that. Made and ate lunch, then took off for town. As I entered The Promenade, I heard someone call, "Rosemary!" It was Stella, who had gone to mass at the mission on Main and left her car there. We hooked up and proceeded together. Actually, I was glad we did, as Stella assumed I'd take the longer route back to Main, but I usually cut out before the fairgrounds. It was good to go farther.
The only problem is that Stella strolls and I stride. She also holds my arm (although she's not infirm), which ensures that I walk at her pace and it's a little hard for me to adjust. Neverless, it was nice to see her. We walked about two miles back to the mission, she got her car, and I continued on for a few blocks. I had intended to walk to the library, but decided against it, as I had a nice fresh tuna steak at home, plus three kinds of mushrooms, and lovely fresh spinach. I wanted to make a proper dinner for a change, after Happy Hour-ing, appetizer-ing, and dipping in here and there all week.
I stopped at the furniture part of the ARC thrift store and saw a narrow, three-tier, shelving piece that will be pefect for my patio; bought it for five bucks. I had to leave it, as I had ridden the bus, but as soon as I got home, I drove back and picked it up. I want to spruce up (get it? A pun!) the patio and will plant more things, especially perennials, so will buy some soon.
I had that dinner mentioned above and it was scrumptious.
The only problem is that Stella strolls and I stride. She also holds my arm (although she's not infirm), which ensures that I walk at her pace and it's a little hard for me to adjust. Neverless, it was nice to see her. We walked about two miles back to the mission, she got her car, and I continued on for a few blocks. I had intended to walk to the library, but decided against it, as I had a nice fresh tuna steak at home, plus three kinds of mushrooms, and lovely fresh spinach. I wanted to make a proper dinner for a change, after Happy Hour-ing, appetizer-ing, and dipping in here and there all week.
I stopped at the furniture part of the ARC thrift store and saw a narrow, three-tier, shelving piece that will be pefect for my patio; bought it for five bucks. I had to leave it, as I had ridden the bus, but as soon as I got home, I drove back and picked it up. I want to spruce up (get it? A pun!) the patio and will plant more things, especially perennials, so will buy some soon.
I had that dinner mentioned above and it was scrumptious.
Saturday, February 23, 2019
T.O.P.S. And Around Town
Walked Kimball, changed, and went to T.O.P.S. Good grief, I weighed in at 131.7, which means I gained 3.5 pounds! That's out of my comfort zone of 125 to 130, but I'm not worried; I'll make it up--or down--next time.
I took the minutes, as secretary Lora wasn't there. Endured the usual meandering meeting, but not too bad. I heard Michelle had had eye surgery for a detached retina and won't be attending for 4 to 5 weeks.
Home, breakfast, and after, at various times during the day, I called 1.) Carol to confirm our lunch next Thursday--we decided on the Blue Agave; 2.) Noreen, to see why she wasn't at Toastmasters on Thursday--she had to deal with new home insurance; 3.) Michelle--to tell her about the Access van (she already uses it) and we talked for almost an hour; 4.) Stella, who had called me, as usual, when she was in town and I wasn't or vice versa; and 5.) Ellen, to see if she wanted to go with Suzanne and me for lunch tomorrow--she declined, as she has a lot to do on the weekend.
I was late getting to town--Fridays and T.O.P.S. always throws me off my routine--and didn't get the bus until after 3:00. I walked to The Promenade (ocean calm), then up to Main, intending to get the bus home across from the library.
But--as I passed The Pacific, our favorite Happy Hour place, who did I see on the street-side veranda but Diane and her sister, having a glass. Of course, I immediately jettisoned my plan to get the bus and sat down for a glass of Chardonnay with them. Diane is the oldest of six children (as Betty and I are the youngest) and her sister, Nancy, is the youngest. I think Diane had said she's 17 years her junior, so she must be only a year or two older than my oldest son.
Anyway, we had a fun time--lots of laughs and I stayed for about an hour. Said goodbye and walked to the next street for the bus stop, didn't see one coming, so walked to the next and darn--wouldn't you know one passed, but I missed it. That meant I didn't get home until almost 7:00, but actually, that was no problem. I put on my jammies (as my dear friend, Elaine, gone these many years, used to say) and my cozy flannel robe, and settled in for the night.
I took the minutes, as secretary Lora wasn't there. Endured the usual meandering meeting, but not too bad. I heard Michelle had had eye surgery for a detached retina and won't be attending for 4 to 5 weeks.
Home, breakfast, and after, at various times during the day, I called 1.) Carol to confirm our lunch next Thursday--we decided on the Blue Agave; 2.) Noreen, to see why she wasn't at Toastmasters on Thursday--she had to deal with new home insurance; 3.) Michelle--to tell her about the Access van (she already uses it) and we talked for almost an hour; 4.) Stella, who had called me, as usual, when she was in town and I wasn't or vice versa; and 5.) Ellen, to see if she wanted to go with Suzanne and me for lunch tomorrow--she declined, as she has a lot to do on the weekend.
I was late getting to town--Fridays and T.O.P.S. always throws me off my routine--and didn't get the bus until after 3:00. I walked to The Promenade (ocean calm), then up to Main, intending to get the bus home across from the library.
But--as I passed The Pacific, our favorite Happy Hour place, who did I see on the street-side veranda but Diane and her sister, having a glass. Of course, I immediately jettisoned my plan to get the bus and sat down for a glass of Chardonnay with them. Diane is the oldest of six children (as Betty and I are the youngest) and her sister, Nancy, is the youngest. I think Diane had said she's 17 years her junior, so she must be only a year or two older than my oldest son.
Anyway, we had a fun time--lots of laughs and I stayed for about an hour. Said goodbye and walked to the next street for the bus stop, didn't see one coming, so walked to the next and darn--wouldn't you know one passed, but I missed it. That meant I didn't get home until almost 7:00, but actually, that was no problem. I put on my jammies (as my dear friend, Elaine, gone these many years, used to say) and my cozy flannel robe, and settled in for the night.
Friday, February 22, 2019
Toastmasters
No Kimball, as I slept late. I got a lot of financial crapola and other boring stuff done early. I took the bath and hall rugs to the laundry to wash, then spread them on the patio chairs to dry while I mopped the hard surfaces in the place.
Drove to the bank, then to Von's for Romaine. As I was getting in the car to leave, I saw Carol F. pulling up. She saw me, too, we screamed, then fell into each other's arms. Carol and I hadn't seen each other for about a year. I had met her at SCAN (now closed) and she was in both my acting classes. She came to my eightieth birthday party and we used to go to Dr. Wordling's lectures at The Townehouse. We were also both in Beach Cities Neighbors and Newcomers. However, things changed, we lost touch, and I developed a new group of friends. Yesterday, though, we stood in the parking lot and talked and talked. Carol's husband has full-blown Alzheimer's and she's his caregiver. I met him a few years ago and he was plenty odd then. We then decided we'd go out to lunch on Thursday. I'll call her today to confirm.
Called for an appointment at the podiatrist and damn, he had nothing open until April 5. I hope I can hold out until then. Lunched, caught a bus to town and walked a short one, but it was getting late and I had Toastmasters, so I didn't stay long. After a quick and sketchy dinner (frankfurter "coins" and scrambled eggs), I dressed and took off.
It was okay, although pretty formless, almost as bad as T.O.P.S., which I have to endure shortly. I gave my Art Comes Alive talk, which went over well and brought a copy of the Willearts picture. We sat in a semi-circle, a good arrangement for a small group, and John C. sat next to me. We started chatting before the meeting and he told me he's been diagnosed with a blood problem that seems to be kind of a gateway to Leukemia. I was sorry to hear it.
Didn't get home until after 9:00, but slept well, and will now dress and take off for Kimball.
Drove to the bank, then to Von's for Romaine. As I was getting in the car to leave, I saw Carol F. pulling up. She saw me, too, we screamed, then fell into each other's arms. Carol and I hadn't seen each other for about a year. I had met her at SCAN (now closed) and she was in both my acting classes. She came to my eightieth birthday party and we used to go to Dr. Wordling's lectures at The Townehouse. We were also both in Beach Cities Neighbors and Newcomers. However, things changed, we lost touch, and I developed a new group of friends. Yesterday, though, we stood in the parking lot and talked and talked. Carol's husband has full-blown Alzheimer's and she's his caregiver. I met him a few years ago and he was plenty odd then. We then decided we'd go out to lunch on Thursday. I'll call her today to confirm.
Called for an appointment at the podiatrist and damn, he had nothing open until April 5. I hope I can hold out until then. Lunched, caught a bus to town and walked a short one, but it was getting late and I had Toastmasters, so I didn't stay long. After a quick and sketchy dinner (frankfurter "coins" and scrambled eggs), I dressed and took off.
It was okay, although pretty formless, almost as bad as T.O.P.S., which I have to endure shortly. I gave my Art Comes Alive talk, which went over well and brought a copy of the Willearts picture. We sat in a semi-circle, a good arrangement for a small group, and John C. sat next to me. We started chatting before the meeting and he told me he's been diagnosed with a blood problem that seems to be kind of a gateway to Leukemia. I was sorry to hear it.
Didn't get home until after 9:00, but slept well, and will now dress and take off for Kimball.
Thursday, February 21, 2019
Earle Stanley Gardner
Yesterday, I did something I've never done before: I drove to Kimball, started my walk, and turned back after a few yards to drive home, it was so damn cold. Windy, too.*
Did a wash after breakfast, then went out for lettuce and other produce. Stopped at the bank for money exchange). I need ten quarters for the wash and twelve for Santa Barbara, as well as two dollar bills, plus two fives for the van.
Forgot to mention I had called my brother, Jim, on Monday for his 93rd birthday. He sounded pretty good and I enjoyed talking to him so much, I called my other two brothers after that: Frank in Alameda and Larry in Florida. Yes, I know how lucky I am.
Showered, changed, and got to Pacific for Happy Hour at 4:00, Carolyn already there. It was enjoyable; maybe not as much fun as when Diane and Nancy are with us, but good, anyway. We stayed until about 5:30, then she left and I waited outside for the van. It came promptly, as promised, at 5:49, and off we went to Oxnard.
