HAPPY JULY 4!!
We were up at 6:30 this morning, since Daughter and her friend were to be here around 8 a.m. We had just finished doing last-minute tasks, including hanging the American flag outdoors, when they arrived. We spent the rest of the morning, until around 10 a.m., talking and getting acquainted with Daughter's friend.
Then, since lunch would be easy to prepare, I suggested we take a driving tour of our town, which, as the second oldest city in the state, features lots of historic homes and businesses. The very pretty campus of the private college was on the tour, as well as the river and its parks. We ended the tour with a drive through an upscale residential district, and were back home about 11:30.
We put barbecue and sauce into the oven to heat, and boiled ears of corn-on-the-cob. By noon, we were ready to sit down to lunch. The barbecue sandwiches on hamburger buns, corn-on-the-cob, potato salad, macaroni salad, coleslaw, and sliced tomatoes were very tasty. We also enjoyed the angel food cake, with strawberries and blueberries, and topped with vanilla ice cream.
While we ate, we listened to the Mannheimer Steamroller CD "American Spirit."
After lunch, I played a country western CD, and taught daughter a couple of ballroom dance steps...the waltz, and the foxtrot. Daughter, who took dance lesson many years ago, when she was a girl, enjoyed learning these dances, and we did a lot of laughing as we stumbled through the steps a few times.
About 2 p.m., Daughter and Friend left, so they could be back home in time to attend Great-Grandson's birthday party later in the afternoon. Hubbie, Mother and I settled in to watch the 1972 musical movie "1776." The movie, rated PG for mild language, is of course about the nation's first congress, and the writing and signing of the Declaration of Independence. The movie deals with a very serious subject palatably with captivating musical numbers and comic moments, though the film itself is a little dark. It was adequate on the TV screen, but when we saw it on an outdoor screen last summer, we could barely see the actors. The film is pretty long at 166 minutes, and Hubbie and Mother napped on and off throughout it. But I stayed awake and enjoyed all of it.
There was a severe thunderstorm warning in our area around 4 p.m., but nothing materialized in our town, so the fireworks display went on as scheduled around 9 p.m. We usually watch the fireworks from the yard on the west side of our house, but since Mother is having trouble walking, we didn't want her to try to trek over the uneven ground of the yard in the dark. So we went to the parking lot of one of the banks, where we had a very good view.
Appropriately for Independence Day, the bald eagle baby, a new representative of our nation's symbol, took his first flight out of the nest today. He lifted up to the top of a post adjacent to the nest. For a long time, he wasn't sure what to do with himself once he was up there, but he finally flew back down to the nest floor.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Friday, July 3, 2009
Friday, July 3
We slept late this morning, and by the time we had breakfast, I exercised, and then got ready for the day, it was already 10 a.m. Mother came over about that time and gave me a list of groceries she needed when we shopped at the WDCS.
We ran a couple of errands before going grocery shopping. And then road construction on the main drag to the WDCS slowed us to a snail's pace, so it was after 11 a.m. before we arrived at the store. Also, the store was packed with July 4 holiday shoppers, so I had to wait a long time at the deli counter before my order could be filled.
Then at the checkout counter, the shopper ahead of us had picked up a bottle of shampoo that leaked and dripped all over the counter. This created a delay, while the checker cleaned up the mess and alerted an associate to go fetch another bottle.
While the associate looked for another bottle, the checker completed the lady's other purchases, and then began checking ours. The other customer pushed her cart a few feet away from the counter and waited. But the associate who had been sent for the shampoo didn't immediately return, which got the customer's dander up. "Can I leave my cart here, while I go get another bottle of shampoo myself?" she snapped at the checker. The checker said, "sure."
The lady stormed away, and presently was back with the shampoo. "I should have hunted that clerk down and told her she doesn't know what she's doing!" she growled at the checker.
"Thank you, and have a nice day," the checker smiled, as the lady stormed out of the store.
Besides being a real witch, the thing I noticed about the lady was that though she is tall, slender, and buxom...maybe striking in her younger years...she is probably well into her 70s now. In a failed attempt to look sexy, though, she wore a long, blond pony tail, tight jeans, and a form-fitting, sleeveless blouse that emphasized her flabby, wrinkled, and age-spotted arms. I wonder what this lady saw when she looked at herself in the mirror this morning? Apparently, not the same thing that I saw.
