December 12, 2017

WRITING AND WRAPPING



It’s been a lot of delight to find holiday photos this morning.  I only have pictures by year from 1999.  Lots of family things though.  Yes, it’s really a pleasure to watch them all grow every year.  It’s not so joyful to watch you and your kids get wrinkles. 

It’s fun to see the holiday colors and the fun.  I so enjoy this aspect of the season.  The artistic side of me really enjoys the tree and all the rest of it.  I’m not too OCD about it, but I love my trees every year.

Today is the basic stuff.  A few holiday cards to sign…my hand no longer works for long stretches of writing.  A few holiday presents to wrap.  That’s it…what a difference from the days when six or seven grandkids came to eat and open presents on Christmas Eve.  Margot does have a schedule now, and she has Christmas Day off.  We will have breakfast with her this year, and we will open a few things that wait under the tree.

But only if I get to wrapping….
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  • Himself:  Gym, work, put the wreath on the truck, maybe visit Poolie later.
  • https://www.facebook.com/>Herself:>   Wrap and write….but only a few cards.
  • Reading:  Skimming a book about being in service.
  • Captain Poolie:  No news today…yet.
  • Gratitude’s:  That we can share the holidays with family this year.


December 11, 2017

CHANGES


1984, family in the tiny Sears Prefab, single wall construction cottage.

It’s that time of year again.  Time for changes big and small.  Time for moving on.  Time to laugh at oneself while we are at it.

I still keep a paper calendar/appointment book.  Last year I bought my replacement pages late.  All that was available was day at a glance.  Two pages for one day.  I don’t need that much space for my few appointments.  This year I managed to remember ahead of time and bought the smaller version.  I’m going to appreciate this change all year.

The one present is off in the mail as are cards for two family members.  We used to have these huge gatherings where many much loved friends would come exchange presents.  Last year I tried having an open house, and one couple came.  I can’t carry a resentment around with me about this, but I remain sad thinking about it.  Change indeed.


1986: Christmas at the big house in my favorite chair.  My hair couldn’t be worse.

This year we have a museum party, a company party, and I hope to have a breakfast with Margot and Zoe.  She started her new job today.  Eight thirty in the morning.  Usually she treats us to breakfast Christmas Morning, but we are not in her budget this year.  I’ll call her later today to find out when we can meet.  Christmas eve at an Alcathon…a 24 hour gathering offering meetings, munchies, and coffee.  Changes continue.
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  • Himself:  Working hard at losing weight.  Yesterday’s funeral was out of the pastor’s comfort zone, and the favorite heavy metal band of Jeff’s was appallingly loud in that tiny chapel.  Perhaps the reception would have been good, but we ran errands.
  • Herself:;   Visited my father’s grave and noted my mother’s name was still on the headstone.  Volunteered for an easy no brainer job at the Sunday meeting.
  • Reading:  Almost done with that old Bosch.  Doing a few cards.
  • Captain Poolie:  Sleeping little.  In total Agony last night.  Called the on-call doc and got new meds.  Brain Tumor with her.
  • Gratitude’s:  That we were able to Know Jeff and were able to share his joy and happiness in life.


December 10, 2017

ORTS, BITS, AND SMALLS


Grandma Maudie and Grandpa Gunthorp in the 1930’s.

·       Busy, busy day ahead.  The core focus will be attending Jeff’s memorial service.  It’s to be held what was once far, far out in the country at Glen Abby.  My beloved grandmother is buried there, grandpa is there, and my father, Gunny, is there.   Perhaps we will be early enough to visit them.
·       Margot is officially employed…with little added details such as retirement and medical coverage.  She’s always worked…but in a series of part time, temporary jobs.  She and a dear friend celebrated last night with a wonderful meal out ending with a chocolate bread pudding.  I suggested she get the recipe.
·       It’s G’s last time as Chair of the Sunday Business meeting.  A new person will move into his job in January.  He will go back to being a greeter at the door…and not wearing a suit every week.  Now what’s he going to do with the hundred some unique ties he has.  It’s also the last time he has to text 69 folks about the meeting tonight.  He’s very pleased.
·       I’ve posted to the Discovery Facebook page, now I am writing this, and next I will move on to shower, pack a lunch, and we are outta here.  After the service, first we pick up books from Poolie's sister, then I’m hoping we can fit a few minutes in with Poolie before home and packaging up the presents to mail, and making dinner before heading to the meeting.  Since I’m such an airhead, I’ve already laid out my clothes for both occasions.
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  • Himself:  Didn’t watch the Sunday TV stuff, instead came in and texted.  Clothes to the ready also.  Auto Museum party Thursday, of all things, and his Company party on Friday.
  • https://www.facebook.com/>Herself:>   Right now I have to go down two flights of stairs for my hair gel then back up two flights of stairs to shower.
  • Reading:  A Bosch mystery.
  • Captain Poolie:  She seemed in less pain yesterday and could sit up with ease as well as scoot up in the bed.
  • Gratitude’s:  That I can move around with semi ease. 
J


December 8, 2017

THE LILAC FIRE

Photo SD Union Tribune

I often turn on the TV to watch the noon news while eating my lunch.  Yesterday, I saw a fire begin near the junction of two freeways.  Just a tiny fire. 

