After the usual Sunday morning routine, I drove to several stores for staples. For me, that includes chicken thighs, broccoli, mushrooms, romaine, onions, two pounds of tomatoes, Killer Dave's bread, and a few other things. I had a coupon for Beyond Burger, which I rather foolishly bought--foolishly because I've had them before and although these are tasty and I favor veganism, they're 1.) expensive and 2.) at 250 calories for a slim patty, high in calories. No, I don't count calories as a rule (I eat mostly foods that don't list calories, because they're plants), except for something packaged like this. Anyway, I put them in the freezer and will eat sometime.
Spent a few hours on food prep (I could never skip that and keep off the 52 pounds I lost). Seasoned and roasted the chicken thighs; pared and pre-cooked a big butternut squash I bought the other day; sliced the lettuce and, as I usually do, divided it into two large bowls, reserving one for today; hard-boiled four eggs to put in my salads; and sliced two large onions and put them in the fridge, as I intend to make my usual tomato/onion bake today. I put one chicken piece in the fridge for lunch and froze the others in individual portions.
Ate lunch, then actually lay down for an hour or so--I don't think I slept, but not sure. Invigorated, I walked to the bus stop, where I could get either the number 10 to east Ventura , or the 6 or 21, both of which go to Oxnard. I decided I'd just take whichever came along first and it was the number ten. I rode down (up?) Telegraph for about two miles, disembarked and walked home. Texted Ellen that my tire is still nice and firm and she said to keep an eye on it.
Monday, September 30, 2019
Sunday, September 29, 2019
Was Blue And Flat, Now Not And Up
My blue mood has eased up, I'm happy to note.*
Called Betty to say I'd be up on Tuesday. Called Nancy and was glad to hear she feels better; we remade our Downton Abbey date for Thursday next (I'm getting in the Brit mood.)
I had a list of things I needed/wanted to do and I accomplished most: paid my car registration on-line (incredibly fast and easy); got gas; scanned and sent to son Mike a tedious tax document; got new pot holders at Dollar Tree; and called Ellen to make arrangements to go to her place so she could check the air in my tires. Yes, yes, I know I should do it myself and she showed me once, but I just couldn't face it. Besides, I hadn't seen her for two weeks and I wanted to.
Drove to Ojai after lunch. El was just finishing up student report cards on her computer (the nuns would have dropped their teeth), and we chatted over a glass of iced tea. She had bought new drinking glasses and offered me her other ones. They're nicer than mine, so I took them and will donate mine to the thrift store.
She checked my tires and one was about flat, so she drove us to the gas station and filled it. She told me to check it when I got home, but I forgot and will do when I go out today. Back to her place and I left about 4:00 with many thanks.
Drove into town, parked at the museum, and walked up Main to the library to return a book. Town was jammed--by mostly tourists, I guess--but far from annoying, I find it pleasant and festive By that time, it was after 5 and I bused home happily.
* I seem to get into these low periods every six weeks or two months. I'm not sure why and I'm certainly not suicidal, but I just feel--say, less cheerful and optimistic then I usually do. It has lifted now as it always does after a day or two.
Called Betty to say I'd be up on Tuesday. Called Nancy and was glad to hear she feels better; we remade our Downton Abbey date for Thursday next (I'm getting in the Brit mood.)
I had a list of things I needed/wanted to do and I accomplished most: paid my car registration on-line (incredibly fast and easy); got gas; scanned and sent to son Mike a tedious tax document; got new pot holders at Dollar Tree; and called Ellen to make arrangements to go to her place so she could check the air in my tires. Yes, yes, I know I should do it myself and she showed me once, but I just couldn't face it. Besides, I hadn't seen her for two weeks and I wanted to.
Drove to Ojai after lunch. El was just finishing up student report cards on her computer (the nuns would have dropped their teeth), and we chatted over a glass of iced tea. She had bought new drinking glasses and offered me her other ones. They're nicer than mine, so I took them and will donate mine to the thrift store.
She checked my tires and one was about flat, so she drove us to the gas station and filled it. She told me to check it when I got home, but I forgot and will do when I go out today. Back to her place and I left about 4:00 with many thanks.
Drove into town, parked at the museum, and walked up Main to the library to return a book. Town was jammed--by mostly tourists, I guess--but far from annoying, I find it pleasant and festive By that time, it was after 5 and I bused home happily.
* I seem to get into these low periods every six weeks or two months. I'm not sure why and I'm certainly not suicidal, but I just feel--say, less cheerful and optimistic then I usually do. It has lifted now as it always does after a day or two.
Saturday, September 28, 2019
Doin' My Thing
Went to T.O.P.S. and even stayed for the B-OR-I-N-N-G "program," which consisted of the six people there reading some stuff about the keto and paleo diets. I'm surprised I lasted through it. However, I was pleased to have lost 1.6, bringing me to 131.2, not quite within my desired "zone," but close.
When I got home, I checked my messages and found that John White, whom I had met at the poetry thing Thursday night, had called me. He's an artist (abstract), about 80, but looks a lot younger, and seems to have a variety of physical problems. He uses a walker and I found out later he has to have a hip replacement and that his legs and feet are badly swollen. He had left the address of his studio, so I hopped on the bus after lunch and dropped in.
We chatted for fifteen or so until his "assistant" came in. I assume she's not a certified aide because she's a college student, maybe 19 or 20 and he pays her directly. He mentioned that he's an "event performer," besides being an artist. He described going to the poetry group (he doesn't do poetry), smashing a banana on his head, wiping it off with his hand, then going around the room asking people to shake hands. (Where in the HELL do these people find me?) He invited me to go to some kind of "performance" on the weekend. I guess I'd rather do that than hang by my thumbs for three days, but...
Left there and walked Main. Stopped into the archaeological museum (free) and viewed the artifacts, and spoke to the young woman attendant--very intelligent and pleasant person and I enjoyed it. Went up to the library to get the bus. Got off at the mall and got my blueberries at Target, then home.
I stopped into Suzanne's, who had been away last weekend, also, and we had an enjoyed catching-up talk.
Cooked up my ground turkey/shredded onions/sliced peppers/garlic stir-fry and it was yummy.
When I got home, I checked my messages and found that John White, whom I had met at the poetry thing Thursday night, had called me. He's an artist (abstract), about 80, but looks a lot younger, and seems to have a variety of physical problems. He uses a walker and I found out later he has to have a hip replacement and that his legs and feet are badly swollen. He had left the address of his studio, so I hopped on the bus after lunch and dropped in.
We chatted for fifteen or so until his "assistant" came in. I assume she's not a certified aide because she's a college student, maybe 19 or 20 and he pays her directly. He mentioned that he's an "event performer," besides being an artist. He described going to the poetry group (he doesn't do poetry), smashing a banana on his head, wiping it off with his hand, then going around the room asking people to shake hands. (Where in the HELL do these people find me?) He invited me to go to some kind of "performance" on the weekend. I guess I'd rather do that than hang by my thumbs for three days, but...
Left there and walked Main. Stopped into the archaeological museum (free) and viewed the artifacts, and spoke to the young woman attendant--very intelligent and pleasant person and I enjoyed it. Went up to the library to get the bus. Got off at the mall and got my blueberries at Target, then home.
I stopped into Suzanne's, who had been away last weekend, also, and we had an enjoyed catching-up talk.
Cooked up my ground turkey/shredded onions/sliced peppers/garlic stir-fry and it was yummy.
Friday, September 27, 2019
Robocalls and Poetry
A here-and-there, this-and-that, good-and-not-so-good day.
Stripped the bed, re-made, and did a load of wash, finishing before 9:15. Called Nancy and found that she's less tired, but has muscle spasms that are bothering her a lot, plus her bad knee is no better. We decided to skip Downtown Abbey today and go next week. We did have a long and enjoyable talk.
At Sprouts, Wal-Mart, and Von's, I replenished my supply of shrimp and a few other things. I found out at Starbucks that the gift card somebody gave me two and a half years ago for my eightieth still has twenty-five dollars on it. That's because I never used it, as I never seem to have any reason to go to Starbucks. Must remember to get something there.
I packed up the stamps I had acquired from Sheri and Ken for my little grandson in Tokyo and walked to the P.O. to mail them. What!? They'd be more than fourteen bucks because they were in a "package"--a small manila envelope, but it was only three ounces. I'm going to repack them and maybe send them in three shipments in standard envelopes.
I'm on a crusade to fight back against robocalls, but now I quit for this reason: I got a call from an outfit called Health Enrollment Center. I asked the recorded voice--"Donna"--where they were located and was passed over to a man who sounded like a sixth-grade dropout fresh out of San Quentin. He asked me questions, such as my age ("fifty-seven") and after I tired of talking to him, I told him to go (something) himself and hung up. Incredibly, he called me back and called me a "miserable little bitch." I immediately went to the police station for advice (I knew they didn't handle it) and was directed to the Federal Trade Commission. Filed a complaint, which will probably do no good at all. Just for my info, the reference number is 111-928-535.
Unbelievably, as I was getting out of the car at the police station, I got a call from a man with an accent selling some kind of "car protection." I told him to drop dead and he responded with curses, also. I'm wondering if those two lousy outfits use the same people on the phone.
Went to the Open Mic Poetry group last night. It started at 7:30 and lasted until after 9:00. There were probably thirty people there and after some remarks and pushing of a book written by some of them, people who had signed up to do so recited their supposed-to-be-short poems. With one exception, every single one of them read what they had written and with the same one exception, all were free-form, i.e., not rhymed. I'm with Robert Frost on this; he said, "Writing free verse is like playing tennis with the net down." Seems to me free form is often boring and self-indulgent; it sure seemed so last night.
That exception I mentioned? Yours truly. I recited from memory my poem "Cabin Fever," which went over very big, actually, I'm not sure whether that's because I was new--everyone else seemed to know each other--or because you could actually follow the story. In truth, it's a damn good poem, of which I'm proud.
Anyway, it lasted until well after 9:00 and I didn't get home until ten. I greatly dislike driving at night and was nervous going home. I know I could take a bus there and the Access van home if I wanted to continue with this group, but I don't. For one thing, there was a surprising amount of political talk--I don't mean poetry, but once a number of people got to the podium, they saw fit to deplore the present situation and malign Trump.
I wasn't surprised to realize this is the kind of tiresome ultra-neo-lib group who think all will be well once the democrats get back in. The idea that the problems are systemic (capitalism, endless war) seems not to have occurred to them. I'm probably drawing too fine a line here, but most of their "poetry" seemed boring and self-indulgent.
I'm glad I went because I satisfied my curiosity about the group and know for sure it's not for me.
Stripped the bed, re-made, and did a load of wash, finishing before 9:15. Called Nancy and found that she's less tired, but has muscle spasms that are bothering her a lot, plus her bad knee is no better. We decided to skip Downtown Abbey today and go next week. We did have a long and enjoyable talk.
At Sprouts, Wal-Mart, and Von's, I replenished my supply of shrimp and a few other things. I found out at Starbucks that the gift card somebody gave me two and a half years ago for my eightieth still has twenty-five dollars on it. That's because I never used it, as I never seem to have any reason to go to Starbucks. Must remember to get something there.
I packed up the stamps I had acquired from Sheri and Ken for my little grandson in Tokyo and walked to the P.O. to mail them. What!? They'd be more than fourteen bucks because they were in a "package"--a small manila envelope, but it was only three ounces. I'm going to repack them and maybe send them in three shipments in standard envelopes.
