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.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
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.
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Saturday, June 25
Up at 8 a.m., and did a treadmill session and weights exercises after breakfast. Mother came over while I was cooling down, and before I got ready for the day, I gathered materials for her to create greeting cards to be entered in the fair next month.
Once I was dressed and ready, I downloaded snapshots I took at the Fairytale Theater rehearsal last night, and chose a few of them to be submitted to the regional newspaper.
After that, I joined Mother at the craft table. Today, I decided to create a few scrapbook pages to be added to some others that feature seasonal photos of our house and property. I had already completed winter pages...snow on tree limbs and on our house, and birds flocking to the bird feeders.
Today, I did spring flower pages....our house with daffodils in the foreground, and as viewed through the limbs of the dogwood tree, as well as lilies and roses growing in flower gardens. Tomorrow, I'll work on summer and fall pages. First, I'll need to pick up photos from the one-hour service at the WDCS.
Mother and I spent the whole afternoon in these activities, while Hubbie worked in the yard. Later, I put leftover spaghetti and sauce into the oven to heat for supper. We had that with salad...lettuce, tomatoes, and green onions from our garden, topped with the leftover wilted lettuce...and cottage cheese, along with slices of sourdough bread.
Mother went home afterward, and Hubbie and I lolled in front of TV for the evening. Tonight, we watched the 1997 Syfy movie, "The Devil's Advocate," starring Keanu Reeves, Al Pacino, and Charlize Theron. A young star attorney, who has never lost a case, is lured into a big-city law firm, where he later learns his boss is the devil.
Once I was dressed and ready, I downloaded snapshots I took at the Fairytale Theater rehearsal last night, and chose a few of them to be submitted to the regional newspaper.
After that, I joined Mother at the craft table. Today, I decided to create a few scrapbook pages to be added to some others that feature seasonal photos of our house and property. I had already completed winter pages...snow on tree limbs and on our house, and birds flocking to the bird feeders.
Today, I did spring flower pages....our house with daffodils in the foreground, and as viewed through the limbs of the dogwood tree, as well as lilies and roses growing in flower gardens. Tomorrow, I'll work on summer and fall pages. First, I'll need to pick up photos from the one-hour service at the WDCS.
Mother and I spent the whole afternoon in these activities, while Hubbie worked in the yard. Later, I put leftover spaghetti and sauce into the oven to heat for supper. We had that with salad...lettuce, tomatoes, and green onions from our garden, topped with the leftover wilted lettuce...and cottage cheese, along with slices of sourdough bread.
Mother went home afterward, and Hubbie and I lolled in front of TV for the evening. Tonight, we watched the 1997 Syfy movie, "The Devil's Advocate," starring Keanu Reeves, Al Pacino, and Charlize Theron. A young star attorney, who has never lost a case, is lured into a big-city law firm, where he later learns his boss is the devil.
Friday, June 24, 2011
Friday, June 24
Up around 7:30, and did a treadmill session and resistance exercises after breakfast. while I was on the treadmill, Hubbie left to take the truck back to the other town and bring back a loaner car. Mother came over while I was cooling down after exercising.
Once I was ready for the day, I worked at my office computer for the rest of the morning, and Mother started a pot of spaghetti sauce simmering for a spaghetti supper.
Hubbie came back home around noon, and after lunch, we ran errands...to the greeting card shop to buy cards for a great-grandson, a great-granddaughter, and a granddaughter, and then to the WDCS to shop for both Mother and ourselves. There, I picked up a zippered pouch for my Kindle e-reader, and snapshots I'd uploaded to the one-hour service this morning.
At the store, we met my Literacy Council student and her husband, who thanked me for working with his wife. I assured him that she is an excellent student, who learns quickly. Hubbie was glad to meet her...it'll help him visualize my tutoring sessions.
Leaving the WDCS, I remembered that I needed to pick up cottage cheese at a grocery store on the other side of town. On the way there, we swung by the farm store for dog food, and then out to the roadside vegetable vendor to pick up two quarts of blackberries. From there, we visited two grocery stores...one for the cottage cheese, and the other to pick up on-sale eggs.
We were back home about 3:30, but I didn't accomplish much the rest of the afternoon. The spaghetti supper, with salad (lettuce, tomatoes, and green onions from our garden), cottage cheese, and slices of sourdough bread, hit the spot.
