TUESDAY

Washed the linens during breakfast and changed the bed after. Even after all this time, I'm still grateful for the washer and dryer in my apartment. 

I called Jimmy D. once again and again got his answering machine. I looked him up on Facebook and saw that he hasn't posted anything for five years. However, I saw his daughter listed as a "friend" and Messaged her asking about Jim; haven't heard back yet.  Called Noreen and left a message. 

El texted, saying she was running late, so how about lunching out? Don't have to ask me twice and we went to the Hill Street Cafe. From there, we went to the P.O. and I finally mailed the damn pretzels for Violet. Postage was $50.15, but Mike will, of course, reimburse me. After, we drove to Wal-Crap, surely a more accurate name than Wal-Mart, to pick up some items El  needed. I got detergent and crackers. 

More productive was our next stop at Grocery Outlet; they have some great fish and those huge apples I like to bake and/or use for applesauce. Got those and a slew of other veggies, plus various stuff. Back at my place, El helped me with this and that and we discussed next week. Instead of getting together on Sunday, I'll stay over her place on Tuesday, then meet Stella for our bus trip to Solvang; El will take me home after. Noreen returned my call and, since I'm not seeing El on Sunday, we made a date for lunch then at Danny's Deli.

I found a package Canon at my door--another container of black ink. I had called last week because I had gotten an email advising me the ink I ordered had been delivered, but it hadn't. I called and they sent a replacement a few days ago. Now another one has come; I'll call them, but I suspect they'll tell me to keep it without charge, since I didn't order or pay for two. Annoying.

Decided to take the Access Van to Diane's today and scheduled it for both there and back. Possibly, I'll cancel the return ride; I'll see how energetic I feel. 

MONDAY WITH NANCY, VERA, VICKIE, AND ESMERALDA

It's been a long time since I talked to my friend, Nancy, so I called her yesterday. I was sorry to hear she had been in the hospital with pneumonia for six days in November, although she recovered. She's had knee problems and some kind of blood problem for many years, but is holding her own, as the saying goes. We both vowed to keep in closer touch now.

I tackled the two bags of pretzels that must go to Singapore and spent a fair amount of time wrapping them. Put them in my cart and started for the post office. Got about halfway there when I realized it was Presidents' Day and the P.O. was closed. Okay, El will be here today and I'll ask her to take me. Messaged Mike to ask what his limit is on postage (he'll reimburse me). I know he mentioned fifty bucks, but if it's more, I want to let him know. 

Left about 4:30 to get the first of two buses to Stone Fire Grille for dinner with the Soaring Spirits gang. As I rounded the curve in the complex, I ran into Vickie, who insisted she wanted to take me there. I acquiesced and, as there was now plenty of time, I also accepted her invitation to stop into her place to visit. Did so and she offered me a beer; accepted that, also. We chatted happily for 45 or so, then took off. I wish I had thought to ask if she wanted to choice us (those who have lost life partners are also welcome in S.S.), but I didn't. Later, Vera gave me an printed invitation card, which I'll give Vickie. 

Went in to find  my friends--there were eleven of us, including, of course, dear Vera (no guys, though, which was unusual). I, of course, didn't have an IPA, as I had had beer at Vickie's and I never drink more than one. We had our nicely convivial time and, as ever, Vera took me home; got in at 7:30.

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Amused at some back-and-forth with my friend, Pat R., I looked up a particular person--a saint, no less and found Esmeralda's corpse on the Internet:                                                               

                                                          

I'm intrigued by the website, the proprietor being a real, old-fashioned Catholic. In earlier days, I would have believed this one hundred percent myself: 

https://anastpaul.com/2020/01/20/saint-of-the-day-20-january-st-eustochia-smeraldo-calafato-osc-1434-1485/

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SUNDAY

Crossword fair to middlin', but I got  most. Left at 10:15 to bus to Ellen's and she picked mu up at noon. We had lunch, then took a hike on the Meadow Preserve near her. It was a lovely day--sunny and in the low seventies, my fav--and a lovely walk. Here are a few pics from there:

El took videos of a soaring eagle--which I couldn't see at all.

We walked a bit more than a mile, I think, than it was back to El's and games of Blockus (I lost abysmally) and gin rummy. The final score isn't in yet, as the Access Van was due and we hadn't figured it. El said she'd total it up, but can I trust her to give credit where it's due??? I'm not so sure!*

Just kidding, of course. Anyway, I was delighted when El asked if I wanted to get together with her on Tuesday to go to Grocery Outlet, plus take me to GoodWill to donate more items. Sure thing and we'll have lunch here beforehand. 

Access Van picked me up shortly after 5:00; the driver was Eric, whom I've had before and like a lot. He's a non-traditional student, as I was (he's in his thirties) and goes to Ventura College. In the fall he'll enter another college to work toward his bachelor' degree; major is computer science. It was fun talking to him.

*Oh, yeah, sure, naturally: El texted later to say she had won by a hundred or so. Wrote back I'd be gunning for her next time.

SATURDAY

Did a color wash, then spent several hours de-cluttering and reorganizing the shelving in my bedroom. I'm still not completely sold on the result, but it's better than before. While going over this and that, I found this letter from Jimmy D., which was certainly written a half-century or longer ago:

The text: Arty Dear, Sorry I didn't go out with you and Pat last evening, but we went to Maini instead. We got into a little trouble and were requested to leave the State. Keep it under your hat--please. I'll drop you a line when I get to Minnesota. Again, I'm sorry.  Love, Jim 

Finding it reminded me I hadn't heard from Jim in months. I called him, but the message machine--one of those garbled ones--was on and I asked him to call me. Much as Jim can be a pain in the rear, I hope he's okay. He's been a heavy smoker since about the time I started--when we were both in our teens--but I've been clean for thirty years or more. 

Went over to Von's and stocked up on the items I need to complete my signature turkey stir-fry: sweet peppers and the ground turkey itself. I bought three pounds, which will make about four servings. Of course, I'll add fresh tomatoes, onion, garlic, and seasonings. Home, I divided the turkey and washed, cored, and chopped the peppers. Stowed all in the freezer, as I'll be in Ojai today, have Soaring Sprits tomorrow, and will be at Diane's on Tuesday. Naturally, it doesn't take long to make the stir-fry, but for some reason, I want to do it on a day I don't have other obligations.

Finally found a possible way to send the pretzels to sweet little Violet. (Actually, you wouldn't describe her personality as sweet  and she sure isn't little anymore--must be five seven or so and I'm not sure she's finished growing.) Mike Messaged that if it's too hard to send, don't worry about it, but now I'm determined to do it. Will report back here, if successful.  Or not. 

