Today is Great-Grandson's birthday. Happy Birthday, Great-Grandson!
Slept late this morning, until nearly 8 a.m., but did a treadmill session and weights exercises after breakfast. Mother had things she needed to do at her house this morning, so I was ready for the day by the time she came over.
We set to work right away making greeting cards. We each completed several. Mother made an especially cute Halloween card. I'm pleased with a wedding card that I created, using a rubber stamp. I also made a Mother's Day card, using a rubber stamp, and a note card, using handmade marbled paper. Mother made a note card using wallpaper as a background that she decorated with buttons.
All of the cards we make will become fair entries, after which most will be donated to Caring Hands Hospice.
We spent most of the day making cards, while Hubbie worked outdoors. His main project today was cleaning and washing the truck.
For supper, we had bagel pizzas, cottage cheese, and fresh veggies...sliced yellow and zucchini squash, cherry tomatoes, and Vidalia onions, with a choice of dressings. Mother went home afterward, and Hubbie ran an errand to a home improvement store to get a soaker hose.
Our state is in a drought, so Hubbie is utilizing soaker hoses in most of the gardens. The heat is taking its toll on the veggie gardens too...the tomato plants are no longer blooming, so the tomatoes that are now on the vines will probably be the only ones we'll harvest this year. Boo.
Later, Hubbie and I watched the 1960 Alfred Hitchcock movie, "Topaz," with John Forsythe. In Copenhagen, a high-ranking French intelligence agent and his family defect to the United States, with the help of the U.S. Embassy. He then becomes involved in events leading up to the 1962 Missile Crisis, and when he is back in France, he becomes involved in breaking up a Russian spy ring.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Friday, July 1, 2011
Friday, July 1
It's July, and the heat's on. I dread to think what it'll be like in August.
The first thing Hubbie did this morning was hang the flag on the well house, just as he did yesterday. We'll fly the flag through Monday.
We were up early, around 6:30, because we expected a plumber to come at 8 a.m. to unclog the sinks in the upstairs bathroom. Hubbie used a plunger on them yesterday, after I complained that water wasn't draining properly, but nothing he did took care of the problem.
I wanted to have breakfast done, get dressed, and then spruce the bathroom, including unloading the cabinets under the sink, before the plumber got here. He arrived right on time, and corrected the problem quickly.
After he left, I changed into my exercise clothes and did a treadmill session and resistance exercises. Mother came over while I was doing that and began working on cards. When I'd finished my exercise session, I spent some time helping her by punching designs on some cards, searching out appropriate stickers, etc. Her creative juices don't seem to be flowing, so I tried to give her ideas for card designs.
While we were doing this, Hubbie went to the farmer's market to pick up yellow and zucchini squashes, and new potatoes, that we'll cook with country ribs for our Independence Day meal Monday.
Once I'd showered and dressed, I joined Mother in making greeting cards. Today, I focused on using rubber stamps for wedding, Thanksgiving, Fourth of July, and St. Patrick's Day. I completed cards for all but the wedding. I'll do that one tomorrow, along with ones for other holidays, like Easter and Mother's Day.
Great news: while I was working on the cards, I got a phone call from our water aerobics leader, who said the pool will be open next week. It has been closed for several months due to a fire in the dining hall (the pool area was being used to store equipment). Although I've been pretty dedicated to exercising on the treadmill, I can feel a decline in muscle strength without water aerobics and swimming. So I'll be glad to get back to the pool next Wednesday.
Around 4 p.m., Mother and I headed to the kitchen to prepare a supper of Ziplock bag omelets, potato pancakes, and biscuits. Mother went home after supper, Hubbie went out into the yard for a while, and I played on my laptop computer.
Later, Hubbie and I watched an old Alfred Hitchcock movie...the 1948 "Rope," starring James Stewart. Two young men murder another young man as an intellectual exercise. Then they decide to have a dinner party, with the body hidden in a nearby wooden chest. They even dare to use the chest as a buffet table. Will the body be discovered?
The second feature we watched was, "The Return," a 2006 movie about a traveling business woman, who returns to her Texas town to follow a lead on a 15-year-old murder about which she's had nightmares.
The first thing Hubbie did this morning was hang the flag on the well house, just as he did yesterday. We'll fly the flag through Monday.
We were up early, around 6:30, because we expected a plumber to come at 8 a.m. to unclog the sinks in the upstairs bathroom. Hubbie used a plunger on them yesterday, after I complained that water wasn't draining properly, but nothing he did took care of the problem.
I wanted to have breakfast done, get dressed, and then spruce the bathroom, including unloading the cabinets under the sink, before the plumber got here. He arrived right on time, and corrected the problem quickly.
