Mid Week And We Are Still Busy!

Mary and I planned the day, and hopefully it will be a little slower.  This morning is the gym, and then we take Dianne to the post-Op checkout at UCI.

So, into the jaws of death we go, fearing not the terrible torture brought upon ourselves at the “fitness center”.  I managed a little over six miles this morning!  We did the floor exercises, which, by the way, take two trainers to get us up and vertical again!

I do not know how fast I was going because the needle on the speedometer flew off and hit the wall!

After doing a bank fly-by and a post office visit, we went home to clean the house so the house cleaners can come today!  Just before noon, we departed for Dianne’s home to pick her up and go to the UCI campus to get her post-op check!  The doctor was happy with the results, so we needed to celebrate!

After the visit, we went to Rodrigo’s Mexican Restaurant in Tustin.  It is the same chain as the one in Orange, but it was close to Dianne’s home, so we tried it out.

It was 3:00 p,m and the place was empty!  Just like we like it!

At exactly 3:00 pm, Mary and her 35-year partner in culinary adventures, Dianne, and I marched into Rodrigo’s Mexican Grill with the confidence of three explorers who had already studied the dessert menu.

The waiter smiled.  “Early dinner?”

Mary nodded.  “We’re just beating the rush.”

Dianne whispered, “And needing some liquid encouragement”

I ordered chile verde, a tamale, and what the menu modestly described as a GIANT Margarita.  The girls ordered salads!

The word “giant” turned out to be an understatement.  The glass arrived with its own zip code, complete with enough salt around the rim to keep winter roads safe.

Mary took one sip and declared, “This is practically a fruit salad.”

Dianne agreed.   With excellent decision-making juice.”

Their Adios Amigos signature margarita was on the menus, so I of course ordered one.  The minute I did, Pancho, my faithful sidekick, decided to try it to make sure it was not poison.  Little did I know that tasting for poison required the taster to consume massive quantities of the items.

Suddenly Dianne got interested in the drink when she saw the calimari floating around.

Their laughter echoed through the restaurant as they debated whether the tamale counted as one serving or several.  The chile verde disappeared faster than ice cubes in July.

When the waiter asked if I wanted another margarita, both ladies stared at the enormous glass that still looked full.

Mary applied her lips to the straw, and I could see the liquid level go down as if there was a hole in the bottom of the glass!

Mary replied, “He’s making wonderful progress.  We can almost see the bottom.”

The waiter leaned over and grinned.  “Ma’am… that’s the decorative green glass.”

The two burst into laughter so hard that nearby diners started laughing too, even though they had no idea why.

At 5:00 pm., Mary, Dianne, and I floated happily out the door singing “La Cucaracha ” at the top of our lungs, completely convinced that 3:00 pm was the perfect dinner hour and that every friendship should come with chile verde, a tamale, two salads, and one hilariously oversized margarita.

Slurp, burp!

By the time we were done with dinner, I had a chance to change my attire to something more befitting a fine Mexican dinner.

It was a disappearing margarita!

Here’s some fun margarita trivia:

Classic ingredients: A traditional margarita is usually made with tequila, lime juice, and orange liqueur like triple sec or Cointreau.

Salt rim tradition: The salted rim helps balance the drink’s sweet, sour, and bitter flavors.

Origin is debated: Several people claim to have invented the margarita in the 1930s or 1940s, mostly around Mexico and the southwestern U.S.

Name meaning: “Margarita” is Spanish for “daisy.” There was also an older cocktail category called a Daisy, made with spirit, citrus, and sweetener.

Frozen margaritas got famous later: The first frozen margarita machine was inspired by a soft-serve ice cream machine and helped make the drink wildly popular.

Most common tequila: Margaritas are often made with blanco/silver tequila, though reposado can add a smoother, oakier flavor.

National Margarita Day: In the U.S., it’s celebrated on February 22.

Popular variations: Strawberry, mango, spicy jalapeño, Cadillac, skinny, and mezcal margaritas are all common twists.

The “Cadillac” margarita: Usually made with premium tequila and topped with Grand Marnier.

Glassware: Margaritas are often served in the iconic wide-rimmed margarita glass, but many bartenders prefer a rocks glass for practicality.

Dianne was worried because she did not wear any makeup!  Silly girl!  Makeup is not allowed for a week after the eye operation; makes sense.  She is still a beautiful lady with or without makeup!!!