Friday

Weight: Up 1.4 both at home and at T.O.P.S. for totals of 126.4 and 127.1, respectively. I have no problem with those, considering I was down more than five pounds last week, due to my malady. Meeting was somewhat draggy, as ever, but I was amused when Bev gave me this:

Think I'll add it to the little gift I'm giving Diane; she'll get a kick out of it. 

For a change, I skipped my usual oatmeal for breakfast and made myself scrambled eggs and toast--tasted good for a change. I contacted Canon, as I had gotten an email to the effect the printer ink I had ordered had been delivered. It hadn't and they agreed to send another.  It was a little chilly and windy to eat outside, but I packed my lunch, figuring I'd eat at the mall. I first walked to the P.O. to mail off Mike's packet, then bused there. 

At Target, I found the pretzels Mike wants me to send over for Violet: 

Good grief, I'm going to have to figure a way to package them--AND I'm wondering if sending food through the U.S. mail is allowed. Guess I'll find out.  

I really wasn't hungry by the time I finished, as I had had breakfast so late, so I bused home and ate lunch there. By that time, it was 3:30, but that was okay. Took a 45-minute nap after.

I got this darling Valentine card from the Tokyo trio (names obscured) and enjoyed the jokey phrase. Yes, I got it: chocolate is soon gone, but our wishes persist.

THURSDAY

Well, I must be getting cautious in my old age: After viewing the water coming from the sky and checking the forecast--continuing virtually all day--I called Roy and told him I was apprehensive about going to see Jim yesterday. It's not as if I minded the ride, but I'd have to walk to the entrance of the complex in slushy conditions and wait for the Access Van, and so on. He understood entirely, said he'd call the place where Jim is to tell them we'll come another time. I said I'd call him Monday and we'll reschedule.

I called Diane and we had a good, long talk. She loves her new place and has resumed hosting her "groups"--Buddha study and book club, plus another I can't remember. Unfortunately, her neuropathy is worsening (it's progressive), so she's having more difficulty moving around; she uses the rollator exclusively now. We both have things coming up, so we settled on next Wednesday for me to come over and see her new digs. 

So what did I do, stuck inside all day? I completed the under-the-sinks project and it's okay, I guess. The big disappointment was that after all, I couldn't fit both new organizers under the bathroom one, after all. Okay, I have one in there and, since I couldn't maneuver the other one to fit in the kitchen because of the drainer, I have one more or less "left over." At this point, I can't think of any other place where it would fit--maybe I'll offer it to Ellen.

T.O.P.S. today and I'm not looking forward to it. I didn't sleep well and thought I'd call Cheryl and beg off. However, I guess I'll go and see how I do.

WEDNESDAY

Now I'm getting seriously annoyed with Lorraine. For years, my usual wake-up time had been about 5:00--sometimes even earlier, but I purposely started to stay up later, in order to sleep later. I now get up about 6:45, which suits me fine. Lorraine tends to call at 7:00 and did again yesterday while I had a mouth full of toothpaste. She called to report that it was raining and "to be careful out there." Oh, good grief, I try to be patient, but she's beginning to wear on me. Yes, I could just let it ring, as I have phone ID (can't bring myself to do that), but maybe I'll just ask her to make her calls later. 

Anyhoo--after breakfast, I just cleaned up, then left for the bus at 10:05. It was drizzling and I wore my boots, but stupidly forgot my umbrella. Oh, well, I just got a little wet. Got to the place in Ojai where El picked me up at noon and off we went to her place.

El made lunch (I had a chicken sandwich and Blue Moon--yum!) then we went to some shops. El got some aluminum pans (very handy, I have some myself) and I a few birthday cards. Then we went to the Rainbow Bridge and saw Greg. El also got some protein drink and some kind of cheese. After, Greg left early and came back with us to play--what else? GIN RUMMY! 

It was a tough fight, but I won by a slight margin; we didn't get up to 500, though, because the Access Van came to take me away at a little after 5:00. Home and I tried to think of some very small gift (we don't really exchange presents), just a token for Suzanne's birthday, which was yesterday. I finally hit on wrapping ribbon and a bow on one of the lemons El gave me from her tree and, with a card, left it at her door. 

Got a Message from Mike asking if I'd send two bags of some certain pretzels to him for Violet. He said it would probably cost about fifty bucks, which may be a low estimate, but I'll see what I can do. (I assume he'll reimburse.)

Had a hassle with this machine last night, but called El and I think--one never knows with these things--the problem is resolved. 

Note: Not exactly sure how I blundered into this typeface, but I like it, and will retain.

 

TUESDAY

Yesterday was a satisfying one--not because great things happened, but because I finally got around to the everyday, mundane things I've put off. Did a color wash during breakfast, then quartered my four big apples and popped them in the larger slow cooker with cinnamon. I had just bought rice and understand it's good for the innards, so I put a cup with water in the smaller slow cooker and fired it up.  I then tackled cleaning the fridge, which--well, talk about procrastination--I've been meaning to do since Hector was a pup. That's an old expression my mother never used--I just think it's funny. I actually looked it up and found this history of how it came to be: https://www.worldwidewords.org/qa/qa-in1.htm

What followed was a quick, impulsive trip across the street to Great Clips to get a trim. It's so-so--we're not talking The Beverly Hills here--but better than before. Before going home, I picked up oatmeal from Von's, then the mail (just something official for Mike, which I'll send him). 

Jim's friend, Roy S.., called me back and we discussed going to see Jim. We settled on 1:00 on Thursday--I'll take the Access Van there and Roy will take me home. Made a note to call the Van today, as you have call a day ahead. I'm going to Ellen's today and decided I'd take the bus there, then the Van home, so called with the request. I also added twenty bucks to my account, so I don't have to remember to have the four dollars cash with me. 

A high point of the day was that I received the two under-the-sink organizers I had ordered.  I immediately cleared out under the kitchen sink and--after some difficulty--put one together. It's just an inexpensive thing in pink plastic, but I'm delighted with it....except...UH-OH!!!  Read on (sob):  

As I was typing this, I remembered that I had washed the two slow cookers and put them in the drainer on the counter next to the sink. Wait, didn't the drainer have to fit under, too? I certainly don't want it sitting out on the counter when not in use. I went, looked, moved things around, frowned in frustration, and tried it. The fact is--the drainer will fit only if it's kind of jammed in and then I can't get the tray in front to fit flat. Oddly for me, instead of doing my usual screaming histrionics and cursing my birth, I kind of mentally shrugged and decided I'd see if maybe both would fit under the bathroom sink. Anyway, I'm not going to obsess over it.

I put in a nice piece of salmon and lay it on a bed of lime slices. Added Italian seasoned and baked it up--delish!

