October 17, 2017

THIRD PARTY HOSTING


I’m pulling my thinning hair out.  I’ve now lost my third photo hosting service.  When I was new at this, I thought forever meant “forever.”  I put all my photos there forever and ever amen.  Nope.

Photobucket has closed all the Pro accounts for 3rd party photo hosting.  Now one must pay 400 dollars a year to use their photo hosting services.  Since I am one of the proletariat, that’s not in my budget at all.  Canceling my Photobucket account is another story.  Very convoluted.  Very annoying.  When you finally find the spot to cancel, they tell you that you first have to email them.  Oy! 

My updated Kaspersky is the reason I cannot get where I want to go online on the other sites.  Imagine.  These are such nice first world problems.  Oh, Grrrrrr.
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  • Himself:  NCIS tonight.  Total baggage for this trip, two small bags and a laptop.
  • Herself:  Struggling with all these changes that leave me bereft.  Two trips downtown yesterday for the physical.  Two trips today.  I am slightly discombobulated.
  • Reading:  Started a new Sweedish mystery and sending it off post haste.  I’m not a gloom and doom old lady.  On to the next book.
  • Captain Poolie:  Says she did not have a good weekend.  The blood clot has moved to a lung.  They are putting her in the hospital now....6:10 pm.
  • Gratitude’s:  That I have a computer.

  • October 16, 2017

    ANTICIPATION


    It was physical time today.  We got to the lab well before 7AM, but there was no order.  We couldn’t stay to see if the clerk could find it.  G had to go to work.  Usually I am not a nice unfed person, but this day I was just in a daze.

    Websites hate me this week.  Instead of accepting their rejections, I’ve been expecting to open their pages.  Anticipating an easy entry.  Nope, among my worst struggles has been my medical site.  Nothing I could do would open their page.  Yes, my doctor ONLY communicates via their “Patient Portal.  No portal for me.  Ditto Photobucket.  Ditto one of my blogs. 

    I’d like the internet to flow smoothly as we begin to sort stuff to pack. 

    I’ve picked two books to read on the train anticipating a wonderful trip to Powell’s Books in Portland.  It’s the Mecca for all book lovers.  I’ve printed my tickets, my hotel reservations both Portland and LA.  I’ve printed directions to all the Powell’s.  I’ve even printed everyone’s phone numbers so I don’t have to bring my twenty pound phone book.

    I’ve got pants, shirts, sweaters, underwear, and even a tooth brush.  I imagine I will happily leave for the train never knowing if I am healthy or not.
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    • Himself:  Got some new folks on his phone that didn’t listen.  Got a Chineese 49cc Ultracyle that wasn’t in his system.  That sort of day.
    • Herself:  It’s almost dinner time, and I feel more in touch with the world now.
    • Reading:  A 1969 D E Stevenson.
    • Captain Poolie:  Turn around.  Perky yesterday
    • Gratitude’s:  That I woke up at last.


    October 15, 2017

    WORK, WORK, WORK



    Two days a week, a measly six hours a week, I dress in something I hope I cannot ruin and go to work.  I volunteer at the ACS Discovery Shop.  I’m sure you know this as I have told you hundreds of times. 

    I love Wednesdays.  That’s the day I’m the book lady.  Joe prices the books.  He’s my third pricer.  Joan took longer, and her decisions weren’t so arbitrary.  So he sorts the books and even puts some out in the wrong places which are a constant source of hair pulling on my part.  Biographies are not fiction.  And too, I need to go through his discard boxes.  Many aren’t.

    I’ve learned to relax.  It was hard.

    Fridays I sort.  One thing that makes it tolerable is that I work with two other OCD volunteers both days, Bob, and Linda.  Sorting the donations used to be a fraction more fun.  Now so many things come in that I let the mess swamp me.  I need to relax on Fridays too.  Just because a homeless lady picked up damp clothes on the beach and brought them to us doesn’t mean we have to take them.  Dirty smelly clothes are NO too.  Dirty stuffed animals are a NO also no matter how cute they are.

    I’ve been known to take something to the cleaners.  I’ve been caught popping an old quilt into my washing machine.  It won’t sell if it is dirty. 

    Every day, I post to Facebook for the store.  Corporate wants us to post many “Making Strides for Breast Cancer” flyers, posters, front window pictures et al right now.  I’ve snuck a few other pictures in too.  I’ll be there next week, but the week after I will be hugging my other daughter.  Facebook does enable timed release posts.

    That’s me, I WORK at being timed release.

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    • Himself:  (Please stop by and see his blog.)  Lightbulbs and Legos for Poolie.  Playing games for himself.
    • Herself:  Writing here….and there…and these days it seems everywhere.  Frightened of the blood test results tomorrow.  I confess to eating Carbs this month.
    • Reading:  Moving on to the next book.
    • Captain Poolie:  Off the steroids and not eating again.  Not well for the last three days.
    • Gratitude’s:  That it’s cool and sunny right now.


    October 13, 2017

    OFF ROADING


    1957 Cadillac Eldorado…one of only 14 made.


    Suicide doors on the Eldorado.

    We left the house exactly at five.  We both wanted to run a fresh loaf of bread by the Captain’s on the way to the Auto Museum’s “Off Road” show.  It took us fifty minutes to get there in rush hour traffic.  Heading back out to the museum, and staying off the freeway, we got to Balboa Park in under twenty minutes.

    California is a vee-hickle state.  Most folks here in San Diego make no effort to drive off the freeways.  They make little effort to get to know the roads near the freeways or alternate routes to their destinations.  The original roads are still there running next to the freeways in many cases.  Since I am old, I know many alternative routes.