We all three laughed and giggled a lot!

I went to work so Dianne would NOT feel out of place.  Soon, Dianne became Puncho Two!  We debated whether the mustache was upside down or not!  The verdict is still not in!

We have heard Dianne sing before, so she was NOT allowed a second margarita.

We dropped Dianne off at home, just a few miles from us, and then told the Silver Fox to head for Casa Valencia post haste!

After arriving home, we laid down for a short nap at 4:01 pm, and we got up in the dark at 9:49 pm.  I worked on the Daily Diary and then crashed again around 11:00 pm!

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Tuesday Has Arrived AND We have been Married Five Amazing Years!

What a day!  We went this way and that way and then this way!

First we jumped in the car and headed to Newport to meet up with Amy at her latest eye doctor’s appointment.  We got there a little early, and Mary found the bakery, and we had breakfast on the run.

From Newport, we went home for a bit before going to Mary’s art class.  I returned home to fix some of the remaining night lights for the garden and stopped by Trader Joe’s for a supply of “Four Buck Chuck!”; yes, kids, the $2 is now $4!

At 2:30 pm, I returned to the Tustin Seniors Center and retrieved her nibs from class.  Today, we did peaches!

They looked so real that after five minutes, they got visitors!

After returning home, we freshened up and headed over to the Elks for Lee’s initiation.  That’s right — she officially became an Elk this evening.  Antlers pending.

Every Tuesday, the Elks Lodge served tacos with the solemnity of a state dinner and the organization of a barn dance.

This week, Bill Capps, the lodge treasurer, was in charge of toppings, a decision everyone regretted immediately.  He labeled the sour cream “white guacamole,” the lettuce “taco confetti,” and the jalapeños “tiny green regrets.”

By 6:30 p,, the line stretched past the pool table.  Lee asked for “mild,” and Bill gave her a taco that made her glasses fog and her earrings sweat.

Then the lodge president rang the bingo bell and announced a taco-eating contest.  The prize was a commemorative spatula and two coupons for windshield wiper fluid.  Competition was fierce until our friend’s Chihuahua, Napoleon, escaped her purse and sprinted across the table, stealing the winning taco from Bill.

Mary, showing remarkable restraint, had only an artichoke… plus a suspiciously generous portion of my beans and rice, which mysteriously disappeared whenever I looked away.   An investigation is ongoing.

Lee arrived a little later, had dinner, and we all visited with friends.  BillCapps joined us this evening as he is an officer and joins the meetings.

Dinner be served!!

At 7:00 pm, we were called into the Lodge Room, and things took a serious turn.  The initiation took about two and a half hours, and we were all ready to go straight home afterward.

The ceremony was about to start!

Arriving home, we checked on Grace, who was doing just fine and clearly did not need our supervision.

No TV tonight — the evening’s entertainment was Mary crashing immediately, like someone had pulled her power cord.

I stayed awake for Lee’s “safe arrival” call after her hour-long drive home, performing my very important role as Chief Worrier and Phone Watcher.

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It’s A New Week!

We apprehended the suspect: a small, furry fugitive known as “The Kitty.” She is currently being held without bail in the guest bedroom, where she is being reintroduced to the luxuries of indoor living.

She’ll remain in custody for one week before being released into the general population of the house.  Until then, all humans must exercise extreme caution when entering or exiting the premises, as this tiny criminal may attempt another daring escape.

Please stay alert.  The little dickens is crafty, quick, and clearly has outside connections.

I did a brain reset after yesterday’s fight with the computer, so all is back to “normal”.  I shall continue to deal with my mini-frustrations and plan to get up, walk away when things go south!

Thank goodness Sunday is in the trash heap of history!!

A busy morning, indeed.

Mary took off to pick up Dianne and escort her to the hospital for eye surgery, while I remained behind to prepare for my own high-stakes medical drama: a trip to Newport to have my hearing aid repaired.

Before leaving, I wrapped up the 5th anniversary celebration, visited the cat, consulted with the pool man, and then bravely headed south toward Newport—because apparently my calendar had decided I was running a small resort and medical shuttle service.

My hearing aid appointment lasted 15 minutes.  Roughly 14½ of those minutes were spent chatting with the hearing specialist, because the”major technical malfunction” turned out to be earwax near the speaker.  Thirty seconds after I sat down, she had everything working again.  Basically, I drove to Newport for a professional Q-tip and a conversation.

