SUNDAY, A SHOW AND A DRIP

Showered and washed my hair, then changed the bed and re-made. Wasn't hungry for a full breakfast, so just had a half-grapefruit, then  dressed, and went out front to wait for Rosa. She picked me up, as scheduled, at 11:45, and off we went to Santa Paula, We first stopped for lunch at Rabelais Bistro;  I hadn't been there before and oh, boy, was it good. I had a Monte Cristo sandwich, which included ham, a kind of sweet sauce with apples in it, and a few other things. The place was packed, as it was just about noon and Santa Paula gets a lot of visitors on weekends. Anyway, we managed to sit talking for two hours, then walked the two blocks to the theatre. 

As soon as I walked in, I was I was enveloped with a hug from Anthony C., my colleague at Fractured Actors. This was the final show and I was pleased to see an almost full house. The show itself was enthralling. I had thought it concerned a "son" of Mexican descent, but he was bi-racial, with a black mother and white father; he, Jamal, is the focus of the play, but never appears. The play was superb, the acting ever more so, and at the end, I was awash in tears. What drama can do to the human heart and mind is both thrilling and scary. Here's the program: 
                                                

Driving home, Rosa and I agreed we'll get together again soon. Got in about 5:00 and I immediately changed out of my dressier clothes and into shorts and a tee. I made myself dinner: fresh salmon and broccoli, ate, ran the garbage disposal to clear the scraps, but AAGH! I have double sinks and neither drained--it was about a cup of standing water in each. I looked under and yes, the pipe was dripping, so I figured it had clogged. Called the emergency number, but then realized the water would stop once the sinks were cleared, so I called back to tell them to come today. 

I had a terribly restless night--got up several times and now, I guess I should stay up until the maintenance guy comes. Damn, it's one thing after another, but at least, I don't have anything scheduled for today.

SATURDAY

I got a few long-neglected chores done: Was able to put back some of the items Ellen and I had moved off the tables, but I still have to replace others. I've just about decided I'm not going to cancel the check I gave the carpet cleaning guy. I feel so victimized, but think it's better for my emotional health to just move on. What really infuriates me is that I gave the guy a ten dollar tip. And hey, he told me to make it out to "YARA Home Services, which I did, but I saw no such listing on line. Oh, stop, Mimi, just drop it!

On the way over to Von's I ran into Suzanne. She had been up in Burlingame with the other sisters to celebrate the birthday of the Virgin Mary, which is actually observed on September 8. It's funny that I was born and brought up a Catholic, but don't remember observing that as a kid. Anyway, Suzanne will be leaving again on Monday, as her brother-in-law, who suffered with Alzheimer's, has died and she'll attend the funeral.  

Stocked up on this and that at Von's, including some nice wild-caught salmon; forgot eggs. Went from there to CVS for my medication, Ale-something, that I take once a week for my osteoporosis. I then sat down and visited Windsor, Frogmore, and other castles as, for some reason, I've gotten interested in the royals and U.K. history.  I'll get over it.

I slept well, I'm glad to say, even though I took a short nap. Tomorrow: American Son with Rosa at the Santa Paula Playhouse. 

FRIDAY

Finally and at long last, the carpets got cleaned. I'm not stark raving mad about the result but it's adequate, I guess. This apartment complex is about twenty-five (thirty?) years old and the carpeting is beige, so it shows every spot. I had told the guy I didn't want the sofa or the bed moved, but I expected him to move other items. He didn't, except for the rocking chair in the living room and I decided not to make an issue of it. It certainly looks better than it did and I'll live with it. Made my lunch and ate it, as usually, in the middle. 

Noreen called and we talked about the memorial yesterday for her longtime friend, Cecilia. I was startled to hear that the late friend's son and daughter-in-law are going to move in with Noreen. Considering they didn't discuss it at all--about rent (are they going to rent or is it gratis?), how long they'll stay (a month? a year? until they join Cecelia?), and so on. In addition, they have two cats and Noreen's two large dogs have never been exposed to cats, so how will that turn out?  I didn't express any reservations, though, and I'm sure Noreen will keep me informed. We made a date for lunch on Tuesday and I'll be happy to see her.

