...and it was stressful.
I cleared out of my little room and was picked up with all my luggage by 10:00. We chatted and had a bite, then left for the airport at 11;00. Plane took off at 2:07 and , as usual, it was a horrible ordeal, b had a very nice seat mate and that help. Got to LAX at 2:40 and had to wait for the shuttle until 4:15 for the shuttle, on my feet the whole time, as there was no place to sit. What with Friday night traffic, we didn't get to the Sheraton until 7:15, where Suzanne picked me up.After unpacking a few things, I jumped in the shower, then watched a Will and Grace episode before falling into bed.
There's much more, but especially about the washer and dryer, bu damnit, I can't get the keyboard to work and it's so hard for me to use the one attached to the laptop, I'm going to stop here.
Saturday, February 29, 2020
Friday, February 28, 2020
Tortilla Flat
It was yet another terrific day. I did a load of wash (well, that wasn't the terrific part), dried and folded, then took off for my hosts' place. We chatted a bit, and after an early lunch, took off for Tortilla Flat. I really hadn't known what this is, so was only mildly interested. But what it is, is-- ARIZONA.
The real Arizona, that is, the one with soaring red rocks, majestic mountains, deep, deep canyons, and mile after mile of desert. I've always thought of deserts as being white sand stretching to the horizon, with a couple of camels here and there, but here's how Arizona desert looks:
And here's Mike at one of the viewpoints:
My phone camera doesn't really do justice to it, but I can guarantee it's breath-taking. We also went down to the man-made lake, acting silly as usual:
The one in the bottom picture and I took a good walk to the lake, then up into some of the elevation. Later, we stopped at an overview and I took this:
Too bad the light whited out the stunning background!
We stayed for several hours, visiting the gift shop and getting ice cream cones. I bought a gift for El and for myself. (WHY this damn machine isn't allowing me to align left, I have no idea, but so be it.
We stopped for made-up dinners (sushi for my hostess and me) and ate it happily back at their place. Then she and I took a walk through the compound, stopping it at several open houses to look, admire, and criticize. She walked me home and I was in for the night. I had told my landlady, Katie, I'd be gone by 10 am, as she has someone else coming in this afternoon. I'll call my hostess and she'll pick me up to go to their place before we have to leave for the airport.
What a fine, fine time I've had in Arizona!
Thursday, February 27, 2020
Japanese Friendship Garden
We had planned to leave for the Japanese Friendship Garden about noon, so I slept fairly late. I was about to prepare breakfast when I got a call asking if I'd like to go the "the costume place" and Wal-Mart first. Sure thing and I was picked up.
Many of the mobile home/RV communities in Mesa are owned by the same company. They maintain a costume shop that's really the equivalent of the large, commercial one in Oxnard, where I bought my wig. My hostess is going to be in a skit next weekend and needed to get a costume for it. Those who live or vacation in the communities here can borrow the costumes free. What a bonanza!
We then went to Wal-Mart, picked up some things for dinner, and went back. We had a pulled-together leftover lunch--one of my favorite kinds--and I chose turkey meatballs and a sweet potato, which I ate cold. We then took off for Phoenix and the Japanese Friendship Garden:
That was fun to see and I bought a Japanese fish hanging thing. We then walked over to the Irish Cultural Center, which is nearby. In the courtyard, they have the Irish Counties,with some names of those we surmised had contributed. Here's one of me at the Gaelic-scripted stone structure:
Many of the mobile home/RV communities in Mesa are owned by the same company. They maintain a costume shop that's really the equivalent of the large, commercial one in Oxnard, where I bought my wig. My hostess is going to be in a skit next weekend and needed to get a costume for it. Those who live or vacation in the communities here can borrow the costumes free. What a bonanza!
We then went to Wal-Mart, picked up some things for dinner, and went back. We had a pulled-together leftover lunch--one of my favorite kinds--and I chose turkey meatballs and a sweet potato, which I ate cold. We then took off for Phoenix and the Japanese Friendship Garden:
That was fun to see and I bought a Japanese fish hanging thing. We then walked over to the Irish Cultural Center, which is nearby. In the courtyard, they have the Irish Counties,with some names of those we surmised had contributed. Here's one of me at the Gaelic-scripted stone structure:
Back in Mesa, we had an early dinner, then my hostess and I went off the pickle ball courts at 6:00. She played, I watched, and it was fun, despite the chilly temperature. I was home a bit after 8:00 and and am now beginning my last full day in Arizona--sob!
Wednesday, February 26, 2020
They're Ba-a-c-k...Yay!
I talked to my hosts in the morning on their way back. Did a few little things around my tiny room and this and that on the laptop.
I was pleased to get a text from Suzanne, asking if I'd like her to pick me up at the Sheraton where the LAX shuttle will let me off on Friday. Boy, she must be clairvoyant; I was wondering how I could arrange for the Access Van when I had no idea when the shuttle would get there, since the 101 would be jammed on Friday evening. I accepted her kind offer and told her I'd call her when I get nearby.
Walked over to the Superstition Market for blueberries and popcorn. Stopped at a tiny, not-very-inviting thrift store near it, then back here. I thought I might go to The Grille right here in the park, but didn't want to eat there alone, so I just had popcorn and blueberries for lunch.
After that, I read the book I had borrowed from the honor library here, Victim, about some gruesome murders in Utah, tired of that and took off for Frye's. Bought two cans of Stella A. and a small bottle of Blue Moon. When I got outside, I took off my jacket (it had gotten warm, anyway) and wrapped the bottle in it; replaced that and the cans in the grocery bag (they don't charge you for them here--a miracle!), and walked the mile or so back. Darn, I then realized I had meant to get a sandwich or something for dinner, in case the others weren't back until late. However, no need: They got back a bit after 5:00, bringing made-up salads for dinner. I zoomed over to their place (about a four-minute walk), and we happily reunited.
Ate, talked, two of us went on a round-the-perimeter walk (about 1.5), after which we all watched a semi-good movie called Lilting. I was walked home about 9:00, read a bit, then slept like a log.
Today: we plan to go to the Japanese Friendship Garden in Phoenix:
I was pleased to get a text from Suzanne, asking if I'd like her to pick me up at the Sheraton where the LAX shuttle will let me off on Friday. Boy, she must be clairvoyant; I was wondering how I could arrange for the Access Van when I had no idea when the shuttle would get there, since the 101 would be jammed on Friday evening. I accepted her kind offer and told her I'd call her when I get nearby.
Walked over to the Superstition Market for blueberries and popcorn. Stopped at a tiny, not-very-inviting thrift store near it, then back here. I thought I might go to The Grille right here in the park, but didn't want to eat there alone, so I just had popcorn and blueberries for lunch.
After that, I read the book I had borrowed from the honor library here, Victim, about some gruesome murders in Utah, tired of that and took off for Frye's. Bought two cans of Stella A. and a small bottle of Blue Moon. When I got outside, I took off my jacket (it had gotten warm, anyway) and wrapped the bottle in it; replaced that and the cans in the grocery bag (they don't charge you for them here--a miracle!), and walked the mile or so back. Darn, I then realized I had meant to get a sandwich or something for dinner, in case the others weren't back until late. However, no need: They got back a bit after 5:00, bringing made-up salads for dinner. I zoomed over to their place (about a four-minute walk), and we happily reunited.
Ate, talked, two of us went on a round-the-perimeter walk (about 1.5), after which we all watched a semi-good movie called Lilting. I was walked home about 9:00, read a bit, then slept like a log.
Today: we plan to go to the Japanese Friendship Garden in Phoenix:
Tuesday, February 25, 2020
Tuesday And Happy Hour
Slept late again, to 7:30. After breakfast, I took off through the community (village? RV park? Whatever?) and got to Main Street. Walked to the Desert Thrift Store (the most high-end I've ever seen) and was sorely tempted by a lovely, kind of occasional table. I'd love it for my hallway at home and if I had known it would fit, would have bought it on the spot and asked my hosts to bring it. The problem is, I don't know if it would fit under the long pictures in the hall. Will mull it over.
Went nearby to the 99-Cent store--just like ours in Ventura--and got grapes and cottage cheese. On my way back, I ran into my "land lady," Katie, and her friend, who were coming from a hike. She expressed surprise that I had walked "all the way" to where I did, but good grief, it's no mre than two miles total. What kills me is, she's almost 79 herself and she hikes in the desert!
Had lunch, then called the Airporter Shuttle to be sure I'll get it at LAX. Darn, my plane gets in at 2:37, so I have to wait until the 4:15 shuttle, which means there will probably be big delays on the 101--that time of day on Friday. I must remember to call the Access Van on Friday to pick me up at the Sheraton about 7:00 to get home.
After lunch, I walked to the clubhouse, picked up a book at the library and read it at one of the tables by the pool. After an hour or so, the live band came on and I left. Sat on my patio and continued my book. Katie came out and I invited her to sit for a bit. She did and we had a nice talk.
I went over to T-118 for happy hour and found Gloria and Greg and hosts Carol and Dick, as well as several other couples to whom I had been introduced. It was fun and turned out to be a Mardi Gras celebration with jambalaya, shrimp, rice and beans, and lots of other sides. There was also plenty of booze, including two kinds of punch and various wines. I enjoyed talking with them-- all, by the way, pickle ball players. I left about 6:45, before dessert, and one of my hosts' friends, Pam, insisted on walking me home. She's very nice and I enjoyed talking to her.
Just got up and it's chilly. 45 degrees and looks aas if it won't get over 66, which is unusual for here. That's okay, because I'll be walking to one or both of the shopping centers.
Went nearby to the 99-Cent store--just like ours in Ventura--and got grapes and cottage cheese. On my way back, I ran into my "land lady," Katie, and her friend, who were coming from a hike. She expressed surprise that I had walked "all the way" to where I did, but good grief, it's no mre than two miles total. What kills me is, she's almost 79 herself and she hikes in the desert!
Had lunch, then called the Airporter Shuttle to be sure I'll get it at LAX. Darn, my plane gets in at 2:37, so I have to wait until the 4:15 shuttle, which means there will probably be big delays on the 101--that time of day on Friday. I must remember to call the Access Van on Friday to pick me up at the Sheraton about 7:00 to get home.
After lunch, I walked to the clubhouse, picked up a book at the library and read it at one of the tables by the pool. After an hour or so, the live band came on and I left. Sat on my patio and continued my book. Katie came out and I invited her to sit for a bit. She did and we had a nice talk.
