The Rain Cometh Down!

The local weatherman is flying horizontally through a storm while holding a street lamp with one hand.  The other hand is holding an upended umbrella.

Estimated reading time: 2 minutes

Today we got 1 and 5/8th inches of rain!

Today we expected rain, and the weatherman nailed it.  He said 9:00 am, and it started at 9:01—basically wizard-level accuracy.  Of course, that’s the exact moment we were headed out for our bi-weekly dose of pain, and the sky decided to join in.

Mary went into the mouth of the dragon, marching right into Peak Performance and yelling, “Who wants a piece of me?”  All the trainers ran to the back of the room,  cowering in sheer fright, with some of the men shedding some tears.

It’s a cheerful environment, except for the occasional screams and the rattle of chains.

I dragged myself inside, but within a few minutes, I headed home; I was sick to my stomach.  Mary stayed and endured the punishment provided by her Peak Performance Trainer.  When I got home, only a 4.5-minute drive, I crashed and set the alarm for 40 minutes.  I began to feel a lot better when I arrived to get Mary.  Whatever I had went away!

We did some shopping at the market because our milk supply was low and we needed other necessities, like puff pastry!

It was raining like the sky had a personal grudge as we pulled in, so I sprinted out to do a “quick” yard check before unloading groceries—aka a 12-second soaking that left me looking like I’d gone through a car wash fully clothed.

Everything was wet, and the clouds seemed to be enjoying the mess they were making on the ground!

After returning inside and shaking like a wet doggie, I went to work!  First, a small lunch for m’lady, then dessert: cherry strudel.

Only 500 calories for the entire thing!

For the rest of the day, we alternated between reading and watching TV.  We hit the sack at midnight after four hours of Suits.

We enjoy the rain as it gives us reason to work around the house!

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Colleen Goes Home!

We heard Colleen mumbling in her room!

We just dropped Colleen off, and we already miss her!  The 11:30 am drop-off was perfectly timed.  She was only with us for a week.  At this rate, we might have to install a revolving door.  Luckily, she’ll be back in April for Charlie’s graduation—our star eighteen-year-old grandson who’s escaping high school and heading for the wild world of college!

We returned directly home and read for quite a while.  Mary just started a new book, and I am fifteen pages from the end of a book in the Oregon Files series.

I feel for those who cannot read and imagine themselves in the book, buckling swash along with the heroes, fighting tooth and nail for good.  They know not what they are missing.

I swapped the flag from St. Valentine’s to St. Patrick’s Day.  The old St.Paddy’ss flag is looking a little “worse for the wear” (more O’Shabby than O’Shamrock), so we’re ordering a new one this year.

Since it is going to rain most of the week, I took a quick walk through the garden and found that the berries are beginning to sprout.  This year, I plan to keep them in check and not go wild, invading the neighbor’s yard.

This year, I plan to fertilize the canes regularly, starting tomorrow, if it is not raining too hard.

All of the canes are beginning to show signs of growth!  This year should be perfect.

The neighbor’s tree is my challenge this year.  We are going to try to eat all the oranges so they do not drop to the ground.   That means once a week, when the gardener is working, I will be next door picking oranges.

Jim (our neighbor)  loves it when we pick, since they are seldom home!

We finished the day watching “Suits” and alternately getting mad at Louis Litt and giggling at him!  The show changes emphasis very often.  Our favorite is Donna because Donna is just like Robin!

Just before 6:00—right before the outdoor lights were scheduled to kick on—I switched them from Valentine’s Red to St. Patrick’s Green.  Exterior decorating in seconds: one tap on the iPhone and poof… my house went from “Be Mine” to “Kiss Me, I’m Irish.” Thanks, Govee (and my thumb).

I threw together dinner for Mary using a greatest-hits compilation of our leftovers.  I wasn’t hungry—probably because I spent the whole day “taste-testing” bread and butter like it was my full-time job.

What do you get if you cross poison ivy with a four-leaf clover?  A rash of good luck.

We await St Patrick to come down the fireplace and leave us such serious whiskey!

We finally switched off the boob tube at 10:30 pm and went to bed.  Tomorrow will be another interesting day.  Rain outside means housework inside!

NOTE:  We got a text from our girl, and she landed safely in Boston and is on her way home!

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Happy Valentine’s Day!!

We are doing it again!!!

We were up and moving early and joined Colleen at the breakfast room table for a pot of coffee and a recreation of last night’s family dinner.

Colleen is beside herself with excitement to be going to her mom’s birthday party today with Joe and a few others.  I asked what the plans were (since I, of course, was not invited), but the details were… aggressively vague.

From what I managed to gather through careful investigation (and light interrogation), I think the 3:00 pm.  “Lunch” will look something like this since Jeanette planned the event, Jeanette, who??

