Sunday

It was off to Malvern, PA early on to spend the day at Bounce, the big pickleball facility there. I saw lots of fun matches, including some by those I love, and here's the venue:: 

Stayed until early evening, then drove to Bordentown to drop off a kid. After, we stopped for dinner at a place I remember from years ago--about sixty-five of them, in fact--the Town and Country Diner. Had spaghetti and meatballs and wow, I couldn't get over how inexpensive it was compared to California.  

Home about 7:00, then settled in for reading a novel I borrowed, The Glass Ocean. I seldom read fiction, but this is pretty good. I Today, an ocean walk at Seaside is scheduled, plus more pickleball adventures--yay!

Saturday

It was off to Tuckerton in the early afternoon. It's marked by this native American statue, which I remember well:

At the Tuckerton harbor, I enjoyed the view:

(Dunno if anybody enjoyed the view of me, though.)

Went to the Emporium, where I bought some placemats and woven coasters, then to the  Decoy show. That wasn't exactly my cup of tea, but it was fun to be there. It always includes a dog contest, which is a competition to see which dog is the best in jumping into water and retrieving game. Dogs aren't my cup of tea, either, but I took this pic to show my friend, Noreen, who has three big dogs (AAGH!). Note dog under house roof, dog leaping:

My friend, Vera, who raises pet turtles, would have been horrified to see this sign:

The men in the booth had a big turtle in a cage and here we are:

When I asked one of the guys what they would do with it, he said, "SOUP!"

Today, it's up to Malvern, PA to the pickleball tournament--looking forward. 

Friday Two

A major part of my trip was, of course, to have a bit of dear Frank safely back, always and forever, at the place where he grew up. And here it is, just as it always (or at least, since 1902) was.  

15 S. Rosborough as it was in c. 1940: 

...and as it is now: 

Some of the family out front; Frank second from right, c. 1943:

As I approached the house, a woman came out to move her car. I greeted her, we chatted, and she said name was Sally Mahoney--hey, a good match for Byrne Molloy. Sally was visiting her son, who owns the house. Happily, we were invited in and we toured the place. The only picture I took inside was of those stained glass windows on the landing that I remember so well: 

I did, of course, sprinkle just a few of Frankie's ashes on the front flower bed; the lawn is long gone.

Anyway, it was a good thing to have part of Frank back where he always belonged. 

Note: See the following entry for the rest of Friday, September 27.

Friday And Frank One

Yesterday, I scattered the ashes of my dear brother in this place that meant so much to him and where he grew up and that is sacred in a secular way to me. It will always mean my home and the home of the   Byrne family. I know Frank loved it and that goes in the reverse: Ventnor loved Frank and was privileged to know him

The Ventnor beach; I can see him riding a wave:

St. James, where he was an altar boy:

Interestingly, there was a table in front of the altar with a visitors' book (so it's become a tourist destination--damn!). I wrote my name on a line and in another, this: Frank Byrne, his ashes).

After, it was down to Margate and Lucy, the elephant. I had been in it ten or so years ago, but yesterday, just visiting the gift shop. For some strange reason, I bought a box of Lucy-themed Christmas cards. 

It had been rainy and heavily overcast all day--appropriate, I think, for the task of scattering ashes. Oddly, though, I didn't fee sad or overcast myself. Frank had lived for almost ninety years, he had had a good, good life (after his earlier years, when he had been a real pain): a true love, an accomplished and interesting family. At the end, he was no longer there, just as my twin sister is no longer there, but when he was, he was a gem. I will miss him forever. 💔

Note: Later, I will elaborate on the Ventnor visit and flesh in the most important place where a bit of Frank now rests: 15 South Rosborough Avenue, where he grew up.  

Thursday

Slept very well, had breakfast, then it was off to--guess where?

Walked the walk, a total of three miles, then went to CVS for this and that. 

It was Bordentown for dinner, then visiting and talk; much fun, but I didn't get to bed until after 11:00. I can't even remember the last time I was up that late, but sleep like a stone, naturally.

Today: the place that will always be home to  me.

Wednesday

 Went to Island Heights, near Toms River, and walked the "boardwalk" next to the estuary. It was cloudy, but fairly warm, and the rain held off until later. Water was rather rough; here I am on one of the piers (in my glamour pose, of course):

After, it was off to the Habitat for Humanity store to look at various household and other items. Had lunch, read for awhile, then enjoyed a good dinner of zucchini lasagna and roasted carrots. (Even gooder was the hazy IPA that went with it.) Chatted, watched something on TV called Longmire, next a documentary about a murderous family in Canada,* showered, then turned in after a lovely day.

*I realized that, until last night, I've watched absolutely nothing on TV for several months except ten-year-old episodes of Frasier. Maybe I'll branch out now.