I'm on a crusade to fight back against robocalls, but now I quit for this reason: I got a call from an outfit called Health Enrollment Center. I asked the recorded voice--"Donna"--where they were located and was passed over to a man who sounded like a sixth-grade dropout fresh out of San Quentin. He asked me questions, such as my age ("fifty-seven") and after I tired of talking to him, I told him to go (something) himself and hung up. Incredibly, he called me back and called me a "miserable little bitch." I immediately went to the police station for advice (I knew they didn't handle it) and was directed to the Federal Trade Commission. Filed a complaint, which will probably do no good at all. Just for my info, the reference number is 111-928-535.
Unbelievably, as I was getting out of the car at the police station, I got a call from a man with an accent selling some kind of "car protection." I told him to drop dead and he responded with curses, also. I'm wondering if those two lousy outfits use the same people on the phone.
Went to the Open Mic Poetry group last night. It started at 7:30 and lasted until after 9:00. There were probably thirty people there and after some remarks and pushing of a book written by some of them, people who had signed up to do so recited their supposed-to-be-short poems. With one exception, every single one of them read what they had written and with the same one exception, all were free-form, i.e., not rhymed. I'm with Robert Frost on this; he said, "Writing free verse is like playing tennis with the net down." Seems to me free form is often boring and self-indulgent; it sure seemed so last night.
That exception I mentioned? Yours truly. I recited from memory my poem "Cabin Fever," which went over very big, actually, I'm not sure whether that's because I was new--everyone else seemed to know each other--or because you could actually follow the story. In truth, it's a damn good poem, of which I'm proud.
Anyway, it lasted until well after 9:00 and I didn't get home until ten. I greatly dislike driving at night and was nervous going home. I know I could take a bus there and the Access van home if I wanted to continue with this group, but I don't. For one thing, there was a surprising amount of political talk--I don't mean poetry, but once a number of people got to the podium, they saw fit to deplore the present situation and malign Trump.
I wasn't surprised to realize this is the kind of tiresome ultra-neo-lib group who think all will be well once the democrats get back in. The idea that the problems are systemic (capitalism, endless war) seems not to have occurred to them. I'm probably drawing too fine a line here, but most of their "poetry" seemed boring and self-indulgent.
I'm glad I went because I satisfied my curiosity about the group and know for sure it's not for me.
Thursday, September 26, 2019
Triple A And Happy Hour
Called the AAA claims adjuster, Melissa, and told her my take on the guy whose car I hit in September, 2018; he's claiming $4000 worth of injury, the lying jackal. I told Melissa he seemed perfectly fine to me, having gotten out of his car and spoken to me. Now, of course, he has neck, back, and other injuries, although how my little Ford could cause that much injury to him in his big RV is beyond me.
Well, the hell with it. I think I'll just pay the registration and the next month's insurance, then go with what Carlota told me yesterday about lowering the payments. In the meantime, I'll try to sell the car and get a less expensive one and just insure it for it as required.
My friend, Vera, lived in Ventura Del Sol years ago and mentioned a footbridge over the freeway nearby. I found it yesterday morning, walked over, and was happy to see it's a direct route to the Hill Street branch of the library. It's a good walk, too, maybe a mile and a half there and back, and includes inclines on both sides--good for the legs.
Before lunch, I went through my closet and picked out three nice jackets I know I'll never wear, so took them over to Diane, who likes them a lot. Had a glass of iced tea with her.
Showered and changed for Happy Hour and met Diane and Carolyn at Cafe Fiore. Nancy had sent a message that she was unusually tired and needed to skip it this time. She's due for her infusion, but the nurse who does it wasn't in; I can't imagine why she wasn't notified, as she went all the way there. I think her hemoglobin has dipped much too low. I hope she's okay for our movie excursion tomorrow.
H.H. at Cafe Fiore was good--Carolyn and I had the antipasto plate, Diane the goat cheese fritters. Carolyn was much more talkative and "with it" than usual. I'm not sure if that's because there were only two of us otherwise or what. Diane and I had a bit of a wrangle over her ga-ga ideas re anything supernatural that comes down the pike. When I questioned, she accused me of never accepting any new ideas. However, we're okay after--I just wish she would make these new agey, anti-science pronouncements so often.
Called Ellen from the bus, then home. I was a bit concerned, but she called me later to say she had been in the shower. I don't know why I have such worries and fears, but not sure how to avoid them.
Well, the hell with it. I think I'll just pay the registration and the next month's insurance, then go with what Carlota told me yesterday about lowering the payments. In the meantime, I'll try to sell the car and get a less expensive one and just insure it for it as required.
My friend, Vera, lived in Ventura Del Sol years ago and mentioned a footbridge over the freeway nearby. I found it yesterday morning, walked over, and was happy to see it's a direct route to the Hill Street branch of the library. It's a good walk, too, maybe a mile and a half there and back, and includes inclines on both sides--good for the legs.
Before lunch, I went through my closet and picked out three nice jackets I know I'll never wear, so took them over to Diane, who likes them a lot. Had a glass of iced tea with her.
Showered and changed for Happy Hour and met Diane and Carolyn at Cafe Fiore. Nancy had sent a message that she was unusually tired and needed to skip it this time. She's due for her infusion, but the nurse who does it wasn't in; I can't imagine why she wasn't notified, as she went all the way there. I think her hemoglobin has dipped much too low. I hope she's okay for our movie excursion tomorrow.
H.H. at Cafe Fiore was good--Carolyn and I had the antipasto plate, Diane the goat cheese fritters. Carolyn was much more talkative and "with it" than usual. I'm not sure if that's because there were only two of us otherwise or what. Diane and I had a bit of a wrangle over her ga-ga ideas re anything supernatural that comes down the pike. When I questioned, she accused me of never accepting any new ideas. However, we're okay after--I just wish she would make these new agey, anti-science pronouncements so often.
Called Ellen from the bus, then home. I was a bit concerned, but she called me later to say she had been in the shower. I don't know why I have such worries and fears, but not sure how to avoid them.
Wednesday, September 25, 2019
Cauliflower And My Car*
Went to WinCo for cauliflower and spinach, then to the 99 Cent store for various. AAA is right across the street, so I impulsively stopped in to ask about my horrendous insurance rise.
I'm glad I did; I spoke to a lovely young woman--Carlota--who couldn't be more intelligent, knowledgeable, and courteous. She told me my accident would have put me in a number 1 category--the least worst, I take it--but because the guy I hit said he had suffered injuries, it placed me in number 2, with the much higher premium.
WHAT? Since when did he suffer injuries? He got out of his vehicle--by the way, not a little Ford Fiesta like mine, but a big RV--spoke to me, walking fine, talking fine, no blood pouring into the road--in short, I think he's a scam artist. I'm even more convinced of the since I looked him up on White Pages; he has 25 violations. Anyway, I told this to Carlota and she gave me the name and number of the claims examiner, whom I'll call today.
We also discussed the possibility of me selling my car, then buying a very inexpensive one and just having the required insurance. I'd be fine with that, especially I intend to keep taking the bus for the most part.
Speaking of which, I took one after lunch to town (after preparing the cauliflower and putting it in the slow cooker with spices), walked Main Street from the library and back again. Stopped in and read for a while, took out another book, then back to the bus. I left it at the mall/transit center and walked down to Target to get more blueberries, then home.
Aside from that, nothing much going on.
*That's a silly heading, but I just love alliteration.
I'm glad I did; I spoke to a lovely young woman--Carlota--who couldn't be more intelligent, knowledgeable, and courteous. She told me my accident would have put me in a number 1 category--the least worst, I take it--but because the guy I hit said he had suffered injuries, it placed me in number 2, with the much higher premium.
WHAT? Since when did he suffer injuries? He got out of his vehicle--by the way, not a little Ford Fiesta like mine, but a big RV--spoke to me, walking fine, talking fine, no blood pouring into the road--in short, I think he's a scam artist. I'm even more convinced of the since I looked him up on White Pages; he has 25 violations. Anyway, I told this to Carlota and she gave me the name and number of the claims examiner, whom I'll call today.
We also discussed the possibility of me selling my car, then buying a very inexpensive one and just having the required insurance. I'd be fine with that, especially I intend to keep taking the bus for the most part.
Speaking of which, I took one after lunch to town (after preparing the cauliflower and putting it in the slow cooker with spices), walked Main Street from the library and back again. Stopped in and read for a while, took out another book, then back to the bus. I left it at the mall/transit center and walked down to Target to get more blueberries, then home.
Aside from that, nothing much going on.
*That's a silly heading, but I just love alliteration.
Tuesday, September 24, 2019
Monday
Spent a horrendous morning on financial crapola, which involved Macy's/American Express, one of my many Visa cards, and the godforsaken Bank of America. However, I got everything taken care of, including a late charge of--get this: twenty-seven dollars for a thirty dollar charge I paid three days late! I got them to rescind that, at least--guess I screamed loud enough.
After the terrific weekend, I was a little low for some reason. However, I resolved to go to Oxnard and stop in to see Greg and that cheered me up. First called Nancy and we made a date to see Downton Abbey at the Century in town, then lunch at Dargan's on Friday.
Hmm...but Friday: I'm not sure whether to skip T.O.P.S. or go by car, weigh in, then leave, have breakfast, and take the bus to town. I could just get Cheryl to pick me up, weigh in, then walk to the Transit Center, as I did before. However, that would mean I'd skip breakfast and won't get to eat at all until close to 2:00. Mulling it over.
Went to Oxnard, but Greg wasn't working yesterday. No prob, I just moseyed around, bought blueberries at Target, then boarded the first of three buses back to Ventura. Betty called to ask if I was coming to SB today--no, I just saw her, plus she has a doctor's appointment--but we chatted a bit.
I impulsively got off at Victoria and Telephone and walked the mile and some home--better for me.
Ellen called after dinner and we discussed Craig's List and my car. I'll address that today and see if I can get it on.
After the terrific weekend, I was a little low for some reason. However, I resolved to go to Oxnard and stop in to see Greg and that cheered me up. First called Nancy and we made a date to see Downton Abbey at the Century in town, then lunch at Dargan's on Friday.
Hmm...but Friday: I'm not sure whether to skip T.O.P.S. or go by car, weigh in, then leave, have breakfast, and take the bus to town. I could just get Cheryl to pick me up, weigh in, then walk to the Transit Center, as I did before. However, that would mean I'd skip breakfast and won't get to eat at all until close to 2:00. Mulling it over.
Went to Oxnard, but Greg wasn't working yesterday. No prob, I just moseyed around, bought blueberries at Target, then boarded the first of three buses back to Ventura. Betty called to ask if I was coming to SB today--no, I just saw her, plus she has a doctor's appointment--but we chatted a bit.
I impulsively got off at Victoria and Telephone and walked the mile and some home--better for me.
Ellen called after dinner and we discussed Craig's List and my car. I'll address that today and see if I can get it on.
Monday, September 23, 2019
FANTABULOUS!
Now that was a party that was a party!
Above: This is what was on the street marquee when we arrived at the fiftieth birthday party for my nephew, "SA" (Stephen Anthony) Johnson.
Carolyn drove and she, Anne Halpin, and Betty stopped for me, then off we went to L.A. Got to Steve and Robyn's about 5:00, chatted for a bit, then Carolyn's husband, Dana, and their daughter, Claire, blew in. (Dana had to leave early on Sunday, as he had some job-related obligations.) My brother, Frank's daughter, Francine, and husband, Charlie, drove down from Alameda, and it was great to see them. Robyn and I went off to get chicken and sides from a Persian restaurant, after which dinner was laid out and we all happily served ourselves. Steve and Robyn left at 7:00 to help prepare for the party and we followed an hour later. Before we left, we were given fezzes and it just now occurred to me why: To distinguish family members from the rest of the guest list of seventy.