At 1:00 pm., we all reconvened at Filomena’s Italian Deli near the OC Fair, where the food is absolutely OUTSTANDING.  Dianne celebrated post-hospital with fried calamari seasoned with Parmesan and parsley, served with house-made Arrabiata sauce.  Mary went with Italian Wedding Soup, proving once agaishe’s’s the sensible one.  I took the”no wrong answers” route and ordered sausage and peppers over angel hair pasta.

Mary and I shared a bottle of Chardonnay, because after a morning of eye surgery, hearing aid archaeology, cat visitation, and pool management, hydration was important.

We departed around 3:00 pm.  I drove Dianne home via the post office, and Mary took her car home via the pharmacy.

Watch out for these people!!

When we got home, Mary took a short nap, and I went to the TV room and watched an old Laurel and Hardy movie, followed by Amos and Andy and the broken clock!

Around 5:30 pm, we headed to the office, and Mary began painting an additional yard art statue.  I decided to look at the bills.

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Frustration Is Doing Me In!

After spending almost 40 years on computers as a hobby, I am about to give up!  This morning I spent six hours attempting to download 40 images from messages after last night’s party.  The computer said “saved,” butI’ll be damned if I could find them.

I finally had to call Apple and get professional help.  When I found the pictures, I downloaded them, but when changing them to 900 pixels, half of the picture had an unusable “color profile”.

After another few hours, I worked around the problem.  After nine hours, I finished the webpage.  I used to do this in 20 minutes; I am getting too old for this stuff.

We had a nice day doing nothing.  Mary painted the garden gnomes, and I fought the computer.  We watched old movies in the office.

We went swimming and crashed about 9:30 pm when the bed controller)another digital device) quit working.  I am at my wwits’end.  Bring back the B&W TV with rabbit ears, and I would be happy!  Good Night!

It was a good night. At 1:35 am, the iPhone buzzed.  Grace has returned via the trap!  She is now safely in the house getting reacquainted with captivity.

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Oh My, The Weekend Is Just Hours away!

Success… well, sort of!

We were enjoying our morning coffee on the patio when I checked the security camera—and there was our missing kitty!  She was actually inside the trap… but somehow managed to tiptoe around the strike plate like a tiny furry ninja and escaped again.

So tonight, we’re moving the food farther back into the trap.  No more loopholes, Miss Whiskers.  Tonight, the tuna buffet comes with a capture clause.  She is ours tonight!!

Clever kitty!!

Five years ago, Tuesday will be our 5th anniversary, but it falls on a Tuesday, so we decided to make the celebration tonight.

Mary, Jan, and I (who got us together) five years ago at Patty’s Place dining room.  We invited Jan, but she did not want to go this year as she is stuck at home.

Happy times!

We walked in the garden and looked at our patio corn!

We hope this experiment works!

Our patio is perfect for morning coffee.  We read the newspaper, visit, and make plans for the day!  Today the plan is easy: work until 1:00 pm, get cleaned up, and head for Patty’s at 4:00 pm.

Life is good!!

The weather began wonderfully with the Sun shining and the garden beckoning us to come and do some trimming.  Mary trimmed the roses.

The pool remains at 92 degrees, perfect for the evening swim!

The water is a cool 92 degrees, and we have all the lights in the plants working now!

Lookout water, here we come!!

Mary’s roses are doing well!

The drip system keeps everything moist!  The roses are beautiful,l and the smells are nice!

Mary deadheaded the roses and got them ready for additional growth.

We love the armonas

Mary finished off her diamond art birds!  They are so cute!

Diamond art (also called diamond painting) is a craft where you place tiny, shiny resi” “diamonds” or drills onto a sticky, pre-printed canvas to create a sparkling picture.
It’s similar to paint-by-numbers, but instead of paint, you use small gems.  Each symbol on the canvas matches a diamond color, and you place them one by one with a special pen tool.
Common diamond art kits usually include:

• A sticky canvas with a printed design
• Color-coded resin diamonds
• A diamond applicator pen
• Wax or gel for picking up diamonds
• A tray to sort the diamonds

The finished piece looks like a mosaic with a glittery, textured effect. It’ss popular because it’s relaxing, easy to learn, and doesn’t require artistic experience.

