June 19, 2018

THE WEAVING BARN AND OTHER BITS OF LIFE




·       I forget that three hours of walking leaves me dozing the next day.  I’d laugh about it all if I were not half asleep.  I didn’t sit much Friday, so Saturday I dozed,…several times.  I rarely sat Sunday at the museum.  Monday was mostly lost tho I got food for the week and did the laundry.  You would have enjoyed seeing me doze outside the garage yesterday, book in hand, washer and dryer doing their thing behind me.
·       The Weaving Barn was heaven Sunday.  It seemed there were miles of these beautiful wooden tools marching down each side of the building with a double row in the center.  There was no one using a loom this day, to my sadness, but there was a spinner outside.  Chatting happily with everyone. 
·       Bobbie called me yesterday home from Band stuff and two east coast galleries.  She still has the beautiful rosewood loom that sat in the big house living room.  I miss the thought of it.  Reality is that folks with learning disabilities in math don’t do well warping up a loom.
·       “Just Do It.”  Nike’s old slogan applies to me today.  I’ll read a few of you, make the bed so I can see the bedroom quilt, and quilt a few crows in gold thread. 
·       Himself:  Had a truly overloaded day Monday then dashed off to his Monday meeting. 
·       Herself:  Jazzed that granddaughter Sahara is down here for a week and I got to see her last night.  Will make a follow-up doc appointment…at last.  Forgot to wear my new ears this morning.
·       Reading:  Just finished “Coyote Waits.”
·       Watching:  Netflix.
·       Gratitudes:  For the ladies in my Tuesday meeting remembering my name.


June 18, 2018

FUN AT THE ANTIQUE GAS AND STEAM MUSEUM



No matter how hard they tried, these gentlemen couldn’t get this tractor going.
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The Sun came out, and we took a run up the coast to the Antique Gas and Steam Engine Museum.  G’s Automotive museum is having a show of Steam Punk cars and transportation.  A large, old California farm is now  filled with acres of no longer used farm equipment, cars, trucks, and other things like looms, spinning wheels.  It was fun for me, and George got more than enthusiastic.         
                     
 


Steam machinery this large made a surprising amount of noise.


That thing on the front is a waterfall radiator.

 


And yes, we had lunch there, and mid afternoon we had fresh apple pie with ice cream.

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·       Himself:  Busy busy….
·       Herself:  Rejoined a women’s group and now have to find where it is.
·       Reading:  Imagine.  Need a new book.
·       Watching:  Monday he goes to a meeting, and I read while watching Antiques Roadshow.
·       Gratitudes:  Friday I didn’t get much chance to sit, Sunday we walked about three hours. And had a ball.



June 17, 2018

MY FATHER GUNNY



I still have one of Gunny’s bears.

“Clear away the wreckage of your past,” AA tells us.  My father’s presence in my life isn’t exactly wreckage, instead it’s a longing.  I truly wish I could have gotten to know him.

Charles Lawrence, called Gunny, was a much wanted only child in 1906.  His mother had severe postpartum depression, yet her focus was on him.  She saved all the scraps of his life from babyhood to marriage, 

 
                     
He was a very bright and energetic kid.  As his father moved from one university to another to teach, he came along.  He played tennis with enthusiasm, chess at the Masters level, and had serious Learning Disabilities before they knew what they were.  He attended UC, and UC Berkley, where his father started a fraternity focused on study.  He was a very social person, and he was much loved by legions of friends.  Best of all, he was a very funny man.  He moved to the University of Arizona to get his Doctorate in Law just as WWII began.

     

He came home an alcoholic.  His father was terribly ill at this point, yet my mother and grandmother would go out at night to find him.  Once, they bailed him out, much to their embarrassment.  Unable to hold a job, mother, who had colon cancer, invented one to bring in money.   He became President of a printing company.  He also wrote a self-published book on “How to Study” based on notes his father left before he died.

  
Through the early 60’s, he would get up, wake me, make coffee, and he and my mother would go to the shop.  They would drive to a local bar and after a great many martinis, have a light lunch.  After work, they would come home to more martinis, a simple dinner, then he would sleep in his chair with more martinis, and bed.

  

They took a cruise or two, and sometimes there was a nice dinner at the golf club.  They gave their business to their daughter and husband.  By the mid-sixties, Gunny was diagnosed with jaw and mouth cancer.  After a vicious surgery and radiation, he died, with a scotch drip in his arm, in 1966.  I wish I had been able to talk with him.

 

               



June 15, 2018

PASSWORD PROTECTED



Photo Credit:ACS Discovery Shop/Point Loma not me.

The big boss somewhere up the line, way up the line, had sent out a directive about Men’s Health Week.  They sent so much stuff that I may be stretching it all to be a Men’s Heath Month.   Not only have I been taking photos…knowing this promotion is coming, but so has our shop manager.  The job, which was an artistic one photo a day, has bloomed into ten or more photos and albums a day.

Frankly, if I didn’t have G to help me process these password protected DOC’s, PNG’s, JPG’s, and PDF’s, I would be lost. 