Got there in time for refreshments, a nice spread of cocktail meatballs, cheese and crackers, fruit, and little cream puffs. There was a cash bar and I had a glass of Chardonnay.
The talk on Earle Stanley Gardner was terrific. The creator of Perry Mason was an attorney himself and first practiced law in San Francisco. Later, he moved to Ventura and Oxnard, until he succumbed to Hollywood fever and moved south. For some time in Ventura, he had a partner named Fred Orr. That law firm is still here, Fred's son being one of the partners. Much of his Perry Mason/Della Street mysteries were based on his own practice, which included close ties to the Chinese community. Interestingly, he also wrote hundreds of short stories, according to Richard Senate, the speaker. and he didn't actually type or hand write any of works. He spoke them aloud and a typist put them down. For some reason, that amazes me more than anything else. I can't imagine doing that.
The van came at 8:15 and I was pleasantly surprised to see Ce-Ce, whom I've had before, was the driver. We had a lively talk on the way home about family and religion. Anyway, it was a full, interesting day, and I enjoyed it immensely.
*I didn't walk this morning either. I knew I'd stay up late (for me) and decided to skip. I'm not worried about it and will resume shortly.
Did a wash after breakfast, then went out for lettuce and other produce. Stopped at the bank for money exchange). I need ten quarters for the wash and twelve for Santa Barbara, as well as two dollar bills, plus two fives for the van.
Forgot to mention I had called my brother, Jim, on Monday for his 93rd birthday. He sounded pretty good and I enjoyed talking to him so much, I called my other two brothers after that: Frank in Alameda and Larry in Florida. Yes, I know how lucky I am.
Showered, changed, and got to Pacific for Happy Hour at 4:00, Carolyn already there. It was enjoyable; maybe not as much fun as when Diane and Nancy are with us, but good, anyway. We stayed until about 5:30, then she left and I waited outside for the van. It came promptly, as promised, at 5:49, and off we went to Oxnard.
Got there in time for refreshments, a nice spread of cocktail meatballs, cheese and crackers, fruit, and little cream puffs. There was a cash bar and I had a glass of Chardonnay.
The talk on Earle Stanley Gardner was terrific. The creator of Perry Mason was an attorney himself and first practiced law in San Francisco. Later, he moved to Ventura and Oxnard, until he succumbed to Hollywood fever and moved south. For some time in Ventura, he had a partner named Fred Orr. That law firm is still here, Fred's son being one of the partners. Much of his Perry Mason/Della Street mysteries were based on his own practice, which included close ties to the Chinese community. Interestingly, he also wrote hundreds of short stories, according to Richard Senate, the speaker. and he didn't actually type or hand write any of works. He spoke them aloud and a typist put them down. For some reason, that amazes me more than anything else. I can't imagine doing that.
The van came at 8:15 and I was pleasantly surprised to see Ce-Ce, whom I've had before, was the driver. We had a lively talk on the way home about family and religion. Anyway, it was a full, interesting day, and I enjoyed it immensely.
*I didn't walk this morning either. I knew I'd stay up late (for me) and decided to skip. I'm not worried about it and will resume shortly.
Wednesday, February 20, 2019
Tuesdays With Betty
My Tuesday with Betty* was fun. I walked Kimball, caught the 9:20 after breakfast, and reached Santa Barbara by 11:00. Another half hour on the city bus brought me to Betty's door.
We walked to the shopping center nearby and went to Lure. I like this restaurant a lot and have been to the one in Ventura often. I had clam chowder, a salad, and a Stella (beer), Betty an albacore sandwich. I always think fish on a sandwich is odd, but people eat them all the time, I guess.
From there, Betty walked me to the bus stop right at State and Hitchcock and I got the city bus to midtown, where I picked up the 2:20 to Ventura.
I much prefer a short visit--just a few hours--because it's somewhat tiring to catch six different buses and frankly, it can be wearing in other ways. Anyway, this suits both of us fine, I think, and I'll make it a weekly Tuesday thing. On the bus home, I called the Access van to pick me up after Happy Hour this evening. However, I may have to change the route--see later.
I got off in town on Main and walked the mile or so to the library. Ran into Sharon from T.O.P.S. there and we chatted. I read Berg's bio of Katherine Hepburn for a while, then took it out. Now I'm reading four different books simultaneously, damn it, but I don't want to let any of them go.
When I got home, I rang Suzanne's bell and said I wanted to take her to lunch at Olive Garden. Somebody gave me a gift card two years ago (I think it was son Mike) and it still has fifty bucks on it. We decided to go on Sunday and that will be fun.
Betty called to say she couldn't find her credit cards. Sadly, this is getting to be pretty standard. However, she called back later to say she had found them.
Happy Hour may be iffy, as Nancy e-mailed that she still has a bad cold and Diane can't make it, either. I'm willing to go if Carolyn can, but if not, I'll have to re-arrange my van plans.
Today, I want to get some wash done, in particular the parts of my ACA costume that are Connie's. I'll see her tonight after Happy Hour and will return them then.
*There was a book out a number of years ago called Tuesdays With Morrie. As I recall, it was pretty insipid, but very popular, not an unusual combination.
We walked to the shopping center nearby and went to Lure. I like this restaurant a lot and have been to the one in Ventura often. I had clam chowder, a salad, and a Stella (beer), Betty an albacore sandwich. I always think fish on a sandwich is odd, but people eat them all the time, I guess.
From there, Betty walked me to the bus stop right at State and Hitchcock and I got the city bus to midtown, where I picked up the 2:20 to Ventura.
I much prefer a short visit--just a few hours--because it's somewhat tiring to catch six different buses and frankly, it can be wearing in other ways. Anyway, this suits both of us fine, I think, and I'll make it a weekly Tuesday thing. On the bus home, I called the Access van to pick me up after Happy Hour this evening. However, I may have to change the route--see later.
I got off in town on Main and walked the mile or so to the library. Ran into Sharon from T.O.P.S. there and we chatted. I read Berg's bio of Katherine Hepburn for a while, then took it out. Now I'm reading four different books simultaneously, damn it, but I don't want to let any of them go.
When I got home, I rang Suzanne's bell and said I wanted to take her to lunch at Olive Garden. Somebody gave me a gift card two years ago (I think it was son Mike) and it still has fifty bucks on it. We decided to go on Sunday and that will be fun.
Betty called to say she couldn't find her credit cards. Sadly, this is getting to be pretty standard. However, she called back later to say she had found them.
Happy Hour may be iffy, as Nancy e-mailed that she still has a bad cold and Diane can't make it, either. I'm willing to go if Carolyn can, but if not, I'll have to re-arrange my van plans.
Today, I want to get some wash done, in particular the parts of my ACA costume that are Connie's. I'll see her tonight after Happy Hour and will return them then.
*There was a book out a number of years ago called Tuesdays With Morrie. As I recall, it was pretty insipid, but very popular, not an unusual combination.
Tuesday, February 19, 2019
Soaring Spirits Dinner
Walked Kimball. Did a few chores after breakfast, then went a-shopping and got blueberries, mangoes, spinach, and other goodies. Lunch, then drove to the bank to get change (I need exact change for the six buses I'll take today to Santa Barbara, so twelve quarters and two dollars), forgetting it was Prez Day and closed. Driving home, I noticed a number of people with signs demonstrating against Trump and his immigrant wall. Hey, my kind of people, so I parked and joined them.
This was a combination of groups, including Veterans for Peace and Democratic Socialists. I was not thrilled to be told it MoveOn was also there. That outfit, which pretends to be politically neutral, shills for the Democrats, as I well know from Jersey. I spoke to some , expressing my support, but it was close to 1:30 and almost over, so I didn't stay long.
Home, I finally examined my finances (bank accounts on-line) and saw I'm paying fifty bucks a month (plus other charges from 4 to 7 bucks I don't even know what for) for the Ventura County Star. I decided to start paring down my outgo by doing what I've been meaning to for months: switching from daily to only the Sunday edition, which will drop my payment to $16.58 a month. Called to do that and after some frustrating delays, did so. Now we'll see if they follow through.
Had lunch, then took off for town. It felt so good to get back to The Promenade loop, even though it was windy and cool. Walked back to Main and got the bus home. Called Nancy to find she has a bad cold and wasn't going to the widder dinner. I'll see her tmorrow at H.H.
Showered, dressed, and took off for the bus to Telephone Road down Victoria. It finally came, I got off and, not seeing the bus to Portola Street coming, I started to walk. I got all the way to Stone Fire Grille--almost two miles--and it still hadn't come. No prob, I was glad to have walked it, as I know I won't get much in today in Santa Barbara. I got my usual roasted cauliflower and Chief Peak beer and joined my friends.
What a great time we had! There were two newbies, Hana (in her fifties and born in the Czech Republic) and Carol (about my age), both of whom were lively, intelligent, and interesting. There were about twelve of us, a good group. Carolyn B. was there, but at the other end of the table; I'll see her at H.H. tomorrow.
Greg, who lost his wife less than a year ago, took me home. He's in his late fifties, I guess, no children, and is a great guy. Some lucky lady will snatch him up before long, I'm sure.
This was a combination of groups, including Veterans for Peace and Democratic Socialists. I was not thrilled to be told it MoveOn was also there. That outfit, which pretends to be politically neutral, shills for the Democrats, as I well know from Jersey. I spoke to some , expressing my support, but it was close to 1:30 and almost over, so I didn't stay long.
Home, I finally examined my finances (bank accounts on-line) and saw I'm paying fifty bucks a month (plus other charges from 4 to 7 bucks I don't even know what for) for the Ventura County Star. I decided to start paring down my outgo by doing what I've been meaning to for months: switching from daily to only the Sunday edition, which will drop my payment to $16.58 a month. Called to do that and after some frustrating delays, did so. Now we'll see if they follow through.
Had lunch, then took off for town. It felt so good to get back to The Promenade loop, even though it was windy and cool. Walked back to Main and got the bus home. Called Nancy to find she has a bad cold and wasn't going to the widder dinner. I'll see her tmorrow at H.H.