I went over to T-118 for happy hour and found Gloria and Greg and hosts Carol and Dick, as well as several other couples to whom I had been introduced. It was fun and turned out to be a Mardi Gras celebration with jambalaya, shrimp, rice and beans, and lots of other sides. There was also plenty of booze, including two kinds of punch and various wines. I enjoyed talking with them-- all, by the way, pickle ball players. I left about 6:45, before dessert, and one of my hosts' friends, Pam, insisted on walking me home. She's very nice and I enjoyed talking to her.
Just got up and it's chilly. 45 degrees and looks aas if it won't get over 66, which is unusual for here. That's okay, because I'll be walking to one or both of the shopping centers.
Monday, February 24, 2020
Alone, Not Afraid
"I, a stranger and afraid/In a world I never made..."*
Na-ah! I may be a stranger, sort of, as my hosts had to go away for a time, but I don't feel like it and I'm not at all afraid. In fact, I find exploring around here interesting and stimulating.
I got directions to get to various places and yesterday after breakfast, I started out. Went to T Street, which led me to Main, and right across the street, was Superstition Market. Bought blueberries, then crossed again and walked to the right, thinking Wal-Mart was there.
It wasn't, so I went back the other way and got to Fry's, where I bought a Cobb salad for lunch. I was delighted to see that not only the world's BEST thrift store is across the street, but so is the 99 Cent Store. I'll be sure to go back. I was glad to get the walk in, which may have totaled two miles, possibly more, and it felt good.
On the way there, I passed T-118, where the Happy Hour will be at 5:00 today. Dick, the host, and Pat, another person I had met, were outside and we chatted for a bit.
Got a text from Suzanne to tell me the workmen were finished in my place, but hadn't yet put the washer and dryer in. Thanked her for that. Betty texted to ask where I was--(sigh). I told her yet again and texted back with a heart I drew.
After lunch, I set out for Wal-Mart. I had the directions, but somehow messed up, so had to ask several people for directions. I got there, though, and picked up a made-up sandwich and small bottle of lemonade for dinner last night and a salad for lunch today.
I sat on my patio with what was left of the (small) bottle of Chardonnay from the plane and read my book. I then took a walk to the clubhouse, just to look around. As I walked back, Ellen called and we had a good long talk, about an hour's worth, I think. I always enjoy talking to her, but was sorry to hear the Hershel, Greg's mother's pug, had to be put down.
Later, my hostess called and I told her of my adventures. I'm looking forward to hearing abut hers when they get back.
*One of my favorite poems. By A.E. Housman, it seems to illustrate the modern dilemma of having to adhere to the dictates of the powerful, political, religious, or any other kind. Housman died the year I was born. I'm going to add his poem in the comment section.
Na-ah! I may be a stranger, sort of, as my hosts had to go away for a time, but I don't feel like it and I'm not at all afraid. In fact, I find exploring around here interesting and stimulating.
I got directions to get to various places and yesterday after breakfast, I started out. Went to T Street, which led me to Main, and right across the street, was Superstition Market. Bought blueberries, then crossed again and walked to the right, thinking Wal-Mart was there.
It wasn't, so I went back the other way and got to Fry's, where I bought a Cobb salad for lunch. I was delighted to see that not only the world's BEST thrift store is across the street, but so is the 99 Cent Store. I'll be sure to go back. I was glad to get the walk in, which may have totaled two miles, possibly more, and it felt good.
On the way there, I passed T-118, where the Happy Hour will be at 5:00 today. Dick, the host, and Pat, another person I had met, were outside and we chatted for a bit.
Got a text from Suzanne to tell me the workmen were finished in my place, but hadn't yet put the washer and dryer in. Thanked her for that. Betty texted to ask where I was--(sigh). I told her yet again and texted back with a heart I drew.
After lunch, I set out for Wal-Mart. I had the directions, but somehow messed up, so had to ask several people for directions. I got there, though, and picked up a made-up sandwich and small bottle of lemonade for dinner last night and a salad for lunch today.
I sat on my patio with what was left of the (small) bottle of Chardonnay from the plane and read my book. I then took a walk to the clubhouse, just to look around. As I walked back, Ellen called and we had a good long talk, about an hour's worth, I think. I always enjoy talking to her, but was sorry to hear the Hershel, Greg's mother's pug, had to be put down.
Later, my hostess called and I told her of my adventures. I'm looking forward to hearing abut hers when they get back.
*One of my favorite poems. By A.E. Housman, it seems to illustrate the modern dilemma of having to adhere to the dictates of the powerful, political, religious, or any other kind. Housman died the year I was born. I'm going to add his poem in the comment section.
Sunday, February 23, 2020
Irish Cultural Center
Good grief, it rained yesterday!
We braved it, though: I was picked up and we went to the market, then took off for Phoenix and the Irish Cultural Center. We got there about 10, I guess, and were treated to a kind of historic tour of some Irish history, with an replicated Irish cottage and so on. Oddly, our tour guide was Welsh and she didn't seem as up on Ireland as her own homeland. Here's the place:
The more interesting part was the stop at the Irish Library--finally and at long last, there was some information about my favorite, William Butler Yeats. He's considered one of the best poets in the universe, but here, seemed to get a rather indifferent nod with his picture over a fire place. In the minor part they gave to the revolution, there's a picture of Maud Gonne, but not a word about their relationship. Here's Yeats:
We braved it, though: I was picked up and we went to the market, then took off for Phoenix and the Irish Cultural Center. We got there about 10, I guess, and were treated to a kind of historic tour of some Irish history, with an replicated Irish cottage and so on. Oddly, our tour guide was Welsh and she didn't seem as up on Ireland as her own homeland. Here's the place:
The more interesting part was the stop at the Irish Library--finally and at long last, there was some information about my favorite, William Butler Yeats. He's considered one of the best poets in the universe, but here, seemed to get a rather indifferent nod with his picture over a fire place. In the minor part they gave to the revolution, there's a picture of Maud Gonne, but not a word about their relationship. Here's Yeats:
It was raining pretty good when we got out about 1:00, so we just ran next door to a small restaurant. Had lunch there, then drove back to Mesa and I was shown "the best thrift store in town." (No siree, I saw that one--the Desert Thrift--the other day.) We then hit a very large mall, so we could get at least a mile or so. We separated (she walks faster than I do) and met after going around a time or two. The rain cleared as we headed to Wal-Mart for coffee and toothpaste.
Dinner was yummy salmon and veggies, then I took a shower at their place. We watched the first of a British series called Manhunt, which stars Martin Clunes. My hosts raves over the show Doc Martin, in which he also stars and I was impressed with him, too. Hope to see Doc Martin before long. Said goodbye about 6:30 to the hosting duo, who will be back on Tuesday, after a necessary trip to their home state.
I found Manhunt on Youtube and watched more of it, so now I'm hooked. There is a television in the room, but I turned it on only once and got bored, so will stick with the laptop.
Saturday, February 22, 2020
Tonto State Park
A fine day.
I used the washer and dryer secreted in the closet in this tiny house (actually, tiny room and bath) and got all my clothes washed. It was very convenient and I'm anticipating when I get home having the same things in my apartment.
Folded and put away and then took off with my hostess for a walk around the perimeter, about 1.5 miles, I was told. We went to a supermarket, then to her place for lunch. After, the three of us took off for Tonto State Park, about a half-hour drive away.
We first took a fifteen-minute walk, then got in line to board the boat. It was a terrific, ninety-minute ride with a "captain" and tour guide from Chicago. I love going on boats, as long as they don't go out to sea, and this is a huge lake, one of the largest in Arizona, yet man-made. It was a thrill to see a bald eagle flying and, more interesting to me, there were longhorn sheep on the sides of a cliff. (see pic on left). Well, they probably can't be seen, but I swear they're there. Here's also a pic from the boat, my hostess in red in the middle background.
I used the washer and dryer secreted in the closet in this tiny house (actually, tiny room and bath) and got all my clothes washed. It was very convenient and I'm anticipating when I get home having the same things in my apartment.
Folded and put away and then took off with my hostess for a walk around the perimeter, about 1.5 miles, I was told. We went to a supermarket, then to her place for lunch. After, the three of us took off for Tonto State Park, about a half-hour drive away.We first took a fifteen-minute walk, then got in line to board the boat. It was a terrific, ninety-minute ride with a "captain" and tour guide from Chicago. I love going on boats, as long as they don't go out to sea, and this is a huge lake, one of the largest in Arizona, yet man-made. It was a thrill to see a bald eagle flying and, more interesting to me, there were longhorn sheep on the sides of a cliff. (see pic on left). Well, they probably can't be seen, but I swear they're there. Here's also a pic from the boat, my hostess in red in the middle background.
We got back about 5:30 and had a good dinner of salmon and veggies. After, the two of us walked about a mile around the community. We had discussed watching a movie at their place, but I begged off. I wanted to relax during an early night. Went to my temporary home and watched some stuff on Youtube.
Not sure what we'll be today, as it's supposed to rain, with lightning. I hope it doesn't--the wheather's been great, so far, but if it does, we'll adapt.
Friday, February 21, 2020
Fountain Hills
We took off for Fountain Hills after breakfast, enjoying the wonderful western scenery along the way. It took only about a half-hour and this is an interesting place. It was incorporated just recently as cities go, in 1989 and is named for the 530-foot fountain that "erupts" every hour for fifteen minutes. Everything there--homes, stores, municipal building, landscaping, and all else is new, new, new. Actually, it's very attractive, but somehow seems sterile and bland. Maybe a community needs to have some less-than-perfect areas, a rickety bridge here, a neglected house there, to seem engaging. Certainly, the lack of diversity--where are all the African Americans?--was striking.
At the same time, we greatly enjoyed several long walks--around the perfectly laid out and pristine lake and other areas--and the warm, sunny day. As for the fountain, which is touted as "world famous" (yeah? I had never heard of it), it wasn't that impressive. We had brought lunch and ate it at a picnic table in the fountain park. We then walked the area, noting the abundant statuary, including those of several presidents and a giant turtle:
When we got back, I was dropped off at my place, packed up some clean clothes, and went over to my host/hostess place to take a shower. (The tiny room I have has a private room with toilet and sink, but no shower.) Boy, did that feel good. I dressed, the lord and lady of the RV came home and we chatted outside with several neighbors before taking off for the German restaurant.