Tuesday and Jersey

 
Vickie got me to the Sheraton and the Airporter got me to LAX in plenty of time for my 11:07 flight. I had gotten up at 4:30,had only coffee at home, so got toast (and more coffee) during the two hours I waited. Flight was no more gruesome than usual, with me rigid with terror most of the time.  

Got into Philly airport a little late, close to 8:00. Zipped to Jersey, had dinner, chatted happily then bed. This house is great and I'm so glad to be here, but no time for more now.

Monday

Stripped the bed, washed the linens, and remade when I got up. Continued packing and hauling things out that I had forgotten earlier. I then spent more than an hour continuing to ferret out info on the owners of Jim's apartment complex. I looked here and there on line, then called the Ventura assessor's office. Finally got some more info (it's an LLC), including where the owners live (up in the pricey hills) but was unable to get a phone number or email.  

I then set out for the post office with the gift for Mr. K. that I had re-packed--incredibly, postage was still thirty-two dollars and change. At that, I gave up and just paid it. 

On my way to the P.O. I met Vickie coming out; she 'll be picking me up any minute and driving me to the Sheraton, where I get the Airporter to LAX. Stopped at Von's on my way back for rolls, as I had put my loaf of bread in the freezer. Crossing the middle of the complex on my way home, I saw Lorraine sitting at a table studying her bible. I had intended to have my lunch out there, anyway, so made and packed it (naturally adding a can of hazy IPA), and joined her. She's a little whiffty, but not a bad sort, and we chatted happily. Got home about 3:00, then again dove into year 5, episode something of my addiction, Frasier.  

Did two loads of wash, showered and washed my hair. Vickie called to suggest we leave earlier than planned--she'll be here at about 5:45, which I was glad to hear, being a chronic worrier about being late. Changed my phone alarm to wake me at 4:30...

...and now I'm up. I poured my coffee, emptied the dishwasher, zipped up my suitcases (I always overpack), and now I'm signing off. God's country, here I come! 

Sunday

After the usual Sunday morning stuff (crossword was so-so) and breakfast, I peeled the six tangerines I had left, separated the segments, and put them in the freezer, keeping one out for breakfast this morning. Did some packing, swept the patio, took the trash to the trash place, then took off about noon to visit Jim.

I could have walked, but it's almost two miles and I just didn't feel like it. Good thing, as I got off on Victoria and still had to walk about a mile to Victoria Care Center. I got to Jim's room just as he was finishing lunch and I was pleased to see he had eaten every scrap. I was doubly pleased to find him considerably better than he had been. 

Of course, I have to qualify that statement: He was much better compared to the last time I saw him, but that doesn't mean he's well. However, we talked and even had a pretty normal conversation. He was disturbed, and rightly so, because he doesn't have his wallet, his keys, or anything else from his apartment. He couldn't remember the name of the owners, to whom he's paid rent these last many years, so I said I'd look it up. I said I'd also get in touch with the social worker, which I will today to get a progress report. Anyway, we had a nice visit for half an hour or so. 

I went from there to Telephone, where I got the 11 bus to the mall. It was already 3:00 by the time I sat down in the middle to have my lunch, but that was okay. After, I picked up a few things at Target, then bused home. 

Spent quite some time on this laptop, trying to find the info for Jim's apartment. I was able to uncover--I think--the names of the owners through various look-up websites.. Jim had said the man, Austin Coe, had died and left them (he owns more than one) to his wife and son. I was able to find his obituary, which included the name of survivors, Mary Jo Coe (it rhymes 😀!) and Austin, Jr. I'll call the housing authority or today to see if I can get in touch with them. Settled down to watch my daily Frasier, then had scrambled eggs for dinner. 

Saturday

In the morning, I did a small color wash, then wrapped K.'s gift of coins and artifacts. Left about 10:30, as I wanted to walk to the P.O. before busing to town. Did so, only to find the postage to Japan would cost $32,75, The things I was sending were only a fraction of that, so I decided to take it home and repackage it, which I did after dinner. I'll trek back to send it off tomorrow.

Bused into town and saw it was booming. It was Art Walk weekend--lots of people and very festive, but the restaurants were crowded, too. I headed to Paradise Pantry, which was jammed inside and out and put in my name for a table for two. Had to wait only about twenty minutes, but it was a beautiful day and I strolled around. I was called, sat down, and Noreen came shortly thereafter.

We both got their yummy grilled turkey and pesto and, this time, I added caramelized onions on mine--oh, mama, was that good! I had their equally good IPA, "Purple Tears," the only place I know that carries it. Noreen and I caught up with each other's goings on, and stayed for more than an hour. I walked her part way to her car, then spent time looking at the various booths. A new (temporary) street mural was in front of the mission: 

And I loved seeing the Irish dancers:

There were even three boys in the group:

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I've been thinking about hiring a gardener to clean up my patio and when I saw this in front of the post office, I thought wow--who better???