Mother went home afterward, and around 6:30, I went back to the middle school to snap photos of the Fairytale Theater play rehearsal, because I wasn't pleased with the images I got last night. Somehow, the camera and the flash weren't in sync, so that some photos were out of focus, while others had ghost images. I think I corrected the problem, but I won't know for sure until I download the photos to my computer.
I was back home about 8:30 after rehearsals. The director of the play is really going to have to pull things together if she hopes to have the play ready by the first weekend in July. Right now, it's pretty chaotic...controlling the twelve "princes" and twelve "princesses" is, as the saying goes, like trying to herd cats. The cast is comprised of kids ranging in age from kindergarten to about junior high.
Tonight they rehearsed dance routines...ballroom (awkwardly), which they obviously did not enjoy, and disco (complete with mirror ball), which, (though they were ungainly), they did enjoy.
If the director cannot get the kids to project their voices, then no one beyond the second row of seats will be able to hear them speak.
This evening, Hubbie and I watched a Hallmark Channel movie..."The Wishing Well." A successful woman journalist for a popular national celebrity magazine is forced to visit a small town to report on a legendary wishing well. There, she finds romance, of course, in the person of the town's newspaper editor, who has a charming young daughter.
Once I was ready for the day, I worked at my office computer for the rest of the morning, and Mother started a pot of spaghetti sauce simmering for a spaghetti supper.
Hubbie came back home around noon, and after lunch, we ran errands...to the greeting card shop to buy cards for a great-grandson, a great-granddaughter, and a granddaughter, and then to the WDCS to shop for both Mother and ourselves. There, I picked up a zippered pouch for my Kindle e-reader, and snapshots I'd uploaded to the one-hour service this morning.
At the store, we met my Literacy Council student and her husband, who thanked me for working with his wife. I assured him that she is an excellent student, who learns quickly. Hubbie was glad to meet her...it'll help him visualize my tutoring sessions.
Leaving the WDCS, I remembered that I needed to pick up cottage cheese at a grocery store on the other side of town. On the way there, we swung by the farm store for dog food, and then out to the roadside vegetable vendor to pick up two quarts of blackberries. From there, we visited two grocery stores...one for the cottage cheese, and the other to pick up on-sale eggs.
We were back home about 3:30, but I didn't accomplish much the rest of the afternoon. The spaghetti supper, with salad (lettuce, tomatoes, and green onions from our garden), cottage cheese, and slices of sourdough bread, hit the spot.
Mother went home afterward, and around 6:30, I went back to the middle school to snap photos of the Fairytale Theater play rehearsal, because I wasn't pleased with the images I got last night. Somehow, the camera and the flash weren't in sync, so that some photos were out of focus, while others had ghost images. I think I corrected the problem, but I won't know for sure until I download the photos to my computer.
I was back home about 8:30 after rehearsals. The director of the play is really going to have to pull things together if she hopes to have the play ready by the first weekend in July. Right now, it's pretty chaotic...controlling the twelve "princes" and twelve "princesses" is, as the saying goes, like trying to herd cats. The cast is comprised of kids ranging in age from kindergarten to about junior high.
Tonight they rehearsed dance routines...ballroom (awkwardly), which they obviously did not enjoy, and disco (complete with mirror ball), which, (though they were ungainly), they did enjoy.
If the director cannot get the kids to project their voices, then no one beyond the second row of seats will be able to hear them speak.
This evening, Hubbie and I watched a Hallmark Channel movie..."The Wishing Well." A successful woman journalist for a popular national celebrity magazine is forced to visit a small town to report on a legendary wishing well. There, she finds romance, of course, in the person of the town's newspaper editor, who has a charming young daughter.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Thursday, June 23
Had another of my nights when I couldn't go to sleep...finally drifted off around 2 a.m. But I got up around 7:30, anyway, and did a treadmill session and weights exercises after breakfast.
Spent my morning alone, since Hubbie had to take the truck to another town to have the transmission checked. It acted up yesterday while he was driving it. Seems a couple of gears aren't working. Hubbie was given another truck to drive home, because parts for the transmission can't be ordered until Monday. We have no idea what the repair expenses will be, but hefty, we're sure.
He brought the loaner truck home so I could take a look at it and drive it. It's very nice, but we're not sure we're in the market for another truck right now. So he'll take it back tomorrow in exchange for a loaner vehicle we can keep until our truck is repaird.
While he was gone, I completed some office tasks...updating my artist-in-education information, which is due to the state office arts council office by July 9, and sending our scrapbook club and member dues to the county council president. Then I wrote a thank you note to Mother's and my friend, who hosted us at her home yesterday.