El called to see how I was feeling--fine--and talked about what I might like for lunch at her place today. Anything will be fine as long as I'm with her, of course. 

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Today, my husband would be 94 years old, if he hadn't died 16 years ago. 

Rest in peace, Pat.

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Monday

Slow day. I slept well, I'm glad to record, and my physical condition has improved more. I'm still a little tentative about that, but things are better than they had been. Got a call from Ellen to see how I was feeling--I'll go over to her place tomorrow.

As I was preparing to go to Von's to again search for cleaning baking soda, Lorraine called and asked if we could meet in the middle, as the tree trimmers were near her building. I said okay, I'd stop on my way to Von's and I did. 

The jury's still out as to whether I enjoy Lorraine's company or if I'd rather hang by my thumbs for three days than be with her. She is a non-stop talker and never, never interrupts herself long enough to ask about my recent doings, opinions, or anything else. She constantly complains about everything possible, has no interest in anything except her own doings--which are abysmally mundane without exception--and uses double negatives. Anyway, I chatted with her...scratch that, I listened to her...for maybe a half hour and then moved on.

Found the cleaning-sized baking soda at Von's, plus got rice and some nice big apples; I'll make applesauce today. Home, I did this and that--inconsequential, obviously--and had dinner. I called Jim's friend, Roy S., as I had promised to arrange a time for us to see Jim. Left a message. 

La-di-dah--As a high-born lady, I'm getting used to ordering things from Amazon: Just sent for two under-the-sink organizers, which should arrive tomorrow. I'm also awaiting my Calcium Citrate and printer ink. I do enjoy getting things left at my door. 

SUNDAY

The plan had been for me to take the Access Van to Ellen's, but she called and suggested she come here, instead. I was better than I had been, but still not up to par, so I agreed. Did my usual Sunday stuff (crossword was pretty good), then got ready for my girl. She called me about noon to say she was in Ventura and right across the street at CVS; she stopped there to get me these:

Because of my malady, El decided I ran the risk of becoming dehydrated, so she insisted I take these. I started right away on the one of the left; will address the other today. We discussed whether she should take me to Urgent Care and/or I should call the doctor today. I'll see how I feel.

El had brought her salad and also some almond butter for me, which I spread on bread. Not bad. We chatted  over lunch, then settled down to face off once again over what else? A deck of cards and El  beat me so resoundingly I may never recover. However, it was, as ever, much fun.

She invited me to go to her place on Wednesday, which I'll be pleased to do. I may take the Access Van or the bus--we'll see. I hope Greg might be available some of the time--hope so, I haven't seen him for a month of more.

I ordered Calcium Citrate Complex through Amazon; CVS doesn't seem to have it; in fact, never heard of it. Also ordered printer ink and the two newest issues of Penny Presses' Crypto Families, my favorite puzzle game. 

Took a short nap after Ellen left, then had just a small dinner of spinach and roasted tomatoes. For some reason, I was very tired and went to bed early, sleeping through the night. I'm now going to look up symptoms of IBS, because my problem seems to be swinging both ways now. 

SATURDAY

Ellen called early and we discussed my visit today. I'll take the Access Van and get there sometime before noon. We thought we'd lunch, then go to Soule Park to walk. Sounds good. She's gotten into cooking lately and I had mentioned two chicken recipes I use a lot that are really good, so she asked me to bring them.

Changed the sheets and remade the bed, then did a bleach wash. My digestive system is still not up to par, so I was considering going to Urgent Care, but decided against it. Actually, it improved quite a bit later, which was a relief. I even had normal food and so far, so good.

Went over to CVS for some products and on the way, passed little girls and their Dad selling Girl Scout cookies. Naturally, I couldn't not buy, so I did. Suzanne was going to a funeral in Burlingame and I hadn't realized she had already left, so I thought I'd give them to her to share with the Sisters. However, she already left, so I just have to resist temptation.

I forgot to add a picture from T.O.P.S. on Friday of Sharon and yet another notable outfit: 

This time, her top matches the handbag (really more like a satchel) with the same print. I never fial to marvel at how much she spends on clothes, considering they're far from wealthy. Oh, well, it make her happy, I guess.

Got a darling Happy New Year card from nephew, Tim, and his family: 

As Tim remarked, better late than you-know-what. The youngest child of my sister, Gene's six, he's one of the older new-fathers in my extended family. He was fifty-one when his first and only was born. Of course, nobody has beaten my older son's record at this point: His boy is eleven and he's sixty-five. 

Feeling better, but still not up to par. 

FRIDAY

I lost five pounds. Goes to show, all you have to do is get sick and you never have a weight problem. Specifically, I was down 5.2 at home, to 125 even and 5.4 at T.O.P.S to 125.7. The meeting was the usual therapy session. Ironically, I won the biggest loser prize--a big four bucks.

Home, breakfast (cottage cheese on toast). Although I learned that caffein should be skipped on a anti-diarrhea regime, I didn't care to omit, so had (just one) cup, but left out the sweetener. By the time I sat down, it was past 10:00 and once I ate, did the crosswords and cryptograms, it was later. 

Went over to Von's and got the recommended BRAT items: bananas, rice, applesauce, and bread for toast. Cleaned up a bit and took the trash to the receptacle. While there, I saw Lorraine and we decided to meet int the middle while I had my lunch. Happily, it had gotten sunny and reasonably warm, although a little breezy.  

My innards had been quiet for some time, but I foolishly added an IPA to my cottage cheese on bread lunch. I had no problem until a few hours later, when--well, I did. I'm hoping that was just a slight flare-up, though. Filled out my Valentine cards for the Tokyo, Singapore, and Hawaii kiddies (one of them is over twenty), and put them in the mail. Considering how slow USP has been, they might get them by Easter.  

Ran into my neighbor, Gordon, and we chatted. I finally decided I'd put a note on the post by my parking spot and I did: "To the person in my parking space: Please leave your contact information here." Ordinarily, I wouldn't care, but I had told Vickie, who has several health, that she could park there and now she has to park on the street, a much longer walk. 

Got my mail--nothing interesting--and just futzed around a bit. Had rice and water for dinner. It's hard to say how my malady is doing. I think it's abating, but it's hard to say. Mindful of dehydration, I'm  drinking plenty of water, so I hope it's slowly resolving. If I'm not better by Monday, I'll call Primary Medical and/or Urgent Care. 

THURSDAY

 A dreary day. I didn't go out at all, even to get the mail because it rained almost all day. If I ever entertain the notion of moving back to Jersey, I need to remember that. Plus, I'm still having some tummy problems, although it's eased a bit. I've been following the BRAT routine--or I would if I had any rice; I'll go to Von's today to get some.  I did have applesauce, bananas, and toast; must replenish those.