Showered, dressed, and took off for the bus to Telephone Road down Victoria. It finally came, I got off and, not seeing the bus to Portola Street coming, I started to walk. I got all the way to Stone Fire Grille--almost two miles--and it still hadn't come. No prob, I was glad to have walked it, as I know I won't get much in today in Santa Barbara. I got my usual roasted cauliflower and Chief Peak beer and joined my friends.
What a great time we had! There were two newbies, Hana (in her fifties and born in the Czech Republic) and Carol (about my age), both of whom were lively, intelligent, and interesting. There were about twelve of us, a good group. Carolyn B. was there, but at the other end of the table; I'll see her at H.H. tomorrow.
Greg, who lost his wife less than a year ago, took me home. He's in his late fifties, I guess, no children, and is a great guy. Some lucky lady will snatch him up before long, I'm sure.
Monday, February 18, 2019
Art Comes Alive--Sunday
I did walk Kimball--didn't want to give myself another pass--and saw Carolyn, Bob, and Hazel (woof), but I was early and didn't see other park pals..
Home, breakfast, crossword, then dressed for the Maritime Museum. It was overcast and there were even a few sprinkles, not the best weather, but at least there was no heavy rain.
I arrived early, of course, but got in, put my gear away, got my basket of fish, the took up my post. The others came soon after and we were into the second and final day of Art Comes Alive.
Steve, Robyn, and Dex came in and they looked great. Of course, Robyn had made their costumes--Steve was a French prisoner of war, Robyn an English gentlewoman, and Dex her son--and they looked perfectly authentic. Robyn offered to make me one next year if I decide to be Anke DeJong again; I'm not sure if I might want to switch off and enact another character, but am leaning toward continuing as the fish wife.
Carolyn, Dana, Betty, and Clare came about 3:30, did the rounds, and stayed until we closed up at 4:30. We then all went to Sea Fresh, right on the harbor down from the museum, for dinner.This is connected to the Sea Fresh in Ojai, but nothing like as upscale. I had just ahi tuna sushi and water, as I'd be driving home. We said goodbye and Carolyn dropped me back at my car. I told Betty I'd be up to see her up in Santa Barbara for lunch tomorrow. Stopped to get rice cakes and blueberries on the way home.
When I woke up this morning, my left leg and hip were aching. I realized it was probably the result of standing for virtually the whole four hours I was at my painting post. Took a few aspirin and it's okay now.
Home, breakfast, crossword, then dressed for the Maritime Museum. It was overcast and there were even a few sprinkles, not the best weather, but at least there was no heavy rain.
I arrived early, of course, but got in, put my gear away, got my basket of fish, the took up my post. The others came soon after and we were into the second and final day of Art Comes Alive.
Steve, Robyn, and Dex came in and they looked great. Of course, Robyn had made their costumes--Steve was a French prisoner of war, Robyn an English gentlewoman, and Dex her son--and they looked perfectly authentic. Robyn offered to make me one next year if I decide to be Anke DeJong again; I'm not sure if I might want to switch off and enact another character, but am leaning toward continuing as the fish wife.
Carolyn, Dana, Betty, and Clare came about 3:30, did the rounds, and stayed until we closed up at 4:30. We then all went to Sea Fresh, right on the harbor down from the museum, for dinner.This is connected to the Sea Fresh in Ojai, but nothing like as upscale. I had just ahi tuna sushi and water, as I'd be driving home. We said goodbye and Carolyn dropped me back at my car. I told Betty I'd be up to see her up in Santa Barbara for lunch tomorrow. Stopped to get rice cakes and blueberries on the way home.
When I woke up this morning, my left leg and hip were aching. I realized it was probably the result of standing for virtually the whole four hours I was at my painting post. Took a few aspirin and it's okay now.
Sunday, February 17, 2019
Art Comes Alive--Saturday
Skipped Kimball, as I knew I'd be standing for a long period at the Maritime Museum. I called Susan G. (Sunrise Bay) and asked about Judy K., who hasn't posted on Facebook for some time. I was so sorry to hear Judy has cancer and it seems to be pretty advanced. I had called her husband and left a message, but he didn't return the call. Susan said they didn't want to talk about it. I did have a good chat with Susan, whom I'll see when we meet in L.A. in a few weeks.
Showered, washed my hair, donned my costume and set off for Oxnard early. I was so early nobody was even there and the place wasn't open. However, some of the staff came in shortly and I went up to the library/changing room and got my cap, left my coat and purse, and arranged my area.
It opened at noon and people started trickling in. It was the usual mix of couples, groups of friends, families, and so on. I introduced myself ("I'm Anja Deyon--who-den-dach"; good day in Dutch) and launched into my spiel about the oldest picture in the museum (1622), by Adam Willearts.
Yes, I was on my feet for most of the time. Left my post for about fifteen minutes for lunch (the museum provided sandwiches, fruit, water, and coffee, along with a few poisons, such as candy and "health" bars.
I was pleased to have these friends come in: from T.O.P.S., Bobbi R., and her husband and Sharon; from the Kimball walk, Carolyn and her friend; my good neighbor, Suzanne and two of her sister sisters, Julia and another Suzanne; and Happy Hour Diane and her friend. Today, my relatives are coming, so I'm looking forward to that. Ellen will be there, if she recovers from her bad cold. She called to wish me luck in the morning, then texted me after I got home, the sweet thing.
I got a call from Noreen, too. Her homeowners insurace was dropped because if where she lives ("near brush" and had to take what she called "crappy" insurance, plus she needs a new roof, and so on. Boy, I'm feeling her pain.
Showered, washed my hair, donned my costume and set off for Oxnard early. I was so early nobody was even there and the place wasn't open. However, some of the staff came in shortly and I went up to the library/changing room and got my cap, left my coat and purse, and arranged my area.
It opened at noon and people started trickling in. It was the usual mix of couples, groups of friends, families, and so on. I introduced myself ("I'm Anja Deyon--who-den-dach"; good day in Dutch) and launched into my spiel about the oldest picture in the museum (1622), by Adam Willearts.
Yes, I was on my feet for most of the time. Left my post for about fifteen minutes for lunch (the museum provided sandwiches, fruit, water, and coffee, along with a few poisons, such as candy and "health" bars.
I was pleased to have these friends come in: from T.O.P.S., Bobbi R., and her husband and Sharon; from the Kimball walk, Carolyn and her friend; my good neighbor, Suzanne and two of her sister sisters, Julia and another Suzanne; and Happy Hour Diane and her friend. Today, my relatives are coming, so I'm looking forward to that. Ellen will be there, if she recovers from her bad cold. She called to wish me luck in the morning, then texted me after I got home, the sweet thing.
I got a call from Noreen, too. Her homeowners insurace was dropped because if where she lives ("near brush" and had to take what she called "crappy" insurance, plus she needs a new roof, and so on. Boy, I'm feeling her pain.
Saturday, February 16, 2019
Day Before Art Comes Alive
Virtuous me, I walked Kimball, even though it was overcast, my least favorite weather, and I didn't feel like it. I'm glad I did, because I saw Carolyn and Bob and gave them an invitation to Art Comes Alive, which is----today!
Wouldn't you know, I have T.O.P.S. on Fridays, so I went to that and suffered through another aimless, meandering, no content, meeting. However, I was mollified, since I lost a pound and a half; I weighed in at 128.4, pretty much my desired place.
After breakfast, I started buckling down for the event, honing my talk, plus rehearsing and timing it over and over. It runs from noon to 4:30, but I want go early to try on the new bodice Connie found, so I'll leave about 10:30.
Took a load of wash to the place before lunch, then discovered I had no lettuce, so went over to Von's for Romaine. They had some great looking salmon on sale, plus fabulous fresh tuna, so I bought some of them, too.
The rest of the day was more or less just Art Comes Alive prep. I did drive out in the late afternoon to East Ventura. Stopped at the Goodwill there, just to stop somewhere, and bought a large ceramic plate shaped in holly leaves. I knew it would match the holly-leaf cream and sugar set I had had for years. WhenI got home, I remembered that I had sold or given them away when I moved here. Oh, well, I like the plate.
Wouldn't you know, I have T.O.P.S. on Fridays, so I went to that and suffered through another aimless, meandering, no content, meeting. However, I was mollified, since I lost a pound and a half; I weighed in at 128.4, pretty much my desired place.
After breakfast, I started buckling down for the event, honing my talk, plus rehearsing and timing it over and over. It runs from noon to 4:30, but I want go early to try on the new bodice Connie found, so I'll leave about 10:30.
Took a load of wash to the place before lunch, then discovered I had no lettuce, so went over to Von's for Romaine. They had some great looking salmon on sale, plus fabulous fresh tuna, so I bought some of them, too.
The rest of the day was more or less just Art Comes Alive prep. I did drive out in the late afternoon to East Ventura. Stopped at the Goodwill there, just to stop somewhere, and bought a large ceramic plate shaped in holly leaves. I knew it would match the holly-leaf cream and sugar set I had had for years. WhenI got home, I remembered that I had sold or given them away when I moved here. Oh, well, I like the plate.
Friday, February 15, 2019
Rain
It was raining in the morning, so I didn't walk Kimball then, but did later. I spent a lot of the morning on the Art Comes Alive thing--researching the artist and so on. Cleared up some mundane Internet things, just too dull to mention.
At about 11:00, the rain let up for a time and I drove to Kimball and did the walk. I didn't want to let myself off the hook again because when exercise gets to be a chore instead of just a routine part of life, like brushing your teeth, it's too easy to let it slide--at least for lackadaisical me.
Betty called and we had a good talk. After lunch, I took bus to town. Just as I got off near the library, it started to pour, but I had my umbrella and didn't get too wet. I had requested a book back in November and it had finally been available. It's The Fifth Risk and is similar to the other book I'm reading simultaneously, Fire and Fury. Both describe Trump's intimates and those who populate his administration and if even a tenth is true, we're in big trouble.
I got a call from Ellen wishing me happy Valentine's day. Greg was off and was making her a nice dinner. He also sent her beautiful white roses.
Stopped into Suzanne's when I got home and chatted for a bit; she may attend the art thing tomorrow.
I decided to go vegetarian for dinner, so stir-fried a nice portion of onions and sweet peppers, added leftover mushrooms and a vegetable medley--tasted good.