It was held at the CIA (California Institute of Abnormalarts) nightclub in Burbank. The place is almost indescribable, but maybe these pictures will help:
Above: Steve, the birthday boy is in front, his wife, Robyn is on his left, and Anne Halpin is on his right.
We were treated to a puppet show (Robyn is a costumer and has the puppeteer as a client); a ventriloquist who was hysterically funny in a naughty-language way; ghostly creatures; and much more. The band (not shown) was incredibly loud, but I love anything with a strong beat and hey, it was strong. At one point, the lead guitarist jumped off the stage and onto the floor, poured a bottle of beer over his head, then smashed it, and used a broken piece to strum. Sounds horrible and gross, but it was hysterical. All these entertainers are friends of Steve and Robyn's; in fact, the guy at the microphone in the first picture (he has Marfan syndrome, so is very tall) actually officiated at their wedding fifteen years ago. He got his marrying certificate just for that.
I had a glass of Chardonnay with dinner, then two beers, and another Chardonnay, and a gin and tonic at the club. You'd think that would knock me out, but no, they didn't seem to affect me at all. I usually go to bed at 9:00 and had thought sure I'd ask to be taken to the AirBnB early, but far from it--we stayed until midnight when the party broke up, then sat up talking until after 1:30.
Betty, Anne, Wes, and I stayed at the AirBnB, which was a small house and comfortable. We all slept late, then gathered again at Steve and Robyn's for a late breakfast. I got a call from my brother, Jim, who sounded a little vague and hesitant, more so than when I talked to him last.
We stayed talking and laughing happily until 2:00 when we finally left with many thanks and hugs. Once I got home, I went immediately out to get grapes and stuff and to Office Max to see why my keyboard stopped working. Bo-in-g--it needed batteries, I put them in and it's fine.
Anyway, the party was an absolutely incredible, bang-up experience and I'm glad I was there. 🎂🎂🎂🎂
Above: This is what was on the street marquee when we arrived at the fiftieth birthday party for my nephew, "SA" (Stephen Anthony) Johnson.
Carolyn drove and she, Anne Halpin, and Betty stopped for me, then off we went to L.A. Got to Steve and Robyn's about 5:00, chatted for a bit, then Carolyn's husband, Dana, and their daughter, Claire, blew in. (Dana had to leave early on Sunday, as he had some job-related obligations.) My brother, Frank's daughter, Francine, and husband, Charlie, drove down from Alameda, and it was great to see them. Robyn and I went off to get chicken and sides from a Persian restaurant, after which dinner was laid out and we all happily served ourselves. Steve and Robyn left at 7:00 to help prepare for the party and we followed an hour later. Before we left, we were given fezzes and it just now occurred to me why: To distinguish family members from the rest of the guest list of seventy.
It was held at the CIA (California Institute of Abnormalarts) nightclub in Burbank. The place is almost indescribable, but maybe these pictures will help:
Above: Steve, the birthday boy is in front, his wife, Robyn is on his left, and Anne Halpin is on his right.
We were treated to a puppet show (Robyn is a costumer and has the puppeteer as a client); a ventriloquist who was hysterically funny in a naughty-language way; ghostly creatures; and much more. The band (not shown) was incredibly loud, but I love anything with a strong beat and hey, it was strong. At one point, the lead guitarist jumped off the stage and onto the floor, poured a bottle of beer over his head, then smashed it, and used a broken piece to strum. Sounds horrible and gross, but it was hysterical. All these entertainers are friends of Steve and Robyn's; in fact, the guy at the microphone in the first picture (he has Marfan syndrome, so is very tall) actually officiated at their wedding fifteen years ago. He got his marrying certificate just for that.
I had a glass of Chardonnay with dinner, then two beers, and another Chardonnay, and a gin and tonic at the club. You'd think that would knock me out, but no, they didn't seem to affect me at all. I usually go to bed at 9:00 and had thought sure I'd ask to be taken to the AirBnB early, but far from it--we stayed until midnight when the party broke up, then sat up talking until after 1:30.
Betty, Anne, Wes, and I stayed at the AirBnB, which was a small house and comfortable. We all slept late, then gathered again at Steve and Robyn's for a late breakfast. I got a call from my brother, Jim, who sounded a little vague and hesitant, more so than when I talked to him last.
We stayed talking and laughing happily until 2:00 when we finally left with many thanks and hugs. Once I got home, I went immediately out to get grapes and stuff and to Office Max to see why my keyboard stopped working. Bo-in-g--it needed batteries, I put them in and it's fine.
Anyway, the party was an absolutely incredible, bang-up experience and I'm glad I was there. 🎂🎂🎂🎂
Saturday, September 21, 2019
To The Big City
Saturday: In a few hours, I'll be off to L.A. Won't be taking this laptop and probably will not blog on my phone (too much trouble and I'm not confident I can do it anyway). I'll catch up my multitude of readers--well, a dozen--okay, five--at least two!--tomorrow or Monday.
T.O.P.S. And Pollution
Reluctantly went to T.O.P.S. and found I was up to 132.8, a gain of a pound or so. That's not within my zone and I need to correct it. Only Cheryl, Carolyn, and Becky showed up for the meeting; presumably, Lolly, the leader, was coming later. As for me, I just thought the hell with it and left. Maybe I'll attend just to get weighed, or go once a month, or maybe I'll buy a scale and not go at all. At this point, I just find it a major pain in the ass.
Did a wash to prepare for the weekend. Niece Carolyn called to say she'll leave Santa Barbara at 2:00 today, then pick me up, so it will probably be about 2:45. Got out my suitcase and put a few things in--I'll finish today.
Went to town after lunch. Walked from Main to The Promenade, then made the loop back to the library. I took out a true-murder book and the one by Omarosa called Unhinged about her years with Trump before she got the boot. It's holding my interest pretty well, although I'm only up to chapter three. Haven't yet gotten to her relationship with Trump, which I can imagine was pretty fraught.
I came across a climate gathering in the park. Guess we all know the biggest polluter in the world.
But which entity holds the title?
https://www.ecowatch.com/military-largest-polluter-2408760609.html
If that isn't addressed--and it seems never even to be hinted at--I raise a cynical eyebrow at all the earnest talk about how life on earth is menaced.
Did a wash to prepare for the weekend. Niece Carolyn called to say she'll leave Santa Barbara at 2:00 today, then pick me up, so it will probably be about 2:45. Got out my suitcase and put a few things in--I'll finish today.
Went to town after lunch. Walked from Main to The Promenade, then made the loop back to the library. I took out a true-murder book and the one by Omarosa called Unhinged about her years with Trump before she got the boot. It's holding my interest pretty well, although I'm only up to chapter three. Haven't yet gotten to her relationship with Trump, which I can imagine was pretty fraught.
I came across a climate gathering in the park. Guess we all know the biggest polluter in the world.
But which entity holds the title?
https://www.ecowatch.com/military-largest-polluter-2408760609.html
If that isn't addressed--and it seems never even to be hinted at--I raise a cynical eyebrow at all the earnest talk about how life on earth is menaced.
Friday, September 20, 2019
Happy Hour And Vanessa
Spent the morning on food prep (roast tomatoes/onions/garlic/spices) and a few household chores. Drove to WinCo for fajitas and stuff.
After lunch, I got a bus to town and took my library book back, then another bus to the transit center, and a third to Telephone Road for the Black Angus. Diane was already there and Nancy and Carolyn came soon after. I told them I no longer wanted to meet on Thursdays; wanted to revert back to Wednesdays. I know Nancy and Carolyn were fine with that and Diane seems okay. Next week, we'll go to some kind of towny thing on Main Street--should be fun.
We were there until about 5:30, after which Carolyn offered to take me home. I declined, as I can't stand the way she drives, and we said goodbye. Walked down to get the bus, but decided to continue on to the Barnes & Noble shopping center. Did that, sat for a bit, then continued on to Victoria and got the bus there. That meant I did about two miles, which was good.
As I sat at the bus stop, I fell into conversation with a young woman named Vanessa. She just got out of jail for ignoring a warrant (not sure why they served her, as her boyfriend was convicted of domestic violence on her). Before that, she had a brain aneurysm and almost died; I could see that the left side of her head was swollen. Incredibly, she has four-year-old twins, although her three other children are in their middle twenties. I liked her so much and wished her well.
Living my placid, middle-class, coddled life, and knowing mostly only people who do the same, it's important, I think, to be reminded of the struggle so many have. I want never to forget how privileged I am, but I often do.
After lunch, I got a bus to town and took my library book back, then another bus to the transit center, and a third to Telephone Road for the Black Angus. Diane was already there and Nancy and Carolyn came soon after. I told them I no longer wanted to meet on Thursdays; wanted to revert back to Wednesdays. I know Nancy and Carolyn were fine with that and Diane seems okay. Next week, we'll go to some kind of towny thing on Main Street--should be fun.
We were there until about 5:30, after which Carolyn offered to take me home. I declined, as I can't stand the way she drives, and we said goodbye. Walked down to get the bus, but decided to continue on to the Barnes & Noble shopping center. Did that, sat for a bit, then continued on to Victoria and got the bus there. That meant I did about two miles, which was good.
As I sat at the bus stop, I fell into conversation with a young woman named Vanessa. She just got out of jail for ignoring a warrant (not sure why they served her, as her boyfriend was convicted of domestic violence on her). Before that, she had a brain aneurysm and almost died; I could see that the left side of her head was swollen. Incredibly, she has four-year-old twins, although her three other children are in their middle twenties. I liked her so much and wished her well.
Living my placid, middle-class, coddled life, and knowing mostly only people who do the same, it's important, I think, to be reminded of the struggle so many have. I want never to forget how privileged I am, but I often do.
Thursday, September 19, 2019
Sort Of A Bummer
Yesterday was partly a bummer.
I've been trying to list my car on Craig's List, but for some reason, they've blocked it. They seem never to respond to questions and I'm not sure what else to do.
Drove over to Sheri's and Ken's house to get some stamps. They are collectors and two of the local experts on the topic; of course, they're active in the stamp club here. I had asked if they could spare a few stamps from various countries for my six-year-old grandson in Tokyo. He and his classmates take them to school and the teacher leads a discussion on the countries. Did they have some discards I could have?
Why, yes, I suppose you could say they had a few. They have a very large house on a high hill overlooking the whole city and the ocean beyond. There are two garages underneath and those garages are filled with boxes, bags, binders, and almost every other kind of container known, containing hundreds of thousands of stamps. The three of us went through a random box and they gave me about two hundred stamps from every continent and, seemingly every country and territory on earth. Some were old, but they assured me they were not valuable.
In return, I gave them some Singapore stamps, which they were pleased to get. They also said Japanese ones were somewhat hard to acquire--I don't know why--so I'll give them the ones I've saved from son and daughter-in-law.
More bummer part: I had parked in their driveway, which is on a slant. As I backed out, I hit some kind of divider and there's now a three-inch gash on my previously pristine car. Stopped at Auto Zone for a paint pen, but wasn't sure of the exact color of red, so will have to research it.
Driving home, I was held up on Telegraph by the mall for twenty minutes, which I later found out was because of a funeral procession--not sure who's. I finally got out of line and had to retrace my steps--or tracks--which added about 45 minutes to my ride home.