After he left, I changed into my exercise clothes and did a treadmill session and resistance exercises. Mother came over while I was doing that and began working on cards. When I'd finished my exercise session, I spent some time helping her by punching designs on some cards, searching out appropriate stickers, etc. Her creative juices don't seem to be flowing, so I tried to give her ideas for card designs.
While we were doing this, Hubbie went to the farmer's market to pick up yellow and zucchini squashes, and new potatoes, that we'll cook with country ribs for our Independence Day meal Monday.
Once I'd showered and dressed, I joined Mother in making greeting cards. Today, I focused on using rubber stamps for wedding, Thanksgiving, Fourth of July, and St. Patrick's Day. I completed cards for all but the wedding. I'll do that one tomorrow, along with ones for other holidays, like Easter and Mother's Day.
Great news: while I was working on the cards, I got a phone call from our water aerobics leader, who said the pool will be open next week. It has been closed for several months due to a fire in the dining hall (the pool area was being used to store equipment). Although I've been pretty dedicated to exercising on the treadmill, I can feel a decline in muscle strength without water aerobics and swimming. So I'll be glad to get back to the pool next Wednesday.
Around 4 p.m., Mother and I headed to the kitchen to prepare a supper of Ziplock bag omelets, potato pancakes, and biscuits. Mother went home after supper, Hubbie went out into the yard for a while, and I played on my laptop computer.
Later, Hubbie and I watched an old Alfred Hitchcock movie...the 1948 "Rope," starring James Stewart. Two young men murder another young man as an intellectual exercise. Then they decide to have a dinner party, with the body hidden in a nearby wooden chest. They even dare to use the chest as a buffet table. Will the body be discovered?
The second feature we watched was, "The Return," a 2006 movie about a traveling business woman, who returns to her Texas town to follow a lead on a 15-year-old murder about which she's had nightmares.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Thursday, June 30
Last day of June. Another month raced by. I must be having a lot of fun, because time sure is flying.
Had trouble going to sleep last night, and was still awake at 2 a.m. Unwisely, I had a cup of regular coffee at the luau yesterday morning, and the caffeine probably affected me.
Got up at 7 a.m. anyway, and did a treadmill session and weights exercises after breakfast. Mother came over while I was on the treadmill and began working on a greeting card. But just after I had showered, she called upstairs to say she was going home. She felt "iffy" and tired, she said. Later, I checked on her, and she seemed okay.
Once I was ready for the day, Hubbie and I ran errands...to see if the farmer's market was open, and it wasn't; to the WDCS for groceries and incidentals, and back to town to a grocery store to pick up a prescription and a carton of ice cream.
At the WDCS, the checker mentioned that she noticed we didn't bring the sales papers from other grocery stores, so that we could get some of our groceries at the lower prices offered by those stores.
I told her that we do take advantage of sales at other stores by buying the items at those stores.
"Oh, No! We don't want you to do that!" she exclaimed.
I dare say not, but if folks don't buy at the other grocery stores, then the WDCS will succeed in gaining a monopoly, and I, for one, don't plan to help them do that.
I think the store may be fearful of a new grocery store that opened today. It advertised that it is selling groceries at 10% above wholesale prices. I'm thinking it would be hard for the WDCS to match those prices.
Back home, I completed a couple of more scrapbook pages. I've now done all I'm going to do on that project, and will begin making greeting cards tomorrow.
While I was doing that, Hubbie took the loaner car back to the other town and picked up our truck. He was glad to be rid of the loaner car, since it was bit of a wreck with thin tires.
For supper, I baked potatoes to be topped with leftover hot dog chili, chopped green onions, Monterey Jack cheese, and sour cream. For sides, I heated the leftover fried green tomatoes, and a can of whole kernel corn. The last of the sourdough bread completed the meal.
Later, we watched the 2010 movie, "Robin Hood," starring Russell Crowe and Cate Blanchett. This classic tale adds to the rob-from-the-rich-to-give-to-the-poor theme by letting viewers see how the thief-with-a-heart-of-gold, his merry men, and Maid Marion form a band of crusaders for good.
Had trouble going to sleep last night, and was still awake at 2 a.m. Unwisely, I had a cup of regular coffee at the luau yesterday morning, and the caffeine probably affected me.
Got up at 7 a.m. anyway, and did a treadmill session and weights exercises after breakfast. Mother came over while I was on the treadmill and began working on a greeting card. But just after I had showered, she called upstairs to say she was going home. She felt "iffy" and tired, she said. Later, I checked on her, and she seemed okay.
Once I was ready for the day, Hubbie and I ran errands...to see if the farmer's market was open, and it wasn't; to the WDCS for groceries and incidentals, and back to town to a grocery store to pick up a prescription and a carton of ice cream.
At the WDCS, the checker mentioned that she noticed we didn't bring the sales papers from other grocery stores, so that we could get some of our groceries at the lower prices offered by those stores.
I told her that we do take advantage of sales at other stores by buying the items at those stores.