Speaking of cats, Ellen called and I was so happy to hear that my grandkitties, Gwennie and Cessy, are loving the new screened-in side porch. Chris, the contractor, is almost finished the work--can't wait to see it. We decided she'd come over on Wednesday to help put things pack after the not-very-satisfactory carpet cleaning, but I should have looked at my calendar first; as it's the first Wednesday, so I'm booked for Soaring Spirits lunch. (Oh, I know that's a run-on sentence, Sister Gabriel!)

THURSDAY AND LOSS

The less said about yesterday the better, so I'm not going to go into detail. The worst part was the loss of my dear cousin, Sally, whose ninetieth birthday I had attended in January (see this blog entry of January 22, 2025).  Along with a tribute, here's what her daughter posted on Facebook yesterday: 

I called her son, Duane, and he told me Sally had been diagnosed with Pancreatic cancer three months ago and was in hospice, then stopped eating and just slipped away. I called niece Carolyn to tell her and, when Ellen came over, informed her, too, of course.  

Not a tragedy, but major annoyance: The carpet cleaners, a different company, but somehow connected

again didn't show. We made a new appointment for today between 10 and 11. 

Darling Daughter Ellen came over to pursue the credit errors and talk with the carpet people I fervently hope it's now over. It's just incredible that this could this could happen, considering my highest "exceptional" rating for years. That took most of the afternoon and I'm far from satisfied it's over. 

I skipped breakfast and lunch and just took a pizza out of the freezer and had some about 5:00. Sleep was again, sporadic, but I feel reasonably refreshed when I got up at my usual 7:00.

Tomorrow, lunch and American Son at the Santa Paula Theatre with Rosa. That should at least get my mind off  all the crapola above, but not my sorrow about Sally. That will ease, but never go away. Here's Sal at her birthday party in January. Acting silly with her is Ani, Duane's lady friend, and Ani's Dad. 

So long, Sal. 

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WEDNESDAY AND BCNN

For breakfast, I reverted back to my old Weight Watchers routine: two slices of whole wheat toast with cottage cheese, a half grapefruit, and of course, coffee.  Washed the sheets, remade the bed, then did a color wash. I then started hunting down a carpet cleaner and found David; he'll be here today between 12 and 2:00--that is, I fervently hope he'll be here after the last one didn't show up. 

Showered, washed my hair and dressed, preparing for dinner with the BCNN group at Prime Rib. Julie picked me up at 5:45, along with Katherine, our new T.O.P.S. member. 

We had a great time, thanks to the company, but not the amenities: For one thing, the floors, walls, and chairs are black. That's okay in daylight, but when we left, it was dark and it was hard to navigate. For another, we were seated at one long table and it was a little crowded. Worse, the cuisine--mine, anyway--was anything but gourmet. I ordered pasta something with chicken and could eat only the pasta: The chicken part was a flat, breaded patty on top and was so tough I could cut off only a few bites. Ordinarily, I would have sent it back to the kitchen, but it was getting late and I just didn't. To top it off, the restaurant would not agree to separate checks (which we knew ahead) and it took an age to settle.

Notwithstanding (geez, where did that word come from?) ,we still had a ball. The chatter was all over the map, of course, but luckily, I didn't hear any political crapola. Several of the members had attended "Backstage Bedlam" and mentioned it with compliments, which was nice. I sat next to Katherine and we got better acquainted--I hope to see more of her. Pure as the driven snow, she doesn't drink--says she gets blotto with barely a sip, so sticks to water. Happily, I don't and had a Topa Topa beer. Hey, that's another strike against Prime Rib--they didn't have any hazy IPA! 

On the way home, Julie mentioned reservations for the Christmas party on December 3. She isn't able to go, but Katherine said she'll pick me up; so nice of her and I must remember to send my check to Joan.