Then we got ready to celebrate five years.  Robin and Bob came over at 3:00 pm, and we emptied a bottle of champagne before heading to Patty’s Plan.

Visit the celebration on our website.

Click to go to the party!!

By the time we got home, it was 10:00 pm, and we crashed right after Robin and Bob departed.  We were going to swim for a while,  but it was too late!

We haven’t changed too much in five years!

Good night, all!

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Another Wonderful Day In The Neighborhood!

It is Friday!

After last night’s high-stakes wildlife drama — also known as “successfully trapping the wrong cat” — I completely forgot today was trash pickup day.

By the time I remembered, I was already burrito-wrapped in my blankie, and my brain made the executive decision: “Future Me can handle this.” So I planned to take the trash out when I got up.

Then, at exactly 5:56 am, my eyes snapped open like I’d been activated by a government satellite.  TRASH DAY.

I launched out of bed, wrestled myself into jeans with the grace of a panicked raccoon, and crept toward the back door, trying to move silently so as not to disturb the sleeping lioness from her royal beauty sleep.

Because nothing says”good morning” like sprinting outside half-awake, dressed like a hostage negotiator, dragging trash cans to the curb before the garbage truck decides your household is on vacation or that we have become hoarders!

I am required to wear this shirt anytime I go outside!

Mission accomplished, with six fully loaded trash cans on the street ready for rescue by the BIG TRUCK!

Mary hit the office bright and early, paying her bills like she actually had money.  Very impressive.  Meanwhile, my bills are stacked neatly in a tray, where they will remain until tomorrow, because I believe in giving my bank account one more day of emotional preparation before the big evacuation.

Bye Bye… It was nice knowing you!!

After all that exhausting financial responsibility—mostly Mary’s—we decided that staying home another day didn’t feel right.  So we jumped in the car and headed to the Orange Elks for lunch, because their turkey sandwiches are so good they should come with a warning label: May cause happiness and sudden nap attacks.

The Orange Elks is just off the Orange Circle, about a block away, which is perfect because in 90-degree weather, nobody wants to walk far unless there’s a sandwich at the end of the journey.  By the time we arrived, the temperature was in the low 90s, which is Southern California’s gentle way of saying, “Welcome outside—now start melting.”

The building used to be the Odd Fellows Temple in 1925, but the Elks procured the building in 1935.  The Orange Elks Lodge 1475 was established in 1923, featuring 53 charter members and an initial induction of 75 members in Santa Ana.  The lodge later moved into its permanent four-story home at 211 East Chapman Avenue in 1935, a historic building originally constructed for the Odd Fellows.  You can read about their history here.

Third Floor, here we come!

Did You Know?  The Independent Order of Odd Fellows (IOOF) originated in 17th-century England as working-class guilds for tradespeople.  The name stems from its original purpose: in an era before social services, it was considered “odd” to pool resources to help fellow workers in times of sickness or distress.

After returning home, we stayed inside except for a quick visit to the garden, which is doing well!  The corn is getting ready to produce its fruit!

The tassels on the corn are showing, meaning it will be mating season very soon.  The tassels on a corn plant are the male flowering part of the plant.  Their main purpose is to produce and release pollen.

That pollen falls or blows onto the silks of the ears, which are the female parts.  Each silk connects to a potential corn kernel, so when pollen lands on a silk, it can fertilize it and allow a kernel to develop.

In short: tassels make pollen so the corn plant can produce kernels.

Yeah corn!

We have a load of bitter melons.  Bitter melons can be used in several tasty and practical ways, especially if you balance their bitterness.

Common ways to use bitter melon

• Stir-fry it with garlic, onions, eggs, pork, beef, shrimp, or tofu.
• Add it to soups and stews, where the bitterness mellows as it cooks.
• Stuff it with ground meat, rice, mushrooms, or vegetables, then steam or simmer it.
• Make pickles with vinegar, salt, sugar, and spices.
• Use it in curries with coconut milk, spices, or tomatoes.
• Juice it in small amounts, often mixed with cucumber, apple, lemon, or ginger.
• Dry it for tea, a common traditional use.

How to reduce the bitterness

1 Slice it open and remove the seeds and white pith.
2 Slice thinly.
3 Sprinkle with salt and let it sit for 15–30 minutes.
4 Rinse and squeeze out excess liquid.
5 Cook with strong flavors like garlic, soy sauce, chili, coconut milk, tomato, or fermented black beans.