Other than lazing around, I didn't do anything much. Watched a silly TV thing on Leonardo DiCaprio, made about twenty years ago. Boring.  Played Royale Match on the laptop--even that is starting to bore me. Read my book on the murders at the Idaho college. Thought of calling Muckie to chat, but just didn't. If I feel better today, I'll see if Diane's available on Saturday. If so, I'll go over to see her new apartment.

Lay down for bit, but didn't nap, so got up. Damn, I hate this malaise! I'm considering it akin to teenage angst--hope I get over it once I galvanize myself. T.O.P.S. this morning--ugh.

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Mike and his lady friend in China--just thought I'd throw it in here.

WEDNESDAY

A good day: Ellen came over about 12:30 and we sat and chatted for a bit, then loaded my donations into the car. I had a ton of stuff to give, including the pile of linens I had shown here before and this: 

That bag on the right is full of DVDs and the box includes a small ice bucket, several books, and some kitchenware, as well as other stuff.

We had lunch here first (Ellen had brought her own)_, then went to the post office to send a package. From there, we drove to GoodWill to drop off the priceless possessions that had been mine. There was a delay in taking them in, so we went to the shop there. I bought flannel pajamas ($3.99) and a crystal wine stopper as a new-apartment gift for Diane ($6.99). I'll wrap it up in fancy packaging, add a card, and I know she'll like it.

After, we went back to my place and had our usual cutthroat game of gin. I won, as usual, because I just happen to be a superior player, but Ellen insists it was because I sat the power seat 😜. After a fun day, we said goodbye a little before 5:00.   

After dinner, I called Jim's friend and former student, Roy S., who had called me a month or so ago to get Jim's contact info.  I wanted to know if he saw Jim or got in touch with him. When he called me back, he said he had, indeed, and had gone to see him twice. I had thought Roy was an adult student of Jim's, but no--Roy had been in his class as a young guy in the seventies or eighties. Out of high school, he took a few courses at the community college where Jim taught, then entered U.C.L.A. Roy is now retired--he had been an auditor for an insurance company (even so, I thought he was a nice guy 😆 ).

We discussed Jim's fragility and mental decline, but agreed he was in a good place now.  We had a good talk and when I mentioned I don't drive, he was kind enough to say he'd take me home if I can get there (easy with the Access Van). Anyway, we agreed I'd call him next week and we'd decide on a good day to visit. I was very interested in the fact that he had heard of George, Jim's friend who collects his mail. Now I'm not sure if he's some kind of accountant or what. Anyway, I'm looking forward to meeting Roy.

TUESDAY

I called Diane to tell her I'm still having my gastrointestinal problem and we'd have to postpone my visit. I was sorry and so was she, but I didn't want to stray far from the bathroom Washed the bath rugs and a few other items, then tried to take a nap, but didn't fall asleep. 

I finally got up and went over to Von's for bananas, cottage cheese, and Pepto Bismol. I had read on-line that the first two were good for what ails me. I had also wanted to get cabbage to make fritters, but something tells me my tummy may not approve, so I'll do it another time.

Ellen sent me a lovely Valentine card:

 

That reminds me to get my V. cards in the mail. Also, I want to get Diane and little apartment-warming gift--two bedrooms, wow!

MONDAY

I skipped Soaring Spirits lunch for the first time in months. Had a gastrointestinal problem--I don't want to get more specific--and just decided to lay low at home. I lay down for a nap at ???--I don't remember when, but I was awakened by a phone call from Brianna at Ojai Parks and Recreation. She said the February 11 bus trip to Solvang* was filled, but she asked if I wanted to go on February 26 and I said yes. She said she'd call Stella and ask her; did so. and now it's set for then.

I felt much refreshed when I woke up, but did nothing productive until late afternoon when I finally galvanized myself to go over to Von's for a few things. Other than that, the day was a wash, but once in a while, so what? 

It's been freezing cold--it's only 57 degrees now, at 5:00 pm on Monday while I'm writing this. It was up to the seventies on Sunday at Casitas Lake and I'm hoping those temps will visit Ventura. 

Unfortunately, my problem with my innards returned overnight. I was going to go to Diane's to see her new, two bedroom, apartment, but not sure if I had better beg off or not. I'll wait a few hours and see how it goes. 

SUNDAY

After breakfast and the crossword (only so-so), I took off for Ojai and Ellen's. Got there just at noon and walked the mile and some to El's. We chatted for a bit, then drove to Lake Casitas for lunch and viewing. It was a lovely day and the lake was beautifully simmering in the sun--I wish I had gotten better pictures. We first had lunch at the little cafe there; the hamburger was mediocre and so were the fresh fries, but we sat on the porch overlooking the lake and that was fine. Here's some of the terrain surrounding the lake:

At the end of the road, above the people walking is a pretty steep zigzag path up to the top. Ellen went, but I didn't--just lost my nerve. We then went back to El's and chatted for a bit. The plan is for her to come over here on Wednesday, bringing her lunch. She'll load up her car with my GoodWill donations, drop them off, then lunch at Kimball Park. 

I left El's after 5:30, was driven to the bus stop, and boarded it for home. On the way, there were several lovely "pink moments" with the sunset. This doesn't do justice to the beauty of it, it's just an indication:

Didn't arrive home until almost 7:00, as there was a twenty-minute layover at the transit center. I've got some business calls to make today and tomorrow, will go to Diane's to see her new digs. 

SATURDAY

Washed the sheets and remade, then spent a lot of time trying to get to the bottom of my problems with Cricket Wireless and BOA. I pay every month automatically--or I thought I did, but after a multitude of phone calls and confusion, I was told BOA pays them via cashier's check and recently, the checks haven't been cashed.  However, the amount still comes out of my account, so what gives?  I'm going to go in to see somebody at BOA on Monday.

After that, I needed a break, so packed lunch and took off for town. As I was leaving, Suzanne was coming in an we talked for a bit. She asked if I wanted a large picture frame--it's very attractive, but I really don't have room for it, so declined with thanks. Rounding the corner, I ran into Vickie, who insisted on dropping me off at the transit center, so we could chat a bit on the way. She did and I got the 16 to town.

There were lots of people strolling around and having lunch outside--very festive and I enjoyed it. Stopped in a few shops, but didn't buy anything consequential; got home about 4:00 and as I was coming in the complex, who did I see but Vickie again--we laughed over the coincidence. 

Not sure why, but I felt very sleepy when I got home, so took a nap. I was glad Mike called and woke me after an hour--felt much invigorated. Mike said Violet was excited about going to Savannah College of Art Design for their summer "Rising Star" program. That's her mother's alma mater and, in fact, Paula was honored a few years ago by being named a distinguished alumna. She is, after all, a managing partner at Hirsch Bednar Design.  

