Monday, July 27, 2009
Saturday night Blues
Not a big jazz fan, but recently discovered this station has a great Saturday night blues show.
Friday, July 24, 2009
Annoying coffee pimps
I usually limit myself to one fancy coffee a week. The only way I will drink coffee is when it has chocolate in it and whipped cream on it. Its just an occasional treat, a break from my usual tea. Much as I enjoy it, always feel I should not be spending that much money or calories on it, But I do it and very much enjoy it when I go to the bookstore coffee places, and can browse magazines at the same time. A little guilty pleasure.
But what kind of lessens my pleasure is the sales pitch. I get a "small" what ever they want to call it about 98% of the time. Then I am asked "are you sure you don't want to make that a medium?" Its only $ more. " Yeah, I am sure" "What about something to eat with that?" "No thanks.'' I know corporate probably makes them say that, they would not do it other wise. If I could find a suggestion box I would suggest they stop....every time. But I never see one.
Last time I was so hot (heat wise) I was going to splurge on a medium Frappichino. "Are you sure you don't want to make that a large, its a better value". What like now its an investment. You people are just never happy, are you? Just give me my damn coffee and let me enjoy it without the interrogation.
My new plan is to start asking for a medium each time. If they somehow "slip" and let me be, I will have it. It they do their annoying "are you sure you don't want a large?" thing, I will switch my order to a small. There, you wanted me to change my mind...I changed it. Ha!
Happy Friday.
But what kind of lessens my pleasure is the sales pitch. I get a "small" what ever they want to call it about 98% of the time. Then I am asked "are you sure you don't want to make that a medium?" Its only $ more. " Yeah, I am sure" "What about something to eat with that?" "No thanks.'' I know corporate probably makes them say that, they would not do it other wise. If I could find a suggestion box I would suggest they stop....every time. But I never see one.
Last time I was so hot (heat wise) I was going to splurge on a medium Frappichino. "Are you sure you don't want to make that a large, its a better value". What like now its an investment. You people are just never happy, are you? Just give me my damn coffee and let me enjoy it without the interrogation.
My new plan is to start asking for a medium each time. If they somehow "slip" and let me be, I will have it. It they do their annoying "are you sure you don't want a large?" thing, I will switch my order to a small. There, you wanted me to change my mind...I changed it. Ha!
Happy Friday.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Waiting
Sat. early afternoon. We look forward to weekends all week, and kinda feel like I am not using the day to its full potential.
My back up car has been in the shop for 2 weeks yesterday. It was supposed to be 3 hrs, so I read, browsed a near by shopping center and had a snack. No problem. Then they ran into one glitch after another. Two people recommended this place to me, so hopefully it is all legit stuff, and they are just having trouble getting needed parts. She is pretty old. Its an 1988 Chevy, with super low mileage. I inherited it from my Grandma, who really did just drive it to church on Sunday (and the store). I had it painted Porche Red a few years ago. She looks pretty good, and ran pretty good until recently. But sometimes I had a feeling she needed some work, but couldn't put my finger on what was wrong, or what she needed. So hopefully they will get her in good shape. Very thankful to have a back up car. That's why I have two, other wise I would be pretty screwed. I don't have anyone to ask for rides. I called a lot the first few days, but finally left it that they would call me when she is ready, and I will need a ride there to get her back (other wise I would have two cars to get home, a ride would just be simpler. So I wait for them to call.
I may be the last person I know that refuses to carry a cell phone. Yeah, I know I should have one for emergencies. But I know so many people that start that way. Next thing you know they are having non-stop emergencies. I hate phones. I have heard, and agree that cell phones are like electronic leashes. No thank you. I will probably get a pay as you go one and keep it in my glove box for emergencies. But then afraid I will forget to take it out to charge it, or be in a dead zone when the emergency happens. I will deal with that later.
Its supposed to be hot today, like 78....whaa whaa. I don't want to do anything to make me sweat. So far so good.