Daughter called after I got home to let me know that she and a lady friend of hers, whom we've never met, plan to travel up here early tomorrow, visit, and have lunch with us, and then return home to attend Great-Grandson's birthday party.
After lunch, I put together a potato salad, while Mother made macaroni salad. We'll serve these with barbecue sandwiches, corn-on-the-cob, coleslaw, and sliced tomatoes for our July 4 celebration. Our red, white, and blue dessert will be angel food cake topped with sugared strawberries, blueberries, and vanilla ice cream.
I baked the angel food cake as soon as I finished with the potato salad. While the cake was cooling, Hubbie and I drove downtown to leave the props at the art gallery for the Fairytale Theater play. I should have delivered the stuff this morning, because that's when the play director stopped by to pick them up. So when I got home, I called the director, who said she was only a couple of blocks away from the gallery then and could stop back by there for the items.
We spent the rest of the afternoon sprucing the house for company. For supper, we sampled the potato and macaroni salads, with BLT sandwiches. Afterward, we set the table with picnic ware...a white plastic tablecloth, red plastic plates, and red Solo cups.
Then I went out into the yard to see if I could find flowers in patriotic colors. About all that's blooming, though, are zinnias. So I cut a red one, a few white ones, and a couple of lavender ones. I put these in a slender vase with a few sparkly red Christmas fronds, as well as red, white and blue shiny patriotic garlands, bent to look like fireworks bursts, and then surrounded the top of the vase with little paper American flags. It's not great, but it'll serve.
Hubbie's jobs today were to bathe Shih Tzu, vacuum the downstairs carpet, clean the downstairs bathroom, and mop the kitchen floor. Hubbie has always been very willing to do these tasks around the house.
Later, Hubbie and I watched a couple of movies: "Path of Destruction," a Sci-Fi flick about nanotechnology gone wrong. After an explosion, the nanoparticles run amuck, eating through or melting stuff.
The second movie was "Exit Speed," rated "R" for violence and language. Starring Desmond Harrington, Lea Thomson, and Fred Ward, it's about ten people on a bus who are attacked by a motorcycle gang. A chase ends with the bus crashing in a scrap yard, where the passengers hole up and fight the gang.
Things are the same at the eagle nest. The baby spent time flapping his wings and hopping around the nest. I only saw the mother return once, without a kill. She stayed only briefly before flying off again. The eaglet is spending a lot of time alone in the nest these days. Today was the first time Mother got to see him in action.
We ran a couple of errands before going grocery shopping. And then road construction on the main drag to the WDCS slowed us to a snail's pace, so it was after 11 a.m. before we arrived at the store. Also, the store was packed with July 4 holiday shoppers, so I had to wait a long time at the deli counter before my order could be filled.
Then at the checkout counter, the shopper ahead of us had picked up a bottle of shampoo that leaked and dripped all over the counter. This created a delay, while the checker cleaned up the mess and alerted an associate to go fetch another bottle.
While the associate looked for another bottle, the checker completed the lady's other purchases, and then began checking ours. The other customer pushed her cart a few feet away from the counter and waited. But the associate who had been sent for the shampoo didn't immediately return, which got the customer's dander up. "Can I leave my cart here, while I go get another bottle of shampoo myself?" she snapped at the checker. The checker said, "sure."
The lady stormed away, and presently was back with the shampoo. "I should have hunted that clerk down and told her she doesn't know what she's doing!" she growled at the checker.
"Thank you, and have a nice day," the checker smiled, as the lady stormed out of the store.
Besides being a real witch, the thing I noticed about the lady was that though she is tall, slender, and buxom...maybe striking in her younger years...she is probably well into her 70s now. In a failed attempt to look sexy, though, she wore a long, blond pony tail, tight jeans, and a form-fitting, sleeveless blouse that emphasized her flabby, wrinkled, and age-spotted arms. I wonder what this lady saw when she looked at herself in the mirror this morning? Apparently, not the same thing that I saw.
Daughter called after I got home to let me know that she and a lady friend of hers, whom we've never met, plan to travel up here early tomorrow, visit, and have lunch with us, and then return home to attend Great-Grandson's birthday party.
After lunch, I put together a potato salad, while Mother made macaroni salad. We'll serve these with barbecue sandwiches, corn-on-the-cob, coleslaw, and sliced tomatoes for our July 4 celebration. Our red, white, and blue dessert will be angel food cake topped with sugared strawberries, blueberries, and vanilla ice cream.