At about 11:00, the rain let up for a time and I drove to Kimball and did the walk. I didn't want to let myself off the hook again because when exercise gets to be a chore instead of just a routine part of life, like brushing your teeth, it's too easy to let it slide--at least for lackadaisical me.
Betty called and we had a good talk. After lunch, I took bus to town. Just as I got off near the library, it started to pour, but I had my umbrella and didn't get too wet. I had requested a book back in November and it had finally been available. It's The Fifth Risk and is similar to the other book I'm reading simultaneously, Fire and Fury. Both describe Trump's intimates and those who populate his administration and if even a tenth is true, we're in big trouble.
I got a call from Ellen wishing me happy Valentine's day. Greg was off and was making her a nice dinner. He also sent her beautiful white roses.
Stopped into Suzanne's when I got home and chatted for a bit; she may attend the art thing tomorrow.
I decided to go vegetarian for dinner, so stir-fried a nice portion of onions and sweet peppers, added leftover mushrooms and a vegetable medley--tasted good.
Thursday, February 14, 2019
No Rain And X-Ray
Rain was threatened, so I walked Kimball carrying my umbrella. As I was leaving my apartment, I saw the man, maybe in his forties or fifties, who lives across in the other building. I had said hello to him several times after I moved in and he had never responded, so I just ignored him. I was surprised when he spoke to me, saying, "Think it's going to rain?" I said, "I heard it was," and we actually had a short conversation. He said he had lived in the Philippines (he's Caucasian), where it would rain every day, but for very short periods. Why had he lived in the Philippines? Because he was in the Peace Corps. Wow, that was great to hear. We didn't exchange names, but surely will the next time we see each other.
After breakfast, I went over to Rolling Oaks Radiology to get the foot x-ray. I was dismayed when I saw the crowded waiting room and was told there was a 45-minute wait. I asked if I could come back and still keep my place. Yes, I could and I did.
Because of the heavy rain (which never materialized), neither Nancy nor Carolyn were up for Happy House. Diane and I were going to go, but then her son came to repair some things, so we skipped, too. It's just as well, as I've been spending money like water (and I don't need the extra calories, either).
Went to nearby WinCo for blueberries (yes, I'm an addict) and spinach (ditto), then got back for the foot thing. It didn't take long and I took my stuff home, then drove to town to Goodwill. They were having their 50 percent off sale from 9 to 1 and I just thought I'd mosey in and look around. I walked out of there with a sweater, a blouse, and two terrific jackets for a total of thirteen bucks. Considering the dire condition of my bank account, I'm not about to pay full price for clothes, so I was pleased.
Stopped at Von's ad ran into Carolyn from T.O.P.S. (I know two other Carolyns besides the three mentioned here) and we chatted for a bit.
While I was making dinner (sauteed shrimp and mushrooms, mixed veggies, and acorn squash, Niece Carolyn called and we had a long, long talk. She and her family, including Betty, will come to "Art Comes Alive" on Sunday, as that's the day Steve, Robyn, and Dex will be there. I agreed to go both days.
Didn't get my afternoon walk in, because I believed the weather people--ha!
Note to myself: I stopped in to see Bianca at the office and asked if I could have three friends in the big room for Happy Hour. To my surprise, she said no; "Neil" won't allow it because somebody had a gathering in there and messed up the place. You don't have people sign a contract and get a deposit? No. Idiotic. She said they don't even allow residents along to use it. Idiots! However, she said to come back in a few weeks and ask again, so I will.
After breakfast, I went over to Rolling Oaks Radiology to get the foot x-ray. I was dismayed when I saw the crowded waiting room and was told there was a 45-minute wait. I asked if I could come back and still keep my place. Yes, I could and I did.
Because of the heavy rain (which never materialized), neither Nancy nor Carolyn were up for Happy House. Diane and I were going to go, but then her son came to repair some things, so we skipped, too. It's just as well, as I've been spending money like water (and I don't need the extra calories, either).
Went to nearby WinCo for blueberries (yes, I'm an addict) and spinach (ditto), then got back for the foot thing. It didn't take long and I took my stuff home, then drove to town to Goodwill. They were having their 50 percent off sale from 9 to 1 and I just thought I'd mosey in and look around. I walked out of there with a sweater, a blouse, and two terrific jackets for a total of thirteen bucks. Considering the dire condition of my bank account, I'm not about to pay full price for clothes, so I was pleased.
Stopped at Von's ad ran into Carolyn from T.O.P.S. (I know two other Carolyns besides the three mentioned here) and we chatted for a bit.
While I was making dinner (sauteed shrimp and mushrooms, mixed veggies, and acorn squash, Niece Carolyn called and we had a long, long talk. She and her family, including Betty, will come to "Art Comes Alive" on Sunday, as that's the day Steve, Robyn, and Dex will be there. I agreed to go both days.
Didn't get my afternoon walk in, because I believed the weather people--ha!
Note to myself: I stopped in to see Bianca at the office and asked if I could have three friends in the big room for Happy Hour. To my surprise, she said no; "Neil" won't allow it because somebody had a gathering in there and messed up the place. You don't have people sign a contract and get a deposit? No. Idiotic. She said they don't even allow residents along to use it. Idiots! However, she said to come back in a few weeks and ask again, so I will.
Wednesday, February 13, 2019
Santa Barbara
Skipped Kimball; showered and washed my hair; had breakfast, then took off for Santa Barbara.
Got the bus to the transit center at 9:00 and the bus to SB at 9:43, arriving at exactly 11:30. Went up to Betty's and we waited for her neighbor, Marian Hawk, who came a few minutes later.
She's a trim, attractive woman, whose late husband had been a bond trader and who has children, grands, and great-grands. She's lived in the San Franciscan for three years and in California since 1978. She drove and took us to Fresco, a restaurant she likes, but I didn't.
As the new despicable trend seems to be, you have to order your own meal at a counter. The counter person then enters into a screen, which he swivels over to you to sign; prominently, it includes something that asks if you want to give a 10, 20, or 30 percent tip. Damn, I didn't want to give any tip, but I clicked the 20, of course.
One room had high tables and stools, so we sat in the other, which was so jammed, there was no regular tables left. I got my order first, so grabbed the only available table, a minuscule one for two. I put another chair up to it and we--barely--were able to put our plates on it. Betty's took so long to come, Marian and I were almost finished before she got it (she had urged us to eat, of course).
After that, Marian took us to Carpitaria. I mentioned that my friend, Sue, and I had taken some things to a consignment shop there a few years ago, but had never heard from them. I also couldn't remember the name. Now we stopped into an antique store and the owner said the shop was called "Peggy's," but it had closed about a year ago. Marian then said she played bridge every week in Carpataria and one of the players said Peggy's had been held up by a man with a gun and they had subsequently closed. There went my priceless doodads--although I can't remember exactly what they were.
Back to Betty's, then we went over to her club room and left off some flyers for "Art Comes Alive." She and I walked up to State Street and said goodbye as I boarded the first of the three buses home.
Got in at 5:30 after an enjoyable, but tiring day.
Got the bus to the transit center at 9:00 and the bus to SB at 9:43, arriving at exactly 11:30. Went up to Betty's and we waited for her neighbor, Marian Hawk, who came a few minutes later.
She's a trim, attractive woman, whose late husband had been a bond trader and who has children, grands, and great-grands. She's lived in the San Franciscan for three years and in California since 1978. She drove and took us to Fresco, a restaurant she likes, but I didn't.
As the new despicable trend seems to be, you have to order your own meal at a counter. The counter person then enters into a screen, which he swivels over to you to sign; prominently, it includes something that asks if you want to give a 10, 20, or 30 percent tip. Damn, I didn't want to give any tip, but I clicked the 20, of course.
One room had high tables and stools, so we sat in the other, which was so jammed, there was no regular tables left. I got my order first, so grabbed the only available table, a minuscule one for two. I put another chair up to it and we--barely--were able to put our plates on it. Betty's took so long to come, Marian and I were almost finished before she got it (she had urged us to eat, of course).
After that, Marian took us to Carpitaria. I mentioned that my friend, Sue, and I had taken some things to a consignment shop there a few years ago, but had never heard from them. I also couldn't remember the name. Now we stopped into an antique store and the owner said the shop was called "Peggy's," but it had closed about a year ago. Marian then said she played bridge every week in Carpataria and one of the players said Peggy's had been held up by a man with a gun and they had subsequently closed. There went my priceless doodads--although I can't remember exactly what they were.
Back to Betty's, then we went over to her club room and left off some flyers for "Art Comes Alive." She and I walked up to State Street and said goodbye as I boarded the first of the three buses home.
Got in at 5:30 after an enjoyable, but tiring day.
Tuesday, February 12, 2019
Wal-Mart
Well, it was an eventful day.
Walked Kimball, had breakfast, then called the Maritime Museum to ask about picking up more flyers for "Art Comes Alive." They were happy to provide, so in quick succession, I
drove to Oxnard to pick up the flyers;
went to the post office to send a document to Mike and Valentine cards to the Jersey boys;
stopped at WinCo for lettuce, blueberries, and other stuff;
took nail glue back to The Dollar Tree and got a replacement*;
drove to the Hill Street branch of the library to put out the flyers;
went to Wal-Mart for vitamins (and see below);
rode the bus to the mall and did my walk there;
stopped at Johnson Dental to pick up info (I've been putting it off, but must go soon);
received phone calls from Betty (two), Connie, and Stella, as well as no fewer than six from scum-of-the earth telemarketers;
and a few other things.
As for the Wal-Mart thing, I was looking at a vitamin display in the middle of the major aisle, when I was violently pushed against the display, as if someone had taken both hands and shoved me hard. A lot of the vitamin bottles and part of the cardboard display fell, but I didn't give a damn about that. When I turned, I saw two men. The first one had been pushed against me by the second one, who was riding one of those electric cart. The men were together--they may have been brothers, as both in their fifties or sixties. The one who hit me picked up my things and asked if I was hurt and the other idiot just sat there on his cart. I yelled at him and my language was not ladylike. I then rushed to the (self) checkout and told the woman there I had been hit; I said I wanted to see a manager. She said she was a manager. What?