"Oh, No! We don't want you to do that!" she exclaimed.
I dare say not, but if folks don't buy at the other grocery stores, then the WDCS will succeed in gaining a monopoly, and I, for one, don't plan to help them do that.
I think the store may be fearful of a new grocery store that opened today. It advertised that it is selling groceries at 10% above wholesale prices. I'm thinking it would be hard for the WDCS to match those prices.
Back home, I completed a couple of more scrapbook pages. I've now done all I'm going to do on that project, and will begin making greeting cards tomorrow.
While I was doing that, Hubbie took the loaner car back to the other town and picked up our truck. He was glad to be rid of the loaner car, since it was bit of a wreck with thin tires.
For supper, I baked potatoes to be topped with leftover hot dog chili, chopped green onions, Monterey Jack cheese, and sour cream. For sides, I heated the leftover fried green tomatoes, and a can of whole kernel corn. The last of the sourdough bread completed the meal.
Later, we watched the 2010 movie, "Robin Hood," starring Russell Crowe and Cate Blanchett. This classic tale adds to the rob-from-the-rich-to-give-to-the-poor theme by letting viewers see how the thief-with-a-heart-of-gold, his merry men, and Maid Marion form a band of crusaders for good.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Wednesday, June 29
Up around 7 a.m., but skipped my exercises once again, so I could get ready to go to a 9 a.m. luau breakfast, sponsored by Caring Hands Hospice.
I opted to wear a pink t-shirt, with the organization's logo, with jeans. When Mother came over, she was nicely dressed. She was unhappy that she'd forgotten to wear her logo t-shirt, though I assured her that it didn't matter what she wore. Nothing would do, though, but that I go to her house and search out her t-shirt, which I did.
At the luau, held in the Caring Hands office, we were the only two wearing the t-shirts...the others were dressed for work or other activities. A dozen or so staff and volunteers gathered in the conference/waiting room of the office, which the volunteer coordinator had decorated with all manner of inexpensive Hawaiian decorations (obtained at the everything's a dollar store, I later learned).
Each of us were provided with leis, though Mother and I wore some that we had at home, left from a birthday party. Breakfast consisted of a variety of fruits...fresh pineapple, grapes, strawberries, orange slices, and watermelon, plus maraschino cherries, along with ham for making sandwiches on small rolls, and homemade monkey bread. A choice of Hawaiian punch or coffee was offered. Mother and I chose coffee.
It was a fun and happy hour of mostly ladies, though a 14-year-old girl, and a 14-year-old boy attended (children of the coordinator, and a staff member). They will be office volunteers for the summer...a good way for their parents to keep track of them, I suspect. Two men visited, also...the husband of the coordinator, who is a doctor and a member of the advisory committee, and a minister, also a member of the advisory board.
The minister agreed to get decked out in a "grass skirt," sea-shell bra, leis, and a floral hat, for a photo opportunity. He was warned that the photo would be shown to his congregation. "I was afraid of that," he laughed.
We were back home around 10:30. Mother went to work making a greeting card, while Hubbie and I ran errands...to the roadside vendor to get more blackberries, to a veterinary office to drop off a CD of the Fairytale Theater photos (the vet is the director of the play), to the bank, to a grocery store, to the newspaper office to drop off the word search puzzle contest; and finally to the WDCS for a few grocery items and dog and cat food.
Back home, we had a lunch of leftovers, and then Mother and I both got busy crafting...she making cards, and I creating scrapbook pages.
Later for supper we had leftover salmon chowder, with oatmeal/applesauce muffins. Afterward, Mother and I straightened up our craft area, and searched for folders suited to containing the scrapbook pages we'll enter in the fair. Mother's will be pages of Niece's wedding, and mine will be pages of the our house and property in the four seasons of the year.
Mother went home then, and Hubbie and I watched the 1998 mystery/suspense movie, "Fallen," from the Encore channel. This very strange movie stars Denzel Washington. A homicide detective witnesses the execution of a serial killer, after he has visited with and been touched by the killer on death row. Later, he discovers the evil spirit of the killer can, by touching them, jump from person to person. Can the detective defeat this evil?
I opted to wear a pink t-shirt, with the organization's logo, with jeans. When Mother came over, she was nicely dressed. She was unhappy that she'd forgotten to wear her logo t-shirt, though I assured her that it didn't matter what she wore. Nothing would do, though, but that I go to her house and search out her t-shirt, which I did.
At the luau, held in the Caring Hands office, we were the only two wearing the t-shirts...the others were dressed for work or other activities. A dozen or so staff and volunteers gathered in the conference/waiting room of the office, which the volunteer coordinator had decorated with all manner of inexpensive Hawaiian decorations (obtained at the everything's a dollar store, I later learned).