Jumped in the shower and washed my hair, then settled in for the night. Slept well, too.

It's off to Ellen's today--yay!

FRIDAY

Weight: At home, I was up a pound to 130, at T.O.P.S. up 1.7 to 131.1--AAGH! That means I moved past comfort zone of 125 to 130, so this is serious. A major problem is that it's been chilly and I haven't felt much like walking outside. Yesterday, it got down to the low fifties, practically freezing! (Guess I've turning into a delicate California girl.)

Got a call from Julie, asking if I wanted to go to the BCNN meeting on Wednesday--yep and she'll pick me up at 9:00. Also got a call from Stella. I had forgotten we had discussed the Ventura Parks & Recreation bus trip to San Luis Obispo on February 11. I must call on Monday because there's a waiting list; hope I got in--or on.

Spent the entire morning on one of the hall closets where I keep linens and some other stuff. It's hard to believe how many cloth napkins (as a rule, I don't use paper ones), placemats,  kitchen towels, tablecloths--and that was just one shelf. I tackled the bath towels and wash cloths one, too, plus the sheets and pillowcases one, clearing out a lot to donate and rearranging the rest. And this is only the bath linen pile: 

Called SCAN to ask about a benefit of $150 for dental that I didn't even realize I had. Later: I was on the phone with SCAN from 5:00 pm to 5:30, trying to get my OTC balance. I won't go into why, but I called again because I had gotten conflicting information. The second person kept repeating what my benefit is--I know what it is, I wanted my balance. I guess I'll just have to go to CVS and see. 

Slept well, but this seems to be a pattern: alternating good sleep one night and not the next. Guess it's better than consistent sleeplessness.  

Note: I have no idea why the spacing is so skewed at the top. Tried to fix it and it didn't work.

THURSDAY

Lorraine called at 7:15 am--AAGH! I listened to her usual array of complaints, inane ideas about what an evil place the world is, and how everybody she meets is an idiot. Now I'm beginning to wonder if I should ever have befriended her. Oh, well, I'll try to avoid. 

After breakfast, I accepted my Domestic Goddess role and spent virtually the whole day on chores. Food prep was the prominent one: I chopped two pounds of onions with my trusty Chop Wizard, then did a pound with the mandolin. Divided and stowed most in the freezer, reserving the rest for stewed (actually, mine are roasted) tomatoes. Quartered the tomatoes, added the onions, olive oil, vinegar, garlic, and Italian seasoning and popped all in the oven. I zested and juiced the five lemons given me by "Upstairs Mike." Tucked the results individually in the freezer and now I'm set for both turkey stir-fry and lemon squares, as well as whatever else. 

I then turned my attention to the six pounds of chicken thighs I had bought at WinCo and followed the best recipe I've ever found. You brush them with melted butter, season (I used my favorite, Italian seasoning), then cover with foil and roast for an hour in a slow (300 degree) oven. After, you remove the file, raise the temp to 425 and keep them in for another twenty minutes or so. Oh, mama, are they good. 

Also did a color wash; rearranged my warm outer clothes drawer (wool scarfs, coat hoods, gloves, etc.); and took the trash to the dumpster.

I called my cousin, Sally, and we talked, both about everyday things and David's death. I still don't know if they know what actually caused it, and I didn't want to ask. Sally said the memorial service will be in March. Possibly, I can get to it--I would like to, but will decide later.

I happened to see these Russian dancers on Facebook and found them so spectacular, I posted here:

https://www.facebook.com/watch?v=8768833133244245

WEDNESDAY

Did a few chores in the morning, then took myself across the street to Nails L'Elegance for a long- overdue pedicure. The place was all decorated for the New Year--Year of the Wood Snake--which is, of course, celebrated across Asia. Kathy and the others are Vietnamese and were in colorful costumes: 

Trotted home and got ready for Ellen to come at noon. We chatted for a bit, then went over to CVS for something she needed to pick up. Had lunch at Hill Street Cafe, then it was off to WinCo and boy, did I stock the larder. Got lots of produce, chicken thighs, plus chicken livers, which I love, as well as mushrooms, acorn squash, strawberries, salmon, a six-pack of IPA, and more. As I told Ellen, it would have taken me three trips to get that much via bus and with my cart, so I really appreciated it. Even more, I appreciated the fact that my dear girl invited me to go to her place on Sunday and, in fact, every Sunday, unless I have other plans. Happily looking forward to starting next week off with that.

After El left, I sliced the strawberries, added a little Stevia, and put them in the freezer in three small containers to enjoy later. Cooked the liver and mushrooms for dinner, along with leftover potatoes and peppers, for a good meal. Today, I plan to prepare the chicken, reserving one for tonight's dinner and the rest for later. 

Happily, I slept well last night.

Financial note: Called Maureen at Groendyke (homeowners insurance) and found I have a $2500 deductible, so sent a check for $800 to Ernest Fey & Son for the plumbing repair. 

TUESDAY

Did a color wash during breakfast, ate, then pulled together the little verse for Duane and his gal (and her father). Wrapped it, made lunch, and walked to the P.O. to send, after which I bused to town.

It was very quiet, which I had expected, considering it was a week day and chilly, but I enjoyed it. Bought some Valentine cards and a few other small items, then enjoyed lunch, as ever, across from the mission. 

Got home at 4:00 and ran into Vickie outside her apartment. She invited me in and we chatted for a bit. She was happily excited because re her cancer, she got an appointment with a new--I'm not sure what the title is, but her insurance won't cover it. The person is in the medical field, so I'm not sure why it wouldn't be covered, but maybe it's one of those unproven theory things...

Speaking of: I got a text from Jeanne Painter with a video of a doctor saying essentially that all medicines are crap. Jeanne said her mother was on cholesterol medication and it caused her to get Alzheimer's and die at 83. Oh-k-a-y... I guess I'll toss my meds and live to be--83...?

I called Roy Sanchez, the former student of Jim's, to whom I had given Jim's contact info. There was no answer, so I left a message asking him to call. I'd like to know if he contacted Jim or went to see him.

Looking forward to a day with Ellen today; she said she'll be over about noon, then we'll go shopping and to lunch.

Darn, I hadn't been bothered with RLS for months, but last night, it came back with a vengeance; had a very restless night and even got up to play a laptop game. I finally dropped off, but probably got no more than five hours. 

Financial Note: Early on, I got the news that the pipe repair at my house in Jersey would cost $800; the plumber will send an invoice. I want to call my homeowners insurance broker to find out if it's covered. Report from Mike, who fixed it previously: "Freezing destroyed the valve put in a few weeks ago. I was capped with a solid pipe cap, which should be good until spring. It's odd that the sprinkler control box is off, but water flows full stream even off. Seems as if the valve that is supposed to shut off must be broken."