Simple idea: bitter melon with egg!  Slice bitter melon thinly, salt and rinse it, then stir-fry with garlic.  Add beaten eggs, a little soy sauce, and pepper.  Cook until the eggs are set.

 

Bitter melons on the vine

We know Halloween is on its way because the pumpkins are forming.  This is the start of a Giant Pumpkin, which will eventually come in at about 30 pounds and provide for us to make pumpkin pie.

Last year, Mary made pumpkin pie from scratch!  WOW!  Best pumpkin pie I ever had (except perhaps for the ones Aunt Edit made 50 years ago).  No cans from the store.  Just removing the seeds, baking the cut-up pieces, and making the filling.  The filling was “lumpy,” which was much better than the store-bought puree!

Soon to be a full-sized pumpkin!!

I am a truly blessed man to have such an amazing partner to share life with.  Mary can open the refrigerator, stare into what appears to be three olives, half a lemon, and a suspicious container from last Tuesday, and somehow produce a three-course meal with all the trimming.  I’m starting to think Mary and Elizabeth Montgomery may have something in common—except Mary doesn’t wiggle her nose; she opens the fridge and dinner magically appears.

We called our good friend Dru and invited her over for dinner and a drink in the pool.  Dru came by, and we spent several wonderful hours catching up, solving world problems, and pretending we were going to remember all the details later.  Mary served homemade flatbread, and we rounded out the feast with popcorn and cheese slices—because nothing says”fine dining” quite like floating in a pool with a drink in one hand and cheddar in the other.

Splish-Splash

After swimming, Dru departed for home, and we watched “Bass Reeves: Lawman” on TV (an eight-episode miniseries), but we both fell sound asleep, so we will have to watch it again.  Bass Reeves was a legendary African American deputy U.S. marshal who escaped enslavement, spoke multiple Native American languages, and arrested over 3,000 outlaws in the Wild West.  His life inspired the biographical TV miniseries Lawmen: Bass Reeves.  Read about him; he had an amazing life!

A real American hero!!!

We did a kitty-check before going to bed at 11:30 pm.  No kitty, and the food was still there!  Maybe tomorrow!  We do NOT give up easily!

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The Weekend Is Coming, Beware!

Finally, time to relax!  We were up and moving around 7:00 am because apparently ‘relaxing’ now requires an early start and a schedule.  Our big plan was to head to the Elks for Girls Night Out, which is coming up on its sixth year.  At this point, we’re not just predictable—we’re a tradition with shoes. Sharing this helps friends and family stay connected with our daily routines and special moments.

At the Elks, we split the special of the day: lasagna, because nothing says “girls’ night” like layers of pasta and a possible nap afterward.  We also returned Bob’s photo albums, which we’ve been scanning for his upcoming 80th birthday party in August.  Handling decades of memories and hairstyles made some very bold choices over the years, and I hope sharing this brings back your own fond memories.

We didn’t arrive empty-handed, either.  We brought a big mess of basil and several cucumbers—and not just any cucumbers.  These were good-looking cucumbers.  The kind of cucumbers that know they are attractive and would probably have their own social media account if we let them.

As an example: here are two images, but one was run through AI, where AI was asked to optimize, refocus, and adjust contrast if needed. This highlights how technology can enhance our memories and adds an interesting twist to sharing old photos with loved ones.

Bob and Donna got married, so the image is 45 years old!

AI makes it look like last week (except for Bob’s hair).

On the way out the Lodge door, we stopped and got our picture taken!

We match again!

We dressed for the occasion!  Never too soon to become an Elk.

It was in the 90s when we arrived back home, but the house was a nice 74 degrees!  Mary stayed inside and took apart the dried pea pods so we could have soup later, and then she got busy filling our pill boxes.