Beer and wine are an extra charge!

Colleen was up and running, so she would not miss the birthday party (it’s hard to find good possums these days), so we decided the hot tub would be a good idea.  We soaked for an hour and then finished off a bottle of champagne!

We stuck around the house and got ourselves ready for the Elks Lodge Valentine’s Day party this evening.

We got ready for Robin and Bob to do a drive-by… they picked us up and drove us to the festivities, where we will spend the entire evening visiting our friends and celebrating our love!

It is Valentine’s Day, so Mary tried on her first selection for the evening.   I have it a thumbs DOWN for the party but a big thumbs UP for lounging around the house!

It was getting late, and Mary finally came out of the hot tub and was ready to go!  She never spilled an ounce of the champagne!

Now, Mary was ready to leave!

Hey, it is Valentine’s Day!

We thought about Vicky since she’s been on The Love Boat this past week!  Word is, Vicky will be running a special on anti-seasickness pills and assorted “please-don’t-let-me-hurl” contraptions.

Dramamine and those wrist acupressure bracelets?  An extra 10% off—because nothing says romance like not puking over the railing.

We rolled into the Elks right on time and scored a table for twenty—because nothing says “responsible planning” like reserving five extra seats for our imaginary friends.  Bob and Donna were fired up to hit the dance floor, ready to cut loose like it was a competition and they’d already bribed the judges.

Mary and I stayed parked in our chairs, though, because Mary’s trainer went a little too “motivational” on Friday morning.  By evening, she wasn’t “ready to dance” so much as “ready to file a complaint and ice everything from the eyebrows down.”

Go get’um on the dance floor and report back!

Mary and I were sitting there minding our own business when someone yelled, “Go get a room!” Which was confusing, because we weren’t even doing anything scandalous—unless you count sharing a bread basket and making the kind of eye contact that says, “If you steal my butter, we’re done.”

So naturally, we spent the rest of the night trying to figure out what we did.  Were we holding hands, N.  Were we whispering sweet nothings?  Also, no—unless “Do you think Bob just pulled a hamstring or is that his normal face?” counts.

Apparently, at the Elks, if you laugh at the same joke and sit within five inches of each other, you’re basically engaged.

Just us!

We were all missing Vicky—freshly returned from a brutal week in the Caribbean, trapped on a cruise ship with nothing but sunshine, ocean breezes, and people bringing her food.

We invited her to drop by, but she said she was “too tired.” Which is totally fair… I mean, recovering from all that relaxing has to be exhausting.

So we did the only reasonable thing: we decided to sing to her!  Because nothing says”rest up” like an unexpected concert from your friends.

Colleen swooped in right before dinner was served—impeccable timing.
We didn’t hear a single detail about her party because she was too busy chatting up Bob and Donna, as if they were the press corps.

Don’t worry—we’ll get the full low-down tomorrow morning.

We headed home a little after 8:30 pm.

I drove home since we had two cars this evening.  Colleen had the Van because she came from the birthday party.

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The Week Has Become Weak!

Guess what we did this morning??

We cinched up our sweats and marched straight into the mouth of the dragon—because nothing says “self-care” like voluntarily entering a building where strangers hurt you on purpose.

First, we rode the stationary bikes at breakneck speed.  Next week I’m strapping a tiny red horn to mine, and when I hit five miles I’m going to toot-toot like I just won the Tour de Living Room.

Our pain specialists were in rare form this morning, and of course, I drew the Big Boss, the head Kahuna, Mr. Pain.  You know—the final-level villain who doesn’t ask, “How does that feel?” so much as announce, “Interesting… let’s see how far that goes.”

Anthony, meanwhile, proudly demonstrated how I could lick my own elbow, requiring only three doses of painkillers, a waiver, and what I assume was a brief out-of-body experience.

I peeked back at Mary, and she was practicing being a pretzel—really committing to the role, too.  If someone had sprinkled salt on her, we could’ve sold tickets.

While poking fun at Peak Performance, the facility and staff are OUTSTANDING and certainly care about their clients, keeping track of everything going on in our physical lives so that they can adjust accordingly.  I would NEVER consider going to a “Big Box Gym” after having the personalized touch of trained, qualified trainers like those at Peak Performance.

Thank You, Anthony for keeping this ol’ 81 year old body moving and feeling young again!

Once we finally made it home and completed our highly technical recovery program (read: sitting down and making dramatic noises), we got back to work.  I puttered around the garden, bravely battling weeds that were clearly organized and possibly unionized, while Mary whipped up breakfast like a short-order wizard.

Colleen had already taken off to have lunch with her mom, so the house was just the two of us—alone, unsupervised, and dangerously close to thinking we were being productive.

