“Life is not the way it is supposed to be. It is the way it is. The way you cope with it is what makes the difference.” – Virginia Satir
It’s still birthday month and every year, we would g to the Sawdust Festival (which she introduced me to in 1987). We would spend the entire day down in Laguna walking around. Whatever we bought, we would ask them to hold it until we got back! Sue would look at two or three dress boutiques and always found a treasure. I remember this day as she bought a pantsuit made of a Chenille bedspread! It was soft and quite beautiful. She also loved the blouses made from tablecloths! She has a style of her own, and she knew exactly what she wanted!
I miss that smile that would come across her face when she spotted a treasure. I got into looking for these kinds of things; also, I was happy when I spotted something she liked! Sue was frugal when it came to herself, and often I had to bend her arm a little bit to make her proceed with the purchase. She was anything but frugal when it came to others; she was a fantastic person!
This picture indeed brought me to tears, but that is OK, tears can be good things! I only wish I could be with her one more time going through the one-of-a-kind treasures at the Sawdust Festival. I love you, Sue!
OK, it is Friday, and you know what that means! I can use the new shower, and I did. I discovered it is not only a shower but a time machine. I usually take a five-minute shower, but today, the clock scampered forward, and when I was done, it had moved thirty minutes!
Into the mirror, I gazed in my glorious nakedness! Nary a wrinkle on this marvelous body (you must remember, my eyesight is terrible and I had turned off the lights!).
The overhead rain feature is phenomenal; I might have to bring an umbrella next time and sing in the rain…just kidding, don’t go for the cotton balls to stuff in your ears just yet.
I left the exhaust fan running as it is now automatic, sensing the humidity in the room and starting/stopping accordingly. Fifteen minutes later, when I checked, the fan was off, so all things are as they should be!
Yesterday, Vicky went shopping in my back yard, and today I got a lovely message from her. She has a way with words and thoughts. I am blessed to have such amazing neighbors! Note to self: Send Vicky a bill for all the groceries!
Now it is time for a stroll down the street and get in a few thousand steps under my belt before lunch arrives. My radio is set to listen to Rush, and my pedometer now sends a text message to Joe, letting him know I am out and about, in case of an emergency. He can watch my progress, and if after two weeks the map does not show movement, he can send in Apollo (his black Labrador Retriever) to get me.
So, I am zipping along minding my own business when I hear a p-s-s-s-s-s-s-t! I look down, and this little guy asks, “Wanna buy some dirty postcards?” I was shocked, but he had such a sweet face, so I responded positively. I gave him a dollar, and he pointed to a postcard someone dropped in a mud puddle nearby, I had been had! Scammed by a cactus, I was!
A couple of more steps and I saw a new person in this particular garden. He looked to be contemplative, so I said, “Hello!”. Not a word exited his mouth, but the cactus asked me, “Why do you talk to painted logs?” Enough already; I left quietly.
The lady that does this garden is so very talented. It is a pleasure to walk by, stop, and look for the newest addition to her amazing collection of objects.
The “hood” was in pretty good shape for the middle of summer, and many flowers were out, reaching for the sun. The orange color on this little plant was stunning.
Of course, the plumerias were doing their thing. I should have sent this picture to Ed. In the Hawaiian culture, the plumeria symbolizes positivity and is used in leis or to celebrate special occasions. When worn in the hair, the plumeria flower symbolizes the relationship status of the wearer. A flower over the right ear means she is available while one over the left means she is taken. Being quite confused, I wear the plumeria right on top of my head!
Did You Know? The plumeria is the national tree of Laos, where it is called dok jampa. It is regarded as a sacred tree in Laos, and every Buddhist temple in that country has them planted in their courtyards. Many of the trees are hundreds of years old and are spectacular, huge, gnarled giants.
So my walk was complete, and I am ready for meal number one of the day, berries topped with cereal. Eating healthy is the way to go!
After breakfast, the Silver Ghost and I went to Lowe’s and got several LED replacement lights. These guys go into the can lights I have in the house, but they are variable color LED’s meaning I can set them from 2700-7000 degrees Kelvin of warm romantic white to bright sunlight on an ice very cold blue. They take a few minutes to install but are beautiful, and they respond tot he wall dimmers I already have installed.
