THURSDAY

 Slow-pokey day. I had intended to go into town--it's been so long--but was greeted with a gigantic waterfall coming from the sky that washed out the whole area and flushed it all all the way to the Pacific....

Oh, come off it, Mimi--there was a little sprinkle here and there and that was sporadic, but I still wasn't going to walk around. I did get over to Von's, as it just dripped a little in the morning, then let up, with just a reoccurrence for fifteen or so in late afternoon. Got salad fixings, lots of veggies, and other essentials. Made lunch and ate it on the patio.

I followed what may or may not be my new routine: a short nap after lunch. Considering my problems sleeping at night, it  probably isn't a good idea, but so far, that's what I do. Later in the day, I swept up the patio, took the trash out, and did a few other chores.

Stella called after dinner to say she'll pick me up at 3:00 to go to the happy hour at Cypress Point Independent Living today. Hey, I haven't been out for awhile, so I'm looking forward to it.

Rosa responded to my invitation to see American Sun at the Santa Paula Playhouse and we decided on the matinee on Sunday, the twenty-eighth.  

AAGH!  My sleep pattern is not good. The last few days, I've haven't been vey active and have napped after lunch and gone to bed around 10:00. I've then awakened in four or five hours--the middle of the night!--gotten up and played Jewele  Royal Match for an hour or so before getting back to bed. I must get back to my regular routine.

T.O.P.S. this morning and it might actually be just Cheryl and me. I know I'm going to have to nap sometime before Stella picks me up at 3:00. Oh, well, I'll set the alarm and keep it short. 

WEDNESDAY

I finally did it: sorted and got in order my scripts and other acting information, then organized them into three large identical containers. I was amazed at how much material I have. I divided the scripts into comedy and drama, then reserved a container for agendum, direction, and related material. What a relief, but it took me--get this--almost two hours.

I then took a nap--the jury's still out on whether daily napping is good for me or not--got up, packed a lunch, and went to my favored spot in the middle to eat it. I had made out a check for rent and utilities and stopped at the office first to drop it off.  I'd much rather pay it electronically, but for some reason, couldn't submit it that way. 

Home, I watched some of the documentary, "aka Charlie Sheen," which I'm enjoying. I've always had an affinity for people who defy convention and don't obey the rules, especially the preachy, sanctimonious kind. Boy, does Charlie fit the bill. I'm afraid I don't; all too often I conform to what people think I should be, which I believe is part nature, part nurture.  

I was pleased to have Julie text me, asking if I wanted to go to dinner with the BCNN group next Wednesday--is the Pope...does a bear...? Yes, indeedy, and I think I'll ask if she wants go to American Son at the Santa Paula Playhouse. If not, I'll see who else might be available. 

Suzanne texted she'll be going out of town on Friday to a gathering with the Sisters of Mercy up north. She won't be back until Wednesday or Thursday. 

Stella called after dinner to ask if I wanted to go with her to Cypress, a retirement place in Oxnard that she's considering. They're having a happy hour on tomorrow and I said I would--she'll get back o me about what time. I couldn't remember what place my friend, Bobbi, lives, so I called her. Hers is The Oakmont, which she likes a lot, so I'll tell Stella. We two east coasters (Bobbi's a Brooklynite and she was an au pair in Ventnor as a teen) had a nice chat otherwise.

I'm not looking forward to T.O.P.S. tomorrow, as I've been splurging more and more, but guess I'll go.

TUESDAY

Well, I got my wish, I guess: I had wanted to slow down the socializing and I did yesterday, meaning I did very little all day. I was delighted to get the Internet back, spent time on that, and cleaned up here and there. I also went through some of my filing cabinet to remove the outdated papers and did a color wash. That was about it.  

Noreen called early on and we talked about her friend, Cecelia's death and her send-off. Cecelia's sister will be arranging both and there will be some kind of service at a funeral home, then something graveside. Noreen will go to both and said she'll call me after to let me know how it went.

Then Sharon called to say she wasn't going to T.O.P.S. this week, as she'll undergo a colostomy on Monday. She has all kinds of restrictions on what she can eat a whole week ahead ahead and kept me on the phone for a half hour telling me the details. Interestingly, she won the biggest loser award (lost four pounds) last Friday, presumably because she didn't eat her usual. 

Later, Cheryl called to say Lennie wouldn't be there, either, because she was going to North Dakota, her birthplace, to her sister's ranch. I said I'd go this time, although I'm pretty sure I've gained. If Mary Ann doesn't go, there'll just be the two of us.

Anyway, I went out only to have lunch in the middle, then pretty much just lazed around. I was on the Internet a fair amount, took a nap, and did some food prep, peeling and quartering some tangerines. I also watched on T.V. an absorbing documentary about the University of Idaho murders. It seems impossible to understand why the killer did it and I guess we'll never know, as he took a plea deal--accepted responsibility, which gave him life without parole in exchange for escaping the death penalty.  

Nothing much after that, but today, I want to get my scripts and acting stuff in order and, possibly, continue with the filing cabinet. 

Okay, I'm tired of my self-imposed do-nothingness. Turned in at 10:00, then was wide awake at 4:00. Got up and played Jewel Royale Match until 5:00, went back and slept until 7:15. Today, I want to get back to the living and do what I do. 

SUNDAY AND MONDAY, DAMNIT!

The Internet is FINALLY working again. It's been so annoying since I got up yesterday morning. Okay, I'm going to cut the crap and just lightly sketch in the last two days:

SUNDAY: Ellen and Greg got here about 3:30 and we went off to town. There were a lot of people, music, and festivities on Main--very festive. As we usually do when we're in town, we stopped at the used book store first. We all browsed and Greg bought two. I didn't see anything I wanted--I almost invariably either get books out of the library, borrow from friends, or buy from thrift stores--but Greg brought over this to see if I wanted it: 

I was amused when I realized it isn't on acting techniques, but techniques for physiatrists and therapists. However, I found it interesting and possibly, could use it in Suzy's and my acting class, so bought it anyway.