We got ready for a family dinner at the Old Spaghetti Factory near the Santa Fe train Station in Fullerton.  Colleen returned from lunch, and we all departed for the train station around 5:15 pm, perfect timing for a 6:00 pm reservation!

It was a 32-minute drive due to traffic.

The Old Spaghetti Factory in Fullerton opened on this day in 1984!  Happy Anniversary!

The Spaghetti Factory in Fullerton.

Founded in 1969 in Portland, Oregon, by Guss and Sally Dussin, The Old Spaghetti Factory is famous for its eclectic, antique-filled decor, including iconic trolley car seating.  As of late 2025, there are over 40 locations, mostly in California, featuring a consistent menu of pasta, bread, and signature Spumoni ice cream, with over 160 million scoops served.

We were the first to arrive, so we waited in the lounge, but everyone else showed up by 6:00 pm (except Connor, who was coming in from way down south).

We sat and watched people enter and exit the restaurant.

Mary and I sat at the end of the table, which was a bit of a mistake because we couldn’t hear anything (the restaurant is loud).

Joe sat at the head of the table; I got the foot!

Joe and grandson Zack (the one with the menu hat) share stories as great-grandson Remington listens in!

Choose your words carefully, gentlemen; little ears are listening.

I heard Lilly order a “something or rather” cloud, but had no idea what it was!  Then, a blue drink with a cloud appeared.  I gained two pounds just looking at it.

Even Lilly was surprised!

Colleen showed up tragically under-bearded, so clearly we’ll need to issue her one next time—clip-on, starter beard, full lumberjack… We’ll work on it.

We’re also down a couple of key cast members: Robin is out sick (sending germs a formal eviction notice), and Michele is currently winging her way to Northern California to see Theo—presumably migrating in a graceful V formation like a determined, well-packed goose.

Heavy-duty lenses required!

Becca, Lilly, Colleen, and Amy formed a group and got several pictures taken!

Lilly is getting old; in a few years, I might be a great, great grandpa!

We took a chance with the camera and somehow captured one great-grandson, four grandsons, one son, and the real star of the show: Colleen.  (Everyone else is basically just her supporting cast.)

By 8:00 pm, we were all tired and ready for the drive home!

It was a thirty-minute drive home.

There was no traffic, and we zipped home in about 16 minutes.

When we finally got home around 8:30 pm, everyone crashed.  Colleen was still on Eastern Time—so for her it was already 11:30.  Mary’s back was sore from her morning workout, and I planned to download my photos and read for a bit… but “for a bit” didn’t last long.

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Time For “Girls Night Out!”

Just us!  Another day in paradise!

We have no idea what happened, but we didn’t get up until almost 8:15 am.  Apparently, “lounging around reading and watching TV” is an extreme sport—and we absolutely crushed it.

We enjoyed our morning coffee with Colleen, who demonstrated the new bedding organization system she created for us.  It’s an incredible idea, thanks to Amazon!  Now, we don’t have to pull out the bedding to see where everything belongs.

The things you learn from your kids are amazing!

This morning, Mary and I have dentist appointments at 11:30 am, so Colleen is going to the Elks Lodge to start lunch with the gang.  We will “ketchup” as soon as we can.  Our friends are eager to visit with Colleen, as she has made a hit with them!

Colleen had another hilarious new idea for the backyard, which she shared with us.  We briefly considered it—roughly 30 milliseconds—but quickly decided it was a total non-starter!

No hammer or nails required!

Before we left, Mary sent me a Facebook Reel.  I’m deeply offended by the implications… even though, annoyingly, they’re probably accurate.

We hit the road for the dentist at 10:45, thinking we might be able to get in a little early.  Nope!  They were right on schedule.  To save time, I asked the hygienist to check and clean every other tooth, but no luck!

“Open wide, my dear… NOT that wide, I just lost the hammer and crowbar!!”

We were driving to the Elks from the dentist’s office when Mary received an unexpected text message.  It was from our neighbor Jeff’s daughter.  Jeff’s lung condition had suddenly worsened, and he passed away last night.  His sudden departure hit both of us hard as he was such a nice man, a wonderful neighbor, and a good friend.  Jeff and I had so much in common that it was uncanny.

We remembered the party that we helped host for him with his family and friends.

Jeff Smith (1945-2026) RIP!

We rolled into the Elks a casual 40 minutes late—because punctuality is a myth—but George and Bill were still there like absolute legends, hanging around to greet us.  Sydney, too, was probably placing bets on whether we’d show up at all.  Colleen had already arrived and was regaling them with stories of days gone by!

Surrounded!

On the way out, we told Colleen about “The Challenge Coin,” so she laid one on Ronnie!