Each of us were provided with leis, though Mother and I wore some that we had at home, left from a birthday party. Breakfast consisted of a variety of fruits...fresh pineapple, grapes, strawberries, orange slices, and watermelon, plus maraschino cherries, along with ham for making sandwiches on small rolls, and homemade monkey bread. A choice of Hawaiian punch or coffee was offered. Mother and I chose coffee.
It was a fun and happy hour of mostly ladies, though a 14-year-old girl, and a 14-year-old boy attended (children of the coordinator, and a staff member). They will be office volunteers for the summer...a good way for their parents to keep track of them, I suspect. Two men visited, also...the husband of the coordinator, who is a doctor and a member of the advisory committee, and a minister, also a member of the advisory board.
The minister agreed to get decked out in a "grass skirt," sea-shell bra, leis, and a floral hat, for a photo opportunity. He was warned that the photo would be shown to his congregation. "I was afraid of that," he laughed.
We were back home around 10:30. Mother went to work making a greeting card, while Hubbie and I ran errands...to the roadside vendor to get more blackberries, to a veterinary office to drop off a CD of the Fairytale Theater photos (the vet is the director of the play), to the bank, to a grocery store, to the newspaper office to drop off the word search puzzle contest; and finally to the WDCS for a few grocery items and dog and cat food.
Back home, we had a lunch of leftovers, and then Mother and I both got busy crafting...she making cards, and I creating scrapbook pages.
Later for supper we had leftover salmon chowder, with oatmeal/applesauce muffins. Afterward, Mother and I straightened up our craft area, and searched for folders suited to containing the scrapbook pages we'll enter in the fair. Mother's will be pages of Niece's wedding, and mine will be pages of the our house and property in the four seasons of the year.
Mother went home then, and Hubbie and I watched the 1998 mystery/suspense movie, "Fallen," from the Encore channel. This very strange movie stars Denzel Washington. A homicide detective witnesses the execution of a serial killer, after he has visited with and been touched by the killer on death row. Later, he discovers the evil spirit of the killer can, by touching them, jump from person to person. Can the detective defeat this evil?
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Tuesday, June 28
A severe thunderstorm, with lightening, thunder, and high winds cropped up at 6:30 this morning. The storm was already in full swing by the time we received a phone call from a TV station weatherman, warning us of it.
There was no sleeping after that, so we got up. I skipped my exercises, so I could get ready to go to the capital city to meet an appointment with my periodontist. I wouldn't have gotten on the treadmill, anyway, with a storm raging.
Daughter and three great-grandchildren arrived around 9 a.m., just after the storm stopped. They came to stay with Mother, and take care of Shih Tzu, while we were gone.
Before we left, I gathered story books, coloring books, and crafting materials for the kids. Around 10 a.m., we headed out. The farther we traveled, the rainier it got. By the time we arrived in the city, it was stormy and raining hard, but it slacked off enough to allow us to get into a restaurant without getting wet.
I'm glad I had the foresight to take a sweater with me, because the Italian restaurant was cold enough to hang meat, as the saying goes. Hubbie, however, shivered in his short sleeves. He never thinks he needs long sleeves in the summer, even though this isn't the first time he's shivered in a restaurant.
For lunch, we chose soup, salad and bread sticks. As we were eating, our waitress passed by with a huge hunk of chocolate cake for the birthday honoree at the next table. I practically drooled.
The next time the waitress stopped at our table, Hubbie said, "You nearly gave my wife a heart attack."
"What did I do?" the waitress asked anxiously.
"You walked past her with that chocolate cake," he laughed.
"I wanted to wrestle you to the ground for it," I grinned.
The waitress laughed, relieved that she hadn't in some way displeased us, and later brought me several pieces of chocolate mint candies. Upon request, she also brought us carafes of regular and decaf coffees. It took her a while to get the coffees to our table, because she had to make fresh pots of it. We didn't drink all of the coffee, so she offered to bring take-out cups for it. A few minutes later, she returned to the table with lids only, because, she said, whoever ordered the lids failed to order cups to go with them. We all broke laughing about this.
We enjoyed two helpings of the soups. Extra bread sticks were provided with the second helpings, but we were unable to eat them, so the waitress brought us bags for the bread that can go into the oven for reheating.
After lunch, we went across town to the area where the periodontist office is located, but since it was too early for my appointment, we stopped by a scrapbook supplies store to browse. Well, I browsed...obviously, Hubbie wasn't interested. But he was interested in a ball of white fluff in the form of a four-month-old Maltese puppy that enthusiastically greeted us as we entered the store.
Hubbie played with and cuddled the pup, while I shopped. I wasn't really looking for anything special, but I did run across a card of first-baby-tooth-lost stickers, and an on-sale rubber stamp that I purchased. I was glad to find the stickers, since I'd been looking for some to complete a scrapbook page of Great-Granddaughter losing her first tooth while she was visiting us a few months ago.
