A nice Sunday is a quiet one with drips of sunshine and bits of accomplishment.
The need for toilet paper took us to the Tarjay, oh the excitement of it all, in the valley only to discover it had been mightily rearranged. Ah well. He found a film he wanted, I found TP and Prilosec. I grazed on all the eye candy which is only a fraction of what we had to view last year. We ate lunch in a food court, mind you, and changed the oil and filters in a cheapie place that offered free wash. I came home to lengthen all our top sheets and he to polish the plastic headlight lenses on the Toyota.
Imagine a dramatic increase in headlamp power on the car and sheeting long enough to fold over your nose. Triumphs indeed.
40 Questions: Home
10. What made your aunt and uncle so special?
They were wonderful, nonjudgmental people. They lived rich verbal and social lives, and they went out into the world and did all sorts of interesting things. I only remember visiting them in their Wisconsin home once, but having a female cousin willing to take me out on the lake paddling was amazing. I thought they were marvelous people but way beyond my world. Their legacy to me is a male cuz who calls and makes me feel like I have family.
11. What was it like staying at your Grandma's?
The truth, never long enough. If she was feeling well, sometimes we would take the trolley to Balboa Park…the Zoo was free for kids in those days. She would wait outside. Only later did I figure out that her income was only 85.00 a month, and often she couldn’t afford to even feed me much less go into the zoo with me. Or we would walk up the alley to the high priced grocery store. My folks were always on her about shopping at other stores, but she didn’t have the breath to walk far. My favorite lunch was her Tuna Salad, a muffin, and a glass of milk. Once in a rare while, we ate at the restaurant in the park. The art gallery was free too. When I was very small, she helped me make homes and furniture from colored clays. G’s family made worlds from clay too….an interesting parallel. Always I would take a nap under the red and white summer quilt next to the pedal Singer sewing machine when I was very small. As a teen, all I wanted to do was leave home and I became very self centered. My grandma was almost forgotten. The ugly.