I posted on sdfreecycle.com for the first time recently. My house came with a little bit of jade plants. I like it, and hate throwing it in the trash/compost when I trim it, so I would put it someplace in the yard. Now my yard is full of it. Same with geraniums. So hopefully I can give it to someone who would like it sometime soon. I have had one response so far, hoped he would make arrangements to come today, while I am home waiting. He could get the surplus out front without me, but not out back, and I am not digging it up if someone does not really come get it....that's why I have so much in the first place. My way too extreme thing of not wasting ANYTHING.
A few years ago my yard was very park like. Now its more jungle like. I can't keep up (or throw anything away). (more passion vine for me?) Hiring someone to help with the yard is difficult for me..Plus I do not want that "manicured" look. I just want to get back to the park look.
After I move some jade, get help moving the heavy duck pen somehow, move the rabbit hutch..(maybe inside the pen, it would be saver, but won't fit in the door, it would have to have the heavy pen lifted over it, then stay there for ever, good idea or bad?), then I will be ready to make arrangements to get Marks bunny. Maybe I will go visit Mark tomorrow, if I am not waiting for someone to get plants. Waiting
Its not like I am doing absolutely nothing. I have done a few chores, and now I am writing a fascinating (NOT!) blog. Hey at least I know I am not fascinating, some people don't realize that.
Ok, must go do something productive.
My back up car has been in the shop for 2 weeks yesterday. It was supposed to be 3 hrs, so I read, browsed a near by shopping center and had a snack. No problem. Then they ran into one glitch after another. Two people recommended this place to me, so hopefully it is all legit stuff, and they are just having trouble getting needed parts. She is pretty old. Its an 1988 Chevy, with super low mileage. I inherited it from my Grandma, who really did just drive it to church on Sunday (and the store). I had it painted Porche Red a few years ago. She looks pretty good, and ran pretty good until recently. But sometimes I had a feeling she needed some work, but couldn't put my finger on what was wrong, or what she needed. So hopefully they will get her in good shape. Very thankful to have a back up car. That's why I have two, other wise I would be pretty screwed. I don't have anyone to ask for rides. I called a lot the first few days, but finally left it that they would call me when she is ready, and I will need a ride there to get her back (other wise I would have two cars to get home, a ride would just be simpler. So I wait for them to call.
I may be the last person I know that refuses to carry a cell phone. Yeah, I know I should have one for emergencies. But I know so many people that start that way. Next thing you know they are having non-stop emergencies. I hate phones. I have heard, and agree that cell phones are like electronic leashes. No thank you. I will probably get a pay as you go one and keep it in my glove box for emergencies. But then afraid I will forget to take it out to charge it, or be in a dead zone when the emergency happens. I will deal with that later.
Its supposed to be hot today, like 78....whaa whaa. I don't want to do anything to make me sweat. So far so good.
I posted on sdfreecycle.com for the first time recently. My house came with a little bit of jade plants. I like it, and hate throwing it in the trash/compost when I trim it, so I would put it someplace in the yard. Now my yard is full of it. Same with geraniums. So hopefully I can give it to someone who would like it sometime soon. I have had one response so far, hoped he would make arrangements to come today, while I am home waiting. He could get the surplus out front without me, but not out back, and I am not digging it up if someone does not really come get it....that's why I have so much in the first place. My way too extreme thing of not wasting ANYTHING.
A few years ago my yard was very park like. Now its more jungle like. I can't keep up (or throw anything away). (more passion vine for me?) Hiring someone to help with the yard is difficult for me..Plus I do not want that "manicured" look. I just want to get back to the park look.
After I move some jade, get help moving the heavy duck pen somehow, move the rabbit hutch..(maybe inside the pen, it would be saver, but won't fit in the door, it would have to have the heavy pen lifted over it, then stay there for ever, good idea or bad?), then I will be ready to make arrangements to get Marks bunny. Maybe I will go visit Mark tomorrow, if I am not waiting for someone to get plants. Waiting
Its not like I am doing absolutely nothing. I have done a few chores, and now I am writing a fascinating (NOT!) blog. Hey at least I know I am not fascinating, some people don't realize that.
Ok, must go do something productive.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Wednesday - Bobcat and Mark
It seemed easier yesterday. I want bigger font and it keeps going away. I need to sit on my butt and read, take a shower, eat, spend some quality time with my bunnies, etc, and its 8:42 already.
