October 19, 2014
- · It’s the usual Sunday stuff. Breakfast in Bed with CBS Sunday Morning. Yes, I remember Charles Kuralt. This show always starts my week going in the right direction.
- · First: I write here. Less this week as I am hopefully having surgery on my left hand on Thursday morning early, and so there will be days here I will be writing not at all.
- · Second: I post on the Facebook pages of Great Curves and The American Cancer Society’s Discovery Shop/Point Loma second. Yes, everyone is tired of PINK. It’s a wonderful reminder that we didn’t have when I was younger. Yes, mother, grandma Maude, and a fleet of other friends had breast cancer. My friend Jo died of metastasized breast cancer. She delt with it too late. My friend Janey also knew her cancer had returned, and she elected to deal with it holistically. She too died of metastasized breast cancer.
- · I do want to share that this is the very first time I haven’t had to go back at least twice, and probably three times, for extra mammograms and follow ups.
- · Next is cake baking. Next week, the Great Geezer will probably have to do a lot of the cake stuff with only one handed stuff from me. We found boxing the two bowls of cake mix makes a truly supurb cake. Mix them up as per directions, then pour it all into one big bowl and stir together before baking. Light, high, moist cake is the result. Couldn’t do it without the Great G.
- · Lastly, before I retreat to my latest read, I’ll exercise. On the weekends that boils down to shoulder stuff…which is helping. And all over stuff….walking uphill…puff, puff, and downhill where my new hip feels very strange. I am very grateful that I can walk.
- So you all have a great Sunday. I’ll see you soon.
Posted by Mage at 10:22 AM
October 17, 2014
A small crowd of folks with a little grey here and there. Lead sleds. Lead was used as the filler post WWII. These are old white guys low riders. The precursors to the low riders, and tho just as much work they are simpler in design. The boys in my neighborhood all customized their cars when I was a kid. They removed the badging and the handles and locks. Little squares of primer marked these cars as loved.
Today they are in museums.
Yes, we coked and dined, and hugged poolie. We shot cars, and were grateful that we got there in time as the freeways all over the city were stopped. I’ll go back and see these again.
Posted by Mage at 4:14 PM