Ronnie owes ME a drink!!

I decided we should play cards—but the second I got the deck out… I passed out.  Turns out Ican’tt handle a full house!

Ronnie said he was DJ’ing the TikiRoom Dinner tonight, so naturally we showed up to provide moral support (and unsolicited song requests).  After getting home, we squeezed in a power nap, then headed back to the Elks Lodge to meet up with Sydney, Dianne, and the Capps—fully recharged and ready to pretend we stay up late and party during the week.

The sunset put on quite a show this evening!

The Silver Fox gave us quite a view as we headed toward the freeway!

Colleen got a great shot from the freeway ramp as we approached the lodge.

It felt like we should be wearing grass skirts and going to a luau (oh, we are sort of!)

We re-arrived and are ready for a delicious dinner, drinks, dancing, and other frivolity!

Dr. Capps and I were surrounded by beautiful ladies… which was great, because someone had to make us look good.

So, we ordered dinner and got to dancin’ up a storm.  Mary’s back seems to be almost normal!

We had an amazing, astonishing, astounding, fabulous, fantastic, fantastical, incredible, marvelous, miraculous, phenomenal, prodigious, stupendous, unbelievable, and wondrous evening with friends.  Stories were told, and some were even believed!

Dianne was gettin’ it on!!!

Colleen would never talk a movie once the subject waved her off!  But remember, she is like her dad.  Here is Sydney demonstrating how NOT to use a Tiki Hoop!

I signed in Sydney as “Honey” this evening!

By “getting late for us old folks,” I mean it was pushing 8:30 pm—practically midnight in our time zone.  So we gathered up our things and made for the exit.  Meanwhile, Sneaky Colleen had already pulled a full valet move: she’d slipped out, brought the car around to the front door, and had it waiting—warm, ready, and making us look way more sto-piss-ta-kated than we actually are.

Note: We invited Robin to join us, but she wasn’t feeling well, so she clocked out from work early and left us to wing it without our “Robin” in the group.

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Mid-Week, Nada!

I studied all night long so I would pass the test!!

We were up and moving early because I had a blood test scheduled at 10:00 am and a carotid artery ultrasound at 11:00 am.  Even though I practiced for the blood test, it is always an experience.

We drove about six miles to the 1010 Building and waited until 11:15 am to get the carotid ultrasound.

Robert Hooke (1635-1703) was an English scientist, natural philosopher, and architect who first noted that sound waves could be used to study the inside of the body.  In 1794, Italian physiologist Lazzaro Spallanzani studied how bats navigate in the dark.  This understanding became the basis for modern ultrasound physics.  John J. Wild (1914-2009) is credited as being the Father of Medical Ultrasound.  He is best known for using ultrasound to diagnose cancer.  More…

We decided to half the leftovers for lunch and went home to reheat last night’s dinner from Darya’s.  The meal was perfect and kept us out of the refrigerator the rest of the day!

Collen was gone when she took the van to pick up Joe and the crew, and they drove to the desert for a CIF Soccer Playoff game.

The day was dreary, so I did some work on the garage before coming inside and reading my current Clive Cussler adventure.  Mary joined me in the TV/Living room, where we both read until 8:30 pm.  It was nice to get over four hours of reading time, and I was really getting into The Corporation’s current adventure about the golden Buddha and the island of Macau.  In my mind, I was part of the team!  I could NOT put down the Paperwhite!

Mary and I share the same library (as we like to read the same things).

We have at least four Paperwhites between us, and since they keep track of where you are, we can keep one in the bedroom and the other as a traveler.  Mine is red, and Mary’s is pink!  We love its capabilities, especially its built-in dictionary.

With the touch of a finger, a dictionary and a thesaurus are available.

Amazon Kindle is a series of e-readers designed and marketed by Amazon.  Amazon Kindle devices enable users to browse, buy, download, and read e-books, newspapers, magazines, Audible audiobooks, and other digital media via wireless networking to the Kindle Store.  The hardware platform, developed by Amazon’s subsidiary Lab126, began as a single device in 2007.  Currently, it comprises a range of devices, including e-readers with E Ink electronic paper displays and Kindle applications on all major computing platforms.  All Kindle devices integrate with Windows and macOS file systems and Kindle Store content, and as of March 2018, the store had over six million e-books available in the United States.

At 8:30 pm, we turned on the boob tube and continued watching “Suits,” where Louis becomes a named partner.  Mary and I agreed that if we had to work with Louis, we would have thrown him out the 38th-floor window!

Finally, around 10:30-ish, we shut off the TV, turned out the lights, and headed for bed.  As I fell asleep, I was thinking about growing up in the 1950s; they were amazing times!