I baked the angel food cake as soon as I finished with the potato salad. While the cake was cooling, Hubbie and I drove downtown to leave the props at the art gallery for the Fairytale Theater play. I should have delivered the stuff this morning, because that's when the play director stopped by to pick them up. So when I got home, I called the director, who said she was only a couple of blocks away from the gallery then and could stop back by there for the items.
We spent the rest of the afternoon sprucing the house for company. For supper, we sampled the potato and macaroni salads, with BLT sandwiches. Afterward, we set the table with picnic ware...a white plastic tablecloth, red plastic plates, and red Solo cups.
Then I went out into the yard to see if I could find flowers in patriotic colors. About all that's blooming, though, are zinnias. So I cut a red one, a few white ones, and a couple of lavender ones. I put these in a slender vase with a few sparkly red Christmas fronds, as well as red, white and blue shiny patriotic garlands, bent to look like fireworks bursts, and then surrounded the top of the vase with little paper American flags. It's not great, but it'll serve.
Hubbie's jobs today were to bathe Shih Tzu, vacuum the downstairs carpet, clean the downstairs bathroom, and mop the kitchen floor. Hubbie has always been very willing to do these tasks around the house.
Later, Hubbie and I watched a couple of movies: "Path of Destruction," a Sci-Fi flick about nanotechnology gone wrong. After an explosion, the nanoparticles run amuck, eating through or melting stuff.
The second movie was "Exit Speed," rated "R" for violence and language. Starring Desmond Harrington, Lea Thomson, and Fred Ward, it's about ten people on a bus who are attacked by a motorcycle gang. A chase ends with the bus crashing in a scrap yard, where the passengers hole up and fight the gang.
Things are the same at the eagle nest. The baby spent time flapping his wings and hopping around the nest. I only saw the mother return once, without a kill. She stayed only briefly before flying off again. The eaglet is spending a lot of time alone in the nest these days. Today was the first time Mother got to see him in action.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Thursday, July 2
We were up by 7 a.m. this morning, and I did a treadmill and weights exercises session after breakfast. Once I was ready for the day, I gathered props to be used in an upcoming children's play, to be performed the second weekend in July.
The director of the play e-mailed members of the community theater board asking for various items, and I was able to supply a couple of wind chimes, a man's flannel pajama top, and a queen size royal blue bed sheet. I'll be curious to see how these items are used.
The director also asked for stars that could be glued to costumes, but when I called her, I suggested that the kids in the play could make stars from card stock and apply glue and glitter to them. So I traced a star template onto one side of a file folder for her. The stars can be cut from the folder with an Exacto knife, which will leave a template for the kids to trace with. This is just the sort of project that kids love doing.
I'll take the items to the art gallery tomorrow for the play director to pick up at her convenience. Besides contributing these items, I agreed that Hubbie and I will act as ushers for the Saturday afternoon performance.
After that, I peeled potatoes to boil, and also boiled three eggs to make potato salad tomorrow for our July 4th meal Saturday. While the potatoes and eggs were boiling, I started a letter to my high school friend. After 10 minutes, I removed the eggs from the heat, but then I got so involved in my letter writing that I failed to notice the potatoes had boiled dry. I flew to the stove when I heard a sizzling sound. Fortunately, the potatoes were fine. I'd caught them in time. A little longer, though, and we'd have had boiled fried potatoes! If I'd had presence of mind, I'd have set the timer, instead of thinking that just because I was only feet away from the stove I'd remember to check the potatoes after a few minutes.
After lunch, I continued writing the letter to my friend. Other than that, I washed a load of clothes, visited Mother (she stayed home today), and just did this and that, including printing out an application to apply for a lifetime fishing and trout privilege license from the game and fish commission. It's been ages since we've gone fishing, but when we decide to, I want to be prepared.
Around 3 p.m., I decided to make bran muffins to go with leftover chicken noodle soup for supper. I'd gotten the batter mixed and into the muffin tin before I noticed that I hadn't put the honey in it. So I scraped the batter out of the muffin tin cups back into the mixing bowl and added the honey.
I might not have noticed that I hadn't put the honey in except that my baking method is to put all ingredients, bowls, measuring cups, measuring spoons, etc., out on the table before beginning a recipe. After I use an ingredient, I put it away. But this time, Hubbie distracted me when he came into the kitchen from mowing the lawn to tell me something. So I absentmindedly just mixed what I had in the bowl, and turned to the muffin tin on the counter, not noticing that one ingredient remained on the table. When I turned around to put the muffin tin in the oven, though, I saw the honey jar still there on the table. It was another oops moment for the day.