Here, we met friends of the aforementioned. Gloria and Greg also have a home in New Mexico and that's what lead to the three-month sojourn here. I ordered some kind of sausage meatloaf with grilled onions, red cabbage, and a potato dumpling, along with an excellent Pilsner beer.. Oh, yum, it was so good--how I wish we had an authentic German restaurant in Ventura.
When we got back, we talked about plans for today and decided on a boat ride around some lake somewhere (I don't care where it is, I'll go anywhere with this couple). That won't be until 2:45 today, so I have time for something else earlier.
Before I went in for the night, the two of us walked the whole perimeter of the community, about a mile and a half. One thing's for sure: I get more walking in when I'm with this gal than I ever do at home.
Thursday, February 20, 2020
The Pool And Pickle Ball
Yesterday was even more enjoyable than Tuesday. We walked roughly a mile and a half to one group of stores, picked up a few items, then another two, maybe, to Superstition Market. This is a wonderful, very large, fresh produce place, where we bought blueberries, tomatoes, grapes, squash, and other items. I'm so pleased that in the days when the others have to travel, I'll be able to get to shops and other places on my own.
Speaking of which: After lunch, we went back to our respective dwellings, changed into bathing suits, and went to the pool. I know a lot of people--in fact, most people, I think--who would protest that it was much too warm, felt like bath water, wasn't refreshing, and so on.
HA! I've been looking for a pool like this all my life. We just sort of hovered in the water and talked and talked. It was marvelous not to cringe as you inched your way in and scream when you got your shoulders wet. Loved it.
This was Canada day and there were lots and lots of Canadians there. I was told that about half the (temporary) residents there are from Canada. Considering the frozen north and the sublime weather here in the winter, no wonder. As we walked, I noted, too, the enormous variety of license plate from the U.S. Almost all were from the middle west: Idaho, Missouri, Iowa, Minnesota, Nebraska, and many more. Cold fleers, and who can blame them?
While we were at the pool area, my brother, Jim, called. He was confused about which of our relatives named Tom (B----) had died. It was, of course, his and my first cousin. Tom was just a few months older than Jim, who told me that it was his birthday yesterday--he was 94. It was good to talk to him, but sad, too; he seems to be failing.
After the pool, we went to the ceramic place and my hostess completed work on her bowl. Now it just has to dry, then she'll paint it. I met the friends of hers, Gloria and Greg, with whom we're having dinner at a German restaurant tonight.
I got changed, and I went to their place for an early dinner. It was "round robin" pickle ball after that, at 6:00, and I was happy to go to cheer them on. It's such a fast, exciting game, I almost wish I knew how to play. Having never been the slightest bit athletic and since I'm about as coordinated as Ish Kabibble, I'm not serious, but it's fun to watch.
Today: Fountain Hills
Speaking of which: After lunch, we went back to our respective dwellings, changed into bathing suits, and went to the pool. I know a lot of people--in fact, most people, I think--who would protest that it was much too warm, felt like bath water, wasn't refreshing, and so on.
HA! I've been looking for a pool like this all my life. We just sort of hovered in the water and talked and talked. It was marvelous not to cringe as you inched your way in and scream when you got your shoulders wet. Loved it.
This was Canada day and there were lots and lots of Canadians there. I was told that about half the (temporary) residents there are from Canada. Considering the frozen north and the sublime weather here in the winter, no wonder. As we walked, I noted, too, the enormous variety of license plate from the U.S. Almost all were from the middle west: Idaho, Missouri, Iowa, Minnesota, Nebraska, and many more. Cold fleers, and who can blame them?
While we were at the pool area, my brother, Jim, called. He was confused about which of our relatives named Tom (B----) had died. It was, of course, his and my first cousin. Tom was just a few months older than Jim, who told me that it was his birthday yesterday--he was 94. It was good to talk to him, but sad, too; he seems to be failing.
After the pool, we went to the ceramic place and my hostess completed work on her bowl. Now it just has to dry, then she'll paint it. I met the friends of hers, Gloria and Greg, with whom we're having dinner at a German restaurant tonight.
I got changed, and I went to their place for an early dinner. It was "round robin" pickle ball after that, at 6:00, and I was happy to go to cheer them on. It's such a fast, exciting game, I almost wish I knew how to play. Having never been the slightest bit athletic and since I'm about as coordinated as Ish Kabibble, I'm not serious, but it's fun to watch.
Today: Fountain Hills
Wednesday, February 19, 2020
Sedona
Did I write "Sardona" or something before? Yes, I did, but of course, it's Sedona. And one might wonder where that name originated. It's Spanish, of course.
No, it isn't. In fact, it had never been a word until the founder of the city asked his mother to come up with a name. She suggested Sedona, simply because it sounded pretty.
Sedona bills itself as "the most beautiful place in the country. No, I don't agree when it comes to the man-made part--it's attractive, but I like Santa Fe better. However, the natural beauty that surrounds is damn near the most beautiful I've ever seen, especially the red rocks and soaring natural structures. My chintzy Cricket phone/camera doesn't do it justice, but just one is below. (As usual, I can't get the pictures to stay where I want them, so they'll just have to be somewhere on the page.)
The real treat came outside the city limits of Sedona when we saw the Montezuma Castle. Now, this isn't a real castle and why it was called "Montezuma" is anybody's guess, but it's a dwelling carved out of the rock and very high up. I was fascinated by the fact it was constructed, and lived in, by people almost a thousand years ago. .
No, it isn't. In fact, it had never been a word until the founder of the city asked his mother to come up with a name. She suggested Sedona, simply because it sounded pretty.
Sedona bills itself as "the most beautiful place in the country. No, I don't agree when it comes to the man-made part--it's attractive, but I like Santa Fe better. However, the natural beauty that surrounds is damn near the most beautiful I've ever seen, especially the red rocks and soaring natural structures. My chintzy Cricket phone/camera doesn't do it justice, but just one is below. (As usual, I can't get the pictures to stay where I want them, so they'll just have to be somewhere on the page.)
The real treat came outside the city limits of Sedona when we saw the Montezuma Castle. Now, this isn't a real castle and why it was called "Montezuma" is anybody's guess, but it's a dwelling carved out of the rock and very high up. I was fascinated by the fact it was constructed, and lived in, by people almost a thousand years ago. .
It''a a shame not to go into more detail after such a full and wonderfully interesting day, but I just don't have time to do that. After a day of sight-seeing and a bit of touristy buying, we went to Cafe Jose for dinner, then home to Mesa. Didn't get there until 7:30 and we were all pretty much ready to relax. I was taken back to my little place and to bed about 10. Today should be a fun day, too, of course. Yesterday, we walked several miles, which I was glad to do. Today, we're going to walk to the town and so on. I'm glad I'm able to get my usual quota of exercise in while I'm here, if not more.
Tuesday, February 18, 2020
Arizona
Arizona, here I am! Right here where I've never been!
Or whatever.
Van got me to the Sheraton early, shuttle got me to LAX early, and the plane was actually a little early, too, but I was met as I descended the escalator. We got my luggage, then drove the twenty minutes or so to Mesa.
We went to see my place first and to meet Katie, my hostess. The digs are small, but adequate, and the bed is very comfortable. The bathroom--well, it's a toilet and sink--are fine, but as I had known to become with, I'll have to shower elsewhere.
The community itself is a great place, very large, and with lots and lots of activities--including, of course, pickle ball--and after dinner, I was shown around. They have a library (honor system), two pools, lots of meeting rooms and gathering places, plus other rooms dedicated to making ceramics, stained glass, and other handicrafts. There are two hot tubs, an outdoor dance floor, and a ballroom. Lots of people were having fun with these things.
We went to the library and both picked out a few books (I can't sleep without reading first), then I borrowed a keyboard and mouse and was set up in my little place. Slept pretty well, but I should have kept the little heater on, as I woke up chilly now and then. Got up at 6:30, brewed my coffee, and am thrilled to be here in Mesa.
Today: Sardona, which has been called the most beautiful city in the country.
Or whatever.
Van got me to the Sheraton early, shuttle got me to LAX early, and the plane was actually a little early, too, but I was met as I descended the escalator. We got my luggage, then drove the twenty minutes or so to Mesa.
We went to see my place first and to meet Katie, my hostess. The digs are small, but adequate, and the bed is very comfortable. The bathroom--well, it's a toilet and sink--are fine, but as I had known to become with, I'll have to shower elsewhere.
The community itself is a great place, very large, and with lots and lots of activities--including, of course, pickle ball--and after dinner, I was shown around. They have a library (honor system), two pools, lots of meeting rooms and gathering places, plus other rooms dedicated to making ceramics, stained glass, and other handicrafts. There are two hot tubs, an outdoor dance floor, and a ballroom. Lots of people were having fun with these things.
We went to the library and both picked out a few books (I can't sleep without reading first), then I borrowed a keyboard and mouse and was set up in my little place. Slept pretty well, but I should have kept the little heater on, as I woke up chilly now and then. Got up at 6:30, brewed my coffee, and am thrilled to be here in Mesa.
Today: Sardona, which has been called the most beautiful city in the country.
Sunday, February 16, 2020
"Art Comes Alive"
Busy, but enjoyable day.
The Access Van picked me up a bit early than scheduled and I got to the museum 45 minutes ahead of the stated 11:30 time, but no prob. There were other people in already and I was able to get to my post, open the packet left on my chair, and settle in.
Connie is just remarkable when it comes to organization. She had left me a note that her three fish were up in the changing room, along with other notes and admonitions; a name pin (Anje DeJong--that's me); and a bottle of water. I said hello to some of my fellow impersonators--many I remembered from last year--and took up my basket.
Last year, there were about seven in the room I'm in, but yesterday, there were only three. Besides me, there was the Duchess of Tuscany (Candy Harder) and the King of Sweden (can't remember his name). He was an absolute poster boy for the Middle-Aged Man Who Can't Get Enough Of Himself And Never Shuts Up. Connie had admonished us, orally and in writing, that our talk was to be 90 seconds long ideally and never last more than three minutes. This guy kept rattling on for a good ten minutes, if not longer, and what a bore. The docent and I both mentioned it to Connie and I hope she's able to get him to put the lid on it.