Monday

Ellen called early to ask if I wanted her to come over on Wednesday (now tomorrow) and we could grocery shop, go to lunch, and hang out. Of course, I was delighted to accept. My choice where we go could be WinCo, then maybe lunch at Aloha on the beach. 

Suzanne stopped in to show me pictures of her recent trip to San Diego. As she said, it's too bad we went a week apart to the same area; otherwise, we could have gone together. However,  it was nice she could see her baby great-nephew, Huxley, who's three months old and coming into a brave new world 😁.

Went to CVS for the OTC eye vitamins the doctor recommended. I was amazed at the price: forty bucks, but my OTC benefit covered all but fifteen and change. These are capsules to be taken in the morning and at night, so I just slipped them in with my other meds. Stopped at Von's for veggies, rice cakes, and a bunch of other stuff. 

Called Lorraine to see if she wanted to meet me in the middle where I planned to take my lunch and she did. I took my check to the office and was dismayed to find the gathering room was locked. Kim told me the new owners would not allow residents to go in without the now mandatory $350.00 daily fee. Can't I even take my lunch in there once in while? Sure, for three-fifty a pop. The new owners want to attract those arranging business meetings, I understand. Oh, well, I can still eat in the middle...

...which Lorraine and I did at 1:30. Actually, I did--she lunches much earlier, but sat down with me to talk. In truth, Lorraine is one of those acquaintances with whom I have little in common. I can never decide if I consider her an okay companion or more of a bore and a pest. However, I like to have a variety of friends; I have black, gay, old, young, and in-between types, so I'll give her the benefit of the doubt.

I spent some time on the little verse I wrote as a thank-you to Duane, Anita, and Ray. It spells our their names and here it is:

D amn, you three are all so cute,

U pper class there's no denying,

A nd your actions are a hoot; 

N o, I really am not lying,

E ven so, you're not as sweet

A s Trigger boy, for he's a treat,

N ot to mention little Buddy;

I am just a fuddy-duddy

T rying hard to now convey

A ll the thanks I want to say:

R eally had a super time

A t your place--to me,

Y ou're PRIME!

             Love, Wrong Way Rosemary

The name? Ray jokingly dubbed me that because of my getting on the wrong train. The verse could be better, but I guess it's okay. I'm including with it a little pickleball Christmas ornament (they both play), and I'll send it off and hope they enjoy it. 

SUNDAY

Glory be, it rained!  We hadn't had any since last March and, although this wasn't a downpour, it actually got the grass and sidewalk wet. It stopped after a few hours, but I hope it helped with the fires.

Did the usual Sunday things and a few chores, then went outside to wait for the Access Van. I had asked for a 5:00 arrival at Ellen's in Ojai, but there were some snags and I didn't get there until about 5:30. No matter, we chatted while El rode her exercise bike, then she served lunch. She had made a ground turkey meatloaf and there was a choice of "hot by itself" or "warm on a sandwich." I opted for the latter with the excellent coarse bread from The Farmer And the Cook. Accompanied by mixed vegetables and an IPA, it was yum. Greg had been invited, but had just gotten back from Santa Barbara and decided not. He asked if I wanted to go with him to Bart's Books, as I often have, but the Access Van was picking me up, so I said another time.

We then played a cutthroat game of gin rummy, which was a close battle. We had a great time, as we all have the same sense of humor. I don't even know who won, as the Access Van came before we reached a score of 500. Anyway, it was great fun.

As for Ellen's nice house in Ojai, it's actually owned by two sisters, identical twins, named Gwennie and Cessie. You have to be really on your toes when you visit, as they rule the roost. Here's Gwennie in a contemplative mood:

Access Van dropped me off at 6:00 and I called my neighbor, Lorraine, to see if she wanted to meet at the clubhouse today for lunch today (well, I'll bring lunch, but she eats much earlier). She said yes and I'll call her when I'm ready.

Saturday

I got a fair amount of chores done after gallivanting for so long: Changed the bed washed the sheets and re-made; filed the mountain of papers I've been neglecting; washed, cored, and quartered three pounds of apples, put them in the slow cooker with cinnamon, and now have a nice batch of chunky applesauce.

I took my lunch outside to the middle to eat, but didn't stay long, as it was a little chilly. After, I treated myself by watching Chinatown, one of my top five movies, on my new DVD player. Called my cousin, Sally, to see how she was holding up after David's death, but there was no answer. I'll wait awhile to call again.

Got word from Little Egg that there was a sprinkler leak problem at my house. I called my long-time friend and neighbor, Susan Geldart to ask for the name of a plumber. Her husband, Walter, provided two names, but I may not have to use them. I was saddened to hear the the husband of a mutual friend of ours, Gary, had broken his hip, there were complications, and he died in Presbyterian Hospital in Philly. I must send a note of condolence to Julie. 

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More from my trip to Encinitas:

Here's Ani's Dad, Ray, ninety years old and a master ship builder.

He built the Titanic!

Above is one I like a lot--a copper bottom sail boat. 

In the small house in which he lives, Ray has sailing ships here, there and everywhere. There are many at Duane's, also.

One more thing regarding my trip: Ani (Anita), who's very introspective, told me of an exercise her therapist suggested: Without pondering, name three things that most influence your life. I can't remember what her things were, but I told her these for mine: Ventnor/twin (being one)/family. Hmm...maybe they're all one...

FRIDAY

Weight: I gained but even so, I was pleased because it was a miniscule amount: Home, I was up .08 to 129.2; at T.O.P.S., up 0.2 to 129.4--still in  my comfort zone, but barely.  We had the usual meandering meeting--only five of us, but it went okay. Next week, Lennie won't be here, as she's taking her granddaughter to NYC for some Broadway shows--lucky them!

Home at 10:00, had breakfast, and almost immediately set off for town. Stopped in a few shops, but didn't buy anything, then met Noreen at 1:00. We sat outside in the lovely sunshine and talked and talked, as ever. I wasn't at all hungry, so just had onion rings and an IPA. 

Noreen is about as big a fan of Trump as my daughter, Ellen, meaning they both think he's the devil incarnate and N. was very vehement about it. Okay, he's a bad person, lower than a rat's heinie,* but in  my estimation, they all are. The system is corrupt and the higher up you go, the more they stink. Anyway, we had an enjoyable time. While we were there, Ellen's friend, JoAnn, saw us and came up to say hello with her little pooch. 

We said goodbye after several hours and bused home. Got in at 5:00 and had a text from Ellen about the rain predicted for tomorrow. She had invited me over and I don't want to miss, so will call the Access Van to take me there and back. El promised she'd ask Greg over too, and we'd play Blockus and gin rummy--YAY!