That shows what a bush league outfit this is. What the hell is "a manager" doing at the cash register? Isn't there a general manager in an office managing the whole store, fer cryin' out loud? Anyway, I wasn't hurt, but I was furious. She showed her solicitude by saying she had a chair about the corner and did I want to sit down? Then the idiot who was responsible walked up, not in his cart this time. I started screaming at him and he just looked at me. Finally, I paid and left.
To top off my travail, when I got home, I realized I had bought the wrong vitamins. Also, my neck and arm were slightly sore. Went back after dinner, took back the B12, and asked if what had happened to me had been recorded in an incident report. No, of course not. An assistant manager--actually, a very courteous young man--then took down all my information and account of the event (on his i-pad, not paper). He assured me Wal-Mart wasn't liable because it was a customer-to-customer problem. I countered that it was Wal-Mart's electric cart, which they let just anybody use.
Oh, the hell with it. I don't have any soreness this morning and I'm traveling to Santa Barbara shortly, and it's not going to rain until tomorrow, so I'm going to forget the whole thing.
For now.
Walked Kimball, had breakfast, then called the Maritime Museum to ask about picking up more flyers for "Art Comes Alive." They were happy to provide, so in quick succession, I
drove to Oxnard to pick up the flyers;
went to the post office to send a document to Mike and Valentine cards to the Jersey boys;
stopped at WinCo for lettuce, blueberries, and other stuff;
took nail glue back to The Dollar Tree and got a replacement*;
drove to the Hill Street branch of the library to put out the flyers;
went to Wal-Mart for vitamins (and see below);
rode the bus to the mall and did my walk there;
stopped at Johnson Dental to pick up info (I've been putting it off, but must go soon);
received phone calls from Betty (two), Connie, and Stella, as well as no fewer than six from scum-of-the earth telemarketers;
and a few other things.
As for the Wal-Mart thing, I was looking at a vitamin display in the middle of the major aisle, when I was violently pushed against the display, as if someone had taken both hands and shoved me hard. A lot of the vitamin bottles and part of the cardboard display fell, but I didn't give a damn about that. When I turned, I saw two men. The first one had been pushed against me by the second one, who was riding one of those electric cart. The men were together--they may have been brothers, as both in their fifties or sixties. The one who hit me picked up my things and asked if I was hurt and the other idiot just sat there on his cart. I yelled at him and my language was not ladylike. I then rushed to the (self) checkout and told the woman there I had been hit; I said I wanted to see a manager. She said she was a manager. What?
That shows what a bush league outfit this is. What the hell is "a manager" doing at the cash register? Isn't there a general manager in an office managing the whole store, fer cryin' out loud? Anyway, I wasn't hurt, but I was furious. She showed her solicitude by saying she had a chair about the corner and did I want to sit down? Then the idiot who was responsible walked up, not in his cart this time. I started screaming at him and he just looked at me. Finally, I paid and left.
To top off my travail, when I got home, I realized I had bought the wrong vitamins. Also, my neck and arm were slightly sore. Went back after dinner, took back the B12, and asked if what had happened to me had been recorded in an incident report. No, of course not. An assistant manager--actually, a very courteous young man--then took down all my information and account of the event (on his i-pad, not paper). He assured me Wal-Mart wasn't liable because it was a customer-to-customer problem. I countered that it was Wal-Mart's electric cart, which they let just anybody use.
Oh, the hell with it. I don't have any soreness this morning and I'm traveling to Santa Barbara shortly, and it's not going to rain until tomorrow, so I'm going to forget the whole thing.
For now.
Monday, February 11, 2019
Sunday Routine
Walked Kimball, carrying my umbrella, but I didn't need to unfurl it. Did my usual Sunday rituals--breakfast and crossword, then cut up some bell peppers for dinner.
After that--ta da!--I actually got a lot of sorting, filing, and throwing away done. I was proud of myself, although I still have more.
That took me all the way to lunch, which I ate, then hopped the bus to town. I wore boots, gloves, and a scarf with hood, as it was supposed to shower. Turned out it didn't, but boy, was it cold and windy. In fact, there was a "frost warning" on the Internet and I got up this morning to 36 degrees--egad!
Walked the usual loop, then back to the library. I noticed that a meeting was just ending in the activity room, so looked in to see. It was on the need for universal health care, conducted by the Democratic Socialist Party and I signed up to get their newsletter. I don't want to join any political group at this point, but there's no question they're worlds closer to my beliefs than the repubs and dems. I talked to some and emphasized that pacifism is my major concern and they seem to promote that. I was heartened by the number of young people there--maybe there's hope for the world after all.
I continued on to the library, as I wanted the print version of Fight And Fury. This is an account of the first days of the Trump administration and, even more significantly, the people with whom he surrounded himself. I'm listening to the recorded one (in the car) and if even half is true, we're in deep doo-doo. The book was out, though--I'll see if the Hill Street branch has it.
Waiting for the bus in town, it was really cold, but worse, very windy. However, I got home while it was only dusk and, since this was close to 6:00, I was heartened--daylight savings time, come on in!
After that--ta da!--I actually got a lot of sorting, filing, and throwing away done. I was proud of myself, although I still have more.
That took me all the way to lunch, which I ate, then hopped the bus to town. I wore boots, gloves, and a scarf with hood, as it was supposed to shower. Turned out it didn't, but boy, was it cold and windy. In fact, there was a "frost warning" on the Internet and I got up this morning to 36 degrees--egad!
Walked the usual loop, then back to the library. I noticed that a meeting was just ending in the activity room, so looked in to see. It was on the need for universal health care, conducted by the Democratic Socialist Party and I signed up to get their newsletter. I don't want to join any political group at this point, but there's no question they're worlds closer to my beliefs than the repubs and dems. I talked to some and emphasized that pacifism is my major concern and they seem to promote that. I was heartened by the number of young people there--maybe there's hope for the world after all.
I continued on to the library, as I wanted the print version of Fight And Fury. This is an account of the first days of the Trump administration and, even more significantly, the people with whom he surrounded himself. I'm listening to the recorded one (in the car) and if even half is true, we're in deep doo-doo. The book was out, though--I'll see if the Hill Street branch has it.
Waiting for the bus in town, it was really cold, but worse, very windy. However, I got home while it was only dusk and, since this was close to 6:00, I was heartened--daylight savings time, come on in!
Sunday, February 10, 2019
Dinner With Ellen
Darn, it was raining when I was about to walk Kimball, so I didn't. Went instead to the 99Cent store for a few minor items, to WinCo for others.
In truth, I felt a little draggy. I hadn't slept well the night before, unusual for me and didn't get as much sleep as usual. After lunch I could have gone on the bus to town as usual; Ellen said she'd pick me up about 5:00, so I had plenty of time, but I just didn't. Didn't feel like it. I laid down and tried to take a nap, but couldn't. That meant I didn't get in any daily walking, aside from incidentals.
I did take a stab at getting some of the ever-mounting filing done, but didn't get far.
Betty called and we chatted; I told her I'd go to SB to meet her for lunch on Tuesday. Walked over to Von's for diet 7Up, which was on sale. I dislike soda--in fact, anything carbonated*-- but if I'm hungry in the late afternoon, I drink some of that to tide me over until 6:00, when it's time to eat.
I perked up later in the day, when El came. We discussed where to go for dinner, finally hitting on Wood Ranch. Yeah, sure. We drove over and saw a big crowd outside and in, waiting to be seating, so turned around and walked to nearby Mimi's.
The food was pretty good and the conversation better. We discussed various topics, including the difficulties of young working mothers and that never-to-be-resolved dilemma that has such a hold in this country, abortion. I repeated my mantra that if the Catholic Church was serious about preventing it, it would not just tolerate, but promote effective birth control. Fat chance.
El dropped me home about 7:30 and, restored to good spirits, I watched a show on the search for Amelia Earheat's remains (mediocre) then went to bed and slept soundly.
* Aside from champagne, of course!
In truth, I felt a little draggy. I hadn't slept well the night before, unusual for me and didn't get as much sleep as usual. After lunch I could have gone on the bus to town as usual; Ellen said she'd pick me up about 5:00, so I had plenty of time, but I just didn't. Didn't feel like it. I laid down and tried to take a nap, but couldn't. That meant I didn't get in any daily walking, aside from incidentals.
I did take a stab at getting some of the ever-mounting filing done, but didn't get far.
Betty called and we chatted; I told her I'd go to SB to meet her for lunch on Tuesday. Walked over to Von's for diet 7Up, which was on sale. I dislike soda--in fact, anything carbonated*-- but if I'm hungry in the late afternoon, I drink some of that to tide me over until 6:00, when it's time to eat.
I perked up later in the day, when El came. We discussed where to go for dinner, finally hitting on Wood Ranch. Yeah, sure. We drove over and saw a big crowd outside and in, waiting to be seating, so turned around and walked to nearby Mimi's.
The food was pretty good and the conversation better. We discussed various topics, including the difficulties of young working mothers and that never-to-be-resolved dilemma that has such a hold in this country, abortion. I repeated my mantra that if the Catholic Church was serious about preventing it, it would not just tolerate, but promote effective birth control. Fat chance.
El dropped me home about 7:30 and, restored to good spirits, I watched a show on the search for Amelia Earheat's remains (mediocre) then went to bed and slept soundly.
* Aside from champagne, of course!
Saturday, February 09, 2019
T.O.P.S.
Walked Kimball in chilly, but not unbearably cold, weather. Home, changed, then left for T.O.P.S. I thought I had gained and I did, but I'm still within my "zone" of 125-130 (barely, at 130), but I know I'll get back down next time, so no prob.
The meeting was formless as ever. Coleen had signed up to do the program, but couldn't find her material or something. She is schizophrenic, paranoid, or manic-depressive (or all three) and is now seeing people who aren't there. I discussed this with her and suggested her meds might need to be adjusted. She has already consulted her primary doctor, psychiatrist, social worker, and maybe the milkman, so I think she's okay for now. Our secretary, Lora, was out, so I volunteered to take the minutes. Did so while several members showed articles, such as the importance of sleep, and we read paragraphs from them. Ho-hum, but we finally got through it and broke up at 10.