Here’s some fun trivia about shelling green beans after they’ve dried to make soup:

  • They’re no longer really “green beans” at that point — once left to mature and dry in the pod, they become dry beans or shell beans.
  • Old-time gardeners wasted very little.  Beans that got too big or tough to eat fresh were often left on the vine to dry, then shelled and saved for winter soups.
  • This was a common pantry food before freezers and canning were widespread.
  • Dried beans stored well for months and provided protein during cold weather.
  • Many familiar soup beans come from the same plant family as green beans.  Pinto, navy, kidney, cranberry, and many heirloom beans are all varieties of Phaseolus vulgaris.
  • Shelling dried beans was often a social chore.  Families would sit together and pop the dry pods open by hand, sometimes saving the prettiest beans for next year’s seed.
  • The sound is part of the tradition.  Dry pods make a crisp rattling sound when the beans are ready, which is why some people say the beans “talk” when they’re dry enough.
  • Some beans were grown specifically for soup.  Heirloom varieties like October beans, cranberry beans, Jacob’s Cattle beans, and horticultural beans were prized for rich flavor in soups and stews.
  • They need soaking or long cooking.  Once dried, the beans become hard and usually need soaking overnight or slow simmering to soften.
  • Bean soup was a practical meal.  A pot of dried beans could feed a large family cheaply, especially with ham bone, bacon, onions, herbs, or garden vegetables added.
  • Saving seed and saving soup beans were often the same job.  The biggest, healthiest dried beans might be kept for planting, while the rest went into the soup pot.

I dared the Sun and went outside to water the veggies, making sure the ground was well soaked as the temperatures were in the 90s!  As I was watering, I noticed we have a mess of Bitter Melons or Bitter Gourds.  Now we have to figure out what to do with them!

When I came back inside, I worked on Mary’s Loft site and had a little fun doing it!  The “Loft” is our upstairs multi-purpose room and Mary’s art studio!  The website keeps all of Mary’s work over the past years.

Too Funny!!!  Mary, our neighbor Geri, and Mary’s instructor!

Mary made a nice dinner, and we watched TV, keeping one eye on the outdoor camera as we expected we might catch our wayward kitty tonight.  By 10:30 pm, we gave up and headed for bed!

At 10:30 pm, the iPhone went off; we caught a cat!  Notice I said, “a cat”.  We got an orange tabby who was prowling around, so I am sure it will not be back.  Mary and I reset the trap, put in new bait, and reset the camera, which had been bumped in the furor!  We hope Grace comes around at her standard 3-4 am timeframe!

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Mid-Week And All Is Well!

We were up and moving fairly early this morning because apparently retirement comes with a full itinerary and no snooze button.  Once again, we had a packed day of high-stakes retirement excitement: office work, household maintenance, and surveillance of Miss Grace, our furry little fugitive.

Miss Grace is still roaming around outside like she owns the neighborhood, butshe’ss getting closer and closer to the strike plate in the trap.  One or two more days of her thinking she’s outsmarting us, and then—whack!—she’ll be back in custody, probably filing a formal complaint with management.

Grace is smart, and it is taking time!! Here kitty kitty kitty!!

Mary went to the gym while I stayed home for my own workout: supervising the AC technician and nodding knowingly at mechanical things.  As I suspected—because I am now apparently an HVAC whisperer—the starting capacitor was on the fritz.  So we installed a”booster capacitor,” which sounds like something you’d add to a rocket ship, but it fixed the problem immediately.

He also raised the refrigerant pressure from 210 psi to the required 250 psi, which I understood completely as long as no one asked me any follow-up questions.

By the time Mary got home, we were $380 lighter, but the house was cool again.  And honestly, in July,that’ss not a repair bill—that’s a ransom payment.  At 10:30 am, we departed the house for our favorite Mexican/Caribbean restaurant in Seal Beach (next to Patty’s Place).

For your fix of Mexican and Caribbean flavors, look no further than Yucatan Grill in Seal Beach, CA.  Located at 550 Pacific Coast Hwy, Ste 111, this family-owned spot has been serving a mix of Mexican classics and Caribbean specialties since 1988

We met up with Robin and spent an hour planning future events and catching up on the tales of “Nick and Kayla”.

Lunch with Robin!

We dressed for the occasion since it was another 90-degree day AND we were dining at a Mexican restaurant.  We did get several comments about our outfits.

We matched!!

Without hesitation—or concern for my personal safety—I ordered the Shrimp Diablo: shrimp and vegetables swimming in a habanero sauce so hot it probably requires a waiver, served with rice and beans.

By the time I finished, I was sweating, my nose was running, and my eyes were watering as I had just watched the ending of a sad movie inside a volcano.

Absolutely delicious.

I’ve been going there since they opened almost 40 years ago, and apparently I still haven’t learned my lesson.

Shrimp Diablo!