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Friday

Went up 1.8 at home and 2.2 at T.O.P.S. to 127.4 and 128, respectively. I'm not concerned, as I regularly fluctuate and I'm still within my comfort zone of 125 to 130. Last week, Lennie had asked me to conduct the meeting, as she's gone to North Dakota to help her brother campaign for governor:

Merrill Piepkorn (born 1949)^[1] is an American entertainer and politician who has served in the North Dakota Senate from the 44th district since 2016. He is a member of the Democratic Party. Piepkorn is a candidate in the 2024 North Dakota gubernatorial election. He has also hosted radio shows on Prairie Public Radio and served as the public address announcer for the Fargo-Moorhead RedHawks.

Interesting that he's also a singer and harmonica player, but that's North Dakota, I guess. Unfortunately, I also looked up the ND polls and Piepkorn is far behind the GOP candidate. 

Anyway, the meeting went okay, although Sharon was on one of her usual talkathons. I'm able to limit her a bit so others can get a word in, but it isn't easy. She and I, Cheryl and Bev were the only attendees, as Lora was up in Prescott inspecting her new house being built. 

I kept the session reasonably short and was home by 10:00. Had breakfast, made and packed lunch, and walked the overpass to meet Diane for our lib lunch at noon. We had a good, long session--yes, we talk a lot, too, but both of us do and we enjoy each other. 

Got home at 3:00 and did nothing until 5:30 but sit and watch Frasier (one of these days, I'll get off that kick, but I don't know when). Diane had given me a small  packaged Italian meal, which I had for dinner. Called Noreen after and asked if she was available for lunch today. She was and we'll meet at the Paradise Pantry in town. 

Son Mike is in Sri Lanka again and posted that he had had barracuda for dinner. Actually, it looks pretty good:

It was a partly outdoor restaurant and he also posted the picture below of this very weird-looking  animal. Could it possibly be a domestic tabby?

YOWL  !

Thursday

On my way to Von's in the morning, I stopped into Great Clips to see if Maria was available. She wasn't, so I decided to try later in the day or  tomorrow.

Got some beautiful strawberries at Von's, as well as broccoli, and oatmeal--I eat so damn healthy, I can hardly stand myself--then spent more than an hour on the laptop addressing various issues. They included having to complete a mercantile license renewal for the house in Jersey, the change in my mortgage from Chase (insurance went up), and other boring business matters. SO-FI is changing frm Rent Café to Bilt something or other for rent payments, so I have to switch that over. I also packaged up the coins I'm sending to Mr. K.; as mentioned before, he has an interest. 

I was pleased when David W. called and we had a long talk. He's the ornithologist with whom I'm friendly; he lives here across the way upstairs. I'd love to have one of my daughters meet him, but that kind of thing almost never turns out, I guess. Anyway, we've both had our problems with management, but things have been fine lately.

Got ready for my 4:00 dentist appointment and was out front waiting for the LYFT ride early. Miracle of miracles, the driver said yes, he had been given the correct Telephone Road address. After months of having drivers sent to the other street and gated entrance, SCAN seems finally to have gotten it right. 

At Zak Dental, I had an annoying exchange with the receptionist, who wanted me to provide the names of my medications before I had my teeth cleaned. I don't carry them with me (although that might not be a bad idea), but why I wasn't informed of this beforehand, I don't know. Anyway, it was straightened out and I had my appointment. Made a date for December 9 for another and a check-up. Later, though, I received via email and was asked to return, several long and, it seems to me, unnecessarily detailed documents to complete and return.

It wasn't quite 5:00 when I left, so I went to Great Clips. Maria was free and trimmed my hair--it looks okay, I guess, but not great. 

I got a recorded call from Victoria Care Center, where Jim is, announcing that they test residents (patients? inmates?) every two days for COVID and there are no active cases at this time. 

T.O.P.S. today and I'm running the meeting, so all can be confident, it'll be short and sweet. Also, meeting Diane for lib lunch today.

Wednesday

After breakfast (and my cryptograms and crosswords), I walked down Victoria to Telephone to go to that poor-excuse-for-a-mercantile-establishment, Wal-Mart. I just wanted  shoelaces which, incredibly, I can't seem to find anywhere else. At Wal-Mart, they're actually under lock and key, so you have to ring a buzzer and wait an age before somebody comes. Anyway, I got them and also picked up some nice tangerines. 