At the periodontist office, a new hygienist cleaned my teeth, because my regular one has been out sick for several weeks. The new hygienist remarked that my mouth was the cleanest she'd worked on today.
That was the good news. The bad news came from the periodontist, who said one of my jaw teeth must be removed, and another in the front needs deep cleaning, a procedure that requires an anesthetic. Naturally, this is an expensive procedure that will make my mouth sore for a time.
Since the situation isn't an emergency, I have time to plan for it. So I'll probably wait until summer activities are over, and set a time in the fall to have it done.
I think I managed to peeve the periodontist, because I asked if I should talk with my regular dentist here in town about it. "You can talk to him if you want to," he snapped, "but I'm the periodontist, and I know what should be done," and he walked out of the exam room.
Well, I didn't mean to imply he didn't know his job. I only wondered if he agreed that I should keep my regular dentist in the loop.
He left in such a huff that I didn't have the opportunity to ask him about the timing of the procedure, or how much it would cost. The hygienist and the receptionist helped me get that info.
This periodontist is a rather abrupt person on his best day, but he upped the ante today. Earlier, the hygienist said he was at the hospital with a patient. I'm thinking the patient might be a friend or relative. So maybe he was worried and took it out on me. I'll give him the benefit of the doubt.
Doctors, however, tend to have superiority complexes. Granted, they spend a lot of time, money, and energy becoming physicians, but I pay dearly for their services...they are hired by me, and they can be fired by me.
We were ready to head home around 3 p.m. No sooner did we get on the freeway than it began storming again and rained hard until we were within forty minutes of our town. We got back at 4:30.
The kids were hungry and past ready to have supper, so we didn't delay in getting the meal on the table. Earlier, I'd called Mother, and we planned a supper of a choice of hamburgers, turkey burgers, or hot dogs, with macaroni and cheese, and salad. My original plan was salmon chowder, but I knew the kids wouldn't like that.
Following supper, Daughter, Hubbie, and the kids enjoyed Girl Scout cookies, and ice cream topped with blackberries. We visited for a while after that, before Daughter and the kids were ready to go home.
Mother went home, too, and Hubbie and I settled in to watch the 2007 Sundance film, "Dark Matter," starring Meryl Streep, and Aidan Quinn. This movie is loosely based on the actual events of a Chinese graduate student, whose theories about the origins of the universe are not accepted, and are even trivialized, by a panel of prominent scientists. One of the scientists, especially, tries to throw the student off course, because the student's ideas directly threaten his own theories. After being academically knocked down several times, the student goes on a rampage.
The second movie we watched was the 2010 Lifetime Movie Network feature, "The Devil's Teardrop." A serial killer threatens Washington, D.C., and the only clue is a handwritten note. So a handwriting expert is called in to help on the case.
There was no sleeping after that, so we got up. I skipped my exercises, so I could get ready to go to the capital city to meet an appointment with my periodontist. I wouldn't have gotten on the treadmill, anyway, with a storm raging.
Daughter and three great-grandchildren arrived around 9 a.m., just after the storm stopped. They came to stay with Mother, and take care of Shih Tzu, while we were gone.
Before we left, I gathered story books, coloring books, and crafting materials for the kids. Around 10 a.m., we headed out. The farther we traveled, the rainier it got. By the time we arrived in the city, it was stormy and raining hard, but it slacked off enough to allow us to get into a restaurant without getting wet.
I'm glad I had the foresight to take a sweater with me, because the Italian restaurant was cold enough to hang meat, as the saying goes. Hubbie, however, shivered in his short sleeves. He never thinks he needs long sleeves in the summer, even though this isn't the first time he's shivered in a restaurant.
For lunch, we chose soup, salad and bread sticks. As we were eating, our waitress passed by with a huge hunk of chocolate cake for the birthday honoree at the next table. I practically drooled.
The next time the waitress stopped at our table, Hubbie said, "You nearly gave my wife a heart attack."
"What did I do?" the waitress asked anxiously.
"You walked past her with that chocolate cake," he laughed.
"I wanted to wrestle you to the ground for it," I grinned.
The waitress laughed, relieved that she hadn't in some way displeased us, and later brought me several pieces of chocolate mint candies. Upon request, she also brought us carafes of regular and decaf coffees. It took her a while to get the coffees to our table, because she had to make fresh pots of it. We didn't drink all of the coffee, so she offered to bring take-out cups for it. A few minutes later, she returned to the table with lids only, because, she said, whoever ordered the lids failed to order cups to go with them. We all broke laughing about this.
We enjoyed two helpings of the soups. Extra bread sticks were provided with the second helpings, but we were unable to eat them, so the waitress brought us bags for the bread that can go into the oven for reheating.