*I made that up, I'm proud to say.

THURSDAY

I kept my 11:00 dentist appointment and was out of there in a half-hour. Took the bus home and Ellen got here before noon; we chatted a bit, then it was off to Target for paper towels, apples, tomatoes, and coffee. By the time we finished, it was after 2:00 and we went to the Rincon for a late lunch. We chose off the Happy Hour menu--amazingly inexpensive, considering the other restaurants I frequent. I had a cheeseburger with salad, plus a good IPA and, with tip, it was only a tad over twenty bucks--amazing.

Home to visit a bit more and to discuss Mom's possible future. I'm not in complete agreement with my children's ideas, but we have a kind of a tentative understanding. El invited me to come to her place on Sunday and I'm looking forward to that. 

After we said goodbye, I sat down at this laptop to start off my chronicle of daily events. To my great annoyance, I could only read the blog, not post on it. After trying my best to remedy the situaiton, I packed it up, put it in my cart, and walked over to UBreakIFix. Bryce did, indeed, get me into it in a second and I hope that won't change. 

Called Noreen after dinner on the off chance she could meet for lunch today. Happily, she can and I'll see her at Dargan's at 1:00. 

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Duane put a lovely tribute to his late brother, David, on Facebook. Here's the picture he posted with it:

WEDNESDAY

 A see-saw day, both good and very un-good.

We got to Santa Barbara and Villa Alamar about 10:30 and found Betty in the activities room along with other residents. Michelle, one of the activities leaders, was leading a kind of bingo game, matching up small pictures. Only one or two of the ten residents could do it, but Michelle was adept at helping them. After, I sat with Betty after she was wheeled to the dining room for lunch. She ate well--by herself--and I enjoyed seeing her do that. What I didn't enjoy was a phone call I got from cousin Sally's son, Duane, while I was there. 

He called to tell me sad and sudden news from Encinitas: his brother, David, had been found dead a few hours before. I was stunned speechless. I had chatted with David at the parties a few days ago and had met him before. David had some kind of slow-learner problem and went to special classes in school. I always thought he had Asperger's Syndrome, as he was very reclusive, had little sense of humor, and was unsocial in the extreme. However, he did have a job (stocking shelves at Ralph's supermarket), drove a car, and lived in his own apartment. Duane told me he had been dropped off at home, but was called later and there was no answer. At this point, they have no idea why he had died or how. He was only in his middle fifties and seemingly, was in reasonably good health. Here is David during Sally's birthday dinner:

Left Betty and met Carolyn at a German restaurant in town. Had a good lunch with good German beer, plus an enormous German pretzel, which we happily shared (fork is for perspective re size):

Dropped Carolyn off and drove back to Ventura. Unfortunately, there seems now to be another fire (or fires) in Oxnard and smoke was in the air. 

Today, I'll go to the dentist to get that filling, then will be picked up by Ellen. We'll do lunch, I guess, and as for anything else, I'm game.

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More from the party days--from left, seated, Jim, a friend of Duane's and David. Standing, Cooper.

At head of table, Duane, to his left, Evette, Tristan, Kendra (back turned) and Evette's husband.

At table, Doreen and her husband, Alan. I had been next to him, but got up to take the picture. On my left, at other head of table, was Sally. 

TUESDAY: JIM, PLUS THE TIME IN ENCINITAS

Yesterday, Tuesday, I went to Oxnard to visit Jim. He's in Granny's Care Home and there are only six residents. He was clean and neat, although still, of course, terribly thin. He seemed glad to see me and we chatted for about a half hour. Unfortunately, he was in a wheel chair and said he no longer walks.  It's run by the owners, Victor and Celeste--I think it's a franchise--and they were very nice. I asked if I could see the place and Victor gave me a little tour. You wouldn't think it was a care facility from the outside; it looks simply like a modest, middle-class home and I like that for Jim. When I saw his room, I liked it even more. It's very small--maybe was meant to be the nursery--but nice and homey with a flowered quilt on the bed and a white bureau. Victor mentioned Jim's fragility, but thinks he's dong fairly well. I agree, although Jim seems even more vague than he had. 

Home and went to Von's after lunch. Phone rang later and it was a man who said he was looking for Jim. I told him to identify himself and he said he was Roy S., a former student of Jim's years ago. Now I remember Jim mentioning him and saying they were friends. I told Roy where Jim was, said I had just seen him, and gave him the information about Granny's care. He gave me his number and I'll talk to him soon. 

After dinner, my upstairs neighbor, Leah, came down to give me some banana pudding she had made and had texted me about (it was delish and yes, I know it should be "about which she had texted me," but I don't care!).  She came in for a bit and we chatted. Leah is from Pittsburgh, just turned 33, and is a pathologist assistant (not sure of the title) with the county coroner's office--she actually helps in carving people up. She regaled me with some stories--harrowing, but hilarious. 

Today, it's off to Santa Barbara to see Betty, then lunch with Carolyn. 

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SALLY TURNS NINETY

I just don't have the time or mental energy to tell about my time away in close detail, so I'll simply post a few pictures and sketch things out. Here are Sally and her family: five of her six children, her soon-to-be grandson in-law, Cooper, and Tigger, Ani's bow-wow: 

Directly below are Sally's grandsons, Chandler and Tristan, both terrifically engaging young men. Chandler is a meteorologist and Tristan a chef. Chandler was born female, but transitioned several years ago, which was clearly the right thing to do. 

Under them is Cooper, granddaughter Kendra fiancée. They will be married first in Switzerland, where her mother and other grandparents are, then in this country. Cooper doesn't look 90, does he?

Below are Ani, Sally, and Ani's dad, Ray, all acting silly after cutting the birthday cake. It's cheesecake, as Sally had requested.

The foyer is much larger and more impressive than the picture shows:

Ray makes stunningly beautiful and true-to-life model ships; this is just one of them:

Two of Sally's daughter with a picture of Sally and her first husband, Jim Nash, who was killed in an accident when Sal was pregnant with their second child. With her second husband, Ron, she had four more. 

Maybe more tomorrow.  

SOME OF SATURDAY, SUNDAY, AND MONDAY

Looking the wrong way (which is appropriate for me, considering my original train trip to Encinitas), I got into Ventura yesterday at 1:03 and was picked up and taken home. Stopped into Suzanne's to see if any packages had arrived and chatted with her for a few. Unpacked and, although I was pretty tired, called Gayle to ask if she'd pick me up for dinner with Soaring Spirits. She would and she did, along with new member Kathy. There were ten of us and we had a good time, as ever. Vera took me home, then resuming my old routine, I watched Frasier for an hour. Fell into bed and had a good deep sleep until the alarm rang at 7:00.