Home at 8:00 or so. Watched T.V.--something on royal palaces in the U.K.--before I turned in. Had my usual problem sleeping through, but feel good this morning. 

TUESDAY--AND I WAS FIT TO BE TIED...

Ha, that was one of my mother's sayings (she had one for every occasion.)  Why was I so annoyed?  Well, I was all ready for the carpet cleaners who were scheduled to come at 1:00 pm. I had packed a sandwich and IPA and had planned to eat out in the middle while the carpet dried.  Hmm...1:00 came and went and they didn't show. At 1:15, I called and told the guy who answered they were late. He kind of sputtered and bumbled, while saying something like "I told them...they should be there...I'll call them..." and so on. I told him to call me back.

He didn't. By 4:00, I had left four more messages on the answering machine and never heard back. In the meantime, I ate lunch, then lay down on the couch and napped for an hour. No show then, either. I called the office, thinking there was some connection. There isn't, although somebody in the office had given me the name--Green Carpet Co.--several months ago, when I first made the appointment. Called Ellen, who was going to come tomorrow to help me put things back again; we cancelled and told her I'd keep her informed. 

I called brother, Larry, and we chatted for a bit. As ever, he and a number of his huge family are planning an excursion, this time to Sarasota for the circus museum. He said our niece, Chrissy, called and will be visiting in Florida soon.  Here's Larry with one of his multitude of great-grandchildren, Emilia: 

Stella called to ask if I wanted to go to Camarillo to some kind of music festival today. However, I'm going with Julie to the BCNN dinner gathering.  That's just as well, as I'm a little nervous about her driving all the way to Camarillo.   

Unfortunately, sleep was double plus ungood,* After one all night slumber, I reverted back to my recent  wakefulness. I'm going to try my best to resist napping today and, hopefully, that will do the trick.

* A hint as to source of that phrase:

MUNDANE MONDAY

 Nothing very exciting going on. I cleared up a little, but didn't get very far in putting things aside to donate. I think I'll be able to do that better after the carpets are done and I'm putting things away. At least, I was able to consolidate a little. 

Took my saved newspapers up the walk to Vickie's and she texted me her thanks. Made lunch and took it to the middle to eat. It was pleasantly warm and the breeze was not as annoyingly active. It was very quiet as I opened my book and re-visited the Clintons; they were back in the governor's mansion and following their usual extra-marital habits--he was, anyway. I felt relaxed and in my good place: 

Took my afternoon nap, then puttered around a bit. Sharon called to report on her colonoscopy; it turned out to be much better than she had thought it would, as she was anesthetized after all. 

The best news (so important 😊!) is that I slept through the night and got up at my preferred 7:00. I'm hoping to get back my former sleep routine and will take steps to do that.

SUNDAY AND TOTAL DARKNESS

 Oh, boy, am I off my routine. It's almost 8;:00 and I just got up to see an entirely blank screen. I always chronicle the events of my day in the evening, then top it off the next morning. Yesterday, I just didn't, so here's a quick rundown:

Ellen got here at noon and we started clearing the living room. All right, I shouldn't say "we" because she virtually did it all herself. I certainly wasn't that I refused to help--she actually asked me not to. I can certainly understand that and I acquiesced, rather than get in her way. Good grief, what an incredible number of artifacts I've accumulated!  So many of them are of sentimental value or just nice things to look at, rather than "useful." Today, I'm going to go over them and put aside as much as I can to donate. 

We went to Two Trees for lunch and greatly enjoyed it. Back home, El tackled the bedroom while I watched the chronicles of the Royal Family and the disappearance on a cruise ship of a young woman named Amy Bradley. She (Ellen, not Amy) finished up about 5:00, then left with many thanks from her grateful Mama.

Had leftover Cole slaw from lunch and pad Thai from Thursday, stayed up until almost 10:00, then turned in...