After Hubbie returned, and we'd had lunch, he ran an errand, and I shopped at a couple of clothing stores, looking for a pair of white slacks. No luck.
Later, we had a supper of leftover stir fry. Mother stayed home today, so she didn't join us. But I did visit with her before I went shopping and delivered an invitation to her from Caring Hands Hospice. We're invited to a breakfast luau next week.
Following supper, I went to the middle school auditorium to do snapshots of Fairytale Theater rehearsals. The play, to be performed during the first two weekends in July, is being produced by the community theater. I'm hoping to get a photo published in the regional newspaper as advertising for the play.
Aggravation: If it's not one thing, it's another...when I left the auditorium, I discovered that the remote function on my van key wouldn't work. I tried the other little key on my keyring, but soon realized that it was for the gas cap.
So I called Hubbie, who came to rescue me. He solved the problem by using the manual key encased in the remote. I'd forgotten that a key can be released from the end of the remote.
Back home, he tried the remote again, and it worked just fine. We don't know what the problem was...maybe the electronics just needed to reset or something.
It was about 8:30 by this time, but we settled in to watch the 2008 Lifetime Movie Network feature, "The Coverup." Supposedly based on a true story, the movie centers on a young repeat drunk driving offender, who, police claimed, mysteriously died after escaping the and falling six stories to his death. A young personal injury lawyer investigates.
Spent my morning alone, since Hubbie had to take the truck to another town to have the transmission checked. It acted up yesterday while he was driving it. Seems a couple of gears aren't working. Hubbie was given another truck to drive home, because parts for the transmission can't be ordered until Monday. We have no idea what the repair expenses will be, but hefty, we're sure.
He brought the loaner truck home so I could take a look at it and drive it. It's very nice, but we're not sure we're in the market for another truck right now. So he'll take it back tomorrow in exchange for a loaner vehicle we can keep until our truck is repaird.
While he was gone, I completed some office tasks...updating my artist-in-education information, which is due to the state office arts council office by July 9, and sending our scrapbook club and member dues to the county council president. Then I wrote a thank you note to Mother's and my friend, who hosted us at her home yesterday.
After Hubbie returned, and we'd had lunch, he ran an errand, and I shopped at a couple of clothing stores, looking for a pair of white slacks. No luck.
Later, we had a supper of leftover stir fry. Mother stayed home today, so she didn't join us. But I did visit with her before I went shopping and delivered an invitation to her from Caring Hands Hospice. We're invited to a breakfast luau next week.
Following supper, I went to the middle school auditorium to do snapshots of Fairytale Theater rehearsals. The play, to be performed during the first two weekends in July, is being produced by the community theater. I'm hoping to get a photo published in the regional newspaper as advertising for the play.
Aggravation: If it's not one thing, it's another...when I left the auditorium, I discovered that the remote function on my van key wouldn't work. I tried the other little key on my keyring, but soon realized that it was for the gas cap.
So I called Hubbie, who came to rescue me. He solved the problem by using the manual key encased in the remote. I'd forgotten that a key can be released from the end of the remote.
Back home, he tried the remote again, and it worked just fine. We don't know what the problem was...maybe the electronics just needed to reset or something.
It was about 8:30 by this time, but we settled in to watch the 2008 Lifetime Movie Network feature, "The Coverup." Supposedly based on a true story, the movie centers on a young repeat drunk driving offender, who, police claimed, mysteriously died after escaping the and falling six stories to his death. A young personal injury lawyer investigates.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Wednesday, June 22
Up around 7 a.m., but skipped my exercises so that I could get ready to meet my cardiologist appointment at 9:30. I arrived at the clinic by 9:15...a good thing, since the receptionist needed all my personal info again to enter in their new computer system. The system has eliminated paper files.
I didn't have to wait long before I was called back. A tech started by doing an ultrasound of my heart, before she ushered me to an exam room. There, a nurse recorded a list of my medications and vitamin supplements, and took my blood pressure...which, she said, couldn't be better.
The doctor then arrived to question me about my well-being...am I experiencing any pain, have I had any swelling or pain in my legs, etc., the answer to which is "no." She asked about my exercise regimen, and wanted to know if I'd like to do a treadmill stress test today. I did not, because it takes a while to do that, and I had an engagement this afternoon. I also wasn't wearing proper walking shoes. So we scheduled it for December, in conjunction with my six-month appointment.