Absolutely nothing happened all day—so naturally, we were exhausted.

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It’s Painting Day! Today We Got Our First “Toofer”!

It’s always time to dance!

Estimated reading time: 6 minutes

We met up with Colleen in the kitchen around 7:00 am American time.  Colleen is still three hours ahead of us.  We had a cup of coffee and three bananas.   After yesterday’s meal, none of us were hungry, so my plan to do a breakfast steak and omelets was put on the back burner, no pun intended!

By 9:00 am, Mary headed off to the showers, and Colleen fired up The Silver Fox like she was launching a top-secret operation.  Mission: hit the local Dunkin’ Donuts and return with lattes… plus my highly specific, extremely urgent special request: one glazed donut.

No pressure or anything—just the fate of my morning happiness riding on a single ring of sugar.

While scrolling through Quora, I came across a very interesting picture that revealed something I did NOT know.   In one of my favorite movies of all time, the “old geezer” on the left (who played a sick old man who jumped off his deathbed to watch the big fight) was, in reality, John Ford’s brother (Ford is on the right and directed the movie).

I turn to this movie at least once a year and have for the past forty years!

While everyone was busy, I finished off yesterday’s daily diary and began a new entry for today.

Mary’s back is finally starting to behave like a normal spine again, so we reviewed her treatment plan: pills, alcohol, massages, and acupuncture.  After careful scientific debate, we still can’t agree which one worked best—mostly because the alcohol made the meeting notes illegible.

Apparently, it really works!

Before Mary departed for the painting class, Colleen received a call from her daughter, who said there was some turmoil at home.

Colleen fixed the problem and, once again, showed she is a great mommy!!

Our neighbor picked up Mary, so Colleen and I headed for Home Depot.  We walked around and filled the basket with necessities of life, including two new brooms (guaranteed to hold 135 pounds, in case Mary wants to go flying in October).

As soon as Colleen and I got home, it was time to retrieve Mary and her new artwork.  Today, we goto a toofer!  So, what exactly is a “toofer”?  The first image was actually two challenges set by the instructor today!

So, if one does digital surgery on the image, we get two separate works of art suitable for The Louvre in Paris (arrangements are being made as we type).

Time for a cupcake, complete with hearts.

Cupcakes originated in the late 18th century and were initially called “number cakes” or “1234 cakes” due to their simple, ratio-based ingredients.  The term “cupcake” first appeared in 1828, referring either to baking in individual cups or measuring ingredients by the cup.  They became popular in the 1920s, with Hostess introducing the first commercial version in 1919.

Then we have the Valentine’s Day Byrd.  Its name is “Arrow”!  Using my amazing translation skills (I speak fluent bird!), I demand a piece of the cupcake, or else he will do a bombing run right across the top of the cake.

This little fellow is a real birdbrain!!

We went VFR home because it looked like rain was coming anytime, and we needed to get the van ready for tomorrow’s pilgrimage to South America, with Joe as the chauffeur.

Robin called, and her ETA was 4:30 pm, so we got ready to receive her and run!  We were off to Dayra’s for dinner.  Mary was ready to eat!

“Hurry up!  Let’s eat!!”

At 4:45 pm, Robin arrived, and at 4:46 pm, we took off for Dayra’s!

Persian food is a delicate, aromatic, and ancient cuisine defined by the heavy use of saffron, pomegranate, dried limes, and rose water, typically pairing savory meats with fruits and nuts.  It balances flavors, rarely uses hot spices, and is deeply influenced by the Silk Road, with rice-based dishes like chelow as staples.

Key Trivia and Fun Facts:

World Leaders: Iran produces roughly half of the world’s saffron and is the largest producer of pistachios.

Ancient Treats: Ancient Persians invented the first known form of ice cream around 400 BCE, often serving it with rosewater and vermicelli.

The National Dish: Chelow Kabab (grilled meat served over rice) is considered the national dish, often served with sumac, grilled tomatoes, and raw egg.

Rice Culture: Persian rice is considered an art form, with the ultimate goal of creating a perfect, golden, crispy bottom layer called tahdig.

Hot/Cold Balance: Based on ancient Zoroastrian traditions, food is classified as “hot” or “cold” (regardless of temperature) to balance the body’s metabolism.

Utensils: A spoon is the primary utensil, as knives are rarely needed because the meat is tender.

First Meal in Space: Ghormeh Sabzi, a popular herb stew, was the first Iranian dish eaten in space.

The Scent of Tradition: Rose water is not just for dessert; it is often used in main savory dishes.

Key Herb: Golpar (dried Persian hogweed) is a uniquely Persian spice often used on pomegranates and broad beans.