After lunch, we went across town to the area where the periodontist office is located, but since it was too early for my appointment, we stopped by a scrapbook supplies store to browse. Well, I browsed...obviously, Hubbie wasn't interested. But he was interested in a ball of white fluff in the form of a four-month-old Maltese puppy that enthusiastically greeted us as we entered the store.
Hubbie played with and cuddled the pup, while I shopped. I wasn't really looking for anything special, but I did run across a card of first-baby-tooth-lost stickers, and an on-sale rubber stamp that I purchased. I was glad to find the stickers, since I'd been looking for some to complete a scrapbook page of Great-Granddaughter losing her first tooth while she was visiting us a few months ago.
At the periodontist office, a new hygienist cleaned my teeth, because my regular one has been out sick for several weeks. The new hygienist remarked that my mouth was the cleanest she'd worked on today.
That was the good news. The bad news came from the periodontist, who said one of my jaw teeth must be removed, and another in the front needs deep cleaning, a procedure that requires an anesthetic. Naturally, this is an expensive procedure that will make my mouth sore for a time.
Since the situation isn't an emergency, I have time to plan for it. So I'll probably wait until summer activities are over, and set a time in the fall to have it done.
I think I managed to peeve the periodontist, because I asked if I should talk with my regular dentist here in town about it. "You can talk to him if you want to," he snapped, "but I'm the periodontist, and I know what should be done," and he walked out of the exam room.
Well, I didn't mean to imply he didn't know his job. I only wondered if he agreed that I should keep my regular dentist in the loop.
He left in such a huff that I didn't have the opportunity to ask him about the timing of the procedure, or how much it would cost. The hygienist and the receptionist helped me get that info.
This periodontist is a rather abrupt person on his best day, but he upped the ante today. Earlier, the hygienist said he was at the hospital with a patient. I'm thinking the patient might be a friend or relative. So maybe he was worried and took it out on me. I'll give him the benefit of the doubt.
Doctors, however, tend to have superiority complexes. Granted, they spend a lot of time, money, and energy becoming physicians, but I pay dearly for their services...they are hired by me, and they can be fired by me.
We were ready to head home around 3 p.m. No sooner did we get on the freeway than it began storming again and rained hard until we were within forty minutes of our town. We got back at 4:30.
The kids were hungry and past ready to have supper, so we didn't delay in getting the meal on the table. Earlier, I'd called Mother, and we planned a supper of a choice of hamburgers, turkey burgers, or hot dogs, with macaroni and cheese, and salad. My original plan was salmon chowder, but I knew the kids wouldn't like that.
Following supper, Daughter, Hubbie, and the kids enjoyed Girl Scout cookies, and ice cream topped with blackberries. We visited for a while after that, before Daughter and the kids were ready to go home.
Mother went home, too, and Hubbie and I settled in to watch the 2007 Sundance film, "Dark Matter," starring Meryl Streep, and Aidan Quinn. This movie is loosely based on the actual events of a Chinese graduate student, whose theories about the origins of the universe are not accepted, and are even trivialized, by a panel of prominent scientists. One of the scientists, especially, tries to throw the student off course, because the student's ideas directly threaten his own theories. After being academically knocked down several times, the student goes on a rampage.
The second movie we watched was the 2010 Lifetime Movie Network feature, "The Devil's Teardrop." A serial killer threatens Washington, D.C., and the only clue is a handwritten note. So a handwriting expert is called in to help on the case.
Monday, June 27, 2011
Monday, June 27
Up at 7:30, and did a treadmill session and resistance exercises after breakfast. After that, Hubbie put color in my hair, in anticipation of getting a haircut Wednesday. Right afterward, I got a call from the director of the upcoming Fairytale Theater production. She wanted me to burn one of the photos I took at rehearsals and take it to the local newspaper, to accompany a press release. So while I waited the 25 minutes for the hair color to act, I chose a photo and tried to burn it.
Well...nothing worked. I thought we'd ironed out the problems with the CD burning program on my office computer, but apparently not. Nothing I tried worked. And since I'd stupidly deleted the photos from my camera memory card, I couldn't load the photos to my laptop. So I decided to put the photos on a flash drive, then download them to my laptop, then burn a shot to a CD for the newspaper. Had problems with that, too. My last resort was to send an image to the one-hour service and request it be burned to a CD, so that's what I did. After that, I found out what the flash drive problem was and began loading select photos onto it.
Didn't finish the job before it was time to wash my hair and head downstairs for lunch. So I didn't have time to do my tutoring lesson plan for a session this afternoon.
After lunch, I took Mother to an ophthalmologist appointment. While we were in the waiting room, I briefly went over my lesson plan. The clinic was pretty prompt in taking Mother to an exam room, where, among other things, they dilated her eyes.
Back home, Mother relaxed for the rest of the afternoon, since it took a while for her eyes to recover. Even though it was nearly 2 p.m., and my tutoring session was at 2:30, I hurried to make a pot of salmon chowder for supper, since I knew I wouldn't have time to make it after I got home.