Yes more bummer: I had intended to go to a two-hour Alzheimer's program in Oxnard today, but didn't know how to get there by bus, so called the Access Van. They'd pick me up, sure, but between 7:55 and 8:17 for the 10 to 12 session, which is only about twenty minutes away. I finally decided to cancel and I did. They will be having another in October in Ventura, so I'll go to that.
I went out to the store and called Ellen from the parking lot with my tale of woe. She offered to do the Craig's List for me tomorrow--she had a load of work to finish at school. I felt a little better after talking to her. Went to Sprouts for grapes and strawberries and saw Suzanne, my fellow T.O.P.S. member, who's a cashier there. Chatted with her and things were looking up by the time I got home.
I've been trying to list my car on Craig's List, but for some reason, they've blocked it. They seem never to respond to questions and I'm not sure what else to do.
Drove over to Sheri's and Ken's house to get some stamps. They are collectors and two of the local experts on the topic; of course, they're active in the stamp club here. I had asked if they could spare a few stamps from various countries for my six-year-old grandson in Tokyo. He and his classmates take them to school and the teacher leads a discussion on the countries. Did they have some discards I could have?
Why, yes, I suppose you could say they had a few. They have a very large house on a high hill overlooking the whole city and the ocean beyond. There are two garages underneath and those garages are filled with boxes, bags, binders, and almost every other kind of container known, containing hundreds of thousands of stamps. The three of us went through a random box and they gave me about two hundred stamps from every continent and, seemingly every country and territory on earth. Some were old, but they assured me they were not valuable.
In return, I gave them some Singapore stamps, which they were pleased to get. They also said Japanese ones were somewhat hard to acquire--I don't know why--so I'll give them the ones I've saved from son and daughter-in-law.
More bummer part: I had parked in their driveway, which is on a slant. As I backed out, I hit some kind of divider and there's now a three-inch gash on my previously pristine car. Stopped at Auto Zone for a paint pen, but wasn't sure of the exact color of red, so will have to research it.
Driving home, I was held up on Telegraph by the mall for twenty minutes, which I later found out was because of a funeral procession--not sure who's. I finally got out of line and had to retrace my steps--or tracks--which added about 45 minutes to my ride home.
Yes more bummer: I had intended to go to a two-hour Alzheimer's program in Oxnard today, but didn't know how to get there by bus, so called the Access Van. They'd pick me up, sure, but between 7:55 and 8:17 for the 10 to 12 session, which is only about twenty minutes away. I finally decided to cancel and I did. They will be having another in October in Ventura, so I'll go to that.
I went out to the store and called Ellen from the parking lot with my tale of woe. She offered to do the Craig's List for me tomorrow--she had a load of work to finish at school. I felt a little better after talking to her. Went to Sprouts for grapes and strawberries and saw Suzanne, my fellow T.O.P.S. member, who's a cashier there. Chatted with her and things were looking up by the time I got home.
Wednesday, September 18, 2019
Thisa And Thata
As noted, slept better than I have in weeks, got my Starbucks overpriced brew, then began to feel a bit more human. At about 10:30, I hopped a bus to the mall/transit center, walked the half mile or so to Mimi's, and signed in for the hearing aid info thing. Noreen got there shortly after and we chatted while waiting for it to start.
This was in a sunny side room, with about 25 people at a long table. We were served with water, iced tea, or lemonade before the program, which was presented by a young man named Matt from the corporate office in Utah. I pegged him as LDS--I can spot them a mile off--and he filled us in with visuals and a few jokes. The other guy, Barrett (who would name their kid Barrett is beyond me) owns the hearing aid place, and has offices in Ventura, Ojai, and other places. It was actually informative and pretty interesting. However, when someone asked about cost, Barrett said they start--start--at about two thou and go up. He also said most insurances don't cover, which surprised me; I'm pretty sure Medicare doesn't either.
Afterward, the staff, including an assistant named Megan, went around to each person asking to make an appointment to have an audiology test; I said I'll call if interested, and I may be. We then finally got lunch. Incredibly, there was only one waitress for almost 30 people. The women across from us were finished both soup and salad before we got served. The person next to Noreen had to leave and didn't get hers at all. Poor planning.
However, it was pretty good--I had corn chowder, a Mandarin salad, and on my own tab, of course, a Stella Artios beer. We left about 2:30 and Noreen dropped me off at the library in town. Ran in to young Ben (the one who played my granddaughter's husband in the show) again and we chatted. I then looked for a new coffee maker, found one, bought, and lugged it home on the bus. Left it to deal with later, then jumped in the car to cash a check at the bank,* buy some containers at Michael's, stop at Sprouts, and finally, go to CVS for my two prescriptions. I had accidentally ordered them from CVS a block away, instead of CVS Caremark, which sends them. I was taken aback to find CVS was charging me $7.50 each--fifteen bucks!--whereas I get them free from Caremark via my insurance. I told them to keep the damn things and went home and ordered them from Caremark.
And so it goes.... Or went.
* This was from Ipsos, a survey outfit for which I signed up and it was for filling out a "getting to know you" piece on-line. I'm not even quite clear on how this works, but since I've participated in these things gratis, thought as well get paid for it.
This was in a sunny side room, with about 25 people at a long table. We were served with water, iced tea, or lemonade before the program, which was presented by a young man named Matt from the corporate office in Utah. I pegged him as LDS--I can spot them a mile off--and he filled us in with visuals and a few jokes. The other guy, Barrett (who would name their kid Barrett is beyond me) owns the hearing aid place, and has offices in Ventura, Ojai, and other places. It was actually informative and pretty interesting. However, when someone asked about cost, Barrett said they start--start--at about two thou and go up. He also said most insurances don't cover, which surprised me; I'm pretty sure Medicare doesn't either.
Afterward, the staff, including an assistant named Megan, went around to each person asking to make an appointment to have an audiology test; I said I'll call if interested, and I may be. We then finally got lunch. Incredibly, there was only one waitress for almost 30 people. The women across from us were finished both soup and salad before we got served. The person next to Noreen had to leave and didn't get hers at all. Poor planning.
However, it was pretty good--I had corn chowder, a Mandarin salad, and on my own tab, of course, a Stella Artios beer. We left about 2:30 and Noreen dropped me off at the library in town. Ran in to young Ben (the one who played my granddaughter's husband in the show) again and we chatted. I then looked for a new coffee maker, found one, bought, and lugged it home on the bus. Left it to deal with later, then jumped in the car to cash a check at the bank,* buy some containers at Michael's, stop at Sprouts, and finally, go to CVS for my two prescriptions. I had accidentally ordered them from CVS a block away, instead of CVS Caremark, which sends them. I was taken aback to find CVS was charging me $7.50 each--fifteen bucks!--whereas I get them free from Caremark via my insurance. I told them to keep the damn things and went home and ordered them from Caremark.
And so it goes.... Or went.
* This was from Ipsos, a survey outfit for which I signed up and it was for filling out a "getting to know you" piece on-line. I'm not even quite clear on how this works, but since I've participated in these things gratis, thought as well get paid for it.
Tuesday, September 17, 2019
A Lotta Stuff And The Car
Did a load of bleach wash--all the whites and two sets of sheets. Changed the bed. Walked to the post office to mail a birthday card for Paula, my Singapore daughter-in-law. Did a bunch of paper/on-line/financial stuff. Walked to Von's for romaine. And oh, yes, I put my car up for sale.
At least I tried to on Craig's List, but for some reason, it didn't come up. I sent them a message asking why.
The reason I finally bit the bullet and listed it is because I figured out I'll be paying $4,499.40 a year in auto insurance for the next four years. That's three times as much as it was before my accident. I feel pretty low about it, but I just can't see continuing to drive, considering I also have car payments. Of course, that's not even figuring in gas, repairs, or any other maintenance. I know I need to do this, but boy, it's gotten me down.
However, I perked up when I got to the widder dinner last evening. Barbara Q. was there and when I mentioned I was selling the car, she asked for more info. It seems she's looking for a car for her grandson and she might very well be interested. She also asked if I'd be interested in a cruise to Mexico in January or February. Could be, tell me more, and she will.
Barb is CEO of the fairgrounds and a very sharp cookie. She also has rather--I'll say a "liberated" mouth--that is, is not shy about expressing herself with naughty words. So refreshing.
Had a good time. There were about twelve attending, including Greg, the sole male this time. Nancy and Carolyn were there, of course; Nancy asked if I wanted to see the Downton Abbey movie next week. Although I don't watch it on T.V., yes, I'd like to and we will. Betty called to see if I was coming to SB today. No, of course not, I was there on Friday and will see her again when we go to L.A. on Saturday.
Left a bit after 7:00 and it was already dusk. Didn't see a bus on Telephone, so I started walking. I got all the way to Victoria and one still didn't come. Well, what the hell, I walked home from there, so covered 2.2 miles, I'm pleased to note.
And--great news--I didn't wake up this morning until 5:15. I hope my quasi-insomnia was the result of not walking as much.
But--bad news. Got up this morning and, as always, turned on the coffee maker (I always set it up the day before). Washed, brushed teeth, then went to pour my...AAGH! It didn't turn on and doesn't work. Damn, I paid eighteen dollars for that when I moved here four years ago--a ripoff (ha!) I immediately dressed and rushed over to Von's for Starbucks. Will go find another coffee maker as soon as possible today.
At least I tried to on Craig's List, but for some reason, it didn't come up. I sent them a message asking why.
The reason I finally bit the bullet and listed it is because I figured out I'll be paying $4,499.40 a year in auto insurance for the next four years. That's three times as much as it was before my accident. I feel pretty low about it, but I just can't see continuing to drive, considering I also have car payments. Of course, that's not even figuring in gas, repairs, or any other maintenance. I know I need to do this, but boy, it's gotten me down.However, I perked up when I got to the widder dinner last evening. Barbara Q. was there and when I mentioned I was selling the car, she asked for more info. It seems she's looking for a car for her grandson and she might very well be interested. She also asked if I'd be interested in a cruise to Mexico in January or February. Could be, tell me more, and she will.
Barb is CEO of the fairgrounds and a very sharp cookie. She also has rather--I'll say a "liberated" mouth--that is, is not shy about expressing herself with naughty words. So refreshing.
Had a good time. There were about twelve attending, including Greg, the sole male this time. Nancy and Carolyn were there, of course; Nancy asked if I wanted to see the Downton Abbey movie next week. Although I don't watch it on T.V., yes, I'd like to and we will. Betty called to see if I was coming to SB today. No, of course not, I was there on Friday and will see her again when we go to L.A. on Saturday.
Left a bit after 7:00 and it was already dusk. Didn't see a bus on Telephone, so I started walking. I got all the way to Victoria and one still didn't come. Well, what the hell, I walked home from there, so covered 2.2 miles, I'm pleased to note.
And--great news--I didn't wake up this morning until 5:15. I hope my quasi-insomnia was the result of not walking as much.
But--bad news. Got up this morning and, as always, turned on the coffee maker (I always set it up the day before). Washed, brushed teeth, then went to pour my...AAGH! It didn't turn on and doesn't work. Damn, I paid eighteen dollars for that when I moved here four years ago--a ripoff (ha!) I immediately dressed and rushed over to Von's for Starbucks. Will go find another coffee maker as soon as possible today.