The patrons came in, slowly at first, then more, and it was great fun to be Anke DeJong again. About the middle of the day, a couple came in, I gave them my spiel, and the female part complimented me on my delivery and asked if I had done any acting. Why, yes indeed, and it turned out she has, too--we've both been in Arsenic And Old Lace- -and we had a great time talking. I gave her my card and asked her to get in touch. I thought she was maybe 60, but it turns out she just celebrated her seventy-fifth. Good grief, I didn't look that good when I was fifty! Anyway,her name is Marilyn and I hope to hear from her before long.
I was pleased to see my friend, Gail, come in and I stepped out of character long enough to hug her hello. Ellen came about 3:30, as promised, and after we greeted each other, she enjoyed going to the other stations and hearing the info. We left a bit after closing at 4:00, she took me home to change, and then, happy day, went to Two Trees for dinner.
Had a leisurely one, then stopped at the Dollar Tree for toy treats for her third-graders and the supermarket for cottage cheese for me. She dropped me off about 6:30 and I settled in. It was a long day, but an enjoyable one, and I'll duplicate it today.
The Access Van picked me up a bit early than scheduled and I got to the museum 45 minutes ahead of the stated 11:30 time, but no prob. There were other people in already and I was able to get to my post, open the packet left on my chair, and settle in.
Connie is just remarkable when it comes to organization. She had left me a note that her three fish were up in the changing room, along with other notes and admonitions; a name pin (Anje DeJong--that's me); and a bottle of water. I said hello to some of my fellow impersonators--many I remembered from last year--and took up my basket.
Last year, there were about seven in the room I'm in, but yesterday, there were only three. Besides me, there was the Duchess of Tuscany (Candy Harder) and the King of Sweden (can't remember his name). He was an absolute poster boy for the Middle-Aged Man Who Can't Get Enough Of Himself And Never Shuts Up. Connie had admonished us, orally and in writing, that our talk was to be 90 seconds long ideally and never last more than three minutes. This guy kept rattling on for a good ten minutes, if not longer, and what a bore. The docent and I both mentioned it to Connie and I hope she's able to get him to put the lid on it.
The patrons came in, slowly at first, then more, and it was great fun to be Anke DeJong again. About the middle of the day, a couple came in, I gave them my spiel, and the female part complimented me on my delivery and asked if I had done any acting. Why, yes indeed, and it turned out she has, too--we've both been in Arsenic And Old Lace- -and we had a great time talking. I gave her my card and asked her to get in touch. I thought she was maybe 60, but it turns out she just celebrated her seventy-fifth. Good grief, I didn't look that good when I was fifty! Anyway,her name is Marilyn and I hope to hear from her before long.
I was pleased to see my friend, Gail, come in and I stepped out of character long enough to hug her hello. Ellen came about 3:30, as promised, and after we greeted each other, she enjoyed going to the other stations and hearing the info. We left a bit after closing at 4:00, she took me home to change, and then, happy day, went to Two Trees for dinner.
Had a leisurely one, then stopped at the Dollar Tree for toy treats for her third-graders and the supermarket for cottage cheese for me. She dropped me off about 6:30 and I settled in. It was a long day, but an enjoyable one, and I'll duplicate it today.
Saturday, February 15, 2020
Preparing For Performance
Cheryl picked me up for T.O.P.S. and I found I had lost a bit. I'm at 129.8; two weeks ago, I was 130.1. That's a whopping three ounces or something, but I'm okay with it. For a change, it was a pretty good meeting. Lora made it a Valentine theme and it was hokey, but better than the usual ho-hum. Lolly, our fill-in leader (Lennie is off in the wilds of Nebraska again), brought everyone a red rose--so sweet. Here they are, Lora on the left:
Walked to Wal-Mart for a few things and took the bus back. Dropped my bag off at home, then walked over to Von's for lettuce. Had lunch, then spent most of the rest of the day packing and preparing for Art Comes Alive today and tomorrow. Here I am in the costume Robyn made me--as in the 1622 painting I "stepped out of" to give my talk.
The head dress is simply a mob cape; Robyn took my picture in front of the wreath on my bedroom door. Good thing I don't have to spend the day with that on my head!
On my previous entry, I wrote that my granddaughter, Vivian, 15, was going to video-call me with questions for a school project. Actually, it was Violet, who's 11. I had a fine time talking to her and to Mike. He and I discussed me going next year to Singapore, then all of us to Bangkok to see my brother, Jim.
I stopped in at Suzanne's to chat, then had dinner, showered, and prepared for the show. The van will pick me up at 10:26 and I should be at the Maritime Museum by call time of 11:30.
The head dress is simply a mob cape; Robyn took my picture in front of the wreath on my bedroom door. Good thing I don't have to spend the day with that on my head!
On my previous entry, I wrote that my granddaughter, Vivian, 15, was going to video-call me with questions for a school project. Actually, it was Violet, who's 11. I had a fine time talking to her and to Mike. He and I discussed me going next year to Singapore, then all of us to Bangkok to see my brother, Jim.
I stopped in at Suzanne's to chat, then had dinner, showered, and prepared for the show. The van will pick me up at 10:26 and I should be at the Maritime Museum by call time of 11:30.
Friday, February 14, 2020
And The Beat Goes On...
I got up an hour earlier than my usual 6:30, for some reason. After Internet stuff, I even had breakfast a half hour early, at 7:30. I had planned on spending the whole day clearing the two closets, and doing two big wash loads on Friday, plus T.O.P.S., plus meeting Nancy for lunch--thinking of all this, I started to feel frazzled.
Idiot me. I took the sheets off the bed and did them and my whites yesterday, instead. Also cleared the closets, which took about an hour, if that. Yes, I had to stow things here and there in the bedroom and living room, but so what?
Opened the mail to find a beautiful Valentine Day card from Ellen. Called her to say thanks. Here are her and little Koushin's cards:
DAMN! I can't get them to line up right, but I'm going to let it go.
I had plenty of time after lunch to hop a bus to the transit center. I wanted to get at least a short walk in, so went to the 99-Cent store, about a mile and half way, for a few items. While there, it occurred to me there was no reason I couldn't do the color wash now, too. Home, I gathered them up and put them in. (Presumably, this will be the last time I use the communal washer and dryer.)
AND--good news! I stopped at the office to apologize to Bianca for my bitchy reaction Wednesday to the washer/dryer news. She was very gracious and also told me that one of the two closets will be empty after the installation; the work guys just have to cut a hole in the ceiling of it or something, so yay! True, my filing cabinet will still have to go somewhere, but I guess I can live with it in the bedroom. However, I met another tenant, Diedre(?), who lives in building 3, and she told me they have to tear up the hall floor--good grief! Good thing I won't be around.
More good news: I remembered that I had a credit from the Airporter Shuttle--called them, I did, and made my reservation for both going and coming back. Today, I must call the Access Van to take me to the Maritime Museum tomorrow.
Not-so-good-news, but okay: Nance called late yesterday and said her son, Richard (she lives in a private suite on his and his wife, Erin's, property) said he wanted to take her to lunch for Valentine's Day, so she had to skip our lunch.
But delightful news, too: son Mike messaged me to ask if I was available for granddaughter Vivian, 14, to Skype or Facetime me at 4:00 pm today. For a school project, she wants to asks me questions. Yes, indeed, I'm looking forward to it.
Idiot me. I took the sheets off the bed and did them and my whites yesterday, instead. Also cleared the closets, which took about an hour, if that. Yes, I had to stow things here and there in the bedroom and living room, but so what?
Opened the mail to find a beautiful Valentine Day card from Ellen. Called her to say thanks. Here are her and little Koushin's cards:
DAMN! I can't get them to line up right, but I'm going to let it go.
I had plenty of time after lunch to hop a bus to the transit center. I wanted to get at least a short walk in, so went to the 99-Cent store, about a mile and half way, for a few items. While there, it occurred to me there was no reason I couldn't do the color wash now, too. Home, I gathered them up and put them in. (Presumably, this will be the last time I use the communal washer and dryer.)
AND--good news! I stopped at the office to apologize to Bianca for my bitchy reaction Wednesday to the washer/dryer news. She was very gracious and also told me that one of the two closets will be empty after the installation; the work guys just have to cut a hole in the ceiling of it or something, so yay! True, my filing cabinet will still have to go somewhere, but I guess I can live with it in the bedroom. However, I met another tenant, Diedre(?), who lives in building 3, and she told me they have to tear up the hall floor--good grief! Good thing I won't be around.
More good news: I remembered that I had a credit from the Airporter Shuttle--called them, I did, and made my reservation for both going and coming back. Today, I must call the Access Van to take me to the Maritime Museum tomorrow.
Not-so-good-news, but okay: Nance called late yesterday and said her son, Richard (she lives in a private suite on his and his wife, Erin's, property) said he wanted to take her to lunch for Valentine's Day, so she had to skip our lunch.
But delightful news, too: son Mike messaged me to ask if I was available for granddaughter Vivian, 14, to Skype or Facetime me at 4:00 pm today. For a school project, she wants to asks me questions. Yes, indeed, I'm looking forward to it.
Thursday, February 13, 2020
Hectic
Whew, things are getting hectic.
I left at 9:00 for my 11:00 mamo appointment. Walked down Victoria to Telephone and got the bus from there. Of course, I was very early, but I didn't mind. The procedure itself took only a short time.
The D.M.V. is pretty nearby, so I walked there to see if I could get my Real ID corrected, the first two of the street numbers reversed. I could and I did, but I had to go through the whole process again. I was horrified that I had to have my picture taken again, because my hair was a mess, but I was also able to correct the weight. They had me down as 180 and I now hover around 129 to 131, so naturally, I put 129 down.
While I was waiting for the bus, Bianca, the manager--oh, wait, I forgot, she's now "Community Director"--called to tell me my washer and dryer were going to be put in on Monday. WHAT?! I had a fit, telling her I'd be away and I didn't want it done when I was gone, and so on and on. That was to no avail and actually, when I simmered down, I realized it's probably better this way. The down side is I have to clear out two of the three narrow closets and that's just one more thing to do before I go.
Took the bus from the D.M.V. to the market on Victoria, where I got a card for Suzanne--it was her birthday--and a little bamboo plant. I left them at her door.
Nancy called to say goodbye and then we decided we needed to get together for lunch before I go. We'll meet at Yolanda's on Friday and I'll just have to get two loads of wash done before that.