Breakfast, then niece Carolyn called and we had a long talk. Went out to get a plethora of veggies and fruits and spent the morning on prep (roasted tomatoes and onions, salad fixings, and so on). Lunch, then town and I was so glad to get back to my usual "loop walk." Stopped at the library to return the Bing Crosby book (I'll take out the next volume, The War Years, today) and at the post office to send off Valentine cards to the Orient, which WILL be late, damn it.
Caught the bus home and cooked up a yummy dinner of swordfish, fresh spinach, and sauteed mushrooms.
The meeting was formless as ever. Coleen had signed up to do the program, but couldn't find her material or something. She is schizophrenic, paranoid, or manic-depressive (or all three) and is now seeing people who aren't there. I discussed this with her and suggested her meds might need to be adjusted. She has already consulted her primary doctor, psychiatrist, social worker, and maybe the milkman, so I think she's okay for now. Our secretary, Lora, was out, so I volunteered to take the minutes. Did so while several members showed articles, such as the importance of sleep, and we read paragraphs from them. Ho-hum, but we finally got through it and broke up at 10.
Breakfast, then niece Carolyn called and we had a long talk. Went out to get a plethora of veggies and fruits and spent the morning on prep (roasted tomatoes and onions, salad fixings, and so on). Lunch, then town and I was so glad to get back to my usual "loop walk." Stopped at the library to return the Bing Crosby book (I'll take out the next volume, The War Years, today) and at the post office to send off Valentine cards to the Orient, which WILL be late, damn it.
Caught the bus home and cooked up a yummy dinner of swordfish, fresh spinach, and sauteed mushrooms.
Friday, February 08, 2019
Silvercrest
It was so cold again that I skipped Kimball. Also, I was due at Diane's at 10 and since I was taking the bus, I needed to start out about 8:30. All right, I could have gotten back by then, but I didn't.
Had breakfast, then started off. I decided to walk down Victoria to Telephone Road ( a mile and a half) because I wasn't sure I'd be able to walk in the afternoon. Did so and by the time I got to the bus stop, I was downright warm.
Got to Silvercrest by quarter of to find Diane waiting. Camille, the instructor, greeted me, I paid her for my last session and this one and asked if I could make an announcement about "Art Comes Alive." I could and I did.
The exercise session was good and fairly vigorous. I thought it was rude and out of line when Camille addressed a woman as "Mother" and a man as "Dad.'" I expressed disapproval to Diane; then she told me they actually were Camille's parents and were 91 and 93, respectively. They don't live there, but come in for the exercise, as I did.
After, Diane served me lunch of veggie burger (she doesn't eat meat) and apple walnut salad, along with--natch--white wine. We had a good time talking, then walked down to the shopping center a few blocks away so she could check out a dentist; a tooth of hers is loose. However, he doesn't take Medicare, so that was out.
We said goodbye and I got on the bus. I had intended to walk down Victoria Road again, but the second came as I arrived at the stop, so I took that, instead.
Home, I left my bag (scarf, gloves, etc.) and walked to Von's for coffee and salad dressing. Got home and called Ellen. I was glad to hear her neck was better after she went to a chiropractor. Greg has been with his mother in Santa Barbara since Monday, as her back is again bothering her. Diane texted me that her tooth has come out. Poor thing, I hope she can find a dentist.
I had intended to drive to the library in town and attend Poetry Open Mic, but I just didn't want to go out--and stay out--that late. I would like to recite my latest ("Cabin Fever") to an audience, but decided to go next Thursday instead. I'm getting to be a real stick-in-the-mud, as my mother used to say.
Had breakfast, then started off. I decided to walk down Victoria to Telephone Road ( a mile and a half) because I wasn't sure I'd be able to walk in the afternoon. Did so and by the time I got to the bus stop, I was downright warm.
Got to Silvercrest by quarter of to find Diane waiting. Camille, the instructor, greeted me, I paid her for my last session and this one and asked if I could make an announcement about "Art Comes Alive." I could and I did.
The exercise session was good and fairly vigorous. I thought it was rude and out of line when Camille addressed a woman as "Mother" and a man as "Dad.'" I expressed disapproval to Diane; then she told me they actually were Camille's parents and were 91 and 93, respectively. They don't live there, but come in for the exercise, as I did.
After, Diane served me lunch of veggie burger (she doesn't eat meat) and apple walnut salad, along with--natch--white wine. We had a good time talking, then walked down to the shopping center a few blocks away so she could check out a dentist; a tooth of hers is loose. However, he doesn't take Medicare, so that was out.
We said goodbye and I got on the bus. I had intended to walk down Victoria Road again, but the second came as I arrived at the stop, so I took that, instead.
Home, I left my bag (scarf, gloves, etc.) and walked to Von's for coffee and salad dressing. Got home and called Ellen. I was glad to hear her neck was better after she went to a chiropractor. Greg has been with his mother in Santa Barbara since Monday, as her back is again bothering her. Diane texted me that her tooth has come out. Poor thing, I hope she can find a dentist.
I had intended to drive to the library in town and attend Poetry Open Mic, but I just didn't want to go out--and stay out--that late. I would like to recite my latest ("Cabin Fever") to an audience, but decided to go next Thursday instead. I'm getting to be a real stick-in-the-mud, as my mother used to say.
Thursday, February 07, 2019
Happy Hour Wednesday
Left for Kimball at 6:45 and good grief, it felt like Antarctica--it was 39 degrees! Geez, if I was okay with that kind of weather, I would have stayed in Jersey!
Carolyn B. called to say Nancy had developed a problem tooth and the dentist could only see her at 3:30, so she'd miss Happy Hour--darn.
Walked, had breakfast, then loaded up my mesh laundry thing and rolling cart and took not one, but two big loads to the laundry room. By the time I had washed, dried, folded, and put away, it was noon and I went over to see if manager Bianca would put out some flyers for Art Comes Alive.
I was impressed by the way the big room here looks: It was spotless, nicely appointed (they had re-decorated last year), and there was a big, roaring fire. It occurred to me that I'd like to have my Happy Hour buddies over there for lunch one day. Manager Bianca was out, so I talked to Jim, the assistant manager, Jim, for just a few minutes; I can't stand the self-satisfied jerk for long.
Had lunch, changed, and took off for the bus stop. Incredibly (but this is common here), it had turned sunny and pleasant; I actually went back and left my scarf and gloves. Got off at the library and asked if I could put some flyers out; received permission from the friendly head librarian. By then, it was almost 4:00 and I walked the four blocks to Pacific to meet Carolyn and Diane.
We had a good time, as ever. Carolyn asked if I'd give her my weight loss regime and of course, I will. I mentioned that I had the fifty-some year old Weight Watchers book (not that I follow their diet plan) and she asked if I'd lend it to her. Sure thing. Diane invited me to go to tai chi again this morning at 10, then stay at her place for lunch. Sounds good and I'll leave to walk, then take two buses there shortly.
Nancy called while I was on the bus home. She had gone to the dentist and so far, the tooth stays in, but it's iffy. Home at 6:00, skipped dinner, showered and washed my hair, and settled in for the night.
Carolyn B. called to say Nancy had developed a problem tooth and the dentist could only see her at 3:30, so she'd miss Happy Hour--darn.
Walked, had breakfast, then loaded up my mesh laundry thing and rolling cart and took not one, but two big loads to the laundry room. By the time I had washed, dried, folded, and put away, it was noon and I went over to see if manager Bianca would put out some flyers for Art Comes Alive.
I was impressed by the way the big room here looks: It was spotless, nicely appointed (they had re-decorated last year), and there was a big, roaring fire. It occurred to me that I'd like to have my Happy Hour buddies over there for lunch one day. Manager Bianca was out, so I talked to Jim, the assistant manager, Jim, for just a few minutes; I can't stand the self-satisfied jerk for long.
Had lunch, changed, and took off for the bus stop. Incredibly (but this is common here), it had turned sunny and pleasant; I actually went back and left my scarf and gloves. Got off at the library and asked if I could put some flyers out; received permission from the friendly head librarian. By then, it was almost 4:00 and I walked the four blocks to Pacific to meet Carolyn and Diane.
We had a good time, as ever. Carolyn asked if I'd give her my weight loss regime and of course, I will. I mentioned that I had the fifty-some year old Weight Watchers book (not that I follow their diet plan) and she asked if I'd lend it to her. Sure thing. Diane invited me to go to tai chi again this morning at 10, then stay at her place for lunch. Sounds good and I'll leave to walk, then take two buses there shortly.
Nancy called while I was on the bus home. She had gone to the dentist and so far, the tooth stays in, but it's iffy. Home at 6:00, skipped dinner, showered and washed my hair, and settled in for the night.
Wednesday, February 06, 2019
Back
Hey, things are looking up. True, I didn't walk Kimball yesterday--I had a doctor's appointment at 7:15--but I'll resume today.
Appointment went well. I was pleased to see I not only didn't gain weight, but seemingly lost 1.7 pounds. However, I was on two different scales: Friday at T.O.P.S. (128.7) and yesterday at the doc's office (127). Doc noted approvingly that I've kept the weight off. That was gratifying, as the last five days, I wasn't able to follow my regular walking regime and also ate a lot I usually don't.
I showed her the strange bump I have between my breasts; she smiled and said that's my sternum and I had probably only noticed it recently because I lost weight. She wrote a referral for a podiatrist because I have growths on the sides of my big and next toes. Said they're the result of bunions.
Anyway, I was actually home and at the breakfast table by 8:00 am. Did this and that, then left at 11:00 to get the bus (actually, two) to meet Nancy at the Regency. We saw Mary, Queen of Scots, which was pretty good; I'm not sure how factual it is, though.
After that, we had "margarita pizzas" and, of course, nice glasses of Chardonnay at The Cave, then Nance dropped me off at WinCo, which is nearby. I bought blueberries (natch) and grapes before it occurred to me I'd better not add anything else, as I'd be catching the bus home and had to watch how heavy.
Betty had called during the movie, and I called her back, then settled happily into the evening. Today, I'll be glad to get back into my cozy little routine and I'll launch it by walking Kimball--right now!