Monday, September 16, 2019
Sunday
I tidied up and arranged a few other things yesterday, including the lovely and creative cards sent by my Japanese daughter-in-law. Went to Smart 'n' Final for ground turkey and Maxwell House, then to Grocery Outlet for the frozen Brussels sprouts Diane had mentioned--I bought five bags. I like fresh vegetables most, but read that frozen actually retains more vitamins and minerals.
Chris from Senior Theatre called t ask if I would drop off my rubber chicken, as they have a story they can use it in. Did so and we chatted for an hour or so--or rather, I listened. Her sister has acromegaly,* which causes enlargement of body parts; she's in a small (six bed) faculty in San Luis Obispo. Got a birthday card for my Singapore daughter-in-law and will send tomorrow. Fooled around on the Internet for a time. Stopped at O'Leary's where Diane wanted to have Happy Hour next, but found they don't serve food, only booze. Called to tell her that.
I got a text from Tony C., my gardener in Jersey, giving me as estimate for trimming the shrubs and general cleanup. Hmm...I thought I paid him to do that a short time ago. Will check to see when and get back to him.
Weekends in general and Sundays in particular are not very enjoyable for me. I get lonely, as it seems everybody's with their families or whomever, except me. Ellen is off, but she works long hours the rest of the week and usually needs that time for other things. It helps to have projects to do and rearranging and so on are mine.
*Spellcheck doesn't know how to spell it, so I had to look it up.
Chris from Senior Theatre called t ask if I would drop off my rubber chicken, as they have a story they can use it in. Did so and we chatted for an hour or so--or rather, I listened. Her sister has acromegaly,* which causes enlargement of body parts; she's in a small (six bed) faculty in San Luis Obispo. Got a birthday card for my Singapore daughter-in-law and will send tomorrow. Fooled around on the Internet for a time. Stopped at O'Leary's where Diane wanted to have Happy Hour next, but found they don't serve food, only booze. Called to tell her that.
I got a text from Tony C., my gardener in Jersey, giving me as estimate for trimming the shrubs and general cleanup. Hmm...I thought I paid him to do that a short time ago. Will check to see when and get back to him.
Weekends in general and Sundays in particular are not very enjoyable for me. I get lonely, as it seems everybody's with their families or whomever, except me. Ellen is off, but she works long hours the rest of the week and usually needs that time for other things. It helps to have projects to do and rearranging and so on are mine.
*Spellcheck doesn't know how to spell it, so I had to look it up.
Sunday, September 15, 2019
The Bargain Box
Got the bus to the transit center and met Diane across the street for the Bargain Box big fifty percent off sale. They had a lot of nice things, but luckily, I decided not to indulge in much--just got two pillow cases and let it go at that.
We had planned on lunch at Mimi's, but Diane hadn't realized it was on the other side of the mall. That's a fair distance and she said she's been unusually tired lately. If that continues, I urged her to consult her doctor, who I assume would order a blood test see if her hemoglobin is low. She may or may not do that. Diane is one of those new-agey people who takes a array of supplements because somebody somewhere said they were necessary if you want to live to be really, really old. She's the quantum-physics-and-your-thoughts-rule-the-world girl seems never to have met a wacky idea or cockamamie belief she didn't like. Of course, if it's supported by solid evidence science, she thinks it's a conspiracy.
But hey, I like her gutsy spirit. She approached the manager of the Crown Plaza (a big hotel on the beach), suggesting that she give her mediation class there, in return for living free of charge at the hotel. Strangely, he hasn't responded after she approached him (by text) three times.
I suggested Allison's Cafe, s few stores down and we had lunch there. It was okay, but nothing special. After, we boarded different buses for home. I did some household chores, then drove to various stores for grapes, Polident, and toilet cleaner.
Boy, was it hot. I actually toyed with the idea of going to the pool, but didn't feel like going to the trouble. Besides, my apartment, although it doesn't have AC, is actually pretty comfortable. Suzanne had left a paper about an Alzheimer's program coming up next Wednesday in Oxnard and I want to go to that. I stopped at her place to thank her and we chatted for a bit.
Note: I haven't mentioned here that I've had trouble sleeping for the last several weeks. I fall asleep quickly (after my half hour or so of reading), but wake for the usual somewhere between 1:00 and 3:00, then find it hard to get back to sleep. Last night, though, was better, so I hope the insomnia siege is over.
We had planned on lunch at Mimi's, but Diane hadn't realized it was on the other side of the mall. That's a fair distance and she said she's been unusually tired lately. If that continues, I urged her to consult her doctor, who I assume would order a blood test see if her hemoglobin is low. She may or may not do that. Diane is one of those new-agey people who takes a array of supplements because somebody somewhere said they were necessary if you want to live to be really, really old. She's the quantum-physics-and-your-thoughts-rule-the-world girl seems never to have met a wacky idea or cockamamie belief she didn't like. Of course, if it's supported by solid evidence science, she thinks it's a conspiracy.
But hey, I like her gutsy spirit. She approached the manager of the Crown Plaza (a big hotel on the beach), suggesting that she give her mediation class there, in return for living free of charge at the hotel. Strangely, he hasn't responded after she approached him (by text) three times.
I suggested Allison's Cafe, s few stores down and we had lunch there. It was okay, but nothing special. After, we boarded different buses for home. I did some household chores, then drove to various stores for grapes, Polident, and toilet cleaner.
Boy, was it hot. I actually toyed with the idea of going to the pool, but didn't feel like going to the trouble. Besides, my apartment, although it doesn't have AC, is actually pretty comfortable. Suzanne had left a paper about an Alzheimer's program coming up next Wednesday in Oxnard and I want to go to that. I stopped at her place to thank her and we chatted for a bit.
Note: I haven't mentioned here that I've had trouble sleeping for the last several weeks. I fall asleep quickly (after my half hour or so of reading), but wake for the usual somewhere between 1:00 and 3:00, then find it hard to get back to sleep. Last night, though, was better, so I hope the insomnia siege is over.
Saturday, September 14, 2019
Out And About
Out and about all day.
Cheryl picked me up for T.O.P.S. and, annoyingly, I weighed in at 132.6, an incredible two plus pounds over what I did at the doctor's on Thursday--and I was wearing exactly the same clothes. I'm beginning to think the T. scale weighs heavy, which a lot of members believe, although it's probably fatty paranoia.
Left there and walked to the transit center, about five blocks away, to catch the 9:43 bus for Santa Barbara. Got to Betty's at the usual 11:30 and shortly after, we sashayed down to The Natural Cafe. Had lunch, then Betty and I played Sorry!, a game for six-year-olds, until Carolyn joined us. She persuaded me to go to nephew Steve's fiftieth birthday party in L.A. next Saturday, as she had arranged for us to stay in an AirBnB and we'll share the cost. She'll drive, so sure, I'll go.
I left on the 2:20 bus back to Ventura, got in about 3:35, and home at 4:00. I quickly found a gift bag for Ellen's present (a succulent in a pretty container), then had time to walk over to Von's for salmon, which was on sale.
El picked me up at 5:15 and we went to Steven's Greek Restaurant, Greg meeting us there. Had a good dinner of stuffed grape leaves, and a Stella (beer) and, as ever, good talk with the two of them. Home at 7:00 after an enjoyable, but somewhat strenuous day.
Forgot to mention yesterday that I also got a flu shot when I was at the doctor's.
Cheryl picked me up for T.O.P.S. and, annoyingly, I weighed in at 132.6, an incredible two plus pounds over what I did at the doctor's on Thursday--and I was wearing exactly the same clothes. I'm beginning to think the T. scale weighs heavy, which a lot of members believe, although it's probably fatty paranoia.
Left there and walked to the transit center, about five blocks away, to catch the 9:43 bus for Santa Barbara. Got to Betty's at the usual 11:30 and shortly after, we sashayed down to The Natural Cafe. Had lunch, then Betty and I played Sorry!, a game for six-year-olds, until Carolyn joined us. She persuaded me to go to nephew Steve's fiftieth birthday party in L.A. next Saturday, as she had arranged for us to stay in an AirBnB and we'll share the cost. She'll drive, so sure, I'll go.
I left on the 2:20 bus back to Ventura, got in about 3:35, and home at 4:00. I quickly found a gift bag for Ellen's present (a succulent in a pretty container), then had time to walk over to Von's for salmon, which was on sale.
El picked me up at 5:15 and we went to Steven's Greek Restaurant, Greg meeting us there. Had a good dinner of stuffed grape leaves, and a Stella (beer) and, as ever, good talk with the two of them. Home at 7:00 after an enjoyable, but somewhat strenuous day.
Forgot to mention yesterday that I also got a flu shot when I was at the doctor's.
Friday, September 13, 2019
Doctor, Chores, Calls, And Challenges
Made my 8 am doctor appointment in plenty of time. As ever, Dr. Jennings marveled at the shape I'm in (mentally and physically, I guess), my activities, and my general outlook on life. It always floors me when people express things like this. What am I supposed to do--sit and watch television all day? It reminds me of years ago at Rider. I conducted exit interviews with those leaving the college and when I asked at a soon-to-be retiree if she was looking forward to not working, she answered, "Oh, it just means you're waiting to die." Geez, with that attitude, she may have kicked off by this time.
Blood pressure was 132/76, which seems high to me, but maybe not. I was pleased to weigh in at 129.6 and will be weighed again at T.O.P.S. shortly; I'll see if it's the same. Got home and signed up for "FollowMyHealth." It actually provides all my medical records on-line; I think it's pretty neat; now I don't have to wade through paper after paper to find something.
That scummy outfit, Yandoo, called to tell me--yes!--the Internet outage was their fault. Damn, I knew it all along and asked if I'd get a refund of my payment. I was told they'd take ten dollars off (for two days of it being out!), but I wonder if they inform people of that if they don't ask.
I was pleased to get a load of things done that had been hanging:
--drove to the ARC thrift store in town to buy a wicker container, just right for the space next to my bureau--
--put in he container it a lot of Dudley House and other stuff I had had more or less just piled in the corner;
--called Donna M. of Readers Theatre to tell her I'd decline joining their group. Emailed Joannne M. to tell her the same;
--called the free lunch/hearing people to register Noreen and me for Tuesday;
--called Noreen to tell her we should be there at 11:15;
--e-mailed Diane to see if she wanted to go to the Bargain Box'es fifty percent off sale tomorrow, then lunch after--yes, indeedy;
--called Cheryl to ask her to pick me up for T.O.P.S. this morning; I'll get weighed, than walk to the transit center for the bus to Santa Barbara;
--emailed Fern to tell her I was withdrawing from Toastmasters;
--called Betty to remind her I'd be at her place today;
--and a few other things.
Suzanne stopped to give me some salad greens. She also gave me information on an Alzheimer's seminar at St. John's on Saturday, but I'll be oit with Diane.
Hopped the bus to go to town and meet Nancy and Carolyn at Lemon y sal for Happy Hour. It was good and we had a pleasant time. The problem came when I accepted Carolyn's invitation to drop me off at my place, as she had to pick up her daughter at Ventura College at 6:00. I should have said I wanted to go to the library or anything else to avoid it, but I didn't. Carolyn never drives much over 20 miles an hour (according to Nancy, even on the freeway; C. got a ticket once for driving too slowly) and consistently rides on the glass guides that define the lanes, so there's always a bump, bump, bump. Driving to my place is pretty straightforward, but guiding her there is always a challenge, especially because this time, Nancy chimed in, which confused things further. Anyway, we finally got here. Called Nancy later and we commiserated over the situation.