While I was in the neighborhood, I stopped at BOA; son Mike had gotten a sizable check from Bank of Hawaii (he has some of his mail sent here) and I deposited it for him. Also, I had been told by his Dad that recently-turned-eleven Mr. K. was interested in coins, specifically American ones. I want to send him metal dollars (no longer silver, of course), plus a fifty-cent piece. It occurred to med he might like a two-dollar bill, also. I was surprised they actually had one--nice and crisp, too--so I'll send that, too. 

Home, I had lunch, then set up my pill regime for the two weeks I'll be in Jersey. I want to try to get as much as possible done packing for my trip before it gets too close. Cleaned up a bit, then left to take the 6 bus back to Telephone Road and the 11 to the Barnes & Nobel shopping center. I was there before 5:00, Ellen and Greg came later, and we perused the books for a half hour or so, then left for Stephen's Greek.

I hadn't been there for several months and it was, of course, so good to be with Ellen and Greg. They are sorta, kinda no longer a couple, but are good friends and Greg will be caring for her when she has her knee operation. I had a lamb burger and a good IPA and, of course, we talked and laughed over the evening. I was driven home and got in at 8:00 after a good, good outing. 

Because I leave at 6:00 am on Tuesday to start my trip, I want to train myself to get up earlier again. Annoyingly, I had been successful in staying up until 10 and getting up at 6:30, but now I want to reverse the process. Got up with the re-set alarm at 5:30 and will try to for 5:00.

   

Tuesday

Ellen picked me up and we drove to Miramar Eye in  Camarillo for my 1:45 appointment. . They did some tests and Dr. Neel examined me.; So far, so good, but she wants to see me in four months, so I made a date for January. We were both hungry after--hadn't had lunch--so went to Yolanda's.

After, El was kind enough to take me to the Pacific Coast Coin Collector. I wanted to know if the two silver dollars (one dated 1878) I have were worth anything--I was hoping for ten thou, at least. However, the guy said he'd give me fifty bucks for both and the heck with that, I might as well keep them. For the life of me, I can't remember how I happened to acquire them. 

I asked El to drop me off at the Senior Center on Ventura Avenue, a I want to attend a LJBT+ presentation, aimed at older people of those orientations. It was interesting in light of the gay people in my family and those with whom I'm friendly. Because it was by the Agency on Aging and when I first moved here, I was in that group, I chatted with some of the presenters. Some pics:

Bused home and got in about 6:30. I had told Ellen I missed Greg (she sees him often) and she  texted me, asking if I wanted to meet them for dinner today at Stephen's Greek. Sure do and she suggested me meet at Barnes & Noble, browse the books, then go to Stephen's. Sounds good and I'm looking forward.  

Monday

Did a color wash in the  morning, then putzed around with this and that until 1:15 when I went to meet Lorraine at the mailboxes. We drove to Victoria Care Center and while Lorraine visited two people she knows there, I saw Jim. I was pleasantly surprised that he seemed considerably better than he had at the hospital. That doesn't mean he was perfectly okay or even as "with it" as he was when I met him, but he was more responsive for sure. I stayed for only about fifteen minutes, then said I'd visit again before I leave for Jersey.

I then searched out the P.T. and dietician, both of whom were optimistic. Jim himself had mentioned that he's in group exercise and that he likes the food better than the hospital's. The dietician said he's been eating 74 to 100 percent of his meals--they actually figure it that way, she has a chart. Also visited the social worker, who said a psychiatrist will evaluate Jim's condition, as to whether he should be in permanent placement or not. I now am hopeful he may be able to live in his own place, especially since he has home-health services.  I told him I'd visit again before I go to Jersey.

Texted Suzanne, Vickie, and Ellen about Jim, then talked to Vickie. Told her I'LL get the Access Van to take me to the Sheraton where I'll get the Airporter to LAX, but asked if she'll be backup, in case they don't show. She insisted I not call the Van, that she'd take me, although we have to leave at 6:00 am. What a good friend.

I then decided to go to Soaring Spirits dinner after all. Took the 21 bus to Telephone Avenue, then walked a mile (the Santa Ana winds made that a challenge), then boarded the 11. I had switched purses and darn, forgot my bus pass. However, I sweet-talked the drivers and both were okay with me boarding. Got to Stone Fire Grille, got a child's pizza and an IPA and greatly enjoyed being there with Vera, Gayle, Glenda, and Lydall with our far-ranging talk, as always. Vera took me home and I got in at 7:30. Not a bad day.