Appointment went well. I was pleased to see I not only didn't gain weight, but seemingly lost 1.7 pounds. However, I was on two different scales: Friday at T.O.P.S. (128.7) and yesterday at the doc's office (127). Doc noted approvingly that I've kept the weight off. That was gratifying, as the last five days, I wasn't able to follow my regular walking regime and also ate a lot I usually don't.
I showed her the strange bump I have between my breasts; she smiled and said that's my sternum and I had probably only noticed it recently because I lost weight. She wrote a referral for a podiatrist because I have growths on the sides of my big and next toes. Said they're the result of bunions.
Anyway, I was actually home and at the breakfast table by 8:00 am. Did this and that, then left at 11:00 to get the bus (actually, two) to meet Nancy at the Regency. We saw Mary, Queen of Scots, which was pretty good; I'm not sure how factual it is, though.
After that, we had "margarita pizzas" and, of course, nice glasses of Chardonnay at The Cave, then Nance dropped me off at WinCo, which is nearby. I bought blueberries (natch) and grapes before it occurred to me I'd better not add anything else, as I'd be catching the bus home and had to watch how heavy.
Betty had called during the movie, and I called her back, then settled happily into the evening. Today, I'll be glad to get back into my cozy little routine and I'll launch it by walking Kimball--right now!
Tuesday, February 05, 2019
Lousy Day
If yesterday wasn't the worst day of my life, it came close.
Left Betty's to get the city bus to the SB Library, where I'd catch the 10:30 SB to Ventura bus--I thought--as I've gotten it there before. Got off and saw the sign said it left at 8:32 and the next one wasn't until 2 something. Took another bus to get to the transit station.
You have to have exact change and I had only two fives--put one in the change machine and it returned four quarters. What the--! Had to get the change and a request for reimbursement form from the clerk, then rush a block away for the bus. Got to Ventura without incident and caught the city number 6 .
Home, I had lunch, then gathered up my props, which include a large basket and other items, for rehearsal. Showered and dressed, then went out to wait for the Access van. No reason to take my umbrella, as the sky was a lovely blue...(ha!).
Uh-huh. Bus came with one other person on it (I was pleased that Ce-Ce, a young woman I've had before, was the driver) and off we went. It seemed to me it was the long way to get to Oxnard, but I was early for 4:30 rehearsal, anyway, so no prob. Unfortunately, it started coming down in sheets during the ride. However, I was dropped off, early, in fact. Saw Connie, others came in and we helped set up chairs in a semi-circle.
There were about 20 attendees, all in costume and looking good. Connie introduced herself, then me, saying I taught acting to adults, and would be helping her critique. I was sitting near the end of the semi-circle and was pleased I had remembered to turn off my phone. I was also glad to see the wall clock almost directly opposite me, so I could keep tabs on the time (the van was scheduled to pick me up at 6:00).
Participants went on one-by-one, with Connie and me occasionally mentioning some suggestions to improve. About half--maybe more--read their scripts; I, of course, already knew mine, although I hadn't had time over the last four days to rehearse. When it was finally time for me to do my little shtick, I confidently got up with my basket and said "Who-dan-dach, (goodday), I am Anke (Un-ja) DeJong (Deyawl)..."
...and the rest of my talk went completely out of my head. Was I embarrassed? More than I've been in years. However, I apologized, explained I'd had a stressful week, and sat down. I know I'll retain it for the actual event, but boy, I wanted to crawl under the rug.
By the time we finished, the clock on the wall said ten of six, but that was okay--the van would be waiting. But it wasn't. Looked at my phone and saw I had had a text, telling me it would be there in 14 minutes--but this was sent about 5:45 when my phone was off. I now realized not only had I failed to see it, but it was 6:40; clearly, the museum clock was wrong. So there I was, in the dark and rain, without a ride home. However, that didn't worry me; I knew somebody was probably going to Ventura and, if worse came to worst, I could call Uber or Lyft. It turned out that my friend, Lynn, from Dudley House, was about to drive off and offered to drive me home. I accepted, but on the way, decided to join the widder group for our regular monthly dinner at Stone Fire Grille, so I could give them flyers about the Art Comes Alive thing. I knew somebody would drive me home from there. Lynn dropped me off, drove away, I went in, and--
--my group wasn't there. I called Nancy and she said it had been our lunch gathering, not dinner. Oh, great, and now it had started to pour, again. I was dressed in my long-skirted fisher wife outfit and was carrying a large basket with artificial fish in it.
Yeah, it should have been funny, but somehow, I failed to see the human, as it was now after 7:00, teeming rain, and I was exhausted. I started out to get the bus, but couldn't face it, knowing I and my props would be drenched by the time I took two buses, then walked two and a half blocks to get home. I finally called Suzanne--if there is a god, she'll sit on his right hand, if not in his lap--and she came out and picked me up.
One last thing: After I had settled in with Frazier, I realized my purse wasn't with me. Searched frantically, then had to tap on Suzanne's door and ask her to look in her car. She went out and found I had left it there.
Okay, now I have to get ready for my doctor's appointment at 7:15. Today has GOT to be better than yesterday!
Left Betty's to get the city bus to the SB Library, where I'd catch the 10:30 SB to Ventura bus--I thought--as I've gotten it there before. Got off and saw the sign said it left at 8:32 and the next one wasn't until 2 something. Took another bus to get to the transit station.
You have to have exact change and I had only two fives--put one in the change machine and it returned four quarters. What the--! Had to get the change and a request for reimbursement form from the clerk, then rush a block away for the bus. Got to Ventura without incident and caught the city number 6 .
Home, I had lunch, then gathered up my props, which include a large basket and other items, for rehearsal. Showered and dressed, then went out to wait for the Access van. No reason to take my umbrella, as the sky was a lovely blue...(ha!).
Uh-huh. Bus came with one other person on it (I was pleased that Ce-Ce, a young woman I've had before, was the driver) and off we went. It seemed to me it was the long way to get to Oxnard, but I was early for 4:30 rehearsal, anyway, so no prob. Unfortunately, it started coming down in sheets during the ride. However, I was dropped off, early, in fact. Saw Connie, others came in and we helped set up chairs in a semi-circle.
There were about 20 attendees, all in costume and looking good. Connie introduced herself, then me, saying I taught acting to adults, and would be helping her critique. I was sitting near the end of the semi-circle and was pleased I had remembered to turn off my phone. I was also glad to see the wall clock almost directly opposite me, so I could keep tabs on the time (the van was scheduled to pick me up at 6:00).
Participants went on one-by-one, with Connie and me occasionally mentioning some suggestions to improve. About half--maybe more--read their scripts; I, of course, already knew mine, although I hadn't had time over the last four days to rehearse. When it was finally time for me to do my little shtick, I confidently got up with my basket and said "Who-dan-dach, (goodday), I am Anke (Un-ja) DeJong (Deyawl)..."
...and the rest of my talk went completely out of my head. Was I embarrassed? More than I've been in years. However, I apologized, explained I'd had a stressful week, and sat down. I know I'll retain it for the actual event, but boy, I wanted to crawl under the rug.
By the time we finished, the clock on the wall said ten of six, but that was okay--the van would be waiting. But it wasn't. Looked at my phone and saw I had had a text, telling me it would be there in 14 minutes--but this was sent about 5:45 when my phone was off. I now realized not only had I failed to see it, but it was 6:40; clearly, the museum clock was wrong. So there I was, in the dark and rain, without a ride home. However, that didn't worry me; I knew somebody was probably going to Ventura and, if worse came to worst, I could call Uber or Lyft. It turned out that my friend, Lynn, from Dudley House, was about to drive off and offered to drive me home. I accepted, but on the way, decided to join the widder group for our regular monthly dinner at Stone Fire Grille, so I could give them flyers about the Art Comes Alive thing. I knew somebody would drive me home from there. Lynn dropped me off, drove away, I went in, and--
--my group wasn't there. I called Nancy and she said it had been our lunch gathering, not dinner. Oh, great, and now it had started to pour, again. I was dressed in my long-skirted fisher wife outfit and was carrying a large basket with artificial fish in it.
Yeah, it should have been funny, but somehow, I failed to see the human, as it was now after 7:00, teeming rain, and I was exhausted. I started out to get the bus, but couldn't face it, knowing I and my props would be drenched by the time I took two buses, then walked two and a half blocks to get home. I finally called Suzanne--if there is a god, she'll sit on his right hand, if not in his lap--and she came out and picked me up.
One last thing: After I had settled in with Frazier, I realized my purse wasn't with me. Searched frantically, then had to tap on Suzanne's door and ask her to look in her car. She went out and found I had left it there.
Okay, now I have to get ready for my doctor's appointment at 7:15. Today has GOT to be better than yesterday!
Monday, February 04, 2019
Monday--I think...
This will be short, as I just got back from Santa Barbara and I'm due to leave for "Art Comes Alive" rehearsal at the Maritime Museum in a half hour.
Finally got to SB, but not until yesterday (Sunday) and that took a look of back and forth. I arranged for Suzanne to take Betty to mass, then she picked me up and took us to the bus station. We got to SB, then took a city bus to Betty's, then her grandson picked up us about 2:00. Stayed at Carolyn's (who's away) and her family to see the Super Bowl, were driven back, I stayed over, and blah-blah-blah until I got back to Ventura about noon.
Lots else going on, but now I'm off the rehearsal and will fill in tomorrow.
Finally got to SB, but not until yesterday (Sunday) and that took a look of back and forth. I arranged for Suzanne to take Betty to mass, then she picked me up and took us to the bus station. We got to SB, then took a city bus to Betty's, then her grandson picked up us about 2:00. Stayed at Carolyn's (who's away) and her family to see the Super Bowl, were driven back, I stayed over, and blah-blah-blah until I got back to Ventura about noon.
Lots else going on, but now I'm off the rehearsal and will fill in tomorrow.
Sunday, February 03, 2019
GAWD!
Boy, it was quite a day.
Although it wasn't yet raining, buckets of it was predicted and I gave myself a pass for Kimball. Betty and I had breakfast, after which it did start to pour. I washed up, packed up, and picked up--my umbrella, that is, and took the trash to the receptacle.
I made a big salad and we had that, Betty adding the Fresh Rolls (same as Spring Rolls) she had brought from lunch on Friday. After playing some solitaire at the table together, we prepared to join Suzanne next door at 1:30.