Blood pressure was 132/76, which seems high to me, but maybe not. I was pleased to weigh in at 129.6 and will be weighed again at T.O.P.S. shortly; I'll see if it's the same. Got home and signed up for "FollowMyHealth." It actually provides all my medical records on-line; I think it's pretty neat; now I don't have to wade through paper after paper to find something.
That scummy outfit, Yandoo, called to tell me--yes!--the Internet outage was their fault. Damn, I knew it all along and asked if I'd get a refund of my payment. I was told they'd take ten dollars off (for two days of it being out!), but I wonder if they inform people of that if they don't ask.
I was pleased to get a load of things done that had been hanging:
--drove to the ARC thrift store in town to buy a wicker container, just right for the space next to my bureau--
--put in he container it a lot of Dudley House and other stuff I had had more or less just piled in the corner;
--called Donna M. of Readers Theatre to tell her I'd decline joining their group. Emailed Joannne M. to tell her the same;
--called the free lunch/hearing people to register Noreen and me for Tuesday;
--called Noreen to tell her we should be there at 11:15;
--e-mailed Diane to see if she wanted to go to the Bargain Box'es fifty percent off sale tomorrow, then lunch after--yes, indeedy;
--called Cheryl to ask her to pick me up for T.O.P.S. this morning; I'll get weighed, than walk to the transit center for the bus to Santa Barbara;
--emailed Fern to tell her I was withdrawing from Toastmasters;
--called Betty to remind her I'd be at her place today;
--and a few other things.
Suzanne stopped to give me some salad greens. She also gave me information on an Alzheimer's seminar at St. John's on Saturday, but I'll be oit with Diane.
Hopped the bus to go to town and meet Nancy and Carolyn at Lemon y sal for Happy Hour. It was good and we had a pleasant time. The problem came when I accepted Carolyn's invitation to drop me off at my place, as she had to pick up her daughter at Ventura College at 6:00. I should have said I wanted to go to the library or anything else to avoid it, but I didn't. Carolyn never drives much over 20 miles an hour (according to Nancy, even on the freeway; C. got a ticket once for driving too slowly) and consistently rides on the glass guides that define the lanes, so there's always a bump, bump, bump. Driving to my place is pretty straightforward, but guiding her there is always a challenge, especially because this time, Nancy chimed in, which confused things further. Anyway, we finally got here. Called Nancy later and we commiserated over the situation.
Thursday, September 12, 2019
Cutting Down On Commitments
The fact that the Internet is suddenly back on when I did nothing to change it (the innumerable times I unplugged and rebooted did nothing) and the fact that I had done nothing when it went out, makes me believe the fault lies with Yondoo, the crapola kings of the world.
Anyhoo, Linda, from Senior Theatre, picked Teresa (who's a newby, also) and me up and took us t Sacred Heart School for the reading/play. The other guest, Beverly, also arrived, and we sat on chairs behind the second graders, who sat on the floor.
As at the rehearsal, it was very well done. Consisting of three "mouse family" stories, it was read and acted out expertly and the children loved it. I asked a little more about the group, which has been in existence for twenty years. I'll definitely see if Ellen is interested.
Interestingly, there was a treasurer's report at the Tuesday rehearsal; their balance is over two thousand dollars. This accumulation presumably comes from the fact that they charge the school--I hope the teachers don't pay it!--fifty dollars per performance. Now why would they need so much in the treasury, when the props and costumes are minimum? Doesn't seem to make sense to me, but that wouldn't keep me from joining. However--and it's a big caveat--what would and will is the time and commitment, which is formidable. They rehearse every Tuesday from 1:00 to 3:00, then perform at least once a week and often more. So-o-o, I've decided not to join.
I also finally galvanized my resolve enough to tell Fern that I am not going to continue Toastmasters. I have little interest in it and it's a hell of a lot of work. I wrote out an email which I haven't yet sent, but will today. It outlines the major reasons for not continuing: because I want to search out auditions, continue working on my plays, and do other things in which I have more interest. In truth, I also find the meetings boring and some of the members ditto.
Noreen and I made a date for lunch on Tuesday. We're going to attend an "educational hearing seminar" and a free lunch at Mimi's restaurant. I actually want to look into an aid and might has well get the lowdown this way.
I have a doctor's appointment for my annual physical in an hour--UGH! At least, I can look forward to Happy Hour this afternoon at Lemon y sal.
So far, the Internet is still up; let's hope it stays that way.
Anyhoo, Linda, from Senior Theatre, picked Teresa (who's a newby, also) and me up and took us t Sacred Heart School for the reading/play. The other guest, Beverly, also arrived, and we sat on chairs behind the second graders, who sat on the floor.
As at the rehearsal, it was very well done. Consisting of three "mouse family" stories, it was read and acted out expertly and the children loved it. I asked a little more about the group, which has been in existence for twenty years. I'll definitely see if Ellen is interested.
Interestingly, there was a treasurer's report at the Tuesday rehearsal; their balance is over two thousand dollars. This accumulation presumably comes from the fact that they charge the school--I hope the teachers don't pay it!--fifty dollars per performance. Now why would they need so much in the treasury, when the props and costumes are minimum? Doesn't seem to make sense to me, but that wouldn't keep me from joining. However--and it's a big caveat--what would and will is the time and commitment, which is formidable. They rehearse every Tuesday from 1:00 to 3:00, then perform at least once a week and often more. So-o-o, I've decided not to join.
I also finally galvanized my resolve enough to tell Fern that I am not going to continue Toastmasters. I have little interest in it and it's a hell of a lot of work. I wrote out an email which I haven't yet sent, but will today. It outlines the major reasons for not continuing: because I want to search out auditions, continue working on my plays, and do other things in which I have more interest. In truth, I also find the meetings boring and some of the members ditto.
Noreen and I made a date for lunch on Tuesday. We're going to attend an "educational hearing seminar" and a free lunch at Mimi's restaurant. I actually want to look into an aid and might has well get the lowdown this way.
I have a doctor's appointment for my annual physical in an hour--UGH! At least, I can look forward to Happy Hour this afternoon at Lemon y sal.
So far, the Internet is still up; let's hope it stays that way.
Wednesday, September 11, 2019
Incredibly, the Internet is now back on. I have no idea why or what happened, but I suspect it's the work of the black-hearted bastards at Yandoo Communications who are at fault. Anyway, I hope to resume my morning entries now.
It's now 8:41, though, and I want to have breakfast. I'm gong to Sacred Heart School this morning to witness the Senior Readers Theatre people in action. More tomorrow IF THE INTERNET STAYS ON!
It's now 8:41, though, and I want to have breakfast. I'm gong to Sacred Heart School this morning to witness the Senior Readers Theatre people in action. More tomorrow IF THE INTERNET STAYS ON!
Tuesday, September 10, 2019
Tuesday
I'm back in the library at 4:25 pm and this is the way it will be for a while. What a drag.
This morning, I changed my sheets and did a load of wash. Had lunch early, showered and dressed, then left for the 1:00 "Ventura Senior Readers Theatre" at the adult center.
To be honest, I wasn't expecting much. As the members gathered--three men and about twelve woman (a common ratio at this age), I noticed they were all in their later years--a few sixties, maybe, but mostly seventies and maybe eighties. I prepared to listen to a labored drone, while they read the storybooks in turn.
Wow, was I surprised! They were really, really good! They had some rudimentary props and costumes, which worked very well and they all, actually without exception, put the stories over with great zest and animation. There were two other visitors, Beverly and Theresa, there and we were all very enthusiastic. The readers acted out three stories, Chrysanthemum, Owen, and something about a pansy.
Today, at 10:30, I'm going to an actual performance of this group at the third-grade class at Sacred Heart School. One of the members lives nearby, as Theresa does, and will pick both of us up.
This morning, I changed my sheets and did a load of wash. Had lunch early, showered and dressed, then left for the 1:00 "Ventura Senior Readers Theatre" at the adult center.
To be honest, I wasn't expecting much. As the members gathered--three men and about twelve woman (a common ratio at this age), I noticed they were all in their later years--a few sixties, maybe, but mostly seventies and maybe eighties. I prepared to listen to a labored drone, while they read the storybooks in turn.
Wow, was I surprised! They were really, really good! They had some rudimentary props and costumes, which worked very well and they all, actually without exception, put the stories over with great zest and animation. There were two other visitors, Beverly and Theresa, there and we were all very enthusiastic. The readers acted out three stories, Chrysanthemum, Owen, and something about a pansy.
Today, at 10:30, I'm going to an actual performance of this group at the third-grade class at Sacred Heart School. One of the members lives nearby, as Theresa does, and will pick both of us up.
Monday, September 09, 2019
Internet Out
I was on the phone this morning for 39 minutes trying to get Internet access. I'm now waiting for a technician to call to come here, I guess. Why I'm able to be here on the blog, I can't understand. Actually, I don't think it will last or I'll be able to post, anyway. Frustrating., AT
Now, 2:37, I'm at the Hill Street branch of the library. I hardly remember what I did yesterday, Sunday, aside from take the bus to town, visit a few stores there, then take out yet another book from the library. Home to stir-fry my ground turkey/onions/peppers dinner.
The only notable event: Ellen called and we made a date for Friday for her, Greg, and me to go to dinner at Steven's the Greek restaurant. I also got her a little present. Send nephew Steve a check for his birthday; he's having a big party, but it's in L.A. and I'll love to attend, but don't see how I can.
Okay, I don't know when I'll get into my computer at home, so this could be the last for a time.
Now, 2:37, I'm at the Hill Street branch of the library. I hardly remember what I did yesterday, Sunday, aside from take the bus to town, visit a few stores there, then take out yet another book from the library. Home to stir-fry my ground turkey/onions/peppers dinner.
The only notable event: Ellen called and we made a date for Friday for her, Greg, and me to go to dinner at Steven's the Greek restaurant. I also got her a little present. Send nephew Steve a check for his birthday; he's having a big party, but it's in L.A. and I'll love to attend, but don't see how I can.
Okay, I don't know when I'll get into my computer at home, so this could be the last for a time.
Sunday, September 08, 2019
Another Party
Considering where Suzanne and I went on Friday, I was amused at what a Facebook friend posted below. (I don't know why I can't remove the white spaces above and below.)
I did a lot of errands, arrangements, and so on yesterday and I'm sick of them. It's hard to believe I used to care for a house, a husband and four children; work full-time; attend college part-time; and take care of our financial and social dealings without breaking a sweat. Funnily, I can't even remember most of what I did in the morning--they must not have been so sonorous after all.I was happy to get a text from Shannon, saying she'd pick me up for the party at 4:30, so I was able to cancel my Access Van ride. Went for blueberries, lettuce, and other things. I bought a nice succulent plant for Dean, the birthday boy (his fortieth), filled out a card, put them in a nice gift bag, showered, dressed, and was ready for the party.
Shannon picked me up and we drove to Santa Paula in plenty of time to get in before the birthday boy. A lot of the rest of the American Roadhouse cast were there and it was great fun to see them again. Dean got in, we all shouted "surprise" and it was good.I enjoyed talking to everybody again. Vera was there, too, with her boyfriend, James, who's the director of the band. He gave me a big hug; Vera later talked to me about the possibility of James renting my car for a month before I sell it. I'd be agreeable to that, so gave him my card and he'll get in touch.
Shannon had mentioned she didn't want to stay too long and that was fine by me. We stayed to sing "Happy Birthday" and watch Dean blow out all forty candles on the cake, then left soon after. Got home before 8:00 having enjoyed the outing a lot.