Sunday With Stella And Frida

I believe I hold the title of "World's Worst Procrastinator," but yesterday, I actually got some things done that had been hanging for an age. I separated and filed a depressingly high pile of papers and put away the family pictures and papers I had gone over with Larry. I also. took almost all the magazines out of the living room (large) basket, separated them into Time, TOPS, Sunset, and a few others, obliterated the mailing information on them, and carted them to the trash enclosure.*

After the chores, I packed lunch and bused to town, eating in my favorite spot across from the mission. Just as I was finishing, who do I see but Stella, taking a stroll after mass at the mission. She invited me to go with her to the Blue Agave, which is nearby and I happily accepted. Stella had enchiladas and insisted on giving me one; she also treated me to a glass of Chardonnay. I hadn't been to the Blue Agave for at least a year and was charmed by the new picture on the wall of Frida Kahlo, the Mexican artist and political activist. Here she is with Stella:

We said goodbye about 3:00 and I bused home. I was so full from lunch I had only a bowl of Brussel sprouts for dinner. Lorraine called--I'll meet her outside at 1:15 today and we'll go to the Victoria Care Center. I hope Jim has improved, but am not too optimistic.  

*The fact is, I never open any of them. I just find them boring--all of them--and Time if, of course, a propaganda vehicle for dems. The TOPS mag is one of the perks (?) for being a member of that weight-loss group, but having found what works for me, I don't find it useful (also seems a bit sophomoric, I'm afraid). As for the glossy mags, I like the way the covers look in the basket, but just can't seem to make myself interested in looking at them. I'm a book person, that's all.

Saturday

Met Diane at the other McDonald's, the one by Target, at noon and that's the last I want to eat their McFood. I'll be glad to meet Diane there again, but next time, I'll bring my own. The chicken sandwich tasted as if it had been in storage for a month and the French fries were simply terrible. I didn't say anything, though, as Diane needs to conserve money and the whole meal was only six bucks--also came with little round fried things and a soda, which I didn't drink because I had my IPA.

Anyway, we had our usual good time. I "introduced her" to Jeanne, in a manner of speaking by showing her this picture I got yesterday from Jeanne after our conversation: : 

For 88 and 95, respectively, they don't look too bad.

I mentioned the similarities between Diane and Jeanne, such as the fact that they are both the oldest of large families--Diane has or had five siblings, Jeanne four. Diane's younger sib is 17 years younger, Jeanne's 22. Incredibly, her sister is the same age as the oldest of Jeanne's four daughter. We had fun comparing them during our session. Broke up about 2:30 and I went to Target, then stopped at Von's before going home.  Among other items, a nice piece of salmon, which I had for dinner.

While I was preparing the veggie part of dinner, my neighbor, Lorraine called. I put her on speaker and just continued to season and roast cook the cauliflower. Lorraine talks a lot and mentioned she has a friend in the Victoria Care Center. I told her about Jim being there and she offered to take me with her on Monday afternoon. Good, now I won't have to call the Access Van. Oh, but bad, as I have Soaring Spirits dinner then, too. Think I'll skip that or else have Lorraine drop me off after the care center.

Ellen called after dinner and we firmed up plans for my eye doctor appointment in Camarillo on Tuesday. 

Friday

After a two-week hiatus, I went back to T.O.P.S. and it was puzzling: I went up 1.2 pounds at home, to 125.6, but down.07 at the meeting to 125.8. No prob, since I'm still in my comfort zone, but dunno why that large a discrepancy.  The meeting was reasonably okay. Lennie asked me to lead next week and before we left, I asked the other five to think of one of the most distressing  or hurtful experiences relating to overweight that may have prompted them to take it off.  I'll build a (short) program on that. 

Didn't get breakfast until 10:15 and  after a few chores, I packed my lunch and bused to the mall. Instead of eating outside, I found there's a kind of large terrace off the second floor, with small tables and chairs, so I went there and enjoyed it. Here's the view:

I was home by 3:00 and ran into Suzanne. I invited her in to chat for a bit and we caught up with each other's lives. Sadly, she said she had seen Vickie, who seems to be sinking down and is terribly discouraged at her condition. She's dealing not only with the cancer, but with the hip problem and now an infected toe again. I'll get in touch with her soon.

Speaking of getting in touch: At 9:30 pm, my phone rang and it was Jeanne Painter. It's a good thing I've been training myself to stay up later, because a few weeks ago, I would have been in bed and  asleep at that hour. I do like hearing from her, although she was clearly three sheets to the wind, as the saying goes. When she calls, she spends a lot of time bemoaning the fact that she does everything for John, who's now 95 years old and does little but sleep and drink heavily of Seagram's VO. She's been with him for fifteen years, and assures me over and over she's "in the will." She also told me of the disgusting behavior of her father during her glory days when she was a contestant for Miss Atlantic City, but I'll leave that one alone.

Lunch at Micky Dee's again with Diane today. 

Thursday

About 7:00 am, I was busily Facebooking when my phone omitted a horrendous siren blast and announced an earthquake. I was advised to take cover, etc. and AAGH! However, I didn't feel anything. Diane texted me that she had seen her medicine cabinet shake and ran into the closet to hide, although I'm not quite sure that's protective. 