    We took Friar’s Road which runs along one side of the valley where HWY 8 is.  There were few people there.  Yes, next we cut through a major mall to the far side and the circle road around 8.  Then up we went on the once chained road to the top of the valley.  Five other people followed us up the hill while I noticed that all the freeways were at a standstill.

    Dinner wasn’t bad, the speeches were really short, lots of folks showed up, and a good time was had by all.  Under fifteen minutes to get home too.
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    • Herself:  Work…and I am the Friday sorter.  I hope the new boss notes that most of us back room folks will be gone this month.  G and I met on a Friday the 13th.
    • Reading:  Nothing at this moment.
    • Captain Poolie:  Glad she made the decision not to go to Cancer Camp.
    • Gratitude’s:  That I can give back.


    October 12, 2017

    NOT LEAVING ON A JET PLANE


    Portland Oregon Union Station.

    We find ourselves double dipping in the midst of chaos.  The suitcases come out while doctor’s appointments come calling.  Knock, knock…it’s my much appreciated Pulmonary doc.  Knock, knock…G meets his new Orthopedic Surgeon.  And knock, knock, it’s my physical time….knock.  I air the suitcases out and look forward to seeing Dixie, Milaka, and Sahara in Portland.

    We leave on a Sunday, and there is no Amtrack out of San Diego that day.  They are laying new track , and over G’s objections, we are to be bussed up the coast to Oceanside.  He grumbles, and I think of it as an adventure.

    The only thing that’s not an adventure is my wardrobe….it’s geared to summer on the beach.  Mu mu’s and bathing suits are me.  I used to own a pair of long johns….do I still have them?  Umbrellas…they are buried in the ve-hickles.   A warm coat?  I got rid of the rain coat after London, and I got rid of the puffy green coat after the Alaska trip to see Seedys. 

    Obviously, I need to rummage in my closet laughing at myself the whole time.
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    • Himself:  His knee is better.
    • Herself:  Crying.  Daughter Margot’s hospice patient. Bob, died in the night.  He had lung cancer in both lungs.  Right now his house is filled with his friends come to say good bye.
    • Reading:  Stevenson’s “Summer Hills” which follows “Amberwell.”  My copy is a 1978 paperback, and the paper is biodegrading.  I priced used hardbacks on ABE and Alibras from $54.00 to $110.00 for a used Library copy.
    • Captain Poolie:  With a new med, she has a little appetite and her headache is gone.  She cancelled Cancer Camp as she doesn’t have the strength to go.
    • Gratitude’s:  That I am here.


    October 10, 2017

    THE POOL IS CLOSED



    That’s me in 1983…a little off center in the red suit. 

    I confess that I faked it well enough a few years earlier, and I got a job helping with the Assisted Swim Program at Mesa College.  They had one class at the Plunge, above, and that made it easy.  I didn’t even have to change suits.  But underneath the red suit I was a fake.

    I never was into any form of sports.  Probably it was because I couldn’t see anything without my glasses.  Even with glasses I couldn’t throw or catch a ball.  I wasn’t very good on a golf course either.  That was my family’s passion, golf.  Just as importantly, I wasn’t a success in the pool until I discovered synchronized swimming.  Amazingly, I could do that.

    Over the years, I have broadened.  Not my horizons, but me.  I don’t teach swimming now, but I still keep my nasal passages out of the chlorinated water.  I can walk in the water but not well on land.  Sluggish and lazy be me indeed.  I’d rather be reading a book any old day.

    This morning I almost cheered when the check in lady told me the pool was closed because of a chlorine leak.  I almost raced to the car, raced to my breakfast, and when I am done here, I will race to the well written book just waiting for me.
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    • Himself:  Yesterday, got a shot for his torn meniscus, got an appointment to see an orthopedic surgeon, seems accepting at last.
    • Herself:  I have to dust the books in back of the bed…..the cough, achoo, and repeat will end.
    • Reading:  Amberwell.  Very touching.
    • Captain Poolie:  Getting ready for a picnic lunch with her sister.
    • Gratitude’s:  For friends that are ok in the fires.


    October 9, 2017

    TAKEOUT CHICKEN


    One of the fake cannons on the Surprise.

    We were both tired after our day of socialization Saturday. 

    We did have tickets to the new “Victoria and Abdul” matinee on Sunday, so I packed half a sandwich, and off we went.  It’s visually stunning.  It hits you powerfully with its authentic scenery and costuming.  The colors are marvelous.  The acting is touching.  But once is enough.

    Again I dozed at the computer when we got home.  Just think how much better I would have felt if I had gone to bed.  Silly me.  Coffee is not the solution.

    I have to confess that something has gone wrong with the me that once loved to cook.  My cooking hatred seems to have grown to a truly idiotic level.  Perhaps I am just being reactive to the new dietary restrictions.  Combining three restrictive diets has brought me to a halt.  I’m putting together a shopping list this morning that hopefully will please all those restrictions yet fill my stomach with some sense of joy. 

    Perhaps a takeout chicken?  LOL
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    • Himself:  The usual Monday work chaos acerbated by a doctor’s appointment at 10ish for his knee.  Meeting.
    • Herself:  Pool and feeling younger, writing, shopping for groceries, hunting up day of the dead fabrics, reading, cooking, reading, and TV
    • Reading:  Skimmed on 70’s Stevenson that read really dated, reading another now that’s totally captivating.
    • Captain Poolie:  In and out of a car, and walked to and from her front door by herself.
    • Gratitude’s:  That right now life is being kind.


    THIRD PARTY HOSTING

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