We then went to Lure and I had their yummy-yum sand dabs with, of course, a hearty IPA, Ellen salmon salad, and Gregg--I think swordfish. We had a merry time talking, too, of course, Greg telling us about his recent visit to his son and family in Colorado. Here are the birthday girl and her gentleman friend: 

Drove home and--what else?--sat down to an exciting game of gin rummy. We played until about 8:00 and, annoyingly, Greg won. They left and we said goodbye after a wonderfully pleasant play-date.

MONDAY: Got up to find the Internet dead, so was at loose ends a lot of the day. (Wow, how dependent we are--or I am--on our electronic Heaven.) However, I did get some chores done--so important, I can't remember what they were. These items also went on:

1.  I called Muckie, but there was no answer. I'm afraid she may be gone--either in the hospital or gone further. I'll call again sometime, then try to get to her son. 

2.  I called to ask Suzy to give me a call back about our acting venture and my suggested  revisions to Maria's blurb.  Haven't heard back from her yet.

3.  I was in a low mood when I got ready to go to dinner with the Soaring Spirits gang. In fact, when I went out to get the bus at 5:00 (we meet at 6:00), the traffic was so heavy, I actually got nervous and turned back. Then I decided I would go, so went back. Got the 10 bus to the transit center, then to 11 to Telephone Road and Stone Fire Grille. Everybody was there already and I was greeted enthusiastically.  Got a pasta dish and the usual hazy IPA, then started chatting and my spirits rose.

4. As usual, Vera took me home and by that time, I was feeling much better emotionally. I fumed when I discovered the Internet was still down, so I simply sat down and continued reading the Clinton book. The TV is carried by the same company, so I couldn't watch anything there, either.  However, I slept well, which happily surprised me.

Now, let's pray the God of Electronics favors me and keeps this laptop jiving!

SATURDAY, AND OULD SOD SHENANIGANS, AND JOHN

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I did indeed get the filing done, but only the assorted stuff, not the acting class info. That's all right, as it isn't urgent--but it took me almost an hour, as I needed to set up new files, discard some things, and so on. What I need to do now is go through and discard some thing. Hmm, I may get to that before I turn 90. 

I sent Maria, of Help of Ojai, some moderations of the description she sent us. It's not bad, but it suggests that we'll tutor experienced actor, as well as beginners and that isn't really accurate. Personally, I wish we were going under the title of my previous class, "Acting for Amateurs," but oh well, if Meryl Steep turns up, we'll just have to deal with it.  

I decided not to audition for Hit The Seat. Suzy said it's a one-person show and I'm not confident about my memory any more, especially if the player will be carrying the whole play herself. Besides, rehearsals will presumably be going on at the same time we'll be teaching the class. 

That Irish dinner last night was very enjoyable! Suzanne drove Vickie and me and we walked into the school hall  about 6:00: 

The food was pretty good, served buffet style, of course, but what I had been wondering is: Will the Irish poison be available? It was, and I was amazed it was included in the full price of thirty bucks. Naturally, I had an IPA, Vickie a glass of white and Suzanne a virtuous soda. The entertainment--no surprise--was Irish dancing on the stage and that was such fun to see:

The Irish band played Hungarian music (HA!), then sat down to eat.  The violinist, Barb, sat next to me and fell into conversation. We seemed to have a lot in common--not religion, however, as she's a fundamentalist Christian, a  member of one of the small sects that pop up all over in this area. Anyway, I gave her my card and would be happy to get to know her better. That's Barb below, second from left: 

Ellen called and said she and Greg will pick me up today about 3:30 and we'll go to Lure, rather than Sea Fresh. Actually, I was going to suggest we go there; I like both places a lot, but I actually prefer Lure. Besides, they'll have to drive only half as far to pick me up and drop me off.

Slept like a stone, as the Brits say--happy day!

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Addition:  Just now, at 9:17 am (PST) on Sunday, Jeanne Painter sent me a text to say John died 2:50 am in Jersey. Coincidentally--and appropriately, I was able to add Jeanne's daughter singing Over The Rainbow to John a short time ago:

Rest in Peace, John.

FRIDAY

Suzy and I met at Dargan's for lunch and proceeded to talk for almost three hours over sandwiches and IPAs. I've now decided I will take an equal part in the acting class, rather than be the "visiting artist." Suzy and I also got to know each other personally and liked what we saw. Generally, our ideas about politics, religion, and so on are similar, if not identical. She's 73, was born and brought up in Michigan, married three times, the first at nineteen, and has children with her first and second husbands--none with Steve, her current one, whom I know as the bass player in their trio. By profession, he's a botanist and is now doing research out in the wild somewhere upstate. 

Suzy told me about an open audition in Santa Paula in September 27 for a woman between 65 and 80; she said she thought of me as soon as she saw it:

It's for a short film, not a play and she's urging me to try for it. I'm on the fence, though--not sure I'm up for it. After we said goodbye, I stopped at a few shops, then bused home. 

Mike called after dinner and we had a good talk. Can't wait to see him and Vivian for Thanksgiving. I signed up to give a monthly donation to Charity Water, which is dedicated to providing clear water to poorer populations around the world. I commented on their web site: "Send water, not bombs!"

Jeanne Painter texted me a video of her adult granddaughter singing to her long-time gentleman friend, accompanying herself on her guitar. I wanted to post it here, but unfortunately, don't know how to retrieve it from text. However, here's  a pic she sent a few weeks ago--Jeanne and John with her four beautiful daughters:     

Suzanne texted me that she, Vickie, and I will leave for our Irish dinner tonight at 5:40. Should be fun. 

Today, I am determined to examine, organize, sort, and file the piles of paperwork I've somehow left on flat surfaces here and there. Wish me luck!

THURSDAY

Pretty slow day, but that suited me fine. I called Cheryl to tell her I wasn't going to T.O.P.S. today. I just didn't feel like it, since I was meeting Suzy at noon to discuss our possible joint venture into teaching and acting group. I'm still not absolutely sure I want to participate at all, let alone do it jointly. We'll meet for lunch at Gargans's first, then talk it over in the conference room at the library. 

Ellen came over at 3:00 to download my bank account re the damn solar panel payments. It's incredible that businesses are allowed to get away with this stuff. She had already eaten while I had lunch and while she she was working at my laptop, she spied the jigsaw puzzle under my bedside table. As it  turned our, she likes to do them, so I gave it to her, jokingly saying it was her birthday present and now I wouldn't have to take her and Greg out to lunch.  Tentatively, the three of us will have lunch on Sunday at Sea Fresh, as Greg is back from Colorado.