When I checked the eagle nest, the baby was flapping his wings and attempting to pick up and move a twig with his claws. Then he pecked at the twig like it was a living thing. So I guess he was practicing hunting and killing. He spent quite a bit of time flapping his wings and hopping from place to place in the nest. It's like waiting for a baby to take his first steps. I just hope I see it when the eaglet braves up enough to take his first flight out of the nest.
The director of the play e-mailed members of the community theater board asking for various items, and I was able to supply a couple of wind chimes, a man's flannel pajama top, and a queen size royal blue bed sheet. I'll be curious to see how these items are used.
The director also asked for stars that could be glued to costumes, but when I called her, I suggested that the kids in the play could make stars from card stock and apply glue and glitter to them. So I traced a star template onto one side of a file folder for her. The stars can be cut from the folder with an Exacto knife, which will leave a template for the kids to trace with. This is just the sort of project that kids love doing.
I'll take the items to the art gallery tomorrow for the play director to pick up at her convenience. Besides contributing these items, I agreed that Hubbie and I will act as ushers for the Saturday afternoon performance.
After that, I peeled potatoes to boil, and also boiled three eggs to make potato salad tomorrow for our July 4th meal Saturday. While the potatoes and eggs were boiling, I started a letter to my high school friend. After 10 minutes, I removed the eggs from the heat, but then I got so involved in my letter writing that I failed to notice the potatoes had boiled dry. I flew to the stove when I heard a sizzling sound. Fortunately, the potatoes were fine. I'd caught them in time. A little longer, though, and we'd have had boiled fried potatoes! If I'd had presence of mind, I'd have set the timer, instead of thinking that just because I was only feet away from the stove I'd remember to check the potatoes after a few minutes.
After lunch, I continued writing the letter to my friend. Other than that, I washed a load of clothes, visited Mother (she stayed home today), and just did this and that, including printing out an application to apply for a lifetime fishing and trout privilege license from the game and fish commission. It's been ages since we've gone fishing, but when we decide to, I want to be prepared.
Around 3 p.m., I decided to make bran muffins to go with leftover chicken noodle soup for supper. I'd gotten the batter mixed and into the muffin tin before I noticed that I hadn't put the honey in it. So I scraped the batter out of the muffin tin cups back into the mixing bowl and added the honey.
I might not have noticed that I hadn't put the honey in except that my baking method is to put all ingredients, bowls, measuring cups, measuring spoons, etc., out on the table before beginning a recipe. After I use an ingredient, I put it away. But this time, Hubbie distracted me when he came into the kitchen from mowing the lawn to tell me something. So I absentmindedly just mixed what I had in the bowl, and turned to the muffin tin on the counter, not noticing that one ingredient remained on the table. When I turned around to put the muffin tin in the oven, though, I saw the honey jar still there on the table. It was another oops moment for the day.
When I checked the eagle nest, the baby was flapping his wings and attempting to pick up and move a twig with his claws. Then he pecked at the twig like it was a living thing. So I guess he was practicing hunting and killing. He spent quite a bit of time flapping his wings and hopping from place to place in the nest. It's like waiting for a baby to take his first steps. I just hope I see it when the eaglet braves up enough to take his first flight out of the nest.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Wednesday, July 1
This has been another in a short stretch of glorious weather days...high 80s temp with low humidity. We could use a little rain, but thunder clouds yesterday produced not a drop, though counties south of us not only got rain, but hail in some places, which damaged crops in the millions of dollars.
We were up by 6:30 this morning, so I could get ready for water aerobics. The pool was a bit cooler today, but still nice. There was a large group in attendance, maybe because we won't meet Friday. The leader and a few other ladies were decked out in patriotic colors. Our leader wore a hat adorned with lots of ribbons, flags, etc., plus a necklace of red, white, and blue silk flowers. Her swimsuit was blue, too. Others wore similarly adorned hats or caps. Most of us, though, forgot that we'd been encouraged Monday to wear red, white, and blue in tribute to Independence Day.
One of the ladies at aerobics brought two huge zucchini squashes with her for anyone who wanted them. Since no one else seemed interested in it, I took the larger one (someone else got the smaller one), which we baked for supper tonight.