Had lunch, then took off for town. I found some floral stuff at Goodwill I think I want to put in my fish basket--maybe yes, maybe no. I also happened upon some round white plastic containers, something to use as waste baskets, I think, but I'll use them when I clear out the closets. (Some of what's in there is Christmas stuff.)
The high point of the day was that Ellen called as I was getting on the bus. She said she'd come to Art Comes Alive on Saturday, so she can take me home. What a sweetie. Of course, I suggested we have dinner after, too.
When I got home, I ran into my young neighbor, Lauren, and her little Brindly (Brindley?) and we chatted for a bit. Suzanne stopped to thank me for the gift; I'll ask her to get my mail while I'm away.
How I wish I had told Connie I'd do the fishwife thing only on Saturday, which I had originally planned. At this point, thought, the program has been done and it's just too late. I'm afraid I'll have to tell Nancy I can't meet her tomorrow--just too much to do, plus T.O.P.S., which I don't want to miss a second week.
I left at 9:00 for my 11:00 mamo appointment. Walked down Victoria to Telephone and got the bus from there. Of course, I was very early, but I didn't mind. The procedure itself took only a short time.
The D.M.V. is pretty nearby, so I walked there to see if I could get my Real ID corrected, the first two of the street numbers reversed. I could and I did, but I had to go through the whole process again. I was horrified that I had to have my picture taken again, because my hair was a mess, but I was also able to correct the weight. They had me down as 180 and I now hover around 129 to 131, so naturally, I put 129 down.
While I was waiting for the bus, Bianca, the manager--oh, wait, I forgot, she's now "Community Director"--called to tell me my washer and dryer were going to be put in on Monday. WHAT?! I had a fit, telling her I'd be away and I didn't want it done when I was gone, and so on and on. That was to no avail and actually, when I simmered down, I realized it's probably better this way. The down side is I have to clear out two of the three narrow closets and that's just one more thing to do before I go.
Took the bus from the D.M.V. to the market on Victoria, where I got a card for Suzanne--it was her birthday--and a little bamboo plant. I left them at her door.
Nancy called to say goodbye and then we decided we needed to get together for lunch before I go. We'll meet at Yolanda's on Friday and I'll just have to get two loads of wash done before that.
Had lunch, then took off for town. I found some floral stuff at Goodwill I think I want to put in my fish basket--maybe yes, maybe no. I also happened upon some round white plastic containers, something to use as waste baskets, I think, but I'll use them when I clear out the closets. (Some of what's in there is Christmas stuff.)
The high point of the day was that Ellen called as I was getting on the bus. She said she'd come to Art Comes Alive on Saturday, so she can take me home. What a sweetie. Of course, I suggested we have dinner after, too.
When I got home, I ran into my young neighbor, Lauren, and her little Brindly (Brindley?) and we chatted for a bit. Suzanne stopped to thank me for the gift; I'll ask her to get my mail while I'm away.
How I wish I had told Connie I'd do the fishwife thing only on Saturday, which I had originally planned. At this point, thought, the program has been done and it's just too late. I'm afraid I'll have to tell Nancy I can't meet her tomorrow--just too much to do, plus T.O.P.S., which I don't want to miss a second week.
Wednesday, February 12, 2020
Tuesday
In the morning, I called Bill and asked him to get the serial number on the dishwasher. He did, texted it to me, and I'll call Anchor Appliance today.
Darn, I looked at my calendar and saw I had forgotten I had a mammogram appointment today at 11:00. I also saw that it's Suzanne's birthday. I want to pick her up a little something and will after the Rolling Oaks Radiology.
I walked the mile and a bit to the bank to deposit the check for $29.00 Blue (Shield) of California sent me. I had been puzzled as to why; called, and was told the premium (which I had had come out of my bank account automatically) was now zero per month. The guy said I had been sent a notice about this in December, but I must have overlooked it. Okay, I wasn't going to argue. Walked farther to the market to get lettuce and rice cakes and took a bus back.
After lunch and a few chores, I walked to the P.O. to send Mike his homeowner's policy, which had come in the mail. Went from there to the thrift store on Ventura Avenue in town. I don't usually go to this area, but when Betty and I went last week, I noticed that had a whole section of nice baskets and that's what I was after. Found one--not quite as rustic as I wanted, but I'll wrap my fish in cloth and otherwise rustic it up.
Bused from there to Target at the mall for blueberries, then home.
Darn, I looked at my calendar and saw I had forgotten I had a mammogram appointment today at 11:00. I also saw that it's Suzanne's birthday. I want to pick her up a little something and will after the Rolling Oaks Radiology.
I walked the mile and a bit to the bank to deposit the check for $29.00 Blue (Shield) of California sent me. I had been puzzled as to why; called, and was told the premium (which I had had come out of my bank account automatically) was now zero per month. The guy said I had been sent a notice about this in December, but I must have overlooked it. Okay, I wasn't going to argue. Walked farther to the market to get lettuce and rice cakes and took a bus back.
After lunch and a few chores, I walked to the P.O. to send Mike his homeowner's policy, which had come in the mail. Went from there to the thrift store on Ventura Avenue in town. I don't usually go to this area, but when Betty and I went last week, I noticed that had a whole section of nice baskets and that's what I was after. Found one--not quite as rustic as I wanted, but I'll wrap my fish in cloth and otherwise rustic it up.
Bused from there to Target at the mall for blueberries, then home.
Tuesday, February 11, 2020
Ojai With Ellen
Spent most of the day with my girl, which is always a treat. I got to her place in Ojai a bit after 12:00 and we had hardly started chatting when Bill G. called me from Jersey about the dishwasher. I then called my tenant, Eileen, and there seems to be some confusion about whether or not Bill was able to find the source of the leak. I also called Anchor Appliances and after this, that, and the other, I'm going to have to clarify what's what. I'm pretty sure I'm going to have to get a new one, with the attendant cost (astronomical), but damn, I just want to get it over with, since I have so much coming up shortly.
Speaking--or writing--of which, I asked El if we could got to some thrift stores so I could look for a basket for my fishwife stint on the weekend. We went to two, but found nothing appropriate, so I'll look again in Venura.
We went to the Deer Lodge for lunch and had marvelous braised Brussels sprouts. done with truffle oil, plus mac and cheese, plus a good beer called "Moon Buggy." Sat outside, which I always like. It had been much cooler in Ventura, but well into the seventies in Ojai. We went back to El's and talked while she switched items from her (ratty, over-stuffed) old wallet and the new one she just bought. Before we left, I took pictures of some of El's backyard (to this Jersey girl, it's thrilling to think the flowers bloom in February) and the lemons she gave me from her very own tree. They're huge Meyer lemons and I know, since I've had some before, they're wonderfully juicy and--well, lemony.
El then took me to the bus stop and I got the 16 to the transit center and the 10 home. Got in just at 7:00 and found at my door the DVD of Chinatown, about my favorite movie in the universe, at my door.
Good day and now I have to concentrate on the dishwasher in Jersey, Art Comes Aline in Oxnard, and the trip to Arizona.
Speaking--or writing--of which, I asked El if we could got to some thrift stores so I could look for a basket for my fishwife stint on the weekend. We went to two, but found nothing appropriate, so I'll look again in Venura.
We went to the Deer Lodge for lunch and had marvelous braised Brussels sprouts. done with truffle oil, plus mac and cheese, plus a good beer called "Moon Buggy." Sat outside, which I always like. It had been much cooler in Ventura, but well into the seventies in Ojai. We went back to El's and talked while she switched items from her (ratty, over-stuffed) old wallet and the new one she just bought. Before we left, I took pictures of some of El's backyard (to this Jersey girl, it's thrilling to think the flowers bloom in February) and the lemons she gave me from her very own tree. They're huge Meyer lemons and I know, since I've had some before, they're wonderfully juicy and--well, lemony.
El then took me to the bus stop and I got the 16 to the transit center and the 10 home. Got in just at 7:00 and found at my door the DVD of Chinatown, about my favorite movie in the universe, at my door.
Good day and now I have to concentrate on the dishwasher in Jersey, Art Comes Aline in Oxnard, and the trip to Arizona.
Monday, February 10, 2020
Steve Y. And Veggies
After breakfast, I took my little cart and walked the back way, over the bridge to the Hill Street Library. Ran into Steve Yue there and we talked for a half hour or so. Steve suggested that he, I, and a mutual friend, Marie M., go to L.A. and he would take us to see the sights. He was born and brought up there and knows all the places. I definitely want to, but have to fit it in after Arizona and before the Tokyo Trio get here in March. Took out a bio of Carrie Fisher and another book (called The Library Book) by Susan Olean, whom Steve knows. He had a picture of her and himself on his phone. Steve designs web sites and I asked him to send me his, which he did. He also sent me a YouTube video of his L.A. "tour."
Walked from there to the store near Wal-Mart where I replenished my supply of fresh veggies. Bought a butternut squash, a bunch of broccoli, a small head of cauliflower, two packages of mushrooms, and a pound or so of grapes. If I hadn't had the cart, I could never had gotten them home, along with two books. It was a breeze, though, and I walked back via Victoria. I was pleased to have gotten that much walking in--about three miles, I think, maybe a bit more.
My brother, Larry, from Florida called after lunch to tell me that brother, Jim's, daughter, Chrissy, and husband, are in Florida, and were coming over for dinner. We discussed their upcoming four years in Bangkok and Larry and some of his enormous family want to go, too, as I do. We'll see when we can work it out.
Betty called and so did Ellen. I told her I'd take the bus to Ojai, walk to her place, and be there about noon. Cut up the cauliflower and put it in the slow cooker with Caesar salad dressing, then left about 3:30 and bused to town. I went to several thrift stores to see if I could find a basket for the "Art Comes Alive" thing. I found two that could be fairly okay, but I hope to get something more rustic, so will look further.
Home, and I finally had a good, substantial dinner: frozen raw shrimp (well, I cooked it, of course), the mushrooms, and the whole head of cauliflower (it was a small one).
Walked from there to the store near Wal-Mart where I replenished my supply of fresh veggies. Bought a butternut squash, a bunch of broccoli, a small head of cauliflower, two packages of mushrooms, and a pound or so of grapes. If I hadn't had the cart, I could never had gotten them home, along with two books. It was a breeze, though, and I walked back via Victoria. I was pleased to have gotten that much walking in--about three miles, I think, maybe a bit more.