Although I have never experienced chest pains since the first day I went to the emergency room three years ago, the doctor still wants me to carry nitroglycerin tablets with me. The ones I had on hand, though, had expired, so she ordered a new prescription.
I got back home about 11 a.m., and shortly thereafter, my niece from New York called so I could talk with my brother, who was home from the hospital today after having a stent placed in an artery following a mild heart attack.
We all had something different for lunch...Hubbie, leftover picnic food from his birthday; Mother, her usual Ramen noodle soup, with a blueberry muffin; and I, just a blueberry muffin, a glass of milk, and cup of coffee.
Just after 2 p.m., Mother and I went to our friend's house to visit with her and our other friend from a town about an hour and half east of us. Our friend had set a lovely table for serving coffee and dessert...bright yellow place mats, with floral coasters, upon which rested floral China mugs, white dessert plates and bowls, paper napkins with a floral and butterfly design, and a small votive candle in a glass holder surrounded with artificial daisies. So bright and pretty.
She served caramel frozen yogurt, topped with sliced strawberries, chocolate/raspberry sticks, and spice cookies, with coffee and mocha creamer.
We had a wonderful visit...it was so much fun, that I lost track of time, and was shocked when 5 p.m. rolled around. We talked about our children and grandchildren, of course, about the tornado that Son and his family survived in April, and about our community activities.
At the request of one of our friends, I brought along a copy of the book my water aerobics friend wrote that features a snapshot of the author that I took, as well as our county's slick magazine with a photo spread of my shots.
I also brought my new Kindle. Both women protested that they saw no purpose in the device. But when I accessed a word scramble game on it, and let each of them try it, they became absorbed in it. One of the ladies said she was afraid she'd become addicted to it. Before we left, our hostess requeste that I provide a scrambled word for her to work on later. I think I might call her tomorrow and provide another word, just for fun.
They each also read a page or two of one of the books I downloaded, and played with the functions on the unit. It was obvious they were intrigued by the device.
Back home, Mother and I prepared a stir fry supper. Mother had cut up the veggies before we went to our friend's house. I decided on stir fry, in order to use up some fresh veggies in the fridge...zucchini and yellow squash, mushrooms, carrots, onions, and celery. It was very good served over rice.
Mother went home afterward, taking with her three blueberry muffins to put in the freezer as fair entries. Later, we watched a Syfy movie..."100 Feet." A woman comes home from prison under house arrest after serving time for killing her abusive cop husband. But her husband's ghost seeks revenge. She can't leave the house, because she's wearing an ankle bracelet that forbids her getting more than 100 yards from her house.
The second feature we watched was the Lifetime Movie Network film, "Circle of Friends." A woman returns to her hometown to dedicate a scholarship in her late husband's name. She reconnects with old friends, and later starts thinking her dead husband's death may somehow be tied to the mysterious deaths of several former classmates. But in a search for the truth, she puts herself in danger.
Funny: at one point this evening, I caught myself with the TV remote control in one hand, the e-reader in the other, and the laptop computer on my lap! A bluetooth cell phone would have completed my ensemble, I guess.
Annoyance: yesterday, at the WDCS, we bought a bag of sugar...so when did they package sugar in four-pound bags instead of five? Same price, but a pound less sugar. Ten pound bags are still available, but I expect to see that change to, say, eight pound bags the next time I shop for it.
Aggravation: whatever happened to decency? At the WDCS last Sunday, while Hubbie paid for our purchases, I glanced behind me. At the next register, a 300-pound checker dropped his pen and bent over to pick it up...treating me to fully a foot of his crack! Gad! someone needs to advise him to wear longer shirts.
At the Summer Celebration Monday night, one woman attended in a strapless dress that exposed way too much of her deeply tanned and leathery breasts.
Then yesterday, again at the WDCS, a guy right behind us in the checkout line wore an unbuttoned shirt that exposed his very unattractive hairy chest.
Frequently, we see a young couple at the WDCS whose arms, legs, necks, and much of their faces are covered in tatoos. Yuk! The couple has two young children. Wonder when they'll start getting tats? And I wonder what the couple will look like in their senior years?
I didn't have to wait long before I was called back. A tech started by doing an ultrasound of my heart, before she ushered me to an exam room. There, a nurse recorded a list of my medications and vitamin supplements, and took my blood pressure...which, she said, couldn't be better.