How do some people say they have nothing to do? I can't see how that is even possible. I can get how it may be boring stuff. Much of work is like that. But it pays the bills.
The week Michael Jackson and Farrah Fossett died I got a call from the sister of a friend I had not heard from in a long time. We had kinda gotten to that just a card at Christmas if we get around to it point, and neither of us got around to it this past Christmas. This friend called to say her brother was very sick and would I take his bunny. I said of course, not that I need another bunny or have a place to put him. I do have an extra hutch out back, just in case, but he is a house bunny. I feel bad putting him outside. But my girls are very close and afraid of everything, and am not up to rocking their world by meeting a new guy. Esp. until I see if Mark may be able to go back home at least for a while at some point. I have called twice, which is big for me. I am the worst at calling people. E-mail I can do, but not phone calls unless I absolutely have to.
But I think I have to here...oh, back to the bunnies. Already concerned about putting the new guy in the hutch out back, and I get an e-mail that a bob-cat was spotted in someones back yard, on my street this morning. So now worried about the rabbit and my ducks. I built a pen for them this winter, just for times like these, but its not where I want it, and I can't move it by myself. Plus try and convince the whole flock to go in it will be tough. But after loosing two in one night I felt like I had to build some sort of pen to try and protect them more, at least part of the time. 10 or 15 years I had no problems, then wild life has started picking off one or two each winter. First it was opossums, then the last two were killed by a raccoon, now the bob cat has been spotted again. 30 years in this house, and that's the first raccoon I have ever seen in my yard. I don't live in the country. This is the suburbs. Basic size yard. I am glad wild life is still around, but not eating my pets. There are just too many people and development ruining the natural order of things. Now I am worried. I don't usually worry so much till winter.
OK, back to my sick friend...hey every post won't be poetry like.
Mark is a good guy, never married. Has an elderly father 100 miles away, and a sister back east. She did not mention a current girlfriend. He has ALS....Lou Gehrig's Disease. Its a horrible disease. Its been in my top 10 of ones I really don't want. I won't go into details here. I need to go see him soon. Scared, but need to go. I will know more then. He had some surgery yesterday, and may be moved to a rehab facility soon. The first two she looked at when she was here would not take him. So he can't be choosy about where he goes. Can he go home and get in home services at some point? I sure hope so. But Calif. is having a major budget crisis, and in home services are probably gong to be greatly reduced. The whole thing sucks. He is 54...The whole "there but for the grace of God, go I" thing. What the heck does someone mostly on their own do with a disabling illness? What resources are available? Can anyone get the Steven Hawking helper stuff, or only rich people?
Oh, where I was going with MJ, FF and Mark's illness, is how fragile life is, and why do we waste so much of it? I need to make more connections, go more places, have more fun. Yet here I sit blogging. Ok, got that off my chest.
How do some people say they have nothing to do? I can't see how that is even possible. I can get how it may be boring stuff. Much of work is like that. But it pays the bills.
The week Michael Jackson and Farrah Fossett died I got a call from the sister of a friend I had not heard from in a long time. We had kinda gotten to that just a card at Christmas if we get around to it point, and neither of us got around to it this past Christmas. This friend called to say her brother was very sick and would I take his bunny. I said of course, not that I need another bunny or have a place to put him. I do have an extra hutch out back, just in case, but he is a house bunny. I feel bad putting him outside. But my girls are very close and afraid of everything, and am not up to rocking their world by meeting a new guy. Esp. until I see if Mark may be able to go back home at least for a while at some point. I have called twice, which is big for me. I am the worst at calling people. E-mail I can do, but not phone calls unless I absolutely have to.
But I think I have to here...oh, back to the bunnies. Already concerned about putting the new guy in the hutch out back, and I get an e-mail that a bob-cat was spotted in someones back yard, on my street this morning. So now worried about the rabbit and my ducks. I built a pen for them this winter, just for times like these, but its not where I want it, and I can't move it by myself. Plus try and convince the whole flock to go in it will be tough. But after loosing two in one night I felt like I had to build some sort of pen to try and protect them more, at least part of the time. 10 or 15 years I had no problems, then wild life has started picking off one or two each winter. First it was opossums, then the last two were killed by a raccoon, now the bob cat has been spotted again. 30 years in this house, and that's the first raccoon I have ever seen in my yard. I don't live in the country. This is the suburbs. Basic size yard. I am glad wild life is still around, but not eating my pets. There are just too many people and development ruining the natural order of things. Now I am worried. I don't usually worry so much till winter.
