“Grief I’ve learned is just love. It’s all the love you want to give but cannot. All of that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.” – Anon
Sue loved museums, and we often talked about what it must have been like to live in eras past. Going to the Nethercutt Museum was always a favorite because everything thing there had to be in working order! We spent hours studying the old cars and imagining a Sunday putting in these mature beauties. Sue had an engineer’s curiosity and was interested in all aspects of these beauties. I loved seeing and listening to her query the docents during our many visits. She was one of a kind!
We could almost hear the horn and taste the dust!
It’s O-Dark-Thirty, and I am awake! Poof, what should I do after my morning coffee? I decided I would not go outside and crow on the fence for obvious reasons. I did, however, notice that the sunrise was beautiful. I walked back in the house grab my trusty iPhone, ended at the sky, and snapped a couple of shots.
The site of the sun coming up reminded me of the old Vaugn Monroe or Dick Haymes song entitled “The Old Master Painter.”
Listen carefully to the words with your eyes closed! I can visualize it in my mind’s eye.
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OK, the day must begin, so I attack it with a vengeance. It was time to paint, but outside it looked as if it might rain so inside painting would be OK. Robin brought me a paint called Macadamia (like the nut). I was not too sure about it but what the hey, I’ll slap it on the wall and see how it looks!
“Macadamia,”? When I grew up, it was called light brown, times have changed!
Well, Robin was quite correct! The color was perfect! Take a gander at the results.
The new wall color is very pleasing on the eyes. Before this, I was staring into a white wall. I like it!
I was feeling pretty lonely today, so I called a staff meeting with Ed Roberts and Bob Z. We decided to begin at 1:00 PM, so I ran to the market and for Pinot for Ed and a nice Cab for Bob. Wierd, I enjoyed Sue’s non-alcoholic wine.
Just before Ed and Bob showed up, I got a call from Brad and Susie Q. We talked for quite a while, and I explain to them some of my missed steps while learning how to cook. Susie Q told me of a story that I must repeat. It seems that Susie Q wanted to invite Brad’s folks over for dinner right after they got married. Brad’s parents were Italian, so she thought lasagna would be a perfect answer. Well, she found all the ingredients and followed all the instructions. Sitting down at the table, everybody dug into the beautiful lasagna, and there was a cacophony of crunching sounds! It seems that Susie Q did not realize one must cook the lasagna noodles before making all of the layers. I heard Brad laughing in the background, saying, “it gave a new meeting to al dente.” Good friends; good times; good memories!
Brad and Susie-Q playing the Santa Ana Elks in August 0f 2011.
Ed was outfitted with gloves, mask, and a wine glass. What else does one need, duh? We talked for a while before Bob arrived on-scene.
First to arrive was Ed, so he got the seat of honor.
In a few minutes, we heard a motorcycle, and it was Bob. It was a good day for Bob to take the Harley out and get the cobwebs out of the exhaust. You’ll notice on the table below we were outfitted with rubber gloves, plastic wine glasses, hand sanitizer, and paper towels.
After pouring a drink, Bob called the meeting to order. That was the last bit of order the whole afternoon!
The meeting came to an end around 3:00 PM as everybody had to get back home and into the swing of things. It was a great meeting, no one fell asleep, and we killed off a bottle of wine between the three of us!
Bob and Ed headed out at the same time, but I must say Bob made quite an exit. That big Harley deep throat sound could be heard for blocks away, scaring all of the tiny animals and small children.
Now I can tell everybody that I do know a “biker dude.”
While the meeting was going on, I get several deliveries from Amazon, so I had to open them and see what in the world I bought this time. Well, my double-sided tape showed up, my bag of assorted silicone cooking utensil showed up, and my three years of Cook’s Magazine in hardcover made it also.
I heard a loud knock at the door, and it took me by surprise since I wasn’t expecting anybody. I open the door, and here’s a big burly guy with a smile on his face, underneath the mask, informing me that my Sears craftsman tool chest has arrived. Wow, I was not expecting that until Tuesday of next week.
Now I cannot complain about not having enough room for my tools anymore. This will keep me busy tomorrow. We are arranging drawers.
I came inside, fixed dinner, and took a shower. It is now 9:00 PM and time for some TV. Allin all, it was a good day!