After I got home and ready for the day, and then answered e-mails, it was 11 a.m. So I fixed chef's salads for Hubbie's and my lunch. Afterward, we ran a couple of errands...to the Revenue Office to renew a license, and to a grocery store that had fruit on sale. I was interested in the cherries, which were advertised at $2 a lb., but I found a plastic bag of them with a yellow "manager's special" sticker for $1 and snapped it up. We also got a small carton of blueberries to use Saturday with strawberries over angel food cake as our red, white, and blue dessert for Independence Day. We picked up apples, too, since they were less expensive than at the WDCS.
On the way home from aerobics, I noticed the roadside vendor near our house us had tomatoes and cantaloupes today. This fellow only stays at the site a couple of hours on the days he shows up at all. So as soon as I got home, I sent Hubbie to buy a couple of small buckets of tomatoes and a couple of cantaloupes. In the past, the cantaloupes were large, ripe, and tasty, but we tried one today, and it just wasn't up to par. I hope the tomatoes are the same quality as before.
We didn't accomplish much else the rest of the afternoon. For supper, the zucchini squash, split and baked with tomato sauce, Italian spices, and shredded Parmesan cheese, was good, served with leftover potatoes with chicken gravy, and crowder peas.
At the eagle nest: the baby was sleeping when I first looked, but later, the mother flew in with a large, still flopping fish. She began immediately feeding it to the baby, even as the fish continued flopping about. Later in the evening, I noticed there were only two viewers at the site...me and somebody else. The baby is as big as his mother now, so space for the two to walk around is limited. Tonight, the baby even stepped on his mother's tail in his trek across the nest.
We were up by 6:30 this morning, so I could get ready for water aerobics. The pool was a bit cooler today, but still nice. There was a large group in attendance, maybe because we won't meet Friday. The leader and a few other ladies were decked out in patriotic colors. Our leader wore a hat adorned with lots of ribbons, flags, etc., plus a necklace of red, white, and blue silk flowers. Her swimsuit was blue, too. Others wore similarly adorned hats or caps. Most of us, though, forgot that we'd been encouraged Monday to wear red, white, and blue in tribute to Independence Day.
One of the ladies at aerobics brought two huge zucchini squashes with her for anyone who wanted them. Since no one else seemed interested in it, I took the larger one (someone else got the smaller one), which we baked for supper tonight.
After I got home and ready for the day, and then answered e-mails, it was 11 a.m. So I fixed chef's salads for Hubbie's and my lunch. Afterward, we ran a couple of errands...to the Revenue Office to renew a license, and to a grocery store that had fruit on sale. I was interested in the cherries, which were advertised at $2 a lb., but I found a plastic bag of them with a yellow "manager's special" sticker for $1 and snapped it up. We also got a small carton of blueberries to use Saturday with strawberries over angel food cake as our red, white, and blue dessert for Independence Day. We picked up apples, too, since they were less expensive than at the WDCS.
On the way home from aerobics, I noticed the roadside vendor near our house us had tomatoes and cantaloupes today. This fellow only stays at the site a couple of hours on the days he shows up at all. So as soon as I got home, I sent Hubbie to buy a couple of small buckets of tomatoes and a couple of cantaloupes. In the past, the cantaloupes were large, ripe, and tasty, but we tried one today, and it just wasn't up to par. I hope the tomatoes are the same quality as before.
We didn't accomplish much else the rest of the afternoon. For supper, the zucchini squash, split and baked with tomato sauce, Italian spices, and shredded Parmesan cheese, was good, served with leftover potatoes with chicken gravy, and crowder peas.
At the eagle nest: the baby was sleeping when I first looked, but later, the mother flew in with a large, still flopping fish. She began immediately feeding it to the baby, even as the fish continued flopping about. Later in the evening, I noticed there were only two viewers at the site...me and somebody else. The baby is as big as his mother now, so space for the two to walk around is limited. Tonight, the baby even stepped on his mother's tail in his trek across the nest.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Tuesday, June 30
I can't believe that this is the last day of June already! Where does the time go?
We were up by 7 a.m., so I could get ready to go to a Caring Hands hospice session, to help put together a scrapbook for an Alzheimer's patient, and make greeting cards. I did a treadmill session and resistance exercises right after breakfast, and then was ready to go by about 9:30 a.m. Mother came over at that time to go with me. She enjoys these sessions, not only because of the crafting, but because it gives her an opportunity to visit with folks.