In the spirit of nothing going right, I simply could not open the canned salmon with the electric can opener, and finally in angry frustration, I used the manual opener. Then, maybe because I was already ticked off, or maybe because I was in a hurry, I spilled the water from the salmon can all over the kitchen counter and floor, splashing it on my shoes as well. I hoped I wouldn't smell "fishy" during the tutoring session.
By the time I got the salmon chowder made, it was already 2:30, so I was a few minutes late arriving at the college. But I'd warned my student last week that I might be late, since I didn't know how long Mother and I would have to sit in the waiting room.
My student greeted me with a bag holding two nice ripe peaches from a batch that she and her husband had gotten in the northern part of the state over the weekend. When I got home, I gave one to Mother, and Hubbie and I ate the other one diced and added to fresh blackberries, served over ice cream later this evening.
Before we started our tutoring session, I checked with the librarian to see if the library will be closed next Monday for Independence Day, and it will. So I scheduled our next session for the following Monday, July 11.
Today, we covered a lot of ground in the tutoring session, though, learning to double consonants before adding "-ing," as in get-t-ing, cut-t-ing, etc. Or verbs that do not need an extra consonant before adding "-ing," as in hunt-ing, and fish-ing.
We also practiced using "getting" with various adjectives: getting thin, getting fat, getting old, getting tired, etc. Then we moved on to sentences using "getting" with forms of transportation: getting in, getting out of, getting on, getting off...a car, a train, a plane a bus, a bicycle.
We dealt with have/had; did/didn't; was/wasn't; were/weren't, and changing statements into the questions of how and why.
Back home, we enjoyed the salmon chowder for supper, with applesauce/oatmeal muffins that Mother made last night. Mother went home afterward, and I downloaded the Fairytale Theater photos from a flash drive to my laptop, and then burned them to a CD.
Later, Hubbie and I watched the 2005 movie, "Convicted." This is a prison drama about a woman on death row for kidnapping and killing a child. She has six days before execution. During her time in prison, she receives a series of letters from a man, and falls in love with his words. He visits her, and falls in love with her. When the man discovers evidence that might prove the woman's innocence, they plot to get her out of prison. But is there time to prove his case?
Well...nothing worked. I thought we'd ironed out the problems with the CD burning program on my office computer, but apparently not. Nothing I tried worked. And since I'd stupidly deleted the photos from my camera memory card, I couldn't load the photos to my laptop. So I decided to put the photos on a flash drive, then download them to my laptop, then burn a shot to a CD for the newspaper. Had problems with that, too. My last resort was to send an image to the one-hour service and request it be burned to a CD, so that's what I did. After that, I found out what the flash drive problem was and began loading select photos onto it.
Didn't finish the job before it was time to wash my hair and head downstairs for lunch. So I didn't have time to do my tutoring lesson plan for a session this afternoon.
After lunch, I took Mother to an ophthalmologist appointment. While we were in the waiting room, I briefly went over my lesson plan. The clinic was pretty prompt in taking Mother to an exam room, where, among other things, they dilated her eyes.
Back home, Mother relaxed for the rest of the afternoon, since it took a while for her eyes to recover. Even though it was nearly 2 p.m., and my tutoring session was at 2:30, I hurried to make a pot of salmon chowder for supper, since I knew I wouldn't have time to make it after I got home.
In the spirit of nothing going right, I simply could not open the canned salmon with the electric can opener, and finally in angry frustration, I used the manual opener. Then, maybe because I was already ticked off, or maybe because I was in a hurry, I spilled the water from the salmon can all over the kitchen counter and floor, splashing it on my shoes as well. I hoped I wouldn't smell "fishy" during the tutoring session.
By the time I got the salmon chowder made, it was already 2:30, so I was a few minutes late arriving at the college. But I'd warned my student last week that I might be late, since I didn't know how long Mother and I would have to sit in the waiting room.
My student greeted me with a bag holding two nice ripe peaches from a batch that she and her husband had gotten in the northern part of the state over the weekend. When I got home, I gave one to Mother, and Hubbie and I ate the other one diced and added to fresh blackberries, served over ice cream later this evening.
Before we started our tutoring session, I checked with the librarian to see if the library will be closed next Monday for Independence Day, and it will. So I scheduled our next session for the following Monday, July 11.
Today, we covered a lot of ground in the tutoring session, though, learning to double consonants before adding "-ing," as in get-t-ing, cut-t-ing, etc. Or verbs that do not need an extra consonant before adding "-ing," as in hunt-ing, and fish-ing.
We also practiced using "getting" with various adjectives: getting thin, getting fat, getting old, getting tired, etc. Then we moved on to sentences using "getting" with forms of transportation: getting in, getting out of, getting on, getting off...a car, a train, a plane a bus, a bicycle.