Before El left, El printed out the info to BOA and the damn Solar Express Experts or whatever the hell it's called. I hope the problem is not over. I walked El out to the car and told her about when I got pregnant with her. Patrick was four, Alison two, and I had hoped I'd have another girl, so she could be close with her big sis--and I did and she is. Then when I found my next was coming, I hoped for a boy, so it would balance out--and it did. 

Went to bed at my current usual, 10:00 and as ever, read for fifteen or so before I turn in--good thing, as the phone rang just as I was about to shut down. It was Jeanne Painter, calling to tell me that John really is shutting down--dying, that is. The people from Hospice have him on morphine and, although he doesn't have dementia, he's more or less out of it. I commiserated with her, but I know it's a relief. 

I'm meeting Suzy today about our possible acting course for Help Of Ojai and will discuss our roles in the enterprise--assuming I decide to do it.  I'm still on the fence about it. 

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A snide postscript: I was concerned on Wednesday when I was trying to leave HEARUSA that it was difficult to find the door: 

There were only two exit signs, the door itself, and the large window showing the outside. Whew--glad I made it out! 😁 

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WEDNESDAY AND ELLEN'S BIRTHDAY

 Not a bad day. I did something or other in the morning, then packed my lunch and bused to HEARX. I completely forgot that I could have had gone via Uber, courtesy of my health insurance, SCAN. It was probably just as well, though, as I needed the walk to the bus stop. Speaking of bus stops, I missed the one I should have gotten off and to walk back. Okay, that was okay, too.

Amanda fitted me with the new mold and so far, so good. She put it in and I just hope it will continue and I can easily fit it myself. I had intended to travel on to town after, but I changed my mind and bused home instead. I stopped at home to pick up my book, then took out to my favored stop at the pool and ate there. That wasn't until 3:00, but I prefer to eat lunch late, then have a light dinner about 7:00.

Ellen called to tell me she's like to celebrate her birthday (which is today--happy birthday, honey!💘) on Sunday, as Greg wouldn't be back from Colorado until late last night and would probably be too tired to go out today. That's fine by me and the three of us will go to Sea Fresh in Ojai. El also said she'd come today about 2:30 or 3:00 in order to download the information about my payments to MJR and send it to Spruce Power, the idiots.  Well, at least I'll see her for a bit today, then on Sunday, too.

Good news: My blogging buddy, Pat R. has come up with a new site. She can also add pictures and I was amused, as she obviously put in a picture of one of my grandcats, (they're identical twins):

Oh, it must be Gwennie because she looks so mean. 

TUESDAY AND TROUBLE

A frustrating day and there seem to be plenty later. Printer paper was stuck, but I didn't try to fix it, as I was spending all my time and energy on the solar/credit score problem. I don't even want to describe it, except to say I again made phone calls ad infinitum.  Later, I took my lunch and ate at the pool. Did I go in? No, it was a little too breezy. (Besides, I didn't have my bathing suit on😁.)

Noreen called with sad news: Her friend of 67 years has died. She said their sons grew up together, they went through divorces at the same time, and had been best friends and confidants since they were young marrieds. She is devastated and I feel so sorry for her. Time is a thief. 

Happily, Ellen had come to Ventura for a doctor appointment--doc said her knee was doing very well. El then came over, fixed the printer, (paper jam)  and called Spruce Power, the outfit in Houston that had bought MJR Solar. She was on the phone for almost an hour and I fervently hope the damn thing is okay now and that my credit score will revert back to exceptional.

El left at 5:15, as she was going to "Game Night" at the clubhouse where she lives. Her birthday is tomorrow, but we decided we'd celebrate it on Saturday when Greg is back from Colorado. Darn, I didn't look at my calendar and saw that "Irish Night" is Saturday--I'll see if they're available on Sunday. 

I have a hearing aid appointment at 1:00 today and wouldn't you know--they've been satisfactory lately. Well, I'll take the new mold, anyway, and see if it's better.

MONDAY

I fervently hope these down days aren't a constant trend, but they seem to be continuing. I'm still grappling with that supposed $86 overdue bill and the drop in my credit rating. After being on the phone continually with no useful information, I filed a dispute with Experian. I got back a lot of crapola, and as for phone calls, they included Experian, Chase, Chase Credit Journey, Transunion, Solar Services Experts, and maybe more. At this point, I''m ready to give up--I'd actually pay the fraudulent charge if I knew where to send it. Incredibly, I haven't yet found that out. 

Several weeks ago, I had scheduled the carpet cleaners to come today, but I just couldn't face trying to prepare for them--I don't even sure how--so I called and put it off for two weeks. Hope I can get it done by the 23rd. 

At 11;00,  I set out for lunch at the Stone Fire Grille with the Soaring Spirits crew, but I never even went out the gate. It was very hot and I didn't feel like walking to Telephone Road, then bussing to the Barnes & Nobel shopping center, then reversing the trip. So I  went back home, packed my lunch, and took it out to the middle to eat. I then lay down and took a nap. 

I was a little refreshed after that and went over to CVS for Vision Shields. I couldn't believe they cost $31.00 so I'll see if I can get them cheaper on-line. I had perked up a bit until I got the mail--the Easter card I had sent Violet on--get this--April 10th--was returned yesterday. Hey, it took only a day more than five months and I suspect it was because of the ever less efficient U.S. Mail.

SUNDAY AT BENJAMIN'S AND CAROLINE'S PLACE

I guess I've had worse days than yesterday, but I can't think of any off-hand. For openers, I'm still dealing with the supposedly $86 overdue thing, tried to print it out and id didn't print. I was "told" it was a problem with a paper jam, but can't seem to fix it. I tried to print something and it worked fine. I then tried another and it didn't. After I followed what it advised, I still had no luck.

Also, I was dreading conducting the Dudley House tour. I hadn't done it for six months or so and kept putting off going over the spiel. I was also dreading the fact that I wanted to tell Lynne I would no longer be a docent. It's been more and more difficult to remember the narrative, not to mention going up and down the front stairs. Then when I was getting dressed in my 1892 Caroline Dudley outfit, I realized I'd have to wear modern shoes; I had thrown my "ballerinas" away after "Backstage Bedlam." Okay, they didn't look right, but the alternatives were either sneakers or white satin.