Besides Mother and I, another lady from our scrapbook club attended the session. We were amused to see that all three of us wore patriotic colors in early celebration of Independence Day.
We spent from 10 a.m. until 2 p.m. at the session, which was held in the fellowship hall of a local church. Both adults and children were invited to attend, so several children were there, and they created lots of interesting greeting cards. Most adults really enjoy children's art, so I'm sure the hospice patients will love the cards they made.
We were encouraged to bring sack lunches today, so Mother and I packed cold boiled chicken sandwiches, pretzels, and fresh cherries for dessert.
After we got home, Hubbie and I went to the home of one of the visual arts committee members to pick up lengths of board to take to the gallery. These will be used to make pedestals to display ceramic and other fragile art works.
Got a call from the technician at my cardiologist's office. She said the doctor read the results of the ultra-sound of my heart, and everything looks good...strong heart, heart valves okay, arteries fine, etc...and that I should just keep doing what I've been doing.
Supper tonight was smothered steak, with leftover mashed potatoes, and wilted lettuce, using the lettuce that Mother grew in her raised veggie garden. Afterward, I did another session on the treadmill before Hubbie and I settled in to watch a 2004 Hallmark movie, "Plainsong," rated PG, and starring Aiden Quinn and Rachel Griffiths. The story takes place in a small town in Colorado, and is about the emotional changes that take place within a year among eight people.
We were up by 7 a.m., so I could get ready to go to a Caring Hands hospice session, to help put together a scrapbook for an Alzheimer's patient, and make greeting cards. I did a treadmill session and resistance exercises right after breakfast, and then was ready to go by about 9:30 a.m. Mother came over at that time to go with me. She enjoys these sessions, not only because of the crafting, but because it gives her an opportunity to visit with folks.
Besides Mother and I, another lady from our scrapbook club attended the session. We were amused to see that all three of us wore patriotic colors in early celebration of Independence Day.
We spent from 10 a.m. until 2 p.m. at the session, which was held in the fellowship hall of a local church. Both adults and children were invited to attend, so several children were there, and they created lots of interesting greeting cards. Most adults really enjoy children's art, so I'm sure the hospice patients will love the cards they made.
We were encouraged to bring sack lunches today, so Mother and I packed cold boiled chicken sandwiches, pretzels, and fresh cherries for dessert.
After we got home, Hubbie and I went to the home of one of the visual arts committee members to pick up lengths of board to take to the gallery. These will be used to make pedestals to display ceramic and other fragile art works.
Got a call from the technician at my cardiologist's office. She said the doctor read the results of the ultra-sound of my heart, and everything looks good...strong heart, heart valves okay, arteries fine, etc...and that I should just keep doing what I've been doing.
Supper tonight was smothered steak, with leftover mashed potatoes, and wilted lettuce, using the lettuce that Mother grew in her raised veggie garden. Afterward, I did another session on the treadmill before Hubbie and I settled in to watch a 2004 Hallmark movie, "Plainsong," rated PG, and starring Aiden Quinn and Rachel Griffiths. The story takes place in a small town in Colorado, and is about the emotional changes that take place within a year among eight people.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Monday, June 29
What a gorgeous day it has been! Temperature 90, and low humidity...just a perfect summer day.
We were up by 6:30 this morning, so I could go to water aerobics. The water in the pool was deliciously warm again today. More than 30 of us showed up for the session. There will be only one more day of aerobics this week, Wednesday, and then the pool will be closed Friday for the July 4 weekend.
The lady who stands beside me in aerobics celebrated her 80th birthday this past weekend. She said some friends took her out to eat at a catfish restaurant. She doesn't like fish. So she had a hamburger. These ladies have been friends for years, so the others certainly knew that the birthday girl doesn't like fish! Shouldn't she have been given a choice of restaurants?
The lady who gave us the plums last Friday said that more were ready to be gathered, so would I like to go by her house directly after aerobics and get them? Yes, I would. So I followed her home, and the two of us picked up the fruit that the birds hadn't pecked holes in, and then she shook the tree so I could pick up the not-quite-ripe ones, as well.
Back home, after I'd gotten ready for the day, Hubbie and I ran errands...to the post office to mail my artist-in-education form and other materials to the state arts council; to the health store to get multi-vitamins and eight-grain cereal; and to the WDCS for groceries.