We could not pass up the fried plantains.  Plantains are a banana-like fruit, but they’re usually larger, starchier, and less sweet than regular bananas.  They’re often cooked before eating—fried, baked, boiled, or mashed

Fried plantains

On the way home, we called Dianne and invited her to join us for a “midnight swim” at 7:30 pm, because at our age, that’s basically the witching hour.  She was at Costco, which meant she arrived properly equipped with dessert—because Costco is less of a store and more of a dessert distribution center with forklifts.

Mary whipped up dinner: cucumber salad and a modified pizza featuring real tomatoes from the garden, not those suspicious red tennis balls they sell at the grocery store.  We washed it all down with a glass of vino, because hydration is important.

Then we placed a call to Becky in Phoenix to celebrate her birthday.  We delivered a rousing chorus of “Happy Birthday,” which may or may not have been in the correct key, but was definitely delivered with enthusiasm.

I added my own thoughtful contribution to the conversation by asking Becky if she had received her Social Security card yet.  Apparently, this was not the sentimental birthday question she was expecting.  I  was politely informed that she still has about thirty years to wait.

So basically, I was early.   Very early.  But still early.

Dianne found the goodies.

After we got home, we found Donilita and crew hard at work cleaning the house, so we did the only sensible thing: we retreated to the office and established a temporary base of operations.  Very strategic.  Very official.  Mostly out of the way.

I headed for the computer and finished the latest pages involving “The Loft,” while Mary went outside and painted the outdoor statues, giving them a fresh new look and probably a better social life than most of us.

Best of all, we finally used some of the acrylic paints Colleen gave me six years ago, back when I was lonely and by myself.  Nothing says”healing journey” quite like opening a tube of paint after half a decade and saying, “Well, today’s the day.”

Mary works in the office painting.

Joe called and asked if I had an electronic leveling device, and I dug this out from my workbench, complete with a tripod!

Joe needs this tool!

After a wonderful dinner, we all headed to the big hot tub for a relaxing soak.   It was still light out, but we decided to wait until the lights came on!

Everyone climbed in, and as I was walking over to grab my float, I felt something in my pocket.

That “something” was my iPhone.

Apparently, I had decided it needed a spa day too.

Panic immediately set in.  Mary sprang into action like a seasoned emergency-room nurse—except instead of a crash cart, she ran to the kitchen.  She came back with a pan full of rice.  We carefully placed the little drowned phone into its grainy recovery bed and covered it up like a tiny electronic mummy.

Rice absorbs moisture, they say.  It also absorbs panic, blame, and several bad words.
And believe it or not—about an hour later, the iPhone came back to normal.  No bubbles, no coughing, no complaints.  Just a slightly more relaxed phone with a faint desire to order Chinese food.

After dinner dunk!

Mary took a few photos and then joined us as we floated around, chatted, and waited with great anticipation for the lights in the flower containers to switch on—because apparently that was our evening’s main event.

As soon as the Sun went down, we spotted the moon and Venus, which made us feel very astronomical and slightly more sophisticated than three people bobbing around in water for no particular reason.

It was a beautiful evening!

We ended up floating for almost two hours, solving none of the world’s problems but thoroughly enjoying ourselves.  I heard Dianne scream, and then it dawned on me that Mary and I had left the pen open, so our pet shark, “Toothless”, and pet octopus, “Inky”, decided to join the fun!

Oops, I left the cages open!

By the time we finally got out, we looked less like relaxed adults and more like three very happy, very wrinkled prunes.

After the dunk, we went tothe firepit and then the patio to enjoy Dianne’s dessert.  It is interesting because the sorbet is stuffed into half a frozen shell made of REAL orange, lemons, grapefruit, and other citrus.  The dessert was delightful.

Dianne headed home around 9:30 pm, relaxed and ready to join us again!

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Here We Go Again!

I’m going to get in trouble over this image!!

5:45 am and my eyes slapped open wider than a quarter; it was time to get up or lie there and study the ceiling!   I went to the office and worked on the picture from Sunday night’s dance at the Elks, plus putting together a year’s summary of our garden for 2026 (so far).

Mama Mary arose from the bedroom around 7:00 am and brought me a cup of coffee!  We planned out the day and began executing the plan in earnest!  First, we got ready to travel as I had an appointment with the urologist to validate that the cancer is still gone, and by golly, the PSA test revealed a 0.02% level, meaning no cancer.