We dealt with have/had; did/didn't; was/wasn't; were/weren't, and changing statements into the questions of how and why.
Back home, we enjoyed the salmon chowder for supper, with applesauce/oatmeal muffins that Mother made last night. Mother went home afterward, and I downloaded the Fairytale Theater photos from a flash drive to my laptop, and then burned them to a CD.
Later, Hubbie and I watched the 2005 movie, "Convicted." This is a prison drama about a woman on death row for kidnapping and killing a child. She has six days before execution. During her time in prison, she receives a series of letters from a man, and falls in love with his words. He visits her, and falls in love with her. When the man discovers evidence that might prove the woman's innocence, they plot to get her out of prison. But is there time to prove his case?
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Sunday, June 26
Up around 7:30, but skipped my exercises this morning. Mother came over around 9 a.m. While I was getting ready for the day, Hubbie came upstairs to say that the blossoms on the squash plants were open and very pretty, and I might want to take pictures of them.
So I grabbed my camera later and went outdoors. The squash blossoms are very pretty...and abundant. I hope that's an indication of how much yellow squash we'll get.
Since I was outdoors, I snapped photos of Hubbie standing near a very tall tomato plant, and then went around the yard shooting images of various flowers and plants.Then I uploaded a few of the shots to my social network page.
After that, I ordered prints of the photos from the one-hour service. Then I worked on another scrapbook page...this one features our house and shade garden in the summertime. Once I get the photos from the one-hour service, I can finish the summer pages, and work on fall pages.
Later, Mother fixed a wonderful fried chicken lunch that included fried green tomatoes. Hubbie peeled potatoes to boil, and I mashed them when they were cooked, and made white gravy. Corn on the cob completed the meal. So good, if not the healthiest lunch.
Afterward, Mother worked on a greeting card, while Hubbie and I shopped at the WDCS for groceries and incidentals. When we got back, Mother went home, and we settled in to watch a 2008 movie on TV..."The Accidental Husband," from the Lifetime Movie Network. A radio host advises a caller to break up with her boyfriend, which prompts the boyfriend to take revenge. Naturally, the two become attracted to each other.
Around 8:30 p.m., we went to the college to attend a free outdoor movie..."Mama Mia," sponsored by the arts council. I have a DVD of this movie, which we've watched two or three times, but it's such a delightful musical, that we were willing support the arts council in attending another showing of it.
About 25 folks showed up...several of them Upward Bound high school students, on campus for a few weeks. It was a wonderful night for being outdoors, warm but not sultry, with a pleasant breeze. Glitch: the sprinkler system went off near the back of the building where the movie screen was mounted, and while it didn't sprinkle the screen, it did spray the projector. The arts council director, and another lady helping her, rushed to cover the sprinkler with a blanket. All was well after that.
We were back home around 10:30, ready to hit the sack. Busy day tomorrow.
So I grabbed my camera later and went outdoors. The squash blossoms are very pretty...and abundant. I hope that's an indication of how much yellow squash we'll get.
Since I was outdoors, I snapped photos of Hubbie standing near a very tall tomato plant, and then went around the yard shooting images of various flowers and plants.Then I uploaded a few of the shots to my social network page.
After that, I ordered prints of the photos from the one-hour service. Then I worked on another scrapbook page...this one features our house and shade garden in the summertime. Once I get the photos from the one-hour service, I can finish the summer pages, and work on fall pages.
Later, Mother fixed a wonderful fried chicken lunch that included fried green tomatoes. Hubbie peeled potatoes to boil, and I mashed them when they were cooked, and made white gravy. Corn on the cob completed the meal. So good, if not the healthiest lunch.
Afterward, Mother worked on a greeting card, while Hubbie and I shopped at the WDCS for groceries and incidentals. When we got back, Mother went home, and we settled in to watch a 2008 movie on TV..."The Accidental Husband," from the Lifetime Movie Network. A radio host advises a caller to break up with her boyfriend, which prompts the boyfriend to take revenge. Naturally, the two become attracted to each other.
Around 8:30 p.m., we went to the college to attend a free outdoor movie..."Mama Mia," sponsored by the arts council. I have a DVD of this movie, which we've watched two or three times, but it's such a delightful musical, that we were willing support the arts council in attending another showing of it.
About 25 folks showed up...several of them Upward Bound high school students, on campus for a few weeks. It was a wonderful night for being outdoors, warm but not sultry, with a pleasant breeze. Glitch: the sprinkler system went off near the back of the building where the movie screen was mounted, and while it didn't sprinkle the screen, it did spray the projector. The arts council director, and another lady helping her, rushed to cover the sprinkler with a blanket. All was well after that.
We were back home around 10:30, ready to hit the sack. Busy day tomorrow.
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