To top it off, I went out to wait for the Access Van at 11:30, which didn't come and didn't come. Called and found the driver was waiting at the Woodland Avenue gate. This has happened time and again and it's such a pain in the ass. I called again and, without going into detail, I had to go out to the street and was finally picked up. Got at Dudley House about 12:15 and, of course, nobody was there yet, as the first tour is scheduled for 1:00, so I had to sit outside and wait. Lynne came shortly, though, and the day improved.

I enjoyed talking to Lynne, Jan, and in particular, Jan's daughter. She in her twenties, sings with an eight-member band in Ojai, and is fun to talk to about local show-biz topics. Lynne, director of docents, had attended Backstage Bedlam, and chimed in how much she enjoyed it. 

I conducted the downstair tour for three sets of attendees and did okay, I guess; I had to refer to my script several times, though.  Happily, I was able to tell Lynne I would no longer docent. I said I'll miss, in particular, the covered dish/bi-annual meetings, but she assured me I'd be invited anyway.  Of course she was sorry to lose me as a docent, but she understood. I did say I'd act as greeter at the Christmas Boutique, which isn't scripted. 

Lynne drove me home and I got in about 5:00. I immediately put my Mrs. Dudley outfit in the wash--don't know when I'll ever wear it again. I had had breakfast at 9:30 and nothing else after, so I then had an early dinner of cauliflower, onions, and a cold and delish IPA. 

Happily, I slept well and actually didn't get up until the alarm went off at 7:00. Soaring Spirits lunch today, to which I'm looking forward; because of rehearsals, I missed both September gatherings. 

While waiting for Lynne, I took this of the front stairs of Dudley House. I wonder sometimes if Benjamin and Caroline are hovering there, maybe over a plate of Carrie's biscuits and gravy.  

SATURDAY

I got an email notice from Experion saying my credit rating, which had always been listed as "exceptional," had been lowered to "very good." Why? Because I somehow had overlooked a Chase credit card bill of $86 and it was now overdue. What? I don't even use a Chase credit card anymore. After multiple phone calls, I found the supposed bill is from "Solar (Something) Experts." I called them, they didn't know anything about it, and so on and on. The upshot was the source, Chase Credit Journey, will call me on Tuesday evening and try to get to the bottom of it--what a drag! 

 I'm doing docent duty at Dudley House today and must dig out my costume. Also, must go over my spiel; when you conduct the tour only every six months or so, it gets hazy in your mind.  Called the Access Van to be picked up (Docent Director Lynne will take me home) and was horrified to be told pick-up would be between 11:30 and 12:00. Good grief, it's only twenty minutes or so away and I don't have to be there until 1:00! Oh, well, I hope somebody's there earlier. 

Had lunch, then napped for about a half hour; felt livelier when I got up. Went over to Von's for eggs, apples, and a few other items. Home, I washed,  seasoned, and quartered the apples and put them to stew in the slow cooker. Took out the trash, cleaned up a bit, and did some other minor chores.

Luckily--and finally--I slept well last night; got up at 6:30, feeling good and rested. Took my once-a-week pill, made the bed, and will now end this not-very-interesting.

FRIDAY AND FRANKIE

 Kind of a pokey day, probably because I had slept so poorly. However, I was the biggest loser at T.O.P.S., with a 1.9 pound loss (to 131.5).  At home, I was 130.2 for a loss of two pounds. And oh, boy, big money: There were only four of us, plus Cheryl's sister, who was visiting, so I won a big three dollars. Sharon didn't attend; she had called me earlier to say she had had to go to Urgent Care for treatment of an ITU. 

Home, put in a white was, had breakfast, then went to Von's and CVS for necessities. Made lunch, ate it at the pool area, and took a nap.  Sharon called again late in the afternoon to tell me Lewis received the letter from DMV again turning down his request for get his license back. Now he had 94 days to file yet another appeal. We talked for 45 or so--I feel so sorry for her.

Mike Facetimed about 8:00 pm and we had a conversation which included the song "On A Little Street in Singapore," which he said was very popular in the 40s. I never heard of it, but here's Frankie: 

 https://youtu.be/dIaTUvqKYNo

Unfortunately, I again had a restless night. I must sleep better tonight, as tomorrow I have docent duty at Dudley House. 

THURSDAY--BREAKFAST WITH SHANNON, BIRTHDAYS, AND LIMBO

 As noted, Shannon picked me up at 9:30 and we drove the mile or so to Two Trees. We both had eggs Benedict, which were yummy, then proceeded to talk, talk, talk for--incredibly--more than two hours. We covered our backgrounds, ideas (political, religious, and otherwise) and an array of other topics. At one point, Shannon mentioned the erroneous beliefs of non-RC friends, i.e. that non-baptized babies went to Hell, according to the R.C. Church. I set her straight, but even while I informed her about Limbo, I realized how insane it was.  Although Shannon is younger than my youngest child, the affinity for each other was very apparent.  Didn't get dropped off until almost noon, but we vowed to meet again--next time at the Little Lion, right across the street in the Von's Shopping Center.

Damn, I told Shannon I'd send her my Hell On Wheels script, but now I can't seem to email it, although I can call it up. Will keep trying. Spent a lot of time trying to use Amazon Japan to send a gift card to Mr. K. in Tokyo--he'll be twelve years old next week. I was finally successful and ditto with a birthday card. 

Happily, Ellen called me in the afternoon, said she had a podiatrist appointment in Ventura and did I want her to come over and try again with the printer? Did I want her to--? Oh, mama, did I! She came over, fixed it, told me how to access the right thing, and boy, was I grateful. What's more, she stayed for another hour and we chatted about her house renovations, her birthday (next week!), and what's going on in our lives.  That was even better than the printer fix. While El was here, Sharon called to say she wasn't going to T.O.P.S. today, as she had had to go to Urgent Care because she had a UTI; she gets them frequently and was feeling low. 