OK, back to my sick friend...hey every post won't be poetry like.
Mark is a good guy, never married. Has an elderly father 100 miles away, and a sister back east. She did not mention a current girlfriend. He has ALS....Lou Gehrig's Disease. Its a horrible disease. Its been in my top 10 of ones I really don't want. I won't go into details here. I need to go see him soon. Scared, but need to go. I will know more then. He had some surgery yesterday, and may be moved to a rehab facility soon. The first two she looked at when she was here would not take him. So he can't be choosy about where he goes. Can he go home and get in home services at some point? I sure hope so. But Calif. is having a major budget crisis, and in home services are probably gong to be greatly reduced. The whole thing sucks. He is 54...The whole "there but for the grace of God, go I" thing. What the heck does someone mostly on their own do with a disabling illness? What resources are available? Can anyone get the Steven Hawking helper stuff, or only rich people?
Oh, where I was going with MJ, FF and Mark's illness, is how fragile life is, and why do we waste so much of it? I need to make more connections, go more places, have more fun. Yet here I sit blogging. Ok, got that off my chest.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Dear Journal
I feel like I should begin....Dear Diary, even though I am calling this a Journal.
I know absolutely nothing about blogs, why people write them, why they would ever read them.
Until recently I had never even looked at a blog. What peaked my interest was I read an article on ways to beat the blues, was the way they put it. One they suggested was to start a blog. You could either keep it private, or allow people to make comments that may make you feel better. That just seemed silly. Why not just write in a diary, or journal, or e-mail a friend. Who would want to listen to you whine? What could they say to make you feel better? Could they say stuff to make you feel worse? Yes I am sure they could.
Who has the time for a blog, to read or write? Don't these people have lives?
But I started to get curious, and looked at a few. Some of them were just beautiful! Beautiful pictures. Nature, kids, the whole thing was quite estically pleasing.
I don't even own a digital camera, and when I finally get around to buying one I am sure will take a while to learn how to use it, let alone post.
Yet here I am. I wanted to be pretty impersonal, so I won't embarrass myself in front of anyone I know. Yet if someone wants to read it...ok, I think. Insomnia maybe?
Thank God they provide spell check. I can not live with out it.
Ok, here goes.
Yesterday (Monday) after work I went to the beach. I live about 2 miles from the Pacific ocean. It was a hot day for us, about 78. We are weather wimps. Whaa...its hot. I park a ways from the water (free area), and walk. I live near a harbor. So I walk past the boats, and shops and restaurants. I smile at the dogs. I walk to the north jetty, sit and watch the waves and surfers a bit. I look at the birds. I love to watch pelicans fly. They are so prehistoric looking. A little swallow keeps flitting by. A seagull is taking a bath in the water. I breath deep and think how lucky I am to live close by.
Its almost 6 pm, and there are still a ton of people there. Our water does not get warm till the end of summer, but it is feeling pretty good on my feet. Lots of people in the water. I look for beach glass, watch the waves.
I walk to the south jetty, look at the river flowing just south of it, and the people playing in it. I finally get the we live downstream thing. There are no storm drains near my house, so I was not worried about pouring my mop bucket in the drive way sometimes. It would evaporate long before it got to water. But now I get it. Eventually it will rain, and all residue, oil, fertilizer etc. will make its way down our big hill, into the little river and out to the ocean. That's what those people are playing in now. How careful are they about pollution? It took me a while, and I am very Eco aware.
Anyway while on my walk on the beach, I am aware of feeling happy. Its something I don't feel enough of. Not that I am always depressed either, but mostly somewhere in the middle. It dawned on my how noticing I was feeling happy scared me. Silly huh? But there is a fear of oh,oh, whats going to happen bad now? Maybe not horrible, but at least kinda bad. I could get over that feeling if it was years between bad stuff, maybe months, but when its days or if I am really lucky..then weeks. It makes it a lot harder.