Famous Soups: Ash reshteh is a thick herb and noodle soup made with kashk (a fermented, salty whey) and served during Nowruz.

Fruit and Meat: A staple of Persian cuisine is pairing savory meats with fruit, such as lamb or chicken with a pomegranate and walnut sauce (fesenjan).

The restaurant is located about 1.7 miles from home and is quite nice.

In we go for a real treat!

We had a great seat!

Surrounded by a bevy of beauties!

When I got home, I marched straight to the kitchen to make homemade white bread.  It was my first loaf in about five years, so I wasn’t so much “baking” as I was re-learning the ritual and going on an archaeological dig for my own tools.  Somewhere between the flour and the yeast, I found a whisk, three measuring cups, and a strong suspicion that my rolling pin has been living a double life.

The bread turned out pretty good, considering the time lapse since I last made it!

We watched Suits until 11:30 pm and then crashed.

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The Weak Begins But We will Be Strong After The Gym Visit

Estimated reading time: 6 minutes

Colleen was up because she is still three hours ahead.  Colleen wanted to go to Dunkin’ Donuts for her caffeine fix, so, being rather brilliant, I sent Colleen in The Silver Fox with instructions to get lattes for Mary and me.  Now, the car will be warm when we go to the gym!

Me: “How heavy is it?” Trainer: “Light?” The ball: built like a small refrigerator with anger issues.

We’re ready for the rack!  Bring it on, Peak Performance—we can handle it (without crying).OK, maybe just a light misting when we hear our tendons pop like bubble wrap and the coaches casually yeet* a 100-pound medicine ball at us, instantly compressing our lungs into the size of a small green pea.

* “Yeet” is slang that means to throw something, often with wild, energetic abandon, forcefully.

After an hour of torture, we headed home hat in hand and defeat on our faces.  We went to the office, where I found my email inbox was full, so I quickly went through the mailbox, keeping only the emails I wanted to read.  Of course, when Thomas Sewell sends out a message, I read it twice because he is so smart.  He defines the government under liberals quite well!

I love this man!  He is very wise and a great American!!

Back home, we put Mary in her La-Z-Boy and said, “Sit, Stay!”  She was expecting her masseuse at 11:00 am.  Colleen and I went joyriding, doing necessary errands.  We dropped off the wheelchair, thus making room in the car for cases of wine!   Next on the assul list was Trader Joe’s, where we arranged for four cases of “Three-Buck’Chuck” to be placedin the trunk of the car along with several other necessities of life.

We had to make a “quick stop” at Ralph’s for our favorite variety of milk… and somehow that turned into a full-blown mission for milk plus “a few” additional goodies (you know, essentials… like snacks and other snacks).

Colleen and I had a great time shopping—then it got serious: we started planning how to sneak our treasures into the house without Mary noticing.

When we got home, we were acting like we’d robbed a bank:

• “You take the milk.  I’ll distract her with normal conversation.”
• “If she hears the bags, abort.  ABORT””
• “Worst case, we claim Ralph’s employees accidentally put the treats in our cart.”

All this over groceries… like we’re not two adults doing a snack heist in broad daylight.

But first, we needed to do an In-An-Out flyby!  I practiced Mary’s order twice before I blurted it out to the young man taking orders: “Cheeseburger protein style, no onions, light spread, extra pickles, trim the lettuce, etc.”  He ran out of room to write the order.  Colleen and I did cheeseburgers and fries.

The poor order-taker did not know what hit him!

Upon our arrival, a strange man was leaving the house via the front door as we pulled into the garage.  I ceased to worry when I remembered the masseuse was scheduled to depart around noon!  We had a great lunch and made sure we sent photos of our In-N-Out tip to Mark!

Then the magic began.  I stepped up to the stove, raised my baton, and began to cook to the tune of Disney’s Fantasia!  I donned my Sorcerer’s hat, waved the baton, and ordered the broom to assist me!

Browning the 1″ cube of meat was my starting point, and then allowing the meat to simmer for an hour in Paul’s Secret Beef Stock while I prepared the veggies.

After an hour, the veggies were ready to go into the mix.

Carrots, small potatoes, and celery were ready!

One additional hour of simmering with the veggies, and we were ready for dinner.  I decided toast was in order, plus some sliced peaches, topped off by a glass of our finest wine (Three-Buck-Check)!   Dinner was served!

The meal was actually quite good!  I think Colleen was amazed to see “pops” conducting the kitchen and coming up with something edible (other than a TV dinner from the microwave!)

We sat down, I lit the candles on the table, and lowered the lights (so they could NOT see what they were eating).  A quick look in the kitchen revealed that my cooking skills were improving, as there was no mess.  Then it dawned on me: Colleen was my wingman, performing cleanup behind me, as I do for Mary!  We all had a good laugh and an excellent meal!