Other than that, I have my partial back in and can offer a whole smile.  I can hear the whole world…and everything else all day.  And my round daughter is losing her muffin top while I hide mine behind big shirts.  Her problem was Coke.  Mine is ice cream.  We laughed together about it this morning on the phone.
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·       Himself:  “Yeaaaaa, Friday we made it,” he said.
·       Herself:   With G’s help, got everything saved. Laughing about the patched together me.  Growing older can be amusing if one practices acceptance.  LOL
·       Reading:  Something…LOL  It’s in the bedroom, and it’s a new to me author.
·       Watching:  Movie, a no brains required but cute film.  “RIPD.”
·       Gratitudes:  Being able to talk with my daughter Margot on the phone, and laugh with her, and keep my thinking shut.

June 14, 2018

DANCING IN THE RAINS


Grandpa George and Alex.

·       There’s a hurricane coming up from the south and the skies are cloudy.  All the morning weather folks predicted rain and maybe even lightening as far west as the coast.  The predicted storm has already brought its humidity.  We are praying for rain.
·       The picture:  Grandson Alexander getting a ride from Grandpa.  Someone said this morning that she loved the granddaughter picture here on my blog.  I thought I might add a picture of another grandchild.  I rarely do this, but Alex is a grown person.  He is the oldest of Margot’s kids.  He came back from Iraq a changed man but has put himself through school and got a great job at Children’s Hospital here. 
·       The ears:  I’m amazed at the things I can hear for the first time in years.  By the end of a day of amazement, the top of my left ear hurts.  They have walk-in adjustment clinics, so I will take advantage of this.
·       Himself:  The new account they gave him has kept him moving.  He loves being busy.  He did install a new backup hard drive of 2 Terabytes in my computer.  Imagine all that space.  I will be dead before that one is filled.  The old one is one Terrabyte and holds all pictures and journals from 1985 till today. 
·       Herself:  Copied all the family pictures from 1910 through today to the new HD.  Kind of exciting to backup the backup.  LOL
·       Reading:  Just finished a brit-mystery.  I’m not fond of Slapstick, and not fond of good guys who are really bad guys.  Ah well.
·       Watching:  Bounced between Nature and Expedition Unknown during pledge breaks and commercials.
·       Gratitudes:  Walked the farthest I have walked in months today.  Feel really good too.  Slept like a rock.  Love it all when life balances.  Can you see me dancing.


June 12, 2018

CLICKETY CLACK


At a Convention in 2015.

“You will find it’s a noisy world out there,” the doctor said as I walked out of the Audiology clinic.

After an hour of adjustments, of fittings, of practice using my new hearing aids, and instructions with the tools they came with, I stepped out the main door of the VA. 

“Hisssssssssss,” I heard across the valley from a piece of heavy equipment.  ‘Swish, swish,” from the Valet parking guy’s jump rope.  I could hear the turn signals click, the breaks hiss when you pushed them in, and the tires of every car on the freeway.  All the high frequency sounds I hadn’t’ known were gone, had returned.   There’s a tiny clatter of the keys on my keyboard.  George’s voice causes feedback as he talks louder and louder with far away adjusters. 

Life has a new normal…I’ll let you know how it goes.  So far I am having a lot of fun.
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·       Himself:  Liking being busy.  Suggested Costco for dinner and errands.
·       Herself:  Ears, quilt, Ears…ears…ears…LOL
·       Reading:  ‘The Health of the Presidents,”  Bumgardener MD.  “Point Loma,” La Playa Trails, and one more light one.  Then back to Hillerman.
·       Watching:  About an hour every evening…sometimes two.
·       Gratitudes:  The truck and I remembered how to get to the Mission Valley VA.


June 11, 2018

HEARTENED



Yesterday’s search for a good photograph of Carol and Robert disheartened me.  Every folder I looked in had wonderful pictures of friends, but they weren’t with us anymore.  After quite a long search, I found the image I used.  That will teach me not to forget to take photos.  This morning, I was determined to post something cheerful, some happy personality.

This granddaughter’s images fill folder after folder with happy images.  Her mother Margot sends me almost one a day.  Her friend, and Zoe’s friend Joseph, sends even more.  They are always happy, joyous, and filled with marvelous freedom.  She dances, she fills the air with good cheer, and she delights. 

I know my legions of dead friends did that too long ago.  Many friends now dance too…but in the pool.  I was welcomed back to aerobics with great enthusiasm by everyone this morning.  I was truly surprised by the welcome tho I didn’t stay long.  I came home knowing what person would hearten me with their enthusiasm…the youngest granddaughter, Zoe.                           
                     


Photo: Joseph.
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·       Himself:  New client and a full inbox.  And he reminds me that none of us get out of this alive.         
·       Herself:  Really pretty darned good.  Listening to friend Camille in the hot tub…her sister in law is dying.  I care. 
·       Reading:  Hillerman,….it will be a while before I get through them.      
·       Watching:   Monday is always “Antiques Roadshow.”  I learn a lot.  Last night was “Top Chef.”  I learn a lot there too.
·       Gratitudes:   Joseph, Margot, Zoe, Camille, and dear G.


THE WEAVING BARN AND OTHER BITS OF LIFE

·        I forget that three hours of walking leaves me dozing the next day.   I’d laugh about it all if I were not half asleep.  ...