Saturday, September 07, 2019
A Painting And A Party
Pretty busy day. Suzanne and I left for the Reagan Library in Simi Valley exactly at 9:15 and arrived about an hour later. It was crowded, but not unbearably so and not nearly as crowded as when Ellen and I went for the Titanic exhibit.
Da Vinci was just an incredible genius in many spheres. I was somewhat surprised that what seemed to be emphasized was his wizardly in mechanical inventions, rather than his painting. He worked up plans for flying machines, bicycles, self-operating carts, and an incredible kind of organ music maker. All of these were crafted and displayed and at one point, the "organ" was played by a musician. He also invented a number of war implements, including "robot warriors."
As for the painting, a room was devoted to the Last Supper and Mona Lisa. Life-sized replicas were here, including a spectacular rendering of the Last Supper, which filled one whole wall. I found the explanations of how Da Vinci depicted the apostles fascinating, their body attitudes, facial expressions, and hand gestures all had meaning. Even the placement--those to the right of Christ and those to the left were purposely put there. Christ himself is, of course, in the middle and is backed by a blue sky and open space.
We had lunch on the veranda that overlooks the lovely Simi Valley, then drove home. On the way, Suzanne and I talked about the different lives that nuns live now, compared to when I was a girl--a remarkable change, it seems to me.
Home about 2:30 and I left for the bus to town shortly after. On the way, Stella texted me to see where I was. After back-and-forth texts, we decided to meet at the library, did so, then went to Aloha for her lunch and my Happy Hour veggie wraps and beer. We then walked The Promenade for a bit before Stella took me to Main to get the bus.
In between all this, there were lots and lots of "group texts" about the surprise party for Dean tonight. I did reserve the Access Van, but hope somebody will take me instead, as the party's is in Santa Paula. If not, I'd have to be picked up at 3:00, driven to the end of town, dropped off, then picked up by another van there. I'm mulling over whether to call somebody from the show to take me, instead.
Da Vinci was just an incredible genius in many spheres. I was somewhat surprised that what seemed to be emphasized was his wizardly in mechanical inventions, rather than his painting. He worked up plans for flying machines, bicycles, self-operating carts, and an incredible kind of organ music maker. All of these were crafted and displayed and at one point, the "organ" was played by a musician. He also invented a number of war implements, including "robot warriors."
As for the painting, a room was devoted to the Last Supper and Mona Lisa. Life-sized replicas were here, including a spectacular rendering of the Last Supper, which filled one whole wall. I found the explanations of how Da Vinci depicted the apostles fascinating, their body attitudes, facial expressions, and hand gestures all had meaning. Even the placement--those to the right of Christ and those to the left were purposely put there. Christ himself is, of course, in the middle and is backed by a blue sky and open space.
We had lunch on the veranda that overlooks the lovely Simi Valley, then drove home. On the way, Suzanne and I talked about the different lives that nuns live now, compared to when I was a girl--a remarkable change, it seems to me.
Home about 2:30 and I left for the bus to town shortly after. On the way, Stella texted me to see where I was. After back-and-forth texts, we decided to meet at the library, did so, then went to Aloha for her lunch and my Happy Hour veggie wraps and beer. We then walked The Promenade for a bit before Stella took me to Main to get the bus.
In between all this, there were lots and lots of "group texts" about the surprise party for Dean tonight. I did reserve the Access Van, but hope somebody will take me instead, as the party's is in Santa Paula. If not, I'd have to be picked up at 3:00, driven to the end of town, dropped off, then picked up by another van there. I'm mulling over whether to call somebody from the show to take me, instead.
Friday, September 06, 2019
Vanguard And The Hayseeds
I actually got a few more chores done yesterday. I dry-mopped the hard floors, went through and re-organized the medicine cabinet, and submitted Ellen's name (after asking her permission) to Vanguard to act as my "trusted contact." This doesn't mean she can get her greedy hands on my millions,* just that, if Vanguard thinks I've gone dotty, they can contact her.
Went to town after lunch and took the Stephen King book back--it was very short, unlike his usual enormous tomes and frankly, slight and trite. The only mildly interesting aspect was that one of the main characters was a lesbian, which I understand his daughter is. She's in a wheel chair here because she has some kind of autoimmune disorder.
I put the picture on here because I find it incredible that the family of somebody who may be among the 100 most famous people in the world, who is surely a millionaire many times over or even a billionaire, who, presumably, has access, and whose family has access, to the best decorators, clothes, jewels, body spas, makeup, and anything else to make them glamorous, is sitting in this, let's face it, kitchen of such mediocrity I wouldn't want it in my present circumstances, let alone if I had the wealth of the world in my pocket and who look, frankly, like the ordinary bumpkins you can see anywhere, the Hayseed family from Upper Japip, sloppily dressed and overweight and gathered around a truly second-rate, early American table that went out with the nineteen-sixties.
I find this SO utterly and completely charming--I love it!
Anyhoo, I saw two things in a store I thought I might buy--measured them and they'll fit where I want them, but do I really want them, let alone need them? I'll think about it. Shrimp and lots of fresh veggies for dinner, and they were yummy. Went out after dinner to get gas, mourning already for the day I won't have to do that.
Via text, I was invited to a surprise birthday party for Dean M., of Fractured Actors. I'd like to go, but just am not sure of how to get there. Also, if I took the Access Van, I'd have to call today. Well, I'll think about it.
Today: Suzanne and I are going to the Da Vinci exhibit at the Reagan Library (well, I guess Ronnie was good for something).
*If Ellen or any of my children need/want any or all of my money, they can have it just for the asking. But they never do.
Went to town after lunch and took the Stephen King book back--it was very short, unlike his usual enormous tomes and frankly, slight and trite. The only mildly interesting aspect was that one of the main characters was a lesbian, which I understand his daughter is. She's in a wheel chair here because she has some kind of autoimmune disorder.
I put the picture on here because I find it incredible that the family of somebody who may be among the 100 most famous people in the world, who is surely a millionaire many times over or even a billionaire, who, presumably, has access, and whose family has access, to the best decorators, clothes, jewels, body spas, makeup, and anything else to make them glamorous, is sitting in this, let's face it, kitchen of such mediocrity I wouldn't want it in my present circumstances, let alone if I had the wealth of the world in my pocket and who look, frankly, like the ordinary bumpkins you can see anywhere, the Hayseed family from Upper Japip, sloppily dressed and overweight and gathered around a truly second-rate, early American table that went out with the nineteen-sixties.
I find this SO utterly and completely charming--I love it!
Anyhoo, I saw two things in a store I thought I might buy--measured them and they'll fit where I want them, but do I really want them, let alone need them? I'll think about it. Shrimp and lots of fresh veggies for dinner, and they were yummy. Went out after dinner to get gas, mourning already for the day I won't have to do that.
Via text, I was invited to a surprise birthday party for Dean M., of Fractured Actors. I'd like to go, but just am not sure of how to get there. Also, if I took the Access Van, I'd have to call today. Well, I'll think about it.
Today: Suzanne and I are going to the Da Vinci exhibit at the Reagan Library (well, I guess Ronnie was good for something).
*If Ellen or any of my children need/want any or all of my money, they can have it just for the asking. But they never do.
Thursday, September 05, 2019
Chores, Books, And Happy Hour
Called Diane early and we discussed Happy Hour. After breakfast, I started in on the rest of the put-off stuff and, finally, happy day, I'm just about finished. Now I just (just!) have to file all the paper work and otherwise tidy up. Sent Tony C. a check for the work he did recently at my house in Jersey. He also texted me to the effect that it needs the bushes trimmed and a cleanup. I asked him to give me an estimate.
Made my roasted tomato, onion, garlic dish and a lot of it. When it's cooked and cooled, I keep it in a large glass jar in the fridge and just add it to my salad every day. Took a book back to the library, I'm still working on three, including a fiction: Stephen King's Exultation, a very short one for him, which is so-so. I'm halfway finished How We Die Now, by an Irish doctor, who brings up some interesting points about modern death, including the "celebration of life" thing. I find that thoroughly idiotic, especially if live birds, balloons, or bubbles are involved and so does he. I also have, but haven't started yet, The Road to Camelot/Inside JFK's Five Year Campaign. I like political inside stories and hope this isn't a whitewash.
My sliding glass door in the living room was stuck, so I called the office and was told Javier would come and fix it after lunch. I cleaned up a little, then walked to the Victorian Pub for happy hour. I was early, so I stopped into the nearby 99-Cent store and got Stevia. Met Diane in there and we strolled to the Pub together. Carolyn and Nancy came shortly after and we had a good time.
I insisted that we start taking turns deciding where we'd go--I'm tired of being the social director, so next time, it's Carolyn's choice and she picked Lemon y sal. Let's hope she remembers happy hour isn't until 5:00 there.
Walked home, so I got in about three miles, which I was glad to do. Home about 6:15 and I saw that my sliding door was fixed. Good.
Made my roasted tomato, onion, garlic dish and a lot of it. When it's cooked and cooled, I keep it in a large glass jar in the fridge and just add it to my salad every day. Took a book back to the library, I'm still working on three, including a fiction: Stephen King's Exultation, a very short one for him, which is so-so. I'm halfway finished How We Die Now, by an Irish doctor, who brings up some interesting points about modern death, including the "celebration of life" thing. I find that thoroughly idiotic, especially if live birds, balloons, or bubbles are involved and so does he. I also have, but haven't started yet, The Road to Camelot/Inside JFK's Five Year Campaign. I like political inside stories and hope this isn't a whitewash.
My sliding glass door in the living room was stuck, so I called the office and was told Javier would come and fix it after lunch. I cleaned up a little, then walked to the Victorian Pub for happy hour. I was early, so I stopped into the nearby 99-Cent store and got Stevia. Met Diane in there and we strolled to the Pub together. Carolyn and Nancy came shortly after and we had a good time.
I insisted that we start taking turns deciding where we'd go--I'm tired of being the social director, so next time, it's Carolyn's choice and she picked Lemon y sal. Let's hope she remembers happy hour isn't until 5:00 there.
Walked home, so I got in about three miles, which I was glad to do. Home about 6:15 and I saw that my sliding door was fixed. Good.
Wednesday, September 04, 2019
Minutiae
Finally forced myself to get some practical things done (I'm the world's most notorious procrastinator): changed the sheets and did a load of whites with them; finally looked through the pile of paper on my desk and dealt with some financial stuff; straightened out some long-standing minor problems; sent a check to Tony C., my Jersey landscaper; and otherwise cleared up some things. Is there more? Oh, yes, there's always more, damn it.
Betty called and we had long talk. As ever, she seems eerily like her old self until she doesn't. Then she seems like a rather tiresome child. She's coming home from Chicago on Friday and I said I'd go up to Santa Barbara on Tuesday for lunch.
I subscribe to Reminisce magazine and have for years. I'm not really interested in it, but I want to submit a piece I wrote on Aunt Maggie and haven't gotten around to it. I must do that soon. Anyway, it's very inexpensive--ten bucks a year and that includes a gift subscription to somebody else. I used to have it sent to Betty, but I know she doesn't read much anymore, so the last few years, I've sent it to Nancy. I called her to see if she really wanted it and she doesn't. She listens to books on tape almost exclusively, just as I read only books, as a rule. Think I'll see if Diane wants it.
Speaking of which, I emailed her and the other two to see if they 'd switch back to Wednesdays for Happy Hour, which both Nancy and I prefer. We'll see.