As for my life, I texted Suzy that I was having second thoughts about the acting class, which I am. I think I don't want to take that on--it's all the way in Ojai, I've never done the workshop with another person, and frankly, it seems like a lot of work, especially when it's gratis. That sounds like pretty shabby reasoning, but hey, that's how I feel. I got the nicest, sweetest text back from Suzy suggesting that I serve as "visiting artist on occasion" and that suits me fine. We decided we'd meet for lunch at Dargan's next Friday, and I'd reserve the conference room at the library and we'd discuss plans there. Whew--I'm much relieved.    

Darn, it's now 2:14 am. I got up for the usual an hour ago, then tossed and turned; can't seem to sleep. I don't know who all will be at T.O.P.S. this morning and I'm not enthusiastic about it myself. I think I've gained--again--and the so-called "meetings" are an awful bore.  Oh, well, guess I'll grin and bear it. 

It's now7:22 am and I've perked up a bit, but I know a nappy-nap is in my near future...

NOTE: I have no idea, but although I tried to change it, this post keeps reverting back to being published on September 4. It's actually Friday, September 5, damnit!

WEDNESDAY

I was determined to go back to my healthier regime, so after breakfast, I made and packed lunch and walked to Wal-Mart for avocados, batteries, and a few other staples. I had intended to eat where I used to in the office park, but it was so hot, I decided it wasn't a good idea. Instead, I bused home, put my things away, and ate in the middle. After, I took a half-hour or so nap, then prepared my roasted cauliflower, which I had for a light dinner. I also made up a big lettuce and tomato salad, added a can of string beans, and had that as a late-night (to me that means nine or so pm.

At 9:30, Shannon is picking me up and we're going to breakfast. I know she and Jeff are speaking again and may be reconciling, and she said she wants to talk about; I'll be interested to hear.  Here's Shannon, backstage at Backstage Bedlam, with her wardrobe of wigs: 

Below, she's wearing one of them with the star of Fractured Actors, her ten-year-old diva daughter, Harper:

TUESDAY

 Not the best of days: After I put a wash in, I sat down at the laptop, did my thing, the decided to print some information on the Access Van for Sharon. Selected the info, pressed "print" and it wouldn't print. I'm not going into detail, except to say, I Facetimed Ellen and she tried to guide me through the fix, step by step for more than an hour, but with no luck. She had the contractor coming over, plus had errands to make and I felt so bad to have monopolized her time that way. We decided I'll consult Asurion to see if I could get any suggestions for what to try next.

Well, that was the plan, but I never got there. I had a late lunch, then took a longer nap than I had intended; it was 4:40 when I go up. I just didn't feel like going out--it was so hot and I was tired. Instead, I cleaned and chopped two pounds of onions, then fried them; froze some and put the others in the fridge so I can add them to things. 

More stumbles: I had charged my medical alert device overnight, but about 5:00 pm, it informed me it needed to be charged. I put it back in the charger, then called the company. I was told that the company (Connect America) was experiencing connection problems with its charger and I would receive a new one in the mail. 

And more: I called Julie to see if she was going to the BCNN meeting today, but no, she's driving to Colorado. Since four (or five, can't recall) members had gone to my show, I wanted to go, so called the Access Van for transportation. However, when I got up just now, I changed my mind. I've been off my healthy food/good exercise regime, have gained weight and want to nip this in the bud, so I called to cancel. I'll walk to Wal-Mart instead, as I need to pick up a few things.

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Many thanks to my blog buddy, Pat R. for the photos below. The second one, Holy Spirit class of 1952, has her brother and mine in it, but I can't quite identify them.  In the first one, I can several of them.

                                         

Above, front row from left, before table: Pat Mooney, Mary Ann(?) Barker, Elva Gruhler, Michael Keating. Other side of table: Maura Wolfe,  Joan Fiore, and Mary Latzo. Behind table, l. to r.: Pat Reynolds, Cassie Wayland, Peggy Hartman. George Wimberg is standing in the back, to the right of the mirror. I know several of them are gone, including Joan, Mary, Cassie, and Peggy--surely others are, too. 

O lost and by the wind grieved/Ghost, come back again.

                                        

Holy Spirit High School, Atlantic City, NJ, Class of 1952.

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MONDAY

Happy, happy day--Ellen fixed my laptop and installed my printer! It took her almost an hour, as the printer hookup is pretty intricate. As to why I couldn't get into this blog, it had something to do with the way I closed it down and started it up again; I hope I do it right the next time.

We then went to lunch at the Cabo Beach Grille, a small Mexican restaurant right across the way in the Von's shopping center.  I had a burrito and an IPA, natch, and we sat outside, which was lovely. It was very warm, but with a gentle cool breeze. 

After, we dropped my book off at the library, then drove down to Grocery Outlet for tomatoes, Romaine    lettuce, paper products, and so on. El left for home about 5:00 and I sat down to sketch in Saturday and Sunday on this blog, and now, cover Monday's doings.

Suzanne texted me with an invitation to this "Halfway to St. Patrick's Dance" on September 13:

I accepted and will go with Suzanne, Vickie, and our neighbor, Kathy. All three are strongly committed RCs, but I don't hold that against them--(joke, joke, I'm only kidding!). Anyway, it looks like fun. 

Shannon had asked if I could meet her for breakfast and we texted back and forth. We decided on Two Trees on Thursday. She'll pick me up at 9:30.

SATURDAY--LAST PERFORMANCE AND SUNDAY--STRIKE AND CAST PARTY

Since this blog was down since Saturday morning, I can't remember half of what went on and will just sketch out as best I can. Okay, I got the pic from Carolyn of my twins' crew when they attended Friday night:  

From left, Finn, Dana, Yours Truly, Carolyn, Robyn, Steve

At Saturday's show--the last one--five of my friends from BCNN came and they all loved it. I introduced them to some of the cast and they were very appreciative. Erica asked us to take all our possessions home we could remember home and just see anything left behind on Sunday. This time, I didn't bother to change back into my jeans and shirt--just kept my fancy dress on and wore my sneakers. Didn't get home until after 11:00, had something to eat and fell into bed at some ungodly hour. As ever, "the last" was both full of grief and a great relief. You get your life back, but you have to give up the excitement, the concentration, the feeling of fellowship, the praise, the laughter, and the feeling that the stage is where you belong. 