Work in the yard is never done, so I did some watering and noticed the corn stalks are falling over, so I need to do some work tomorrow. After an hour or so, I was hungry, so I stopped and cooked myself a hamburger and a batch of onions. Delicious, I could feel the energy returning to the old body and again headed outside to work.
It dawned on me I could ask Joe to drop by and I could cook up something special for him and I. However, I remember last time I cooked for him!
I had some spare time so perhaps I should go to the beach before the weekend gets here. We have a clothes-optional beach nearby; I thought about it, but worried about my tan lines so, I stayed home.
Late in the afternoon, I was getting a little lonely as Dr. Laura was off the air, so I cleaned myself up and headed to Patty’s Place for one drink!
Just one drink was the plan. I sat outside, of course, and had a ringside seat into all the activities. I had not realized how many people I know. The patio is quite lovely; I love the lights overhead and am thinking about adding the same to my front yard patio next week.
I was minding my own business all of a sudden, a text message arrives. What can it be? Did I win the lottery? Am I a great grandpa again? With shaky fingers, I manage to hunt and peck the controls to get to the message.
Well, Chuck, the bartender, apparently could not resist his camera. OMG, perhaps he is hinting that I ought to sit somewhere else and stop scaring the clientele. Was it a photo for their weekly advertisements, the paper showing a responsible drinker with a drink, a flower, and a mask (which also doubles as a bathing suit!). I shall ponder on this picture and attempt to arrive at the true meaning.
Yes, I do get a lot of comments on my shirts from everyone. Today I felt out-of-it, so I selected the out-of-it shirt, which made sense to me.
I could not resist the shrimp cocktail especially after Chuck referred to me as skinny!.
Did You Know?
Shrimp are swimming, decapod crustaceans classified in the infraorder Caridea, which is in the order Decapoda, found widely around the world in both fresh and saltwater. (I love talking dirty)
- One billion pounds of shrimp are eaten every year by Americans.
- Over five billion pounds of shrimp are produced every single year.
- April 29th is National Shrimp Scampi Day.
- May 9th is National Shrimp Day.
- A shrimp can average about 6 inches while the longest ever found was at 16 inches.
- Ever wonder what shrimp eat? Most shrimp are omnivorous, but some are specialized for particular modes of feeding.
- Some shrimp can live as long as six and a half years, while some only live about a year or so.
- There are 16 different stages of life found in shrimp from egg to full adult.
- There are over 128 species of shrimp.
- Every shrimp is born a male and then become females as they mature.
- The average shrimp has ten legs.
- The name for raw, uncooked shrimp is “green.”
- Shrimp that has been broiled or sautéed, usually in butter and garlic, is called “scampi.”
- The pistol shrimp can deliver an explosive attack hotter than the surface of the sun and loud enough to rupture a human eardrum.
Of course, I must have my purple martini, another talking point with everyone. It is an excellent drink and quite delightful to look at, plus it gets a lot of attention!
The picture has not been photoshopped yet, but I can see this with some of the imperfections removed. The colors just seem to go together.
I had a second drink, and then, per the previous agreement, I am automatically cutoff by Chuck. That is a good thing. What is NOT shown is the bread that I devoured with impunity. I know the meal will show up on the bathroom scale tomorrow, but I cannot help myself, I get it from my Mom.
The evening is done when I look down and see a diet coke sitting in front of me. That is the message, “Go home, young man!”
A glass of diet coke and a glass of water! Thank you, Chuck!I could almost see Sue sitting with her glass of wine, twice baked potato, saying, “It’s time to go home!” Sue also took outstanding care of me. We went to Patty’s Place very often as we had no interest in the TV and she enjoyed meeting and talking to people.
On the way home, I listened to the “news”. There is now news anymore, just talking heads spewing their beliefs and attempting to make it sound like news.
Returning home, I did a few small chores and then decided to watch some TV. I can honestly say I didn’t make it fifteen minutes before it was lights out. The result was predictable; I was up at 3:00 AM.
My mental notes are taken, the question is, will I remember them tomorrow. Hinges, doorknobs, door bumpers, and something else; it is now committed to memory.