From there, we made a tactical burger run to In-N-Out because Mary had exactly 45 minutes to transform from “hungry person” into “first-day-of-summer-session-watercolor-class student.” I dropped her off—properly fueled and ready to paint something tasteful—then came home to putter around like a retired sea captain with no ship and several tiny chores.

I drove back to the seniors center and picked up Mary and her new work of art.

Alas, our air conditioning system has given up the ghost. A few years ago, I would’ve marched out to the outside unit, removed a few panels, confidently blamed the starting capacitor, and either fixed it or created a much more expensive problem.

But it was 92 degrees outside, and this old body has apparently renegotiated its contract. These days, it prefers shade, iced tea, and not wrestling electrical components in the blazing sun.

So we called Sydney the Magnificent, and a technician is expected tomorrow morning—hopefully arriving with tools, wisdom, and the power to restore civilization to our home.

Meanwhile, we watched the movie Battleship and prepared food for our wayward cat who escaped a week ago.  Battleship (2012) flopped at the box office because of an excessive $220 million production budget, negative critical reviews, and fierce competition from The Avengers.  Additionally, audiences struggled to connect the abstract board game to a sci-fi alien invasion, and the film suffered from a lack of proven, bankable stars.

Halfway through the movie, we went to the pool and floated around until the moon came out and all the garden lights were on, making the pool/patio a romantic setting.

We returned to the movie, but Mary was so relaxed after the 90-minute swim in the warm water that she crashed on the couch.  I headed to the office to work on the daily diary, and when  I was done, I found Mary snuggled in the covers.  The whole-house fan was on high,h and we were getting the 71-degree outside air all over the house.

Good night all!

 

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On The Road Again!

Just us!!

We were on the road from 8:15 am until 0-Dark-Thirty, beginning with the gym, where we were apparently sentenced to hard labor for the crime of missing last week.

After surviving that, we went home, hosed ourselves off, and headed to Newport Beach for Amy’s doctor appointment.  Then came the text: Amycouldn’tt make it.  So naturally, after completing our scenic freeway tour for absolutely no reason, we returned home around 1:00 pm and collapsed briefly.

But the day wasn’t done with us yet.  We later re-entered the freeway gladiator arena, this time bound for Los Alamitos and Spaghettini—because nothing says”relaxing day” like cardio, canceled appointments, and multiple rounds of Southern California traffic.

Paris Chansons is French Music with a Global Twist.  Featuring favorites from Charles Aznavour, Joe Dassin, Edith Piaf, Macias, Adamo, Dalida, Patricia Kaas to Zaz PLUS some of the most beloved Italian & Eastern European gypsy classics and more!  Three multilingual singers bring an unparalleled diversity to their shows.  Julia Kantor, originally from the Ukraine, lived and studied in France, where she discovered in French music a soul connection that still imbues every performance.  She entrances from the stage with a sultry voice and dynamic presence.  Together with her husband, Jacob, a Russian-born singer/songwriter, they launched Paris Chansons.  Max Cohen grew up in Morocco steeped in French music, particularly the songs of Enrico Macias.  Max’s rich, velvety tone delivers beautifully nuanced renditions of his favorites, complete with a signature North African lilt.
Superb musicianship anchors the ensemble, effortlessly moving from jazzy improvisation to slow-burning balladry to blistering gypsy fervor.   All seasoned pros, the musicians are Jeff Lams on piano, Adam Cohen on upright bass, Endre Balogh on violin, Sinclair Lott on drums, and Jacob Kantor on guitar.   Paris Chansons takes you on a journey without leaving your seat (except, of course, to dance!), a spectacular celebration of French and international music that brings the world that much closer.

Vicky found this group, and it was playing about a mile from her house, so she got the tickets, and the rest is history!!

Vicky provided the Bidets!

Vicky and Jim jumped up just before the show began and ran toward a phone booth,h and the rest is history!

We had the best seats in the house, one table back from the stage, meaning the noise level was right on, and our field of view was perfect!

PAul is half in the bag!!

They played and sang,g and the whole audience began a conga line which I participated in!!

Great music

As the singer made the rounds, he stopped and shared a moment with the prettiest girl in the crowd, Dr. Mary.

Sometimes I wish I had taken singing lessons!!

We headed home around 9:00 pm and watched a little TV before going to bed.  Today was a full day!

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