The doctor then arrived to question me about my well-being...am I experiencing any pain, have I had any swelling or pain in my legs, etc., the answer to which is "no." She asked about my exercise regimen, and wanted to know if I'd like to do a treadmill stress test today. I did not, because it takes a while to do that, and I had an engagement this afternoon. I also wasn't wearing proper walking shoes. So we scheduled it for December, in conjunction with my six-month appointment.
Although I have never experienced chest pains since the first day I went to the emergency room three years ago, the doctor still wants me to carry nitroglycerin tablets with me. The ones I had on hand, though, had expired, so she ordered a new prescription.
I got back home about 11 a.m., and shortly thereafter, my niece from New York called so I could talk with my brother, who was home from the hospital today after having a stent placed in an artery following a mild heart attack.
We all had something different for lunch...Hubbie, leftover picnic food from his birthday; Mother, her usual Ramen noodle soup, with a blueberry muffin; and I, just a blueberry muffin, a glass of milk, and cup of coffee.
Just after 2 p.m., Mother and I went to our friend's house to visit with her and our other friend from a town about an hour and half east of us. Our friend had set a lovely table for serving coffee and dessert...bright yellow place mats, with floral coasters, upon which rested floral China mugs, white dessert plates and bowls, paper napkins with a floral and butterfly design, and a small votive candle in a glass holder surrounded with artificial daisies. So bright and pretty.
She served caramel frozen yogurt, topped with sliced strawberries, chocolate/raspberry sticks, and spice cookies, with coffee and mocha creamer.
We had a wonderful visit...it was so much fun, that I lost track of time, and was shocked when 5 p.m. rolled around. We talked about our children and grandchildren, of course, about the tornado that Son and his family survived in April, and about our community activities.
At the request of one of our friends, I brought along a copy of the book my water aerobics friend wrote that features a snapshot of the author that I took, as well as our county's slick magazine with a photo spread of my shots.
I also brought my new Kindle. Both women protested that they saw no purpose in the device. But when I accessed a word scramble game on it, and let each of them try it, they became absorbed in it. One of the ladies said she was afraid she'd become addicted to it. Before we left, our hostess requeste that I provide a scrambled word for her to work on later. I think I might call her tomorrow and provide another word, just for fun.
They each also read a page or two of one of the books I downloaded, and played with the functions on the unit. It was obvious they were intrigued by the device.
Back home, Mother and I prepared a stir fry supper. Mother had cut up the veggies before we went to our friend's house. I decided on stir fry, in order to use up some fresh veggies in the fridge...zucchini and yellow squash, mushrooms, carrots, onions, and celery. It was very good served over rice.
Mother went home afterward, taking with her three blueberry muffins to put in the freezer as fair entries. Later, we watched a Syfy movie..."100 Feet." A woman comes home from prison under house arrest after serving time for killing her abusive cop husband. But her husband's ghost seeks revenge. She can't leave the house, because she's wearing an ankle bracelet that forbids her getting more than 100 yards from her house.
The second feature we watched was the Lifetime Movie Network film, "Circle of Friends." A woman returns to her hometown to dedicate a scholarship in her late husband's name. She reconnects with old friends, and later starts thinking her dead husband's death may somehow be tied to the mysterious deaths of several former classmates. But in a search for the truth, she puts herself in danger.
Funny: at one point this evening, I caught myself with the TV remote control in one hand, the e-reader in the other, and the laptop computer on my lap! A bluetooth cell phone would have completed my ensemble, I guess.
Annoyance: yesterday, at the WDCS, we bought a bag of sugar...so when did they package sugar in four-pound bags instead of five? Same price, but a pound less sugar. Ten pound bags are still available, but I expect to see that change to, say, eight pound bags the next time I shop for it.
Aggravation: whatever happened to decency? At the WDCS last Sunday, while Hubbie paid for our purchases, I glanced behind me. At the next register, a 300-pound checker dropped his pen and bent over to pick it up...treating me to fully a foot of his crack! Gad! someone needs to advise him to wear longer shirts.
At the Summer Celebration Monday night, one woman attended in a strapless dress that exposed way too much of her deeply tanned and leathery breasts.
Then yesterday, again at the WDCS, a guy right behind us in the checkout line wore an unbuttoned shirt that exposed his very unattractive hairy chest.
Frequently, we see a young couple at the WDCS whose arms, legs, necks, and much of their faces are covered in tatoos. Yuk! The couple has two young children. Wonder when they'll start getting tats? And I wonder what the couple will look like in their senior years?
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