...but not for long. I woke up for the usual at 3:00 and as soon as I opened my eyes, realized something was amiss: It was totally dark; no little electronic lights were shining and at first, I thought I had gone blind. No, the bedside lamp wasn't working--the electricity had gone out. Luckily, my phone is right on the table and I was able to use that to get to the bathroom. I looked out and saw there was total darkness outside, too. Went back to bed and a few minutes later, the lights came on--whew! Foolishly, I got up, played my game for an hour or so, then went back. 

SATURDAY

Again, I had a problem sleeping, but felt okay when I got up. Talked to Ellen and she'll be here at noon today to help clear things away for the carpet cleaners, who are coming on Tuesday. I can't even remember what I did in the morning--it must have been wonderfully exciting--aside from this and that on the laptop.

Made lunch and thought I'd eat at the little park across from Ralph's, so I set out about 2:00. However, I didn't get far when I changed my mind, as it very hot. Got my book and went to the middle near the pool. Darn, it was too breezy, so I went home and had lunch on the patio. Before I did, a middle-aged couple walked past, the man holding a huge array of balloons. I chatted with them for a bit and the woman said they were having a pool party for their ten-year-old niece and why didn't I join them? I was tempted, but decided not to intrude. Went home and ate, then watched a documentary on the life of Yul Brynner. At that point, I napped, as I've been doing lately for good or ill.

Mike asked me to text him something and darn, Cricket, my carrier or whatever it's called said they couldn't send my text back because my location "isn't supported from my location." I have no idea what that means, but I called Ellen and she sent it; I still don't know if he got it.

Anyway, it's now 9:00 pm on Saturday and I don't feel like elaborating on anything else. Will call Cricket tomorrow....

Okay, it's tomorrow, that is, Sunday at 7:30 am, and Cricket won't be skittering around until Monday, which is tomorrow--a different tomorrow, that is and oh, the hell with all this cyber-mumbling. I put in a load of white wash and after I finish my coffee, will contemplate clearing out for the carpet cleaners. (At least, I got some alliteration in. 😛)    

FRIDAY AND CYPRESS PLACE

Weight at home: up .06 to 130.8; T.O.P.S.: up .07 to 132.2. Okay, not too bad, but I can't pretend the results are good, since my comfort zone is 125 to 130. Of course, I didn't go last week, so at least I didn't gain much over two weeks. Ha! Mimi, you're kidding yourself--you're supposed to be losing weight, remember?

Anyway, besides Cheryl and me, only Maryann and our new member, Katherine, came and we kept it nicely short. We won't be meeting next week because Trinity Lutheran will be closed and Lennie will still be in North Dakota; she's the only T.O.P.S. member who has a key. I said I'd call and tell Sharon. 

Home, had breakfast--some turkey stir-fry I had in the freezer--then took a half-hour nap. Washed my  sheets while I showered, then re-made. After, I puttered around for a bit before Stella picked me up at 3:00 and off we went to Cypress Place. I hadn't been too enthusiastic about it, but it turned out to be very enjoyable. I think most of the better independent living places are very much the same, especially when it comes to the entertainment agenda and other amenities. This was the weekly "wine and music" gathering that featured a pianist playing the old time--Sinatra, Beatles, Nat King Cole, Elvis--standards, plus movie and show tunes. 

While we were seated on casually group comfortable chairs and sofas, we were served drinks (I had chardonnay) and nibbles. After, Stella and I chatted with some of the residents. It seems pretty standard and has the advantage of a very attractive middle area with a pond, waterfall, lilies, and so on. This picture from the web site doesn't do it justice:  It's not as expensive as The Townhomes and some of the others and it's older, but still very pleasant. 

Stella suggested we go to Jasmine Thai for dinner, which we did. I had my favorite pad Thai and a Sapporo (Japanese wine). Had a good time, then home by 7:00. El called to see if I still needed her to help clear things away in preparation for the carpet cleaners, who are coming Tuesday. Not  sure--we'll talk about it. 

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

☘☘☘☘☘☘☘☘☘

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...