My brother, Larry, from Florida called after lunch to tell me that brother, Jim's, daughter, Chrissy, and husband, are in Florida, and were coming over for dinner. We discussed their upcoming four years in Bangkok and Larry and some of his enormous family want to go, too, as I do. We'll see when we can work it out.
Betty called and so did Ellen. I told her I'd take the bus to Ojai, walk to her place, and be there about noon. Cut up the cauliflower and put it in the slow cooker with Caesar salad dressing, then left about 3:30 and bused to town. I went to several thrift stores to see if I could find a basket for the "Art Comes Alive" thing. I found two that could be fairly okay, but I hope to get something more rustic, so will look further.
Home, and I finally had a good, substantial dinner: frozen raw shrimp (well, I cooked it, of course), the mushrooms, and the whole head of cauliflower (it was a small one).
Sunday, February 09, 2020
Robyn, Lynn, And The Dishwasher
Hardly a red-letter day, for various reasons, but it improved later on.
After breakfast, I took whites to the laundry place and had them in, out, and put away by 10:30. My niece-in-law, Robyn, texted me to see if she could come and bring my costume for the "Art Comes Alive" thing about 4:00. I said sure.
Got a text from my tenant, Eileen, telling me that the dishwasher is leaking. I immediately responded and told her I'd get in touch with Bill G., who does all that stuff for me. Did so, and he said he'd call Eileen and would look at it tomorrow (he's away over the weekend). Bill called me back and said, depending on where it's leaking, it could be something as minor as a worn hose, easily replaced, or major, meaning the appliance is kaput. Unfortunately, he thinks it's the latter. Once he ascertains that, if I have to get a new one, he recommends Anchor Appliance.
Besides that, Bill asked if I wanted him to continue the general maintenance, which he's done before: cleaning the gutters and so on. He said he had done it in July, but didn't charge me. I don't want him to do work without getting paid, so I said to send me a bill. I HOPE the new dishwasher isn't too much, but I fear it will be. Bill said white ones now cost extra--unbelievable!
After that, I got an email back from Lynn W., in response to my asking if she'd pick me up for "Art Comes Alive"next weekend. I received the snippy answer below. Dammit, I wouldn't get in her car now if I have to walk to Oxnard. I'll call the Access Van, which means I'll have to spend a lot of wait-time, but that's just the way it is.
What kills me is that Lynn is director of docents at Dudley House and several times, I've filled in as tour guide when someone had to cancel. I sent her back a message to say I'd get there another way. Incidentally, I already have the Lyft ap on my phone and it would cost me eighty dollars to get back and forth on the weekend.
Robyn came at 4:30, bringing the costume she had made. She took a picture of me in it and I'll ask her to send it to me. We had a good long time to talk and boy, did we. She didn't leave until 7:00 and I greatly enjoyed her company. The costume is great, especially the mob cap. It's comfortable, too, which is a miracle. I gave her an envelope with some dough in it.
While Robyn was here, Ellen called and asked if I wanted to hang out tomorrow, when she's off. Oh, no, I told her, I don't want to be with my darling daughter--no, no, of course not, what a drag--HA! We made a date and I said I'd like to come over there for a change and we'll go into Ojai.
Just made myself two slider type sandwiches with leftover ham and the tiny rolls I had served on Wednesday.
Here's what Lynn wrote:
--Yes it will add 15 minutes to my commute which is okay but you might want to consider getting an Uber ap for the future. I’ve used it several times with great success. What is your address?
After breakfast, I took whites to the laundry place and had them in, out, and put away by 10:30. My niece-in-law, Robyn, texted me to see if she could come and bring my costume for the "Art Comes Alive" thing about 4:00. I said sure.
Got a text from my tenant, Eileen, telling me that the dishwasher is leaking. I immediately responded and told her I'd get in touch with Bill G., who does all that stuff for me. Did so, and he said he'd call Eileen and would look at it tomorrow (he's away over the weekend). Bill called me back and said, depending on where it's leaking, it could be something as minor as a worn hose, easily replaced, or major, meaning the appliance is kaput. Unfortunately, he thinks it's the latter. Once he ascertains that, if I have to get a new one, he recommends Anchor Appliance.
Besides that, Bill asked if I wanted him to continue the general maintenance, which he's done before: cleaning the gutters and so on. He said he had done it in July, but didn't charge me. I don't want him to do work without getting paid, so I said to send me a bill. I HOPE the new dishwasher isn't too much, but I fear it will be. Bill said white ones now cost extra--unbelievable!
After that, I got an email back from Lynn W., in response to my asking if she'd pick me up for "Art Comes Alive"next weekend. I received the snippy answer below. Dammit, I wouldn't get in her car now if I have to walk to Oxnard. I'll call the Access Van, which means I'll have to spend a lot of wait-time, but that's just the way it is.
What kills me is that Lynn is director of docents at Dudley House and several times, I've filled in as tour guide when someone had to cancel. I sent her back a message to say I'd get there another way. Incidentally, I already have the Lyft ap on my phone and it would cost me eighty dollars to get back and forth on the weekend.
Robyn came at 4:30, bringing the costume she had made. She took a picture of me in it and I'll ask her to send it to me. We had a good long time to talk and boy, did we. She didn't leave until 7:00 and I greatly enjoyed her company. The costume is great, especially the mob cap. It's comfortable, too, which is a miracle. I gave her an envelope with some dough in it.
While Robyn was here, Ellen called and asked if I wanted to hang out tomorrow, when she's off. Oh, no, I told her, I don't want to be with my darling daughter--no, no, of course not, what a drag--HA! We made a date and I said I'd like to come over there for a change and we'll go into Ojai.
Just made myself two slider type sandwiches with leftover ham and the tiny rolls I had served on Wednesday.
Here's what Lynn wrote:
--Yes it will add 15 minutes to my commute which is okay but you might want to consider getting an Uber ap for the future. I’ve used it several times with great success. What is your address?
Saturday, February 08, 2020
With My Twin Sister
THURSDAY, 2/6
I took Betty back to Santa Barbara via three buses and a walk (short to me, not so much to Betty). I immediately asked to set up a folding chair in the living room and this is where I kept everything I had brought: purse, small traveling bag, sun hat, coat and jacket. I didn't want to have to hunt for anything.
We played double solitaire and Sorry!, watched television, and chatted, in between the constant searching for mislaid items. We lunched at The Natural Cafe, then I had to get out and walk. Betty was fine with that and I took a brisk walk to the mall, probably no more than a mile there and back. Carolyn called while I was there and we assessed the day--not too bad. She said she'd come over in the late afternoon, so I stopped at Whole Foods to buy some Cabernet Sauvignon. When Carolyn came, she brought a memory foam top for the sofa and made it up (Betty slept there, I in her bed..) C. and I sipped the wine on the patio, while Betty had her diet Coke; we had a good time chatting.
FRIDAY, 2/7
I didn't sleep too well, as Betty's bedroom has light coming on both of the big windows--I suppose they're from outdoor lights and the Venetian blinds don't block it. We got up about 6:30 and Betty found the coffee and coffee maker, thank Zeus. After my caffeine fix, I cleaned the kitchen, which took--oh, two hours, but was deeply satisfying. (Bringing order out of chaos, even when you know it won't last, usually is.) Betty and I then went to Lure and had a good lunch. I like Lure so much, both in Santa Barbara and Ventura. I had taken my overnight bag with me and we went to the bus stop, said goodbye, and I took off for town. Luckily, after getting off at the transit center and walking the two blocks to the SB to V. bus, I had to wait only a few minutes. The ride was enjoyable as ever and I talked on the phone to a loved one for much of the way. At the Ventura Center, I went to Target for blueberries before taking the final bus home.
So that was my sojourn with my twin sister. I'd give a year of my life to make it like it used to be.
I took Betty back to Santa Barbara via three buses and a walk (short to me, not so much to Betty). I immediately asked to set up a folding chair in the living room and this is where I kept everything I had brought: purse, small traveling bag, sun hat, coat and jacket. I didn't want to have to hunt for anything.
We played double solitaire and Sorry!, watched television, and chatted, in between the constant searching for mislaid items. We lunched at The Natural Cafe, then I had to get out and walk. Betty was fine with that and I took a brisk walk to the mall, probably no more than a mile there and back. Carolyn called while I was there and we assessed the day--not too bad. She said she'd come over in the late afternoon, so I stopped at Whole Foods to buy some Cabernet Sauvignon. When Carolyn came, she brought a memory foam top for the sofa and made it up (Betty slept there, I in her bed..) C. and I sipped the wine on the patio, while Betty had her diet Coke; we had a good time chatting.
FRIDAY, 2/7
I didn't sleep too well, as Betty's bedroom has light coming on both of the big windows--I suppose they're from outdoor lights and the Venetian blinds don't block it. We got up about 6:30 and Betty found the coffee and coffee maker, thank Zeus. After my caffeine fix, I cleaned the kitchen, which took--oh, two hours, but was deeply satisfying. (Bringing order out of chaos, even when you know it won't last, usually is.) Betty and I then went to Lure and had a good lunch. I like Lure so much, both in Santa Barbara and Ventura. I had taken my overnight bag with me and we went to the bus stop, said goodbye, and I took off for town. Luckily, after getting off at the transit center and walking the two blocks to the SB to V. bus, I had to wait only a few minutes. The ride was enjoyable as ever and I talked on the phone to a loved one for much of the way. At the Ventura Center, I went to Target for blueberries before taking the final bus home.
So that was my sojourn with my twin sister. I'd give a year of my life to make it like it used to be.
Thursday, February 06, 2020
Lunch With Three Catholics And An Infidel
Strangely enough, maybe, I slept well. Gave Betty cereal and a banana for breakfast and I had my usual. I then tidied up for our little luncheon.
Stella came from her rental property a bit before 1:00 and she and Betty chatted while I prepared lunch. Rather, Betty held forth and told the stories I've heard six million times re our birth, her real estate company, her sojourn as head nurse in pediatrics, her children, and et cetera.
I was pleased that Suzanne showed up just a few minutes after 1:00, before I had put the food on the table. Before we sat down, I asked Suzanne to say grace and she did, the Betty recited some children's verse re grace, and we sat down.