By then, it was noon, and Mother came over to join us in a deli turkey sandwich lunch, after which Mother and I gathered tools and scrapbook/greeting card materials to take with us for a Caring Hands hospice session tomorrow. Then we went through the 2008 calendar, beginning last July, and the 2009 calendar through June, to log our community volunteer hours for a scrapbook club report to the Extension Homemakers Council.
After that, I pored over my National Geographic book again, and later read The Daily Blab, before having a supper of chicken noodle soup and biscuits with margarine and honey.
Later, Hubbie and I spent some time reading our novels, before watching a two-part movie from one of the local channels: "Impact," about a meteor shower that sends a huge chunk into the moon, causing it to get on a collision course with earth. Scary idea, but not as scary as...
News flash: I just learned that Sis had a horrifyingly scary experience at 4:30 this morning, as she and a couple of male employees arrived to open the store where they work. A would-be burglar, dressed all in black, came out from behind some bushes and threatened the employees with a sawed-off shotgun. Sis and another employee heard the gun breech, and they bolted and ran away as fast as they could.
One of the male employees was taken at gunpoint, but since Sis had the keys to the store, I guess the burglar saw no advantage in holding the guy, since the store couldn't be opened, so he ran to a get-away car, where a driver was waiting, and they sped away. It was very dark, so neither the employees nor the store's video camera could identify the perpetrator or the car he escaped in. Police arrived immediately and searched the area, but could find no one.
In running away, Sis fell and injured her knee and hip, which is really painful now. And, understandably, she is terrified of opening or closing that store, now.
We were up by 6:30 this morning, so I could go to water aerobics. The water in the pool was deliciously warm again today. More than 30 of us showed up for the session. There will be only one more day of aerobics this week, Wednesday, and then the pool will be closed Friday for the July 4 weekend.
The lady who stands beside me in aerobics celebrated her 80th birthday this past weekend. She said some friends took her out to eat at a catfish restaurant. She doesn't like fish. So she had a hamburger. These ladies have been friends for years, so the others certainly knew that the birthday girl doesn't like fish! Shouldn't she have been given a choice of restaurants?
The lady who gave us the plums last Friday said that more were ready to be gathered, so would I like to go by her house directly after aerobics and get them? Yes, I would. So I followed her home, and the two of us picked up the fruit that the birds hadn't pecked holes in, and then she shook the tree so I could pick up the not-quite-ripe ones, as well.
Back home, after I'd gotten ready for the day, Hubbie and I ran errands...to the post office to mail my artist-in-education form and other materials to the state arts council; to the health store to get multi-vitamins and eight-grain cereal; and to the WDCS for groceries.
By then, it was noon, and Mother came over to join us in a deli turkey sandwich lunch, after which Mother and I gathered tools and scrapbook/greeting card materials to take with us for a Caring Hands hospice session tomorrow. Then we went through the 2008 calendar, beginning last July, and the 2009 calendar through June, to log our community volunteer hours for a scrapbook club report to the Extension Homemakers Council.
After that, I pored over my National Geographic book again, and later read The Daily Blab, before having a supper of chicken noodle soup and biscuits with margarine and honey.
Later, Hubbie and I spent some time reading our novels, before watching a two-part movie from one of the local channels: "Impact," about a meteor shower that sends a huge chunk into the moon, causing it to get on a collision course with earth. Scary idea, but not as scary as...
News flash: I just learned that Sis had a horrifyingly scary experience at 4:30 this morning, as she and a couple of male employees arrived to open the store where they work. A would-be burglar, dressed all in black, came out from behind some bushes and threatened the employees with a sawed-off shotgun. Sis and another employee heard the gun breech, and they bolted and ran away as fast as they could.
One of the male employees was taken at gunpoint, but since Sis had the keys to the store, I guess the burglar saw no advantage in holding the guy, since the store couldn't be opened, so he ran to a get-away car, where a driver was waiting, and they sped away. It was very dark, so neither the employees nor the store's video camera could identify the perpetrator or the car he escaped in. Police arrived immediately and searched the area, but could find no one.
In running away, Sis fell and injured her knee and hip, which is really painful now. And, understandably, she is terrified of opening or closing that store, now.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Sunday, June 28
We were in no hurry to get up this morning, but we still popped out of bed around 7:30 just the same. After a cold cereal breakfast, I did a treadmill session and weights exercises. I didn't accomplish a lot once I was ready for the day...just the usual Sunday morning stuff, which consisted mainly of programming the DVR for the week's shows and movies by the new, vastly slower day-by-day method.