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Terry and Larry came at noon and we first spent two hours talking and talking, then looked over a very small part of the early Byrne family pictures and artifacts I have. That was a lot of fun and Larry enjoyed it immensely. Here's one on the Ventnor beach, circa 1940, Larry and Frank next to Dad,  Betty and me in front:

And the one below is from the party for Mom's eightieth in 1982 at Betty's big house on Atlantic Avenue. From left, yours truly (clearly in one of my chubbier periods), Jimmy, Gene,* Frank, Betty, and Larry. (It boggles the mind to realize I'm now seven years older than Mom is here).  As Terry remarked, Frank and Larry look like Mafia drug lords.  

At one point, we started talking about the sudden and horrific accident that took my father's life on June 2, 1950. To my amazement, Larry began to cry; then so did I. He was never at all emotional as a boy or even later in life and it was somehow refreshing to see and feel honest emotion from both of us. 

We cheered up and went to the Stone Fire Grille for lunch. Larry and I both had personal pizzas with sides, Terry a vegetable platter and we chatted happily. After, we drove to town, parked at the museum,  and strolled Main Street, stopping into various stores and shops. It was very quiet, I guess because by that time, it was late in the afternoon. 

Walked back to the museum and off we went back to Telegraph Drive to said our goodbyes. What fun it was to have them here! There's a bare possibility I might go to the big Byrne Christmas gathering in December, but who knows?

Called Cheryl to ask her to pick me up for T.O.P.S. today, which she will. So now I guess I'm back into my normal life. It's a good life and the way I want it, but when visitors I love leave, I have to adjust.  

* My mother was given the middle name of "Eugene," not the feminine vesion of "Eugenia,"as that was the name of the doctor who delivered. My sister was named after her and we always called her "Gene." When she got older, it embarrassed her to have a man's name (and presumably, she constantly had to correct other's spelling), so she started spelling it "Jean." However, it's my blog, I knew her as Gene, she's not around to contradict, and I'm going with the RIGHT one! 😁

Wednesday

Ellen picked me up at noon and we drove off to Margarita Villa at the Ventura Harbor. Terry and Larry were already there and shortly, Carolyn came. What a great time we had celebrating Ellen's birthday, especially with the additional of the special guest, Margarita.                                                 The birthday girl chose strawberry: 

                                          

The cousins, Carolyn, Terry, and Ellen:

And here's the group, after a good Mexican meal:

After, we went to the museum, watched a fascinating movie about the Channel Islands, then browsed the exhibits. Here are Ellen and me on the lookout bridge:

And Terry and Ellen:

We didn't leave until after 5:00 after a fun family day. Carolyn drove home, Terry and Larry went back to the Best Western, and Ellen drove me home. Today, the Floridians will come over, we'll look over some of the Byrne/Figenshu memorabilia, then go downtown to stroll and lunch. I'm thinking of the botanic gardens, too, but I'm not sure if Larry could handle the height-terrain. 

Note: While we walking to the museum, I got a call from Victoria Care Center about Jim. I asked about his appetite and as told he ate from 75 to 100 percent of his meals--that's encouraging, I guess. Also spoke to the P.T., who said he was "holding his own." She said it still takes two people to help him stand up. Once the company leaves, I try to get over to see him next week. 

Tuesday

Terry and Larry picked me up a little after 10:00 and we drove to Santa Barbara. Got there shortly before noon and found Betty in the recreation room. I asked to have her brought out to the atrium, and the very kind and accommodating staff member wheeled her there. Shortly after, Carolyn and her son, Finn, arrived and we settled down to have a long, good, family gathering. Here's Larry saying hello to Betty when we got there, Terry in the doorway:

And in the atrium, here are the three survivors of the once eight-member Byrne family:

And here we are with Terry, Carolyn, and Finn:

We had a wonderful, two-hour afternoon with Betty, before we said goodbye to her, Carolyn, and Finn. The three of us then went to the pier for lunch. I suggested the Moby Dick, as I had been there in January when Mike, Paula, and the girls were here. We then went to the Santa Barbara Mission, thanks to Terry's suggestion (and her expert driving). Greatly enjoyed it and here are a few shots:

Home after a wonderful day, thanks to my dear niece, Terry, and my dear brother, Larry. Today, we'll go to the Margaritaville Restaurant at the Ventura Harbor to celebrate Ellen's birthday. Ellen will pick me up at noon, Larry and Terry will meet us there at 12:30 and Carolyn will join us a little later after an appointment. 