Today over 100,000 people are evacuated, 25 homes plus even more mobile homes burned, and twenty horses have died.  The fire area has moved from HWY 15 and 76 toward the ocean.  Several evacuation centers are full.  The Del Mar Fairgrounds has taken in almost 600 horses.  Daughter Margot and her neighbor brewed coffee and decaf.  They took it to their evacuee center, and the Red Cross folks appreciated it too.

Just small things from a very smoky world.



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  • https://geeeee-zer.blogspot.com/Himself:  Lost a few pounds, working hard, skipped the gym…LOL
  • Herself:  Sorting today.  Everyone is cleaning out their holiday stuff prior to the day.  We have a mess.
  • Reading:  Nothing. 
  • Captain Poolie:  She’s awake and perky seeing her posts on Facebook.
  • Gratitude’s:  For all but my hair.

December 7, 2017

MADE ME LAUGH



Christmas AT #20, 1868: Laka Margot, PAH, and Mage.

Christmas is here if I want things to arrive on time.  Packages to be sent in the next few days.  No stuffed Raggedy Anne or Andy this year just skimpy checks and a can of paint.  Yes, it sounds pitiful. 

Zoe wants a teenagers room, and a blue accent wall is coming up with a can of the chosen color plus a paint tray, roller and brush.  Sahara wants a new job, but I can’t help with that.  I have no idea what George, Laka, or Margot want.  George sent away for the booties he wanted and told me that the Panama trip was “our” present to each other.  I’m guessing that the trip to Oregon is our present to each other.

In the midst of it all, I am trying to follow the new directions.  The nutritionist didn’t offer encouragement with my three confusing diets.  She did add new confusions.  Measure everything, she told me, and drink more water.  So I measured my yogurt this morning and discovered I’d been shorting myself.  Made me laugh.

Just like last night.  I wore a black striped T shirt…mostly white, with a black and white plaid shirt on top.  The only person who got the joke was Poolie.  Other folks didn’t understand the joke, but we did.  Everybody else thought I looked normal.
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  • Himself:  Margot texted the paint number, color, and brand to G.  Work is “Okdokie.”
  • Herself:  Last week, I lost my wallet, this week, my keys, I told G this morning that next to go would be me.  And too: Those bookcases are in this office, the pictures are in the hall, the lamp is in the living room, but I don't know where the urn is.
  • Reading:  The third Mark Pryor.
  • Captain Poolie:  Up and down, up and down…she sits up better every day too.
  • Gratitude’s:  That G found my keys.


December 4, 2017

A REALLY GOOD DAY...



At Uncle Wonder Ray’s La Jolla show.  I made the dress from a fabric he hand printed.  Shoes are red Bernardo’s.  I wear Bjorn’s that look like that now days.

…Is when your pulmonary surgeon tells you that the “blood is flowing around the blockages just fine,” and see you next year.  “Keep taking your meds,” he added as an afterthought.  I actually said, “What meds.”  Right.

YES!  Progress.  Walking in the pool works.

Dinner bought, cleaning delivered, and the beautiful sun is out.  The grass smells wonderful.  Ya know, it’s a really good day.

Now I have to poke around in my closet to find something I can fit into for tonight’s committee meeting about the convention.   I am just not a success at convention stuff even with good blood flow, but I suit up and show up.
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  • https://www.facebook.com/>Herself:>   Feeling triumphant.
  • Reading:  Between books again.
  • Captain Poolie:  Home, and told one thing that will heal her spinal fractures is walking.  So far this isn’t workin.
  • Gratitude’s:  That I can bound around out there today.


  • December 3, 2017

    WHAT TO WEAR



    This year we are going to other’s gatherings.  The Discovery Shop’s volunteer party is today.  At least it isn’t formal.  On the fifteenth we go to George’s formal company party.  (Formal…us?)  We are trying hard to finish paying off the last of our Panama tour bills, so I worry about creating a new look in clothing on very little money. 

    George can wear his several year old, perfectly ok, black suit….speaking of formal.  I have a navy blue evening dress with a little beading, one size to small.  At the store, I found a smoke colored silk gown….very simple, with an almost bustier, seamed and gored over-top.  I watched it for two months until one day it vanished.  I saw it again on the half priced rack, tried it on,  and with my two discounts, volunteer and veteran, I got it for fourteen dollars.   

    Yes, I had to buy a bra.  Sports bra’s don’t’ quite bring things up to standard.
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    • Himself:  Noon: Wearing dark pants, white polo, black jacket.  Tonight: dark suit, striped shirt, mad tie, and a smile.
    • https://www.facebook.com/>Herself:>   Noon:  Red T-shirt…5 bucks, Black jacket, red woven scarf, multicolor red beads all from the Discovery shop, and black pants from Ross.  Black shoes from Ross too.
    • Reading:  Still on the first Mark Pryor.
    • Captain Poolie:  The Pain: Broken bones in her spine.  She thinks morphine is wonderful stuff.  I wish they had checked this out a month ago when she first started complaining of pain.
    • Gratitude’s:  That we got through “December Nights,” but boy I don’t really want to do that again.


    WRITING AND WRAPPING

    It’s been a lot of delight to find holiday photos this morning.  I only have pictures by year from 1999.  Lots of family things th...