Mother came over mid-morning, and the first thing I noticed was that a daddy-longlegs adorned her white hair. I knew better than to tell her it was there, because she'd hysterically dance around and yell, "Get it off! Get it off!"
So instead, I quietly told Hubbie that she had "something" in her hair, and would he please remove it. After he did, Mother said, "it was a bug, wasn't it?!" I admitted that, yes, it was a daddy-longlegs. "I don't know why those things are attracted to my hair," she said. I don't either, but they sure are.
I spent some more time with my very interesting National Geographic book before we sat down to a lunch of boiled chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, and crowder peas. Mother went home afterward, and I read the Sunday newspaper, while Hubbie continued his novel. It was a quiet afternoon, which we needed after the activity of the past few weeks.
I talked with Granddaughter for a few minutes this afternoon. She commented that she has a My Space page, so I took a look at it...there are lots of family snapshots there, including some of hers and her husband's trip to Texas recently to visit her husband's family. Of course, the snaps of the kids are the cutest.
Hubbie and I had a hard time figuring out what to have for supper tonight....pancakes or French toast? Nope...no eggs, and the boxes of egg substitute were in the freezer. Cereal and cinnamon toast? Guess not...not enough milk. So, we settled for PB&J sandwiches, with fresh grapes for dessert.
There wasn't much going on at the eagle nest when I checked after supper. Last night, after I'd posted my blog, the baby started practicing flying...flapping his wings, and getting about a foot off the ground this time, but still not ready to leave the nest.
We watched two movies today. The first was "Jinadyne," rated "R" for violence, some language, and brief nudity. In Australia, a woman is murdered and tossed in a trout stream in the wilderness. Four family men on a two-day fishing/camping trip find the body, but choose to go on fishing, instead of reporting their discovery right away, which results in a scandal. It's a powerful drama of how the town, and their own families, react to their wrongheaded decision.
The second movie was "The Wind that Shakes the Barley." This movie is not rated, but it deals with war, so contains violence. It's set in the early days of the Irish Republican Army, when citizens fight not only British occupation, but eventually each other as they take sides concerning a treaty. It's a gripping drama.
Mother came over mid-morning, and the first thing I noticed was that a daddy-longlegs adorned her white hair. I knew better than to tell her it was there, because she'd hysterically dance around and yell, "Get it off! Get it off!"
So instead, I quietly told Hubbie that she had "something" in her hair, and would he please remove it. After he did, Mother said, "it was a bug, wasn't it?!" I admitted that, yes, it was a daddy-longlegs. "I don't know why those things are attracted to my hair," she said. I don't either, but they sure are.
I spent some more time with my very interesting National Geographic book before we sat down to a lunch of boiled chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, and crowder peas. Mother went home afterward, and I read the Sunday newspaper, while Hubbie continued his novel. It was a quiet afternoon, which we needed after the activity of the past few weeks.
I talked with Granddaughter for a few minutes this afternoon. She commented that she has a My Space page, so I took a look at it...there are lots of family snapshots there, including some of hers and her husband's trip to Texas recently to visit her husband's family. Of course, the snaps of the kids are the cutest.
Hubbie and I had a hard time figuring out what to have for supper tonight....pancakes or French toast? Nope...no eggs, and the boxes of egg substitute were in the freezer. Cereal and cinnamon toast? Guess not...not enough milk. So, we settled for PB&J sandwiches, with fresh grapes for dessert.
There wasn't much going on at the eagle nest when I checked after supper. Last night, after I'd posted my blog, the baby started practicing flying...flapping his wings, and getting about a foot off the ground this time, but still not ready to leave the nest.
We watched two movies today. The first was "Jinadyne," rated "R" for violence, some language, and brief nudity. In Australia, a woman is murdered and tossed in a trout stream in the wilderness. Four family men on a two-day fishing/camping trip find the body, but choose to go on fishing, instead of reporting their discovery right away, which results in a scandal. It's a powerful drama of how the town, and their own families, react to their wrongheaded decision.
The second movie was "The Wind that Shakes the Barley." This movie is not rated, but it deals with war, so contains violence. It's set in the early days of the Irish Republican Army, when citizens fight not only British occupation, but eventually each other as they take sides concerning a treaty. It's a gripping drama.
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