Monday

 Did a color wash, then spent the rest of the morning tidying up. Larry and Terry called when they were a short distance away and, after some confusion about which entrance I could beam them in, we met up and it was so good to see them. I got them in the Hill Street gate, so they could park in my spot, then we strolled to my apartment. We sat and chatted for a bit, then I suggested the Thai restaurant right across in the Von's shopping center and that's where we went for lunch. We had a great time and I got to know Terry  better: 

She's 64 and lives in Mississippi. She was in the navy for four years and now teaches business courses at a college. Married to (yet another) Mike, has two daughters and a grandson about to start college. She's an outgoing, talkative type and it's fun to be with her. As for Larry, at 92, he's slowed down a bit and uses a cane. However, he's mentally sound and we three enjoyed getting to know each other over lunch. 

We strolled back to my place and decided we'd go see Betty today, then Larry and Terry went back to their motel. I called niece Carolyn and she'll meet us at Villa Alamar. Tomorrow, all five of us will take Ellen to a birthday lunch at Margaritaville at the Ventura Harbor. Later, I called Larry to suggest he and Terry might like to eat at Aloha and stroll the harbor; I think it's fairly near the motel. 

Happy day: I slept straight through and just got up at 5:30--that feels so good.

Sunday

Sunday routine accomplished: changed bed, did crossword (got every one except the capitol of Oregon), and took weekly med. After breakfast, I dry-dusted the hard floors, then wet-mopped the kitchen area. 

What my grandson in Japan would like is U.S. coins, so I gathered pennies, nickels, dimes, quarters, and will send, along with an ordinary silver dollar. Maybe I'll go to the bank and add a two-dollar bill. Came across two silver dollars that are actually silver. They were in my drawer and I just can't remember where I got them. One of them is dated 1878 and, after looking it up, I saw it may be worth a fair amount--two hundred bucks or so. Eventually, I hope to get to the coin collector and ask. Don't think I'll send him that. 

Today is Mr. K.'s actual birthday--Japan is a day ahead of the U.S.--so I sent him an e-card. Will send the paper one with the coins.

Packed my lunch and ate it again in the middle: 

While there, I called Ellen and she'll come over here on Wednesday, her birthday and go out to lunch with Larry and Terry. Greg willl be back from Colorado and he plans to take her for her Bday on Thursday. Niece Carolyn texted Ellen and me and we'll be meeting up shortly, along with Larry and Terry.  

Sizzling Saturday

Hot. I'm writing this a half-hour after twelve noon and it's 85 degrees. It's expected to be 88 at 4:00. These temps are unusual for Ventura, but pale in comparison to Ellen's Ojai place. There, it's--gulp!--104. 

As for my day, I washed the bathroom rugs early on and will mop the hard floors today or tomorrow. Should vacuum, too, in preparation for Larry's and Terry's visit. I then walked over to Von's--wanted to go early before the noonday heat. Got some strawberries, fresh veggies and frozen meals, as well as paper items. 

Washed and sliced the strawberries, then sweetened with Stevia, and stowed them in the freezer. I'm not sure why, but I like them better thawed after being frozen rather than eating them immediately, but I do. Later, I had some with cottage cheese--yummy.  

Toyed with the idea of going in the pool, but didn't. I did, however, make my lunch and eat it in the middle. It was actually pleasant--up to 88, but there was a light breeze and it felt good.

Aside from that, I spent time on an e-card for my grandson in Tokyo, who will be eleven tomorrow. Sent it, but also went to CVS to get a "real" one, which I'll send shortly with his gift. Also bought a card for Ellen, whose birthday is this Wednesday. Also gathered up some items for whim which I'll describe tomorrow. Other than that, I didn't do much except watch yet more episodes of Frazier.   

It's supposed to get up to 91 today.

Friday

Uber took me to Miramar Eye for my 9:00 appointment and I saw Dr. Trotter. He finds the changes in my macular degeneration "concerning" and advised me to see a retina specialist. I made an appointment for September 17 with Dr. Teel in Camarillo. I'm nervous about it, but determined not to obsess until I get more information and some kind of  direction.

I packed a lunch, Ellen came over with hers, and off we went to the pool at 1:30. We were there until after 5:00 and it felt glorious in the cool pool considering the temp in Ventura was  was 98 degrees. At 7:00 pm, it was still 80 here, but that was practically glacial compared to Ojai where El lives--the high yesterday was 111. 

Most of the day, only another couple was at the pool until late afternoon when a family with a few kids came. It was wonderful to be there, especially with my darling daughter; we talked and talked and talked. Greg will be back from Colorado on Monday and it looks as if he'll be here for El when she gets her knee surgery on the thirtieth, so that's good. Brother Larry and niece Terry will arrive on Monday and El's birthday is Wednesday--lots going on.  

After quite some time in the big pool, we actually felt a little cool and went in the hot tub, which felt great, too. We finally left, then chatted for a while back at my place. El left, then I showered and washed my hair.