By this time, it was coming down pretty good, but I had decided to take only one umbrella (Betty didn't have one, but I had two), as I didn't want to add to what I had to bring home. We left Suzanne with many thanks and stayed under the Staples overhang to wait for the bus. We waited and waited...
When 2:04 had come and gone, I trudged across the inner road to ask the driver on a bus to Camarillo if the Santa Barbara bus was coming soon. He pointed to a small sheet of paper posted on a wall: "Highway 101 is closed in both directions due to flooding, so no buses are running."
GAWD! Here we were, in the pouring rain, laden with suitcases and bags, and the bus wasn't coming! Okay, the number 6 bus was available and we got on that to get home. Almost the instant we got on, the rain stopped--damn.
Trudged the two and a half blocks home and got in. I'll draw a picture over the next hour or two while got on line for bus information, then tried Amtrak and was put on hold for 35 minutes. In the meantime, Betty called her son-in-law and was told the news was on at 4:00.
We watched that, but there was no information about the 101; finally, we decided we'd go today. I'll probably stay over, but am very concerned about my rehearsal at 4:30 in Oxnard tomorrow. Asked Suzanne if she'd take Betty to mass this morning and, of course, she will, at 9:10.
I'll now look and see if the road is open and the bus running.
Although it wasn't yet raining, buckets of it was predicted and I gave myself a pass for Kimball. Betty and I had breakfast, after which it did start to pour. I washed up, packed up, and picked up--my umbrella, that is, and took the trash to the receptacle.
I made a big salad and we had that, Betty adding the Fresh Rolls (same as Spring Rolls) she had brought from lunch on Friday. After playing some solitaire at the table together, we prepared to join Suzanne next door at 1:30.
By this time, it was coming down pretty good, but I had decided to take only one umbrella (Betty didn't have one, but I had two), as I didn't want to add to what I had to bring home. We left Suzanne with many thanks and stayed under the Staples overhang to wait for the bus. We waited and waited...
When 2:04 had come and gone, I trudged across the inner road to ask the driver on a bus to Camarillo if the Santa Barbara bus was coming soon. He pointed to a small sheet of paper posted on a wall: "Highway 101 is closed in both directions due to flooding, so no buses are running."
GAWD! Here we were, in the pouring rain, laden with suitcases and bags, and the bus wasn't coming! Okay, the number 6 bus was available and we got on that to get home. Almost the instant we got on, the rain stopped--damn.
Trudged the two and a half blocks home and got in. I'll draw a picture over the next hour or two while got on line for bus information, then tried Amtrak and was put on hold for 35 minutes. In the meantime, Betty called her son-in-law and was told the news was on at 4:00.
We watched that, but there was no information about the 101; finally, we decided we'd go today. I'll probably stay over, but am very concerned about my rehearsal at 4:30 in Oxnard tomorrow. Asked Suzanne if she'd take Betty to mass this morning and, of course, she will, at 9:10.
I'll now look and see if the road is open and the bus running.
Saturday, February 02, 2019
Fun With Bobbi
Walked Kimball (Betty declined), changed,, then my twin and I left for T.O.P..S. Betty fit right in to the group, who were very cordial. As for the program, there wasn't any: Nobody had signed up for it and leader Lennie doesn't seem to have grasped it's her responsibility to provide one.
It wasn't too bad, although it had nothing to do with weight loss. Lennie started talkng about "love"--in the platonic sense--and there was a discussion about that. After the usual announcements of overall weight loss and gain for the group and the trite truisms ("quote of the day" and "inspirational message:), I managed to maintain at 128.7, a slight gain (.08), but I was okay with it.
After a late breakfast (10:30), we walked to the bus stop, boarded, and rode to town. Had a ball visiting the different thrift shops, then lunched in a Thai restaurant. Got back about 4:30 and we drove to Dollar Tree, where Betty got a few things, then to WinCo, where we both got a few things, such as ice cream and cookies, naughty girls that we are.
By the time we ate, it was 7:30, very late for me. I served tilapia, baked potato, mushroom and carrots. I went over next door to Suzanne's to ask if she would drive us to the mall to get the SB bus today. I had planned to simply take a city bus; barring that, I could have called for the Access van. But heavy rain is predicted and the first would mean we'd have t walk a distance, the second, we'd have to wait outside for up to twenty-five minutes and Betty has some heavy stuff with her. Suzanne kindly agreed to tak us, but as she works until 12:30, we won't get the bus until 2:04.
After dinner, Betty talked to her grandson--she'll see the Super Bowl tomorrow with him and his dad--then she played solitaire, while I sat at the table with her chatting and shamelessly eating half my pint of salted caramel with chocolate chunks (but Betty had already had some of hers--so there!).
Bed after a fun day with Bobbi (childhood nicknames: Mimi and Bobbi).
It wasn't too bad, although it had nothing to do with weight loss. Lennie started talkng about "love"--in the platonic sense--and there was a discussion about that. After the usual announcements of overall weight loss and gain for the group and the trite truisms ("quote of the day" and "inspirational message:), I managed to maintain at 128.7, a slight gain (.08), but I was okay with it.
After a late breakfast (10:30), we walked to the bus stop, boarded, and rode to town. Had a ball visiting the different thrift shops, then lunched in a Thai restaurant. Got back about 4:30 and we drove to Dollar Tree, where Betty got a few things, then to WinCo, where we both got a few things, such as ice cream and cookies, naughty girls that we are.
By the time we ate, it was 7:30, very late for me. I served tilapia, baked potato, mushroom and carrots. I went over next door to Suzanne's to ask if she would drive us to the mall to get the SB bus today. I had planned to simply take a city bus; barring that, I could have called for the Access van. But heavy rain is predicted and the first would mean we'd have t walk a distance, the second, we'd have to wait outside for up to twenty-five minutes and Betty has some heavy stuff with her. Suzanne kindly agreed to tak us, but as she works until 12:30, we won't get the bus until 2:04.
After dinner, Betty talked to her grandson--she'll see the Super Bowl tomorrow with him and his dad--then she played solitaire, while I sat at the table with her chatting and shamelessly eating half my pint of salted caramel with chocolate chunks (but Betty had already had some of hers--so there!).
Bed after a fun day with Bobbi (childhood nicknames: Mimi and Bobbi).
Friday, February 01, 2019
Twin Time
It started to rain when I was halfway through the Kimball walk, so I turned back, but still, I guess, completed the mile and a half. After breakfast, when I drove to the mall, it was coming down pretty heavy. However, I parked and caught the 9:43 bus to Santa Barbara without incident. It was eerie to see the beautiful oceanic views on the Pacific Coast Highway so dark and heavy, but it was still an awesome sight.
I called Nancy and we talked almost the whole way I was riding, firming up our plans for Tuesday: Mary, Queen of Scots at the Regency, then Chardonnay at The Cave. The rain had slowed by the time I got to the SB transit center and I had to wait only five or so for the number 3 to Hitchcock Way. Disembarked and was just a few yards from the steps to Betty's place 11:30. After chatting for a bit, we took off for Islands Restaurant at the mall a block from her.
Niece Carolyn met us there shortly and we had a good lunch. She drove us back to the apartment and we picked up Betty's things and walked to State Street to get the 6 bus (I'm actually getting to know the bus routes in both municipalities--wow!) back to midtown.
By then, the sky to serenely blue, which was wonderful. We got off at the library and, since we were forty minutes early, went in and looked around--very nice and sometime I want to spend time there. The Big Blue Bus (that's what they call it) took us back to Ventura, the mall, and my car. On the way, Betty called Ellen to thank her for the amazing amaryllis and I got a call from someone else whom I love. Home, and I just had time to slice bananas into the fruit salad I was bringing to Toastmasters and freshen up a bit when we left for the Toastmasters "covered dish" or whatever.
This was fun. There were only eight people there, but Fern did a good presentation pretending to be the owner of "Fiesta Catering"; she had the ingredients for 7-Layer Dip in different containers and illustrated how to make it. She then put it on the buffet table and we ate it with the other stuffs. Since Betty and I hadn't had time for dinner, we were glad Joy had brought Kentucky Fried Chicken; I dislike it, but was hungry, so had a drumstick.
We had assembled at 6:00, so got home just before 8:00 and, while I watched an episode of Frazier, Betty played solitaire (with an actual hard deck of cards). We turned in at 9:00 after an enjoyable twin time, which will continue today.
I called Nancy and we talked almost the whole way I was riding, firming up our plans for Tuesday: Mary, Queen of Scots at the Regency, then Chardonnay at The Cave. The rain had slowed by the time I got to the SB transit center and I had to wait only five or so for the number 3 to Hitchcock Way. Disembarked and was just a few yards from the steps to Betty's place 11:30. After chatting for a bit, we took off for Islands Restaurant at the mall a block from her.
Niece Carolyn met us there shortly and we had a good lunch. She drove us back to the apartment and we picked up Betty's things and walked to State Street to get the 6 bus (I'm actually getting to know the bus routes in both municipalities--wow!) back to midtown.
By then, the sky to serenely blue, which was wonderful. We got off at the library and, since we were forty minutes early, went in and looked around--very nice and sometime I want to spend time there. The Big Blue Bus (that's what they call it) took us back to Ventura, the mall, and my car. On the way, Betty called Ellen to thank her for the amazing amaryllis and I got a call from someone else whom I love. Home, and I just had time to slice bananas into the fruit salad I was bringing to Toastmasters and freshen up a bit when we left for the Toastmasters "covered dish" or whatever.
This was fun. There were only eight people there, but Fern did a good presentation pretending to be the owner of "Fiesta Catering"; she had the ingredients for 7-Layer Dip in different containers and illustrated how to make it. She then put it on the buffet table and we ate it with the other stuffs. Since Betty and I hadn't had time for dinner, we were glad Joy had brought Kentucky Fried Chicken; I dislike it, but was hungry, so had a drumstick.
We had assembled at 6:00, so got home just before 8:00 and, while I watched an episode of Frazier, Betty played solitaire (with an actual hard deck of cards). We turned in at 9:00 after an enjoyable twin time, which will continue today.
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