Cleanup was easy because before I knew what was happening, Collen had the table and kitchen spotless!  Then came the first yawn!  Colleen is still running on East Coast time, so it was 9:30 pm and her bedtime.  Off she went down the hallway, candle and bell book in hand, to settle in for a long winter’s nap!

Mary and I went to the Living/TV Room and watched five episodes of “Suits” ending at Season 3, Episode 9.  While Mary got ready for bed, I checked my email and found a picture of Vicky and Jim, who decided to take a walk on the beach by the Seal Beach pier.  It was a sunny day, but they did not realize how cold the water was.

It was a sunny day in California, and you can almost see Catalina in the background!

I buzzed through my email and ran across a great video about the place where I grew up.   I lived three long blocks from the Helms Bakery on Venice Blvd and walked by there every day while going to High School!  This video brought back memories.  It is 2 minutes and 20 seconds long.  Enjoy!

Nostalgia hit me, and even today, sixty-five years later, I can smell the bakery in action when I see the images!

Good night,t all!

 

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We Are Getting A New Arrival!!

Mary keeps saying, “EVERY DAY is wife day!”

Estimated reading time: 5 minutes

The sun was not even up when I hit the floor this morning.  Knowing her nibbs would be sleeping for a while, I prepared myself a cup of joe and readied the daily diary for another entry!  I noticed that I am getting good at tippy-toeing around the how so as not to wake the sleeping lioness.

“Her nibs” (and “his nibs”) is an informal, often sarcastic, and sometimes affectionate British slang term for a woman in authority or someone who acts in a self-important, superior, or demanding manner.  It is used like a title of honor, such as “Her Majesty” or “Her Highness,” to mock or lightly tease someone for their perceived high station or arrogance.

We worked in the office until 9:00 am, then started preparing to receive Miss Colleen.    Our daughter is a grandmother, making us great-grandparents.

While Mary took her shower and got ready for the airport run, I fertilized and de-weeded the roses, then watered them using the Hydrawise system (i.e., I control all watering from my iPhone).

Thank you, Hydrawise, for making my life easier!

As I was working, I kept remembering my grandmother, who was moving into an assisted living facility, and we had visited her many years ago (she would have been 141 years old this year).

We wanted to make sure she was being well cared for, so we had dinner with her at the facility.  We said goodbye and planned to visit again the next day! 

The next morning, the nurses bathed her, fed her a tasty breakfast, and set her in a chair at a window overlooking a lovely flower garden.

She seemed okay, but after a while, she slowly started to tilt sideways in her chair.  Two attentive nurses immediately rushed up to catch her and straighten her up.

Again, she seemed okay, but after a while, she slowly started to tilt over to her other side.  The nurses rushed back and once more brought her back upright.

This “tilt & adjust” activity apparently went on all morning.  Later that day, we went to revisit her to see how Grandma was adjusting to her new home.

“So, Gramm, how is it here?  Are they treating you all right?”

“It’s pretty nice,” she replied.  “Except they won’t let me fart.”

As I walked in the patio door to get ready to go to the airport, I noticed that, in the middle of winter, we have strawberries in our rotary pots.  Several of the “pots” on the rotary were filled with strawberries, and I assume it was the unfettered view of the sun and the warmth of the patio that allowed these puppies to grow.

Yummy!!

At 11:20 am, we launched in The Silver Fox for John Wayne Airport because Colleen was scheduled to land at 11:45—meaning we had precisely 25 minutes to feel confident, then immediately panic.

Halfway there, I noticed we were low on fuel.  Not “maybe we should stop soon” low—more like “the dashboard is starting to clear its throat” low.  But the timing was chef’s kiss: we cruised past the arrival gates like we totally meant to, dipped out onto McArthur Blvd, and found a Standard station.

A quick splash of dinosaur juice later, the Silver Fox was topped off and feeling young again.  We headed back to the airport—only half a mile away—and, like magic (or airport sorcery), Colleen appeared right on cue.

We will be seeing a lot of Joe and Colleen in the next week!

We picked up Colleen, then we were off to Benjie’s for brunch.  We all had half-pastrami sandwiches and either a cup of soup or a salad.  Colleen and I could NOT resist ourselves and went for the rootbeer float.

Root beer floats were invented in August 1893 by Frank J. Wisner in Cripple Creek, Colorado, who was inspired by the snowy peaks of Cow Mountain.  Originally named the “Black Cow,” this classic treat combined vanilla ice cream with root beer.  National Root Beer Float Day is celebrated annually on August 6.

After arriving home, Mary was, if my magic, transported to the La-Z-Boy to rest her back.  At the same time, Colleen and I walked the garden and ended up sitting on the far patio listening to Johnny Cash and catching up on the latest family gossip!