Note: Jim is now recuperating at Victorian Care Center. I talked to the people there and have agreed to be his emergency contact. 

Thursday

Busy day.  Did a quick white wash while I showered, then took care of a few other minor chores. The social worker, Angel, called. to say would be moved to Victorian Care Center today if transportation if they can get funding for transportation. Later, she called to say Medicare would pay the hundred and fifty bucks. The idea is for him to be in the care center until he recovers from COVID and his various other ailments, notably the blood infection and kidney problem.  Started my balance exercises again; I had neglected them when I was down with The Plague, but don't want to skip anymore.

Brother Larry called to say he and his daughter, Terry, will be here Monday. They're going to be staying at the Best Western "at the pier," he said, but I'm only aware of the one on Thompson Street. Will look it up.

Walked the short distance to McDonald's and met Diane. I didn't get one of the specials, instead settled for a McChicken sandwich. Incredibly, that and a soda totaled $3.22. I'm so used to eating at actual restaurants, where I regularly spend $25 to $30 for lunch, I was astounded. Of course, I didn't get the soda, as I had my IPA with me. I have to confess I also got a sundae and treated Diane to one. Haven't had ice cream for months and it was good. 

Diane and I proceeded to sit there until almost 4:00, a marathon talk session even for us. As we parted, Ellen called to tell me about her contractor contacts  I sat on a bench in the shopping center while we talked for a half hour or so. Her birthday is on Wednesday and we'll work something out about that, maybe including Greg. I then went directly to Nails D'Elegance in the same shopping center for a much needed pedicure. 

Darn, I slept very poorly last night. It's now 6:25 and I have a 9:00 eye doctor appointment. Will probably want to nap later.

Wednesday And VCMC

I visited Jim in the hospital yesterday; left about 10:30 and bused to the transit center. I usually walk to Loma Vista Road, as it's only a bit more than a mile, but yesterday, I decided to take it easy. I feel fine, have no symptoms and, of course, have tested negative twice, but I thought it was prudent, just coming off from an illness. (Imagine me being prudent--hard to believe.)

I had never been at VCMC (Ventura Community Medical Center) before and found it shiny clean and, I got the impression, well run. I think it's fairly new. It did have a security set up at the entrance, almost like the airport, but unfortunately, I guess most large public buildings do now. 

I was directed to medical/surgical one, found a nurse, and was asked to don a cone mask, plastic covering, and gloves, which I did. Went into Jim's room and saw him, of course, in bed. He's in a private room with a large picture window and nice view of flowers and foliage, I guess because he has COVID. I brought him a book--a biography of Ira Gershwin--to which he had little reaction.  For that matter, he had little reaction to my visit, but that's typical of Jim. We chatted for a few minutes, I asked if he was eating, he said nothing tasted good, and I notice on his tray an unopened box of cornflakes and an unopened carton of milk. I stayed for only ten or so--I didn't want to tire him--then said goodbye and said I'd be in touch.

I then talked to his nurse--a very nice young man--who said Jim had actually improved and, in fact, was eating a little more than he had. That was good to hear, I thanked him and left. When I went out to the lobby, I asked the receptionist to call Angel, the social worker. I spoke to her and she mentioned that Jim would have to apply for Medi-Cal (for low-income people instead of Medicare) in order to recover in a care facility. She asked if I'd help with that and I agreed, of course, although I have no idea what Jim's income is. 

I left, bused back to the transit center, went to Target and got three big grapefruits and some nice tomatoes, then bused home. Made a sandwich, took it and an IPA to the complex center along with my book (I'm re-reading one on the perils of the Grand Canyon) and enjoyed myself in the beautiful sunshine.  Lorraine called in the evening and we chatted a bit.

Tuesday

Tested again--negative. And now, with this latest, plus ten days after infection, plus no symptoms for several days, I've finished with COVID. Unless I show symptoms again, I'm not going to obsess over it. Hearted by that news, I walked over to VON'S for bread, a frozen pizza, and a few other things, including five pounds of carrots...

...What was I thinking??? Five pounds is a lot of carrots, so I had to spend some time preparing them. After washing and trimming, I put half in the slow cooker with a few tangerines, a dash of cinnamon, and set it on. The other half, I seasoned and olive oil-ed and roasted in the oven. I had some with lunch, but it's a good thing I have room in the freezer.

On the serious side, I got calls about Jim from two social workers: Cheryl from the Agency on Aging and Angel, from the hospital. I gave them some basic information (his home address and so on) and we talked over the situation. Angel will recommend that Jim enter a care facility to recover from his current condition, then possibly there'll be a permanent placement.  At this point, I agree that this is best situation possible. 

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This appeared on Instagram: my (soon to be ex) daughter-in-law, Paula, who will be participating in the Run for Hope in Singapore in November.

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