SUNDAY: As mentioned, I barely remember the early part of the day (I know I did a wash and made cabbage fritters--big whoops), but I do later. Rowena picked me up at 3:45 and we went off to help with striking the set. I took care of delivering some the props to the prop room, helping clear out the dressing rooms, and so on. The guys, of course, took out the wooden structures, including the makeshift stage and so on and delivered them to the storage room. All that and much more was finished in about two hours and after that, we partied. There were about fifty large pizzas of all possible types: cheese, sausage, pepperoni, vegetables, pineapple (ugh!), honey (double ugh!), plus appetizers of shrimp and other goodies, as well as salad, homemade cookies, and soda, wine, and beer. After the meal, various people sang karaoke, some really, really good. The "awards" were then present--all in the cast and crew were called to the front, were the objects of a funny anecdote*, presented with flowers (I got red roses), and applauded loudly. Home about 10:00 again stayed up for a bit, then bed. 

*As for mine, a reference was made about Zach, one of the dancers, lifting my IPA. Well, you  had to be there...

FRIDAY--SECOND TO LAST

Weight report: I knew I would, but I didn't realize it would be this bad:  I gained 2.6 at home, to 132.4 and 2.8  at T.O.P.S. to 133.6 darn!  Oh, well, I'm going to get serious now, I hope. Home at 10 something, had oatmeal and grapefruit for breakfast, then took a nap, even though I had slept okay. After, I swept the patio to clear the pine needles, then did a bleach wash. Had a big salad for lunch, then got ready for the second-to-last "Backstage Bedlam." 

I had intended to start personalizing my verse to cast and crew, but decided to wait until today--our last performance--to do it and hand them out today when I'll have gotten a program. Assembled my clothes, showered, washed my hair, and went out to wait for Rowena to pick me up at 6:15.

As it turned out, it was probably my best ever. I really got in the swing of it and did well; in fact, the entire cast seemed to be up a notch. Of course, I don't know that for sure, as so far, I haven't seen the whole show, but it felt that way. 

I was surprised and grateful when Carlita gave me a darling little key chain with a sparkly horse head on it. She's the one who owns a ranch in Thousand Oaks and I had admired the chain she uses. Unfortunately, I left it at the theatre--will take a picture of it and include in tomorrow's entry. 

Re pics. here are a slew of them; I took the first, rest are courtesy of Amy:

Lindsay and Kathy

Lindsay and Dolores

l. to r. back: Shannon, Lindsay, Dolores; Mandy in front

l. to r., outside: Mandy, Kathy, Inna, Suzy, Jonathan 

James and Steve

Tracy and Dolores

Inna

Harper and Amy

Shari and me

I was so happy to see niece Carolyn, her husband Dana and son, Finn, along with nephew Steve and his wife, Robyn. (I said she was a glutton for punishment, as she had attended our opening night with Ellen.) Had a great time receiving their congratulations and chatting after. We took a pic of us together, which I'll receive soon and will post here, of course.

I didn't get home until--gasp!--11:00 and was starved, so made myself a sandwich and popped open an IPA and watched a little T.V.  When I turned in, it was close to one am and no, I had no problem sleeping soundly.

Tonight is our last and oh, boy, will it be hard to adjust to civilian life!

THURSDAY

Although I had had a problem with sleeping, I got up at 7:00 and followed my usual routine. (Wow, I got Wordle on two; word was  "split.") More exciting (😅), before breakfast, I dusted and washed the hard floors, and washed and dried the scatter rugs. 

I finished the rhyme I'm giving to all the cast and crew members. It's not the greatest, but I didn't have much time. Here it is: 

B oy, did we have fun

A cting bright and breezy,

C onsidering the cast,

K illing it was easy;

S uccess! We were happy

T o be there

A t a venue sweet and fair,

G rasp this, no matter what your age,

E verybody on our stage:

B e aware the future's bright,

E ven though the end's in sight,

D on't forget this, cast and crew,

L ots of laugher that we knew,

A nd please accept this mention, too:

M y everlasting thanks to you!

It's mediocre, but I didn't have much time and I think they'll like it. Dammit, I can't find the BB program, so will have to get one tonight; I want to be sure to include everybody. My new printer is supposed to get here today and I didn't want to take a chance it wouldn't, so I asked Suzanne to print me up two copies. She did and I packed my lunch, then bused to Office Depot to have thirty copies made. I'll put personal notes on each one and will decorate them separately. Of course, I won't be able to do all of them, as I have to get a program tomorrow, so I can include everybody--sometimes I feel as if I have an actual job.

I decided to eat in the middle, instead of near Office Depot, so took my lunch out and enjoyed it. By that time, it was 4:30 and this was only my second meal of the day. I guess you could call it "dunch" or "linner." 

Ellen called and we decided she'd come on Monday instead of tomorrow to set up the printer. I'll then go back to her place and stay overnight. Stella called to tell me she's also feeling stressed out, with a lot stuff going on. Her son, Joshua, who lives in Spain, will be in on Saturday, but will first stay with a friend in Burbank before he gets to Stella's. She said she'd let me know when he gets there and we'll meet him for lunch.

So the show is on tonight and tomorrow, then we go dark. I'm actually looking forward to having some down time, so I can address some of my long-neglected items.  

A bright note: I slept well and feel perkier today. However, I know I've gained and that's depressing. Hope to get back on the straight and narrow soon.   

WEDNESDAY

On Facebook I had gotten a listing of the 110 top golfers in history and glanced over it, then sent it to Vickie. She enjoyed it, as her late partner, Mary, was an avid golfer. I mentioned that I was surprised Babe Zaharias wasn't listed; she was a huge golf star, as I remember. Vickie texted her thanks, then called to see if I was available for a chat. Sure, and I told her to come over. She lives only a minute or so walk away, so I just opened the door before she got here. To my amazement, a little bird--maybe a wren or sparrow--flew into to my living room. It aimed toward the sliding glass door to the patio, hit it, then swerved and flew right out the door again. Vickie was just coming up the front path and we were both relieved the bird seemed to be okay.