It was beginning to get cool, so we went inside.  Colleen headed to her room to unpack, and that was the last we saw of her.  We are sure she was pooped out after spending the day flying and getting up at o’dark-thirty to drive to Boston.

Mary and I watched TV together, except when I went outside to catch the Turning Point Halftime Show.  4.5 million others, and I watched the show on YouTube, and it was very good, certainly better than listening to the screeching of the roasted bunny screaming in Spanish to the music made by eight cats in a large trash can.

We crashed after finishing off The American President and then watching four episodes of “Suits”.

As I turned off the TV, I looked over at Sleeping Beauty!

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Saturday Is a Work Day! No, Really!!

Estimated reading time: 5 minutes

Just us!  Robin, Mary, and I had our morning coffee and chatted for a while before getting to work.  Mary and Robin headed to the office so Mary could get her 1099s downloaded with Robin’s help.  I headed to the garden and worked for the next six hours transplanting strawberries, moving blueberries to the west wall, fixing the drip system, and straightening up the vineyard.

Mary and Robin made an observation.

By the end of the day, I had placed the tomato cages, sorted by size, in the beds.  All we need now is plants and mulch!

Sorted by size???

There was some Swiss chard remaining in the big garden, so I transplanted it into the small gardens as it looked healthy!

I am getting hungry already!

The strawberries are all transplanted and lined up, each with its own drip line running to it!  The blossoms are forming, so we should begin seeing strawberries in about a month!

This display made Mary a happy girl!  Now, if they don’t produce, I will sneak to the market every few days, buy a basket of strawberries, and bring them in the house like a cat bringing a mouse to its owner.

Yummy!!!

I felt like I was behind bars.  The old labels remaining from last year were removed from the cages, and I straightened them where needed.  They await the tomato plants!

The support is ready to go into action!

We harvest oranges all summer long thanks to Jim and Doris!  Their tree goes wild, and we help tame it every day!

Orange juice is packed with Vitamin C, potassium, and antioxidants like hesperidin, which boost immunity and heart health; a single glass often exceeds daily Vitamin C needs.  Interestingly, the color “orange” was named after the fruit, and the juice is so popular it’s a classic breakfast staple, though its sugar content means moderation is key.  Oranges float because of air pockets in their peel, but the fruit itself sinks.

The tree is loaded, and I make sure it is properly fertilized!

Trimming the plants in the rotary pots turned into a surprise treasure hunt: strawberries are in there, blushing and almost ready to snack on.

And the herb garden just hit the terrible twos—so this year it’s getting the gardening equivalent of a cozy blanket and a stern talking-to: serious mulch.

Turn, turn, turn!  That’s an excellent name for a song!

Robin headed for the hills around 11:00 am, and Mary assumed her post in the Living/TV Room—remote in one hand, HSC (Home Shopping Channel) on the TV, and bargaining instincts running at 100%.

She was on standby for Benny, our vintage-clothes wheeler-dealer, to roll in and work his magic.  When he arrived, Mary unloaded her stash of old costumes and vintage dresses like it was a one-woman estate sale.  Verdict: successful mission—Mary was thrilled with the haul, and Benny left looking like he’d just raided a very stylish time machine.

Speaking about “vintage”, I love the 1955 Caddy (although I love the ’55 Packard Caribbean better).

1957 Cadillac ElDorado Convertible.

Benny, Mary, and Benny’s whole crew rolled in to visit Farmer John (me) right as I was out positioning tomato cages for the 28th.  Perfect timing—nothing says “welcome” like watching a grown adult wrestle metal circles in the dirt.

By the time I was done, I looked like PigPen from the comics: not so much “farmer” as “mobile dust exhibit,” with a personal weather system following me around the yard.  The need for a warm shower was not too distant.

We sat back and watched TV for a while.  I finished off “The American President”, a movie I could see over and over.  When the movie was over at 10:00 pm, we headed to bed.  It has been a long day!  Mary mostly checked for light leaks!  I made sure her embroidery equipment was stowed away safely.

Embroidery is an ancient art form dating back to at least 3000 BC, with roots in China and the Near East, often used historically to signify high social status. Derived from the Latin embroidere (“to adorn with needlework”), it has evolved from hand-stitching to machine embroidery, which was invented in the 1800s.

Before crashing, I checked my messages, and we got a Vicky-Gram which said, “This is a big giant ship, I think 16 floors, and there’s all kinds of things to do on it, so let’s see how much we can get done.  I’m going shopping tomorrow, thank you.  We will be in Key West.

We told her the big ships will be fine, and her seasickness will not occur.  YEAH!

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