That was yesterday, Monday. The plan for today to take my laptop and printer over to UBreakItWefix this morning, then go to see Jim. Tomorrow, we go to Santa Barbara. I was sorry to have to call Noreen and, yet again, have to cancel our lunch date, but she was okay with it and we'll catch up later. 

As for my trip, it was fabulous. I have lots of pictures and, of course, a narrative, but unfortunately, I don't think I can sort them out now.  U:nfortunately, I had failed the bring the charging or wiring for the laptop and it died, so I couldn't write as I went along. I'm just going to have to sort it out later.  

In the meantime, he-e-e-r-r-e-e's Sally!

 

FRIDAY

 A day unlike any other--and not in a good way....

The Access Van picked me up at 8:15 and got me to the train station at in plenty of time for the 9:38 train. I was a little surprised when it came in early, but a worker got off and, to be sure, I asked if it stopped at Solana Beach. He said yes, so I boarded. I was on business class and was offered coffee and a roll by the same man. Sure thing and I settled in to enjoy it and the scenery. We rolled into Carpinteria and I got a tad concerned--a conductor came through and I asked if we were going in the direction of San Diego... No. I had gotten on the wrong train.

Long  story short: I got off at Santa Barbara, told the station master my problem, he refunded my $122.00 and charged me only twenty bucks to go coach. I called niece Carolyn, she picked up and took me home for lunch, then took me back to the station for the 1:45 train. Got to Salona Beach at 7:15 and Duane picked me up. Together with his lady, Ani, and her father, who is staying with them, and Duane's daughter, Jasmine, 23, we visited over cranberry wine. 

We are all staying there, so you'd think five people would be a crowd, but no. Duane's house is so gigantic, we each had a room and our own bath. I slept pretty well, but not perfectly. 

THURSDAY

Busy day. Got my train tickets for Encinitas on line. Finished most of my packing and tidied up a bit. After that, it was a walk to BOA to get some cash for my trip. I also asked about my safety deposit box. I had lost the key and was told there was a $150 (!)  charge to get a new one or have it opened. Wanting to be sure, I asked them to check and was told that, after all, I had no safety deposit box at Bank of America. Hmm...could it be a different bank? Will check.* 

Walked home the long way over the footbridge, then went to CVS. I wanted to get the eye vitamins the doctor had recommended, but didn't find them. Will look elsewhere. Stopped at Von's and got a number of frozen food items. I like to have them on hand, as I don't always feel like cooking. Had one--a small cheese, mushroom, and spinach pizza--for dinner, along with broccoli. Before that, it was the hot tub (I didn't go in) before it got too chilly.

Practiced a bit on my new cane and today, I'm off to my cousin's in Encinitas on the train--what an adventure!

*Actually, I'm quite sure I closed out the safety deposit box--that's why I have important papers in my brief case. Okay, that's a relief.

WEDNESDAY

Did some packing, plus minor other chores. The SCAN Uber came for me at 1:30 and I got to Miramar Eye early. I was in for mere then an hour, mostly waiting for Dr. T. I didn't care, though, as the news was good: My eyes haven't worsened to a great degree, although I knew the right had for a time. 

Decided to walk to the transit center from there, as I needed exercise and it's not much more than a mile. As I passed Zak Dental, I noticed it was dark and there was a sign on the door. It said they were closed because of a power outage. This has been happening all over Ventura for several days, as the electric company shuts down parts that could be problematic. Darn, I hope it doesn't happen here. 

Bused home, stopping first at the computer place to ask if there was any way I could avoid leaving the laptop for three days. Tyler, the manger, said yes and we agreed I'd bring it on Tuesday and it should be done that day. That means I'll have to postpone lunch with Noreen; I'll call her today. Called Zak to change my appointment from today to next Tuesday.   

Must still finish packing, get my train tickets, and call the Access Van to take me to the train station pick me up on Monday.

TUESDAY AND A NEW FRIEND

An interesting day, enhanced by a new friend: Esther and I had intended to meet in town for lunch, but she called me about 10:00 to offer to pick me up. Sure thing. And how about we go to Wood Ranch, which is much closer than Rice By Mama? Hey, fine by me, and that's what we did. 

I had a wonderful time with Esther. She's 79,  a former nun (Immaculate Mary), now married (to Jerome, who's Jewish), and with two daughters, one of whom is gay. She told me much, much more of her life story and here's an account of one of the most fascinating parts: 

https://www.dailynews.com/2021/07/12/the-story-of-las-activist-nuns-gets-told-in-new-documentary-rebel-hearts/

This brought back to me the turmoil that resulted from Vatican II, a generation before. In fact, my favorite teacher at Holy Spirit, Sister Gabriel, left the convent, also.*  

It was 3:00 before we finally left (I had the Dudley House gathering later) and when she dropped me off, we hugged and vowed to see more of each other. As Suzanne and others kept urging, I actually gathered together a "rescue bag" with essentials in case the fire, which is still raging, comes this way (unlikely, I hope). Along with my brief case with important papers, I had it at the ready. 

I then prepared for the Dudley House covered dish. I had debated with myself whether to actually take it, but decided I would. I renamed it  (I wish I had thought of "failed lemon squares")** and made up a card to accompany it:

The Access Van picked me up at 5:30 and dropped me off at Dudley House much too early--I had to wait for Lynne to get there and unlock. However, it was only a few minutes, and I helped her set up.

There were about 25 there, almost in all the upper reaches of adulthood (😁) and, incredibly, a few older than I am. The speaker, Jill Dolan, is with the Ojai theatre and we sat together for a bit and chatted. As I do with people who interest me, I gave her my card. Did the same with Carole, who said we had met before, but I didn't remember. Jill gave a slide presentation on the history of some of the old trees in Plaza Park. To be perfectly honest, it wasn't Oscar caliber and I got restless sitting so long.  Anyway, it was finally over and I helped Lynne and others clean up, then was finally driven home to get in at the ungodly hour of 9:30! Didn't watch my usual TV, but went right to bed. Unfortunately, I had difficulty sleeping, possibly because I'm apprehensive about my eye doctor appointment this afternoon.

Earlier, I had knocked these boring chores off my list: Did a color wash; called Cheryl to tell her no T.O.P.S. for me this week; again called HEARX for an appointment; closed my account and SO-FI Bank and $34.20 is now mine--wow! 

*Anyone interested in my search for Sister Gabriel, please see the April 3, 2007 entry on this blog--eighteen years ago!  There are also several other entries about her after that date. 

** To my great surprise, a number of people raved about it and it was gone by the end of the evening.