Vickie brought me this: 

                                                   

It had been Mary's book and Vickie asked if I'd like to borrow it. Yes, indeed, biography is my favorite form of literature. (My least favorites are fictionalized versions of bios, history, and other embellished facts.) Vickie stayed for a half-hour and we had a nice visit.  She asked if I'd like someday to go putting with her. Sure, I like new experiences, but to start actually playing golf--that ain't gonna happen. We chatted for a few more minutes, as Vickie was just on her break--she works at home--so we said goodbye after fifteen or so and I bused to Danny's Deli to meet Noreen. She and I got there about the same time and settled into one of our good, intimate, talk sessions. I had a pastrami dip, which probably had enough calories for the week, plus a Liquid Candy hazy IPA (heaven in a glass) and Noreen chicken Alfredo and champagne. We were there, as usual, for almost two hours and when we left, ran into two gentlemen on the front porch:

I think their names are Mr. Gaunt and Sir Bony.

Noreen doesn't do Facebook or text, so gave me her friend, Gary's, email and ask that I send the pic to him.  Bused home and stopped at Von's on the way for salad fixings and a few other items. I sat and watched a half hour of T.V. (this is getting to be a habit in the late afternoons and should I be concerned?), then conked out, took an hours' nap, and felt good after that. 

I was so pleased to get a call from niece Carolyn telling me that she and some of her family are going to the show tomorrow--the penultimate production!  They got back from Jersey a week or so ago and I'll be glad to see them there.

Sharon also called last night, to ask for more information about the Access Van and, sadly, the continuing dilemma with her husband's lack of a license. She's not happy with the attorney they hired and they have many other problems. One of them is the fact that they have no Internet devices--neither computer or printer and in this day and age, that's a crippling situation. We talked for almost an hour and I'll see her tomorrow at T.O.P.S.  

Unfortunately, after I went to bed, I developed a terrible itching of my left-foot toes and it kept me awake for a long time.  I don't know if it's athletes' foot or what, but I'm going to call the doc for advice. 

TUESDAY

Suzanne and I left for WinCo at 8:45 and got back in about an hour. I got some good produce--cabbage, cauliflower, onions, tomatoes, spinach and a few other items. I wasn't hungry, as I had snacked at night, so had only a few handfuls of blueberries for breakfast. When I got home, I cooked the spinach after adding olive oil, vinegar, and garlic and had a bowl of that--weird, but enjoyable. 

Ellen got here a little after one and we first went to UPS, as she had something to mail, then to Wood Ranch for lunch. This has gotten to be a favorite because they have the best barbequed chopped salad with chicken. We ate, then went to Office Depot and, after a great deal of examination, questions, and discussion, I settled on a particular printer to replace my old one. This is a Brothers, not a Canon, and it did get good reviews. However, they didn't have one in stock, so will have to deliver it in a few days.

Home after that and Ellen had to leave a bit after 4:00, but when the printer comes in, she'll be back to install it. It was in the upper seventies, so I changed into shorts and a tee-shirt and put in a load of color wash. A bit after six, I called Noreen to see if she could meet for lunch today--she could and we will, at good ol' Danny's Deli. 

I was tired, for some reason, so went to bed at 9:00. Big mistake, as I woke up at 2:30 and--AAGH!--now it's 3:15 and I'm sitting here at the laptop.  Hope I can go back to dreamland soon...

Well, I did after about a half-hour, but until only 6:15. I'm going to have to get a nap in sometime today. 

MONDAY

Early morning, Suzanne texted me an invitation to join her for her bi-weekly visit to WinCo today. I happily accepted and we'll go at 8:45. Later, Ellen asked if we could switch our Thursday date to today and yes, she'll pick me up at noon, we'll go to Office Max, where I'll look for a new printer, then she'll leave at 4:00 to meet with her contractor. 

Yesterday was not a bad day, but somewhat slow. I had intended to bus to town and tour the shops, but that went awry: I made lunch, packed up my cart, and set off, but before I got out of the complex, I decided it was too hot. I was passing Vickie's place about 12:30 and I changed my plans. Knowing she works at home, I texted her to see if she might be available and, as it turned out, she was. I settled into an umbrellaed table and Vickie joined me shortly thereafter. She had brought her lunch with some extra watermelon and we settled in for a good visit and talk. Suzanne happened to come over for her daily swim and we three chatted away, then Vickie and I settled into some good, serious talk.   

After, she went back to work (at home) and I stayed for a bit, then left. Watched T.V. for awhile, then took a nap. Other than the exciting news that I took the trash out, there wasn't much else happening. 

SUNDAY

 Didn't do a whole heck of a lot early on yesterday, aside from hard-boiling some eggs. Had lunch, then went out to wait for Amber to pick me up at 3:15. She did, we got there shortly, and the matinee went on at 5:00. I flubbed "Heart's Desire" a little--started the same stanza twice--but recovered well and I don't think the audience noticed, which is all that matters. 

Glory be, it was still light out when we left. For those of us who consider 9 PM practically the middle of the night, matinees are wonderful. Home, had something to eat, watched some easily forgettable T.V., turned in at 10 and slept the good sleep. Here are some pics from last night:    

Amy and Carlita before show.

Kathy, Lindsay, and Bob

L. to r.: Amy, Kathy, Mandy, Bob; Rowena at top.

Much as I love Backstage Bedlam and Fractured Actors, I'm looking forward to three days off. We go on next Friday and Saturday, then close. Cast Party is Sunday. 

SATURDAY

Got up at 7:20, did a color wash, including the jeans and shirt I wear for "Hearts Desire." I called my friend, Rosa, to fill her in on the show. Because she's of Mexican descent, I thought she'd like to see it, but I haven't heard back from her yet. Breakfasted and really did little after, aside from a short nap and eating lunch on the patio. Showered, washed my hair, then waited outside for Amber to pick me up at 6:30. 

The show last night went very well, I think sharper and more focused than the others. Although the audience was sparse, they were receptive and laughed in all the right places. After the finale, when we prance off the stage, I was pleased to be greeted by Lynne W., docent director of Dudley House, whom I've known almost since I got to California. She had brought a friend and I introduced them to Amber, who happened to be nearby. I'm scheduled to docent in just two weeks on September 7--I'd better start reviewing my tour talk.