I started taking St. Johns Wort again, a while back, to try and lift my spirits. Maybe it is helping. I also started taking passion flower caps. That's a new one for me, except maybe in a tea blend. Its supposed to help with OCD, and I felt I was heading that way some.
After my walk, I came home, picked a few small greens out of my new little garden, and had a really good salad. Then cleaned the bunny box, fed the cat, checked my e-mail, took a shower, watched "The Closer"...excellent, and something less excellent, the news, and headed for bed.
Today after work I got a few things at the store, then got a pedicure. I had my first one about 5 years ago. I am not really the type, and get them seldom...but my toes look great now. Choose a polish called boysenberry.
Home, fed the ducks, changed their water, and its time to feed me and the cat.
Ok, its a start.
I know absolutely nothing about blogs, why people write them, why they would ever read them.
Until recently I had never even looked at a blog. What peaked my interest was I read an article on ways to beat the blues, was the way they put it. One they suggested was to start a blog. You could either keep it private, or allow people to make comments that may make you feel better. That just seemed silly. Why not just write in a diary, or journal, or e-mail a friend. Who would want to listen to you whine? What could they say to make you feel better? Could they say stuff to make you feel worse? Yes I am sure they could.
Who has the time for a blog, to read or write? Don't these people have lives?
But I started to get curious, and looked at a few. Some of them were just beautiful! Beautiful pictures. Nature, kids, the whole thing was quite estically pleasing.
I don't even own a digital camera, and when I finally get around to buying one I am sure will take a while to learn how to use it, let alone post.
Yet here I am. I wanted to be pretty impersonal, so I won't embarrass myself in front of anyone I know. Yet if someone wants to read it...ok, I think. Insomnia maybe?
Thank God they provide spell check. I can not live with out it.
Ok, here goes.
Yesterday (Monday) after work I went to the beach. I live about 2 miles from the Pacific ocean. It was a hot day for us, about 78. We are weather wimps. Whaa...its hot. I park a ways from the water (free area), and walk. I live near a harbor. So I walk past the boats, and shops and restaurants. I smile at the dogs. I walk to the north jetty, sit and watch the waves and surfers a bit. I look at the birds. I love to watch pelicans fly. They are so prehistoric looking. A little swallow keeps flitting by. A seagull is taking a bath in the water. I breath deep and think how lucky I am to live close by.
Its almost 6 pm, and there are still a ton of people there. Our water does not get warm till the end of summer, but it is feeling pretty good on my feet. Lots of people in the water. I look for beach glass, watch the waves.
I walk to the south jetty, look at the river flowing just south of it, and the people playing in it. I finally get the we live downstream thing. There are no storm drains near my house, so I was not worried about pouring my mop bucket in the drive way sometimes. It would evaporate long before it got to water. But now I get it. Eventually it will rain, and all residue, oil, fertilizer etc. will make its way down our big hill, into the little river and out to the ocean. That's what those people are playing in now. How careful are they about pollution? It took me a while, and I am very Eco aware.
Anyway while on my walk on the beach, I am aware of feeling happy. Its something I don't feel enough of. Not that I am always depressed either, but mostly somewhere in the middle. It dawned on my how noticing I was feeling happy scared me. Silly huh? But there is a fear of oh,oh, whats going to happen bad now? Maybe not horrible, but at least kinda bad. I could get over that feeling if it was years between bad stuff, maybe months, but when its days or if I am really lucky..then weeks. It makes it a lot harder.
I started taking St. Johns Wort again, a while back, to try and lift my spirits. Maybe it is helping. I also started taking passion flower caps. That's a new one for me, except maybe in a tea blend. Its supposed to help with OCD, and I felt I was heading that way some.
After my walk, I came home, picked a few small greens out of my new little garden, and had a really good salad. Then cleaned the bunny box, fed the cat, checked my e-mail, took a shower, watched "The Closer"...excellent, and something less excellent, the news, and headed for bed.
Today after work I got a few things at the store, then got a pedicure. I had my first one about 5 years ago. I am not really the type, and get them seldom...but my toes look great now. Choose a polish called boysenberry.
Home, fed the ducks, changed their water, and its time to feed me and the cat.
Ok, its a start.
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