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November 25, 2014

A Friends Kind of Day


Some old friends from the writing class.

Enough was enough.  My friend DA seemed to be missing.

She had called another friend to get my email address, but I never heard from her.  That bothered me; we had been friends since high school.  I began trying to reach her.  I didn’t write a real note as I thought modern technology would win through in the end.  I emailed her at one address.  I emailed her at another address, and then I emailed her at a third email address.  Nothing but silence.  Never an answer. 

I admit that I let long periods of time go by between each email.

Finally I tried the phone.  Every number I called had been disconnected…boy they tell you that kindly these days.  I Googled her.  More disconnected numbers.  You know what happened next.  I started thinking.  My imagination ran riot.  Death, accident, fire...and worse.  Finally I emailed my youngest daughter, who just happens to live in the same town and asked, “Please go see if she’s still ok?”

And she was.  “Milaka, of course I remember you.  I was there when you were born,” DA said welcoming her right in.

So thanks to Laka, I still have my friend DA.  I have a new phone number and a new email address too.  Boy am I grateful.  You see, as you grow older, your friends fade away.  I find I need to cherish everyone that I still have.

For you see, all those special friends in the writing group picture are dead, but not DA.  Thanks to my daughter, DA is still in my life.

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  • Himself:  Counting his days at work this week.  Now only one left.  He RSVP’d that we would join friends from the Friday group for dessert Thursday.
  • Herself:  I work Wednesday and  hours Friday, but this coming weekend will go through all the Christmas ornaments and consolidate.  Perhaps I will roast a chicken for the holiday.
  • Reading:  ”Saving Italy,” Robert Edsel.
  • Balance:  Talking with Laka yesterday and DA today.

  • November 24, 2014

    A Very Good Sunday


    Greeted by a wall of 8 and 10 foot trees.

    It was a quiet start to the day.  I like Sundays where the bed covers are warm, the coffee and muffin are hot, and CBS Sunday Morning is more distracting than the book I am reading.  When the sun came out, we headed out into the blue skies to run an errand or two. 

    Got my hair cut.  Got his hair trimmed.  That was most important.  It was his 30th Birthday, you see.

    We stopped at the Holiday Store.  I was hoping we could find some blue or turquoise teardrops…they call them finials.  I broke one of our 1950’s finials last year.  Nope.  No replacements.  Laughing, we bought a small blue and silver ray gun. 

    We napped, we ate Mexican…which perhaps wasn’t the best social choice, and daughter Margot joined us.  Should have dragged her to dinner too.  Off we went to the church on top of Mount Soledad where G was the chief speaker in his Frank Lloyd Wright tie. 

    It was a very good Sunday.



  • Himself:  Started into his 31st year with a grin.  Posting new, old Queen Mary shots to his blog.

  • Herself:  Really enjoying owning a heater.

  • Reading:  Saving Italy…the monuments men in action in Italy.

  • Balance:  Found a powder deodorant that helps with the cast.




  • November 22, 2014

    Whadda Mess!



    I really owe the Great Geezer an apology.  Not only have I been vastly self-centered and selfish with my wrist focus, I’m trailing through his life making messes.  This pile is one he hasn’t cleaned up.

    He’s been making breakfast and lunches, he’s been washing the dishes the moment they arrive in the kitchen, and he’s been carrying things, chopping things, and or taking us out to dinner.  The house is a far tidier place than if I were in charge. 

    He leaves my book piles alone. 

    I have been shelving my books or returning my books once I have read them.  This mountain of readers is mostly unread awaiting my attention.  Really.  Only one is a food anthology, there’s a couple of bios, and the new Saving Italy is down one pile next to the first Rosenfelt.

    The whole is really like a gooey, messy, chocolate and whipped cream dessert.  I take a bite here and savor it before moving on to the next bite.  Wonderful, magical flavors right there next to where I am raising my hand to reduce the swelling.  Easy access delight. 

    Perhaps I might get the necessary bowl with my meds off the pile of dessert and into a drawer though.


  • Himself:  Out to breakfast while Marta is here.  Work, dinner, games.
  • Herself:  I was thinking of taking a couple of books to the park while G works and going to see the show at the Mingei.  New show there.
  • Reading:  Rosenfelt.
  • Balance:  Holding my hand in the air.  LOL


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