Went to Ralph's, Smart 'n' Final, and a few other places for salad dressing, blueberries, bag clips, bread, and stuff. then to the post office to send a card. By the time I got home, it was too late to take the bus to town, so I didn't get a walk in, but I will today.
Betty called and we had long talk. As ever, she seems eerily like her old self until she doesn't. Then she seems like a rather tiresome child. She's coming home from Chicago on Friday and I said I'd go up to Santa Barbara on Tuesday for lunch.
I subscribe to Reminisce magazine and have for years. I'm not really interested in it, but I want to submit a piece I wrote on Aunt Maggie and haven't gotten around to it. I must do that soon. Anyway, it's very inexpensive--ten bucks a year and that includes a gift subscription to somebody else. I used to have it sent to Betty, but I know she doesn't read much anymore, so the last few years, I've sent it to Nancy. I called her to see if she really wanted it and she doesn't. She listens to books on tape almost exclusively, just as I read only books, as a rule. Think I'll see if Diane wants it.
Speaking of which, I emailed her and the other two to see if they 'd switch back to Wednesdays for Happy Hour, which both Nancy and I prefer. We'll see.
Went to Ralph's, Smart 'n' Final, and a few other places for salad dressing, blueberries, bag clips, bread, and stuff. then to the post office to send a card. By the time I got home, it was too late to take the bus to town, so I didn't get a walk in, but I will today.
Tuesday, September 03, 2019
Lunch And Leonardo
Since there's no bus or van service on Labor Day--the reason for which I can't fathom--I walked to the widder lunch. It's about two miles and it was pretty hot, but I had no problem and I was glad to do it. I arrived just at noon and the only one here was Susan (suicide eight years ago); Carolyn (suicide ten years ago) came soon after , but Nancy (a variety of ailments four years ago) was with family for the holiday. Interestingly, a new Nancy (colon cancer four years ago), a teacher in Oxnard, came.
Usually, we have at least eight or ten for lunch and quite a few more for dinner, but this time, there was just the four of us. Much as I like the bigger group, this was good, too--we were able to all talk together and we ranged over "what happened," "dating history after the death," and "children and their problems."
Susan took me home and I started looking for the pumpkin poem and sketches I did years ago, then revived for Toastmasters. I'm going to attend a Senior Readers Theatre thing next week and may join. They go to different elementary schools and read for the younger grades. If it's just reading without some acting, I won't do it, nor will I if there's a raft of self-absorbed old people, but I want to look into it. Damnit, though, I couldn't find pumpkin poem--can't imagine what I did with it. I actually took a nap after and slept for about two hours. Walked over to Von's for romaine; since I had had pesto pasta for lunch, I had my usual daily salad for dinner.
Suzanne stopped in after and we chatted about various, including our plans to go to the Leonardo da Vinci exhibit at the Reagan Library on either Friday or Saturday. Either is okay for me.
Usually, we have at least eight or ten for lunch and quite a few more for dinner, but this time, there was just the four of us. Much as I like the bigger group, this was good, too--we were able to all talk together and we ranged over "what happened," "dating history after the death," and "children and their problems."
Susan took me home and I started looking for the pumpkin poem and sketches I did years ago, then revived for Toastmasters. I'm going to attend a Senior Readers Theatre thing next week and may join. They go to different elementary schools and read for the younger grades. If it's just reading without some acting, I won't do it, nor will I if there's a raft of self-absorbed old people, but I want to look into it. Damnit, though, I couldn't find pumpkin poem--can't imagine what I did with it. I actually took a nap after and slept for about two hours. Walked over to Von's for romaine; since I had had pesto pasta for lunch, I had my usual daily salad for dinner.
Suzanne stopped in after and we chatted about various, including our plans to go to the Leonardo da Vinci exhibit at the Reagan Library on either Friday or Saturday. Either is okay for me.
Monday, September 02, 2019
Party
Slept until 7:30 and didn't have breakfast until 9:00. Did my Sunday stuff, then more or less lazed around until lunchtime. For a change, I didn't have a salad, but ate a Lean Cuisine pasta and meatballs frozen meal. Not sure how long it's been in the freezer. Hmm...maybe I brought it from Jersey four years ago.
After, I went to Winco to buy Corona Premium in the small bottles, so they'd fit in my smaller insulated bag. Sliced up a lime to put in the beer and added my cold glass, just in case they only have plastic. No need to bring food, as Jeff and Shannon had the party catered.
And what a party! The Access Van came early, as usual, so I got there at 5:30, a full half hour before I should have. Skulked around outside until Jeff pulled into the drive and I went in with him. Greeted Shannon, then went into the garden, opened one of my Coronas, and settled down to wait for the rest of the guests.
In the meantime, the two caterers, Quentin and Whatshisname, fired up the barbecue, set up their serving tables, and laid out their luscious spread of beef ribs, macaroni and cheese, shredded pork, and homemade Cole slaw. Guests were asked to bring their own drinks and Chuck F. brought two big coolers, full of craft beers, none of which I had ever tasted. He poured me samples now and again, which included chocolate-flavored ale, which I've had before and which is vile.
Great night. I met spouses and partners I hadn't before and found that many were either musicians or performers of some kind. I especially liked Bryan, who mentioned he went to pricey Ojai Valley School, where Vivian and Violet went to summer camp a few months ago. Interestingly, his roommate was the son of the old-time T.V. star, Robert Culp ("I Spy").
I got to know better a lot of those I had performed with, and the people they brought. Aside from Ben, who was off on a trip, I think almost the whole cast, plus lighting, sound, and band members, were there. I knew Ariana and her boyfriend were off on a trip to Santa Barbara, but they came in just as we were leaving. Shannon had suggested I cancel the van to go home, which I did, and Sean and Crystal took me home.
It was so good to reunite with my tribe.
After, I went to Winco to buy Corona Premium in the small bottles, so they'd fit in my smaller insulated bag. Sliced up a lime to put in the beer and added my cold glass, just in case they only have plastic. No need to bring food, as Jeff and Shannon had the party catered.
And what a party! The Access Van came early, as usual, so I got there at 5:30, a full half hour before I should have. Skulked around outside until Jeff pulled into the drive and I went in with him. Greeted Shannon, then went into the garden, opened one of my Coronas, and settled down to wait for the rest of the guests.
In the meantime, the two caterers, Quentin and Whatshisname, fired up the barbecue, set up their serving tables, and laid out their luscious spread of beef ribs, macaroni and cheese, shredded pork, and homemade Cole slaw. Guests were asked to bring their own drinks and Chuck F. brought two big coolers, full of craft beers, none of which I had ever tasted. He poured me samples now and again, which included chocolate-flavored ale, which I've had before and which is vile.
Great night. I met spouses and partners I hadn't before and found that many were either musicians or performers of some kind. I especially liked Bryan, who mentioned he went to pricey Ojai Valley School, where Vivian and Violet went to summer camp a few months ago. Interestingly, his roommate was the son of the old-time T.V. star, Robert Culp ("I Spy").
I got to know better a lot of those I had performed with, and the people they brought. Aside from Ben, who was off on a trip, I think almost the whole cast, plus lighting, sound, and band members, were there. I knew Ariana and her boyfriend were off on a trip to Santa Barbara, but they came in just as we were leaving. Shannon had suggested I cancel the van to go home, which I did, and Sean and Crystal took me home.
It was so good to reunite with my tribe.
Sunday, September 01, 2019
Closing Night
Happily, I'm restored to my usual buoyancy and I credit my walking yesterday as the reason. Usually, I go to town after lunch, but this time (after a sojourn to Von's, which is on the next block), I took the bus to town, walked The Promenade, then the back-to-Main loop, then walked several blocks more before getting the bus back to the east end. I got off midway to the 99-cent store to pick up some colorless nail polish, which they didn't have. Instead of getting back on a bus home, I walked to the mall transit center, which is a good mile and a half, at least. Got the bus there and was home at 2:00. That's an hour past my usual lunchtime, but I was fine with that.
Stella called while I was eating my big salad, made marvelous with the tomatoes I had planted and nurtured lovingly--okay, I watered them, that was about it--and it was delicious.
Stella, not so much. She wanted to know if I could meet for coffee because she was in town. Since she seems to be adverse to ever making plans a day or so--or even an hour--ahead, I'm getting very tired of her. She also couldn't go to the play because she couldn't find anybody to go with last night. Of course, I had told her several times about the 5:00 shows the first two weeks, but somehow, that eluded her. Drove out for cottage cheese and a few other thing, getting home about 4:00 and prepared for the last show.
Beforehand, we had a group picture taken, with the full cast at the bar. And the close? It was great! The audience was one of the best ever and it was a packed house. Our part went well, aside from G.'s usual lackluster performance, and the finale was terrific. As we did each night, we all come out on stage to clap and sway as the bank accompanies Ashley and Chris singing "Walls." This time, there were "cannons" that shot confetti We then mingle with the audience and everybody stays to hear more songs. It's so much fun and I'll miss it.
And I'll miss the camaraderie
and the patience of Jeff and Shannon,
and the red wine always available in the women's dressing room,*
and the expertise of Jen and Alex, our stage managers,
and Lil' Gloria,
and Shelby's voice, Janelle's voice, Shannon's voice,
and even the tedium of hours of waiting before going on,
and so much more.
I've been surprised at how many audience members complimented me on my performance, as I cringed when I saw the video; I'm my own worse critic. And last night, Shannon took me aside and said she and Jeff were thrilled with finding me and want me to be with them in the future. I had told them of my own plays and skits and they want to see them.
Today, we strike the set, then have the cast party at 6:00. I made arrangements to have the Access Van take me there and take me home, as I intend to indulge.
*Since I was driving, I had only sips each night, hours before I drove home, so I don't think I violated my promise to my children not to drink and drive.
Stella called while I was eating my big salad, made marvelous with the tomatoes I had planted and nurtured lovingly--okay, I watered them, that was about it--and it was delicious.
Stella, not so much. She wanted to know if I could meet for coffee because she was in town. Since she seems to be adverse to ever making plans a day or so--or even an hour--ahead, I'm getting very tired of her. She also couldn't go to the play because she couldn't find anybody to go with last night. Of course, I had told her several times about the 5:00 shows the first two weeks, but somehow, that eluded her. Drove out for cottage cheese and a few other thing, getting home about 4:00 and prepared for the last show.
Beforehand, we had a group picture taken, with the full cast at the bar. And the close? It was great! The audience was one of the best ever and it was a packed house. Our part went well, aside from G.'s usual lackluster performance, and the finale was terrific. As we did each night, we all come out on stage to clap and sway as the bank accompanies Ashley and Chris singing "Walls." This time, there were "cannons" that shot confetti We then mingle with the audience and everybody stays to hear more songs. It's so much fun and I'll miss it.
And I'll miss the camaraderie
and the patience of Jeff and Shannon,
and the red wine always available in the women's dressing room,*
and the expertise of Jen and Alex, our stage managers,
and Lil' Gloria,
and Shelby's voice, Janelle's voice, Shannon's voice,
and even the tedium of hours of waiting before going on,
and so much more.
I've been surprised at how many audience members complimented me on my performance, as I cringed when I saw the video; I'm my own worse critic. And last night, Shannon took me aside and said she and Jeff were thrilled with finding me and want me to be with them in the future. I had told them of my own plays and skits and they want to see them.
Today, we strike the set, then have the cast party at 6:00. I made arrangements to have the Access Van take me there and take me home, as I intend to indulge.
*Since I was driving, I had only sips each night, hours before I drove home, so I don't think I violated my promise to my children not to drink and drive.
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