I served small rolls I had already put together (something I learned from my sister-in-law, Marybeth), some chicken, some with ham, and Cole slaw, pickles, iced tea, and soda. Stella brought the salad she had promised and Suzanne a box of candy. We had that for dessert, along with the rest of the chocolate cake Ellen had made for our birthday and I had stowed in the freezer. Combined with lots of good talk--I tried to give equal time to Stella and Suzanne--it made for a pleasant day.
I walked Stella to her car about 3:00, then Suzanne took me to the bank, so I could get the exact change--dollar bills and quarters--for Betty and me to get to Santa Barbara today. After, Betty and I played yet another game of double solitaire, which gets old after a time, but she enjoys it.
This morning, we leave for the first of three buses to take Betty back to Santa Barbara. I'll stay over at her place until Friday afternoon, but won't take my laptop, so unless I write on my phone, I won't be "back," so to speak, until Saturday.
Stella came from her rental property a bit before 1:00 and she and Betty chatted while I prepared lunch. Rather, Betty held forth and told the stories I've heard six million times re our birth, her real estate company, her sojourn as head nurse in pediatrics, her children, and et cetera.
I was pleased that Suzanne showed up just a few minutes after 1:00, before I had put the food on the table. Before we sat down, I asked Suzanne to say grace and she did, the Betty recited some children's verse re grace, and we sat down.
I served small rolls I had already put together (something I learned from my sister-in-law, Marybeth), some chicken, some with ham, and Cole slaw, pickles, iced tea, and soda. Stella brought the salad she had promised and Suzanne a box of candy. We had that for dessert, along with the rest of the chocolate cake Ellen had made for our birthday and I had stowed in the freezer. Combined with lots of good talk--I tried to give equal time to Stella and Suzanne--it made for a pleasant day.
I walked Stella to her car about 3:00, then Suzanne took me to the bank, so I could get the exact change--dollar bills and quarters--for Betty and me to get to Santa Barbara today. After, Betty and I played yet another game of double solitaire, which gets old after a time, but she enjoys it.
This morning, we leave for the first of three buses to take Betty back to Santa Barbara. I'll stay over at her place until Friday afternoon, but won't take my laptop, so unless I write on my phone, I won't be "back," so to speak, until Saturday.
Wednesday, February 05, 2020
Busy
Boy, oh, boy, oh, boy; quite a busy day with Betty.
I made her a fried egg and tangerine for breakfast and I had my usual cottage cheese toast and tangerine, plus, of course, coffee,which I can't live without. (Actually, I should say I'd rather not live if I have to go without.) We then prepared for the Access Van.
Knowing the delays that can happen, I insisted that we be ready with coats and purses, exact change (three bucks each) and so on, long before the van came at 11:00. It was a few minutes late and when that happens, Betty goes into a tizzy and wanted me to call, but I didn't.
We got to Adult Center in plenty of time for 11:30 lunch. I was annoyed that we had to fill out this silly paper before we paid our $3 each. However, we did and sate down at a table. The menu consisted of salad, a roll, and beef stew, with applesauce and yogurt for dessert. It was actually pretty enjoyable, and I was glad we had come, especially when I met the director, Cheryl. I mentioned my Acting for Amateurs class and she said she'd love to get my proposal on it. We exchanged cards and talked quite a lot. I also met Valarie, who teaches dance there (although she must be not too far form my age). She has a masters in fine arts and we also exchanged cards. I want to talk more with her.
We finished lunch and said goodbye, but the van wasn't due to pick us up until almost an hour, so I suggested we walk down the street to the thrift store.
Maybe not such a hot idea. It was certainly less than a half-mile, but farther than I had thought--easy peasy for me, but Betty is no walker and was huffing and puffing. Anyway, we got there, looked around, and I thought it would be a good idea to call the Access Van and ask them to pick us up there instead of the Adult Center. Now this was just that short distance down North Ventura Avenue--number 222, instead of 550, and I was told the van would be there about 1:35.
It wasn't. I don't want to get into all that ensued, except to say that Betty gets very agitated when things don't happy precisely when they're supposed to. The upshot was that we waited, all told, about forty minutes, but hey, we didn't have any place to go, it was a nice, sunny day, so what was the harm? Home, I got Betty situated with the t.v. on, then walked over to Von's to get some cold cuts, rolls, and Cole slaw for our little lunch today.
Ellen got in at 5:00 and took us to Jasmine Thai for dinner. It's always a treat being with her and Betty enjoyed her company, too. Had a leisurely dinner, talked a bit, then El took us home. Got in at 7:00 and to bed a few hours later.
So far, so okay, aside from the constant "loss" of things. Last evening, it was her black pocketbook which she insisted she had brought with her along with the white one. I finally went in the bathroom and texted Carolyn, who sent me back a picture of Betty with everything she was bringing--a stroke of genius. Although that didn't totally convince Betty, it went a long way toward it and she eventually settled down. BUT--when we got up this morning, she had lost one of her slippers!
You laugh so you don't cry...
I made her a fried egg and tangerine for breakfast and I had my usual cottage cheese toast and tangerine, plus, of course, coffee,which I can't live without. (Actually, I should say I'd rather not live if I have to go without.) We then prepared for the Access Van.
Knowing the delays that can happen, I insisted that we be ready with coats and purses, exact change (three bucks each) and so on, long before the van came at 11:00. It was a few minutes late and when that happens, Betty goes into a tizzy and wanted me to call, but I didn't.
We got to Adult Center in plenty of time for 11:30 lunch. I was annoyed that we had to fill out this silly paper before we paid our $3 each. However, we did and sate down at a table. The menu consisted of salad, a roll, and beef stew, with applesauce and yogurt for dessert. It was actually pretty enjoyable, and I was glad we had come, especially when I met the director, Cheryl. I mentioned my Acting for Amateurs class and she said she'd love to get my proposal on it. We exchanged cards and talked quite a lot. I also met Valarie, who teaches dance there (although she must be not too far form my age). She has a masters in fine arts and we also exchanged cards. I want to talk more with her.
We finished lunch and said goodbye, but the van wasn't due to pick us up until almost an hour, so I suggested we walk down the street to the thrift store.
Maybe not such a hot idea. It was certainly less than a half-mile, but farther than I had thought--easy peasy for me, but Betty is no walker and was huffing and puffing. Anyway, we got there, looked around, and I thought it would be a good idea to call the Access Van and ask them to pick us up there instead of the Adult Center. Now this was just that short distance down North Ventura Avenue--number 222, instead of 550, and I was told the van would be there about 1:35.
It wasn't. I don't want to get into all that ensued, except to say that Betty gets very agitated when things don't happy precisely when they're supposed to. The upshot was that we waited, all told, about forty minutes, but hey, we didn't have any place to go, it was a nice, sunny day, so what was the harm? Home, I got Betty situated with the t.v. on, then walked over to Von's to get some cold cuts, rolls, and Cole slaw for our little lunch today.
Ellen got in at 5:00 and took us to Jasmine Thai for dinner. It's always a treat being with her and Betty enjoyed her company, too. Had a leisurely dinner, talked a bit, then El took us home. Got in at 7:00 and to bed a few hours later.
So far, so okay, aside from the constant "loss" of things. Last evening, it was her black pocketbook which she insisted she had brought with her along with the white one. I finally went in the bathroom and texted Carolyn, who sent me back a picture of Betty with everything she was bringing--a stroke of genius. Although that didn't totally convince Betty, it went a long way toward it and she eventually settled down. BUT--when we got up this morning, she had lost one of her slippers!
You laugh so you don't cry...
Tuesday, February 04, 2020
Lunch At Lure
Carolyn, with Betty, picked me up about 11:30 and we got to Lure before noon. David and Polly were already there and we settled in for a marathon lunch. Steve came after about 45 and we ordered, talked and talked and talked.
Dave and Polly are going to be in New Zealand for three months this time--they have a kind of suite at their daughter's and son-in-laws--but in a few months will spend a year or so in Ireland. They're going to rent a large house there and invited all to visit there, too. Also, when I told them I plan to visit my brother in Bangkok and Singapore, too, Polly suggested I swing over to New Zealand. How that would work, I don't know, but I'm musing on it. I broke the news that the Tokyo Trio would be coming next month and told Betty, Carolyn and Steve I'd like to have them over for lunch to greet them.
I had to go over to the office to get a new battery for my gate remote, then sat down at the laptop to do this and that while Betty busied herself with her IPad and various puzzle workbooks. I had taken leftover lasagna out of the freezer on Sunday, now I put it in the oven for a half hour and served it with salad and olive bread.
After dinner, Betty asked if we could watch "Jeopardy!," which she never misses, and "Wheel of Fortune," ditto, and we did. I watch very little T.V., now into DVDs, but we watched and I actually enjoyed them. After that was "America's Got Talent," maybe the most inane, contrived, idiotic thing I've ever seen.
I then set up the couch with sheets and blanket, plugged in Betty's sleep apnea machine, and we went to bed a bit after 9:00. I slept like a log and was so pleased when I got up this morning to have Betty say how well she slept, too. That relieved me of my guilty feeling that I take the bed--I just can't sleep on the couch.
So it was a good start to our days together. It included, though, having Betty constantly lose things: her magnifying glass, her flashlight, her this and that. Being with her is very much like being with a small child. I'm enjoying much of it, so far, but it's also exhausting.
Dave and Polly are going to be in New Zealand for three months this time--they have a kind of suite at their daughter's and son-in-laws--but in a few months will spend a year or so in Ireland. They're going to rent a large house there and invited all to visit there, too. Also, when I told them I plan to visit my brother in Bangkok and Singapore, too, Polly suggested I swing over to New Zealand. How that would work, I don't know, but I'm musing on it. I broke the news that the Tokyo Trio would be coming next month and told Betty, Carolyn and Steve I'd like to have them over for lunch to greet them.
L. to r.: Dave, Betty, Polly, Steve, Carolyn, and me.
We parted about 3:00 and Carolyn drove us to my place. After she left, I took Betty to Von's to get a few things. She wanted ice cream, licorice, and diet Pepsi--things I never eat or drink, although I do have diet 7Up--so I got them for her.I had to go over to the office to get a new battery for my gate remote, then sat down at the laptop to do this and that while Betty busied herself with her IPad and various puzzle workbooks. I had taken leftover lasagna out of the freezer on Sunday, now I put it in the oven for a half hour and served it with salad and olive bread.