Home after 10:00, as usual and stayed up almost until midnight. Oddly, although I haven't been sleeping as long as usual, I'm feeling pretty alert. I'm so glad it's the matinee today and the show starts at 5:00. 

Here are some shots in our minuscule dressing room, which is about the size of a powder room:

Shannon, Erica, and Harper with tiny hands.

Shannan and her wig wardrobe/

Harper, the incredible opera-singing 10-year-old and her Mom, Shannon.

FRIDAY AND ALLIGATORS

Slept okay, awoke about 6:15, breakfasted, too, took a short nap, went over to Von's for this and that, made lunch, ate it in the middle, then showered and dressed in my cowgirl-ish performance clothes. Amber, back from the wedding in Texas, texted that she'd pick me up, so I notified Amy. 

Just hung out most of the day and ate lunch in the middle. Tried to nap, but couldn't fall sleep--little going on until we left at 5:45. Since the show doesn't start until 8:00, it's really a drag to get there so early, but that's showbiz, I guess. 

James, Steve, and Suzy, the Short Attention Span Band.

On the right, Steve and Suzy at Sam's Place in Ojai. They sometimes play with others

When I recited my "Heart's Desire," I flubbed, damnit. I said the "...but I was still a lady..." verse and after, somehow started it again. I recovered by make a joke of it, though, and wasn't too upset by it. 

Home at a harrowing 10:20 and didn't get to bed until--unbelievably--well after midnight. Got up at 7:20 to brew my coffee (I can't live without it) and heard some odd sounds from outside. This is what I saw from the window:   

Tree trimmer high up

Tree trimmer close up

Well, I guess they have to make a living, but I'd rather wrestle alligators. 

THURSDAY

Hoo-boy, another jam-packed day. I did a bleach wash before breakfast, then showered, dressed, and went out to wait for the Access Van. Got to Help of Ojai about 1:15, a little early, but Suzy was there already. Maria took us in and we had a good talk about our expectations for the new "Acting for Amateurs" course and so on. The idea is for us to start on October 20 and meet every two weeks. After Backstage Bedlam is over (two more weekends), Suzy and I will meet to crystalize our plans for the course.

I had scheduled the Access Van to pick me up at 3:00 and we had plenty of time after meeting with Maria, so we went over to the little place on the corner and each had a cold beer. (I was pleased to see that Suzy enjoys the stuff, too.): 

After, we waited outside Help of Ojai on a conveniently placed bench until the van came--late, in fact, as it didn't get there until almost 4:00; Suzy waited with me until then.

By the time we got back to Ventura, it was already almost 5:00 and Rowena picked me up. She had brought her sixteen-year-old sister and I enjoyed meeting her. We met Amy at Mother's Tacos and it turned out it was only the four of us this time. I had an oyster and mushroom taco (without the hot sauce this time), purple sweet potatoes, and a good Margarita. We talked and laughed--very enjoyable.

Home about 7:15 and even though I greatly enjoy being involved and engaged, I want a respite. I've been out and about every day for a week and I'm going to slow down, at least for a time. I called Cheryl that I was skipping T.O.P.S. this morning. I have the show tonight, Saturday, and Sunday, and I don't want to schedule anything much more next week--enough is enough! 

WEDNESDAY

Went through some of my writings and plays--mostly the shorter ones I used in "Acting for Amateurs"--and selected several to share with Suzy.  Bused to town, dropped into the library to return a book, then strolled the block to Dargan's at 12:30. We both ordered Reuban sandwiches (both took half home) plus Suzy a Harp Irish beer, and I my usual Topa Topa IPA.  We then proceeded to talk and talk and talk for roughly three hours. We discussed each others backgrounds, experience, and ideas and beliefs. Suzy, who's 72 and a special ed teacher, was born and brought up in Michigan, has two daughters and a son from two marriages, and had an out-of-body experience. She's had some difficult times, but is now happily married to Steven, a botanist and also the guitar player in their "Low Attention Span Band." Suzy is, of course, the singer (along with James, the other member of the trio). Suzy just got an offer to be the performing arts instructor at a school in Thousand Oaks. This would be part-time, two days a week.   

Anyway, today, we'll meet Maria, the department head at Help of Ojai, where we're going to be conducing our little acting course. We're just going to be shone the facility and where we'll be for the class. There's a whole lot that we'll have to decide, notably, who will do what and when.

After we said goodbye, I walked, as usual, to Ventura Avenue and got the 6 home. As soon as I got in, I put in a white wash, and did a few chores. Had leftovers for dinner.

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Picnic in Roxborough, PA, c. 1918; Mom is second from left in second row, Dad full-length on right.

I had the picture colorized a few years ago. 

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TUESDAY

Another busy one. Before I was picked up by SCAN/Uber, my friend from Manhattan called. She wanted to know if I was free for lunch yesterday or today, but of course, I was booked. She's going back east on Friday, unfortunately, and was disappointed she wouldn't be here for Backstage Bedlam.

Went to CVS for the fish oil and eyedrops the doc had recommended, then to Vons for eggs. About 11:00, I scrambled two (the eggs, not the eyedrops 😄) and had that and a piece of toast for a late breakfast. Got to Primary Medical and was taken quickly for my "wellness check." There doesn't seem to be any reason why this couldn't be done by Zoom or phone--aside from taking my BP, it was all oral. However, I did enjoy seeing Natalie, the P.A., whom I like better than most doctors. I  mentioned the show and she said she wants to go--hope she does.

Ellen had called earlier to say she'd pick me up there and she did. We went to a store and I bought a pair of shoes, which I hope will be okay with my sparkly dress in my part as the (sort of) femme fatale--I hope I don't fall off the stage. After that, we went to the Hill Street Cafe. It was only 4:30, but we were both starved, so got a kind of combined lunch and dinner. Enjoyed it greatly, then went back to my place for a hot game of gin rummy. Boy, did I enjoy that.

El left about 7:30, then I went through some of my material to pick out a few things to show Suzy; I'll see her for lunch at Dargan's today. 

Just as I was about to post this entry, Sharon called to fill me in on Lewis's latest with the drivers license problem. They consulted an attorney to up with the appeal, a good move, I told her. 

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Backstage Bedlam: Me second from right on sofa with James

Finale: me in middle (decrepit and shoeless old lady--AAGH!)