After dinner, Betty asked if we could watch "Jeopardy!," which she never misses, and "Wheel of Fortune," ditto, and we did. I watch very little T.V., now into DVDs, but we watched and I actually enjoyed them. After that was "America's Got Talent," maybe the most inane, contrived, idiotic thing I've ever seen.
I then set up the couch with sheets and blanket, plugged in Betty's sleep apnea machine, and we went to bed a bit after 9:00. I slept like a log and was so pleased when I got up this morning to have Betty say how well she slept, too. That relieved me of my guilty feeling that I take the bed--I just can't sleep on the couch.
So it was a good start to our days together. It included, though, having Betty constantly lose things: her magnifying glass, her flashlight, her this and that. Being with her is very much like being with a small child. I'm enjoying much of it, so far, but it's also exhausting.
Monday, February 03, 2020
My Play, My Nails, And My Hat
Preparing for my company, I dusted and mopped the hard floors, shook out the area rugs, and cleaned the bathroom. Used the Shark, but should probably run the vacuum over the carpet. Maybe I'll just wait and do it before my little luncheon on Wednesday.
Finally, at long last, I sent three plays to Jeff. I had had terrific problems in getting them to attach for some reason; I kept being told to download when I already had. It's done now, though, and Jeff sent back that he "can't wait to read them." It's a good thing I didn't send him Fatal Family Reunion, though. I looked it over--it's not bad, if I say it myself--and thee was a major flaw. I had "Rigolo, the Gigolo" being questioned twice and that didn't work. Luckily, I noticed and revised, but then I realized the traumatic event that rendered Mary mute isn't clear (no, I'm not going to explain), so I've have to resolve that.
I texted Caroline to ask her to be sure Betty had her driver's license with her (for proof of age on the bus) and a number of single dollars for exact change on the Access Van. I wrote out Valentine cards and sent a note to my cousin's wife, Helen.
After lunch, I took my cart and walked to Jessica Nails near Wal-Mart and had a manicure (Ellen had given me a gift card some tune ago). Went to Wal-Mart for grapes and a few other things. Horror of horrors, though, I lost my hat. When I left the store, I realized I didn't have it. Went back to where I had bought things, thinking I had left it on a shelf. No luck. I asked one of the employees (not a cashier, but some kind of overseer--remarkably, she was courteous and seemed competent) and she said she had seen it outside on a cart. She showed me where, but it was gone. I remembered that I tried to unhitch a cart from a nested line of them and it wouldn't come apart. I must have left my hat there and somebody picked it up. Tried customer service, but nobody had turned it in.
I wear sunglasses, too, of course, but it's still hard to see. I do have other hats, but I liked this one best and wore it virtually every day. Drat, I lost my hat!
Finally, at long last, I sent three plays to Jeff. I had had terrific problems in getting them to attach for some reason; I kept being told to download when I already had. It's done now, though, and Jeff sent back that he "can't wait to read them." It's a good thing I didn't send him Fatal Family Reunion, though. I looked it over--it's not bad, if I say it myself--and thee was a major flaw. I had "Rigolo, the Gigolo" being questioned twice and that didn't work. Luckily, I noticed and revised, but then I realized the traumatic event that rendered Mary mute isn't clear (no, I'm not going to explain), so I've have to resolve that.
I texted Caroline to ask her to be sure Betty had her driver's license with her (for proof of age on the bus) and a number of single dollars for exact change on the Access Van. I wrote out Valentine cards and sent a note to my cousin's wife, Helen.
After lunch, I took my cart and walked to Jessica Nails near Wal-Mart and had a manicure (Ellen had given me a gift card some tune ago). Went to Wal-Mart for grapes and a few other things. Horror of horrors, though, I lost my hat. When I left the store, I realized I didn't have it. Went back to where I had bought things, thinking I had left it on a shelf. No luck. I asked one of the employees (not a cashier, but some kind of overseer--remarkably, she was courteous and seemed competent) and she said she had seen it outside on a cart. She showed me where, but it was gone. I remembered that I tried to unhitch a cart from a nested line of them and it wouldn't come apart. I must have left my hat there and somebody picked it up. Tried customer service, but nobody had turned it in.
I wear sunglasses, too, of course, but it's still hard to see. I do have other hats, but I liked this one best and wore it virtually every day. Drat, I lost my hat!
Sunday, February 02, 2020
Busy
Busy day and I'm just going to sketch it out here:
Took a wash to the place and had it washed, dried, and put away by 10:30. At about 11:00, my hairdresser, Mary, called to say she had a cancellation and could I come for my color and cut at 1:00, instead of 2:00? I agreed--foolishly, because I no sooner hung up when I realized I'd have to have lunch very early to get there at 1:00. However, I jumped in the shower, then had part of a salad, then took off for the bus.
Got there about 12:45 and she took me right away. Now, I'd rather have my hair done than hang by the thumbs for three days, but I always find it an ordeal. I hate having to sit there so long, waiting for the color to take, then the wash, then the cut, then...well, I didn't get out of there for several hours, as usual.
Stopped at Trader Joe's on the way to the transit center and just missed the 6 bus, so had to wait about thirty-five minutes. Home and started to assemble the plays for Jeff, but Ellen called and we had a long talk, then Betty called, plus I talked to Arizona, and the upshot was, it was 7:00 before I even thought about dinner, so I just skipped it. However, my hair looks great, even this morning after I slept on it.
My big problem is that I can't seem to attach the plays I went to send Jeff onto email. It keeps just not attaching and sending me a message to download. I do, but it still won't attach. I want to get this done before Betty gets here tomorrow, so will keep trying, but it's frustrating.
Took a wash to the place and had it washed, dried, and put away by 10:30. At about 11:00, my hairdresser, Mary, called to say she had a cancellation and could I come for my color and cut at 1:00, instead of 2:00? I agreed--foolishly, because I no sooner hung up when I realized I'd have to have lunch very early to get there at 1:00. However, I jumped in the shower, then had part of a salad, then took off for the bus.
Got there about 12:45 and she took me right away. Now, I'd rather have my hair done than hang by the thumbs for three days, but I always find it an ordeal. I hate having to sit there so long, waiting for the color to take, then the wash, then the cut, then...well, I didn't get out of there for several hours, as usual.
Stopped at Trader Joe's on the way to the transit center and just missed the 6 bus, so had to wait about thirty-five minutes. Home and started to assemble the plays for Jeff, but Ellen called and we had a long talk, then Betty called, plus I talked to Arizona, and the upshot was, it was 7:00 before I even thought about dinner, so I just skipped it. However, my hair looks great, even this morning after I slept on it.
My big problem is that I can't seem to attach the plays I went to send Jeff onto email. It keeps just not attaching and sending me a message to download. I do, but it still won't attach. I want to get this done before Betty gets here tomorrow, so will keep trying, but it's frustrating.
Saturday, February 01, 2020
T.O.P.S. And The Opera
Cheryl picked me up for T.O.P.S., as usual. I was up just a few ounces to 130.1 from 129.5 last time. (If I was a mathematician, I could figure out how many that is.)
I decided to skip the ever tedious program and bus home. As I explained to Cheryl, if I stayed, I wouldn't get breakfast until 10:30 or so and I had to leave for the bus at 11:00 to meet Jim at noon, so it wouldn't work. Walked down Ashwood to Telegraph and darn, actually missed not only the 6, but the 21 by minutes. So I walked to the mall/transit center and got the next one there.
Changed, had breakfast, then bused to the library, getting there just in time. Jim had saved me a seat and we settled down to enjoy the music. It was wonderful, consisting of four singers performing arias from El Postino (The Postman), a Spanish opera, so it was in Spanish. We both liked it a lot.
After, we went across the street to Lemon y sal for lunch. I had a tostedo, which was pretty good, and a Chief Peak brew, which was very good. Jim and I talked and talked about ethics, morals, abortion, and so on. He brought in the big guns, Aristotle (wouldn't you know he would) and the Jesuits, but I stuck to my principles. Actually, we weren't arguing, just discussing and it's a pleasure to talk to someone who likes that kind of thing. We also discussed his classes and various other aspects of academia, which I enjoy so much. I asked Jim to send me the name of his dentist, whom he likes, although he's in Oxnard, but I want to look at my options re my teeth.
We parted about 2:30 and I walked to the mission, then bused to the mall for two pounds of blueberries at Target. However, Von's had them on sale, too, so on the way home, I stopped there and got two more containers. Put some in the freezer for later.
Darn, I'v been having trouble sleeping again. For several days now, I've easily fallen asleep at about 10:00, but have gotten up at 3:00 or so for the usual, then could just not go back. I'm hoping this is just one of those insomnia phases I've been in before, and will stop before too long.
I decided to skip the ever tedious program and bus home. As I explained to Cheryl, if I stayed, I wouldn't get breakfast until 10:30 or so and I had to leave for the bus at 11:00 to meet Jim at noon, so it wouldn't work. Walked down Ashwood to Telegraph and darn, actually missed not only the 6, but the 21 by minutes. So I walked to the mall/transit center and got the next one there.
Changed, had breakfast, then bused to the library, getting there just in time. Jim had saved me a seat and we settled down to enjoy the music. It was wonderful, consisting of four singers performing arias from El Postino (The Postman), a Spanish opera, so it was in Spanish. We both liked it a lot.
After, we went across the street to Lemon y sal for lunch. I had a tostedo, which was pretty good, and a Chief Peak brew, which was very good. Jim and I talked and talked about ethics, morals, abortion, and so on. He brought in the big guns, Aristotle (wouldn't you know he would) and the Jesuits, but I stuck to my principles. Actually, we weren't arguing, just discussing and it's a pleasure to talk to someone who likes that kind of thing. We also discussed his classes and various other aspects of academia, which I enjoy so much. I asked Jim to send me the name of his dentist, whom he likes, although he's in Oxnard, but I want to look at my options re my teeth.
We parted about 2:30 and I walked to the mission, then bused to the mall for two pounds of blueberries at Target. However, Von's had them on sale, too, so on the way home, I stopped there and got two more containers. Put some in the freezer for later.
Darn, I'v been having trouble sleeping again. For several days now, I've easily fallen asleep at about 10:00, but have gotten up at 3:00 or so for the usual, then could just not go back. I'm hoping this is just one of those insomnia phases I've been in before, and will stop before too long.
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