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Updated: 2017-11-22T15:11:40.932-08:00

 



THAT TIME OF YEAR

2017-11-22T08:31:48.148-08:00


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It’s that time of year again.  First we have a food holiday, then we have a decorate holiday, then give a present, and lastly a food holiday again.  For those of us who can’t eat a lot of different foods, these holidays offer ruination.

When I was a kid, I ate everything and got really sick…every year, several times a year including Easter.  As I got older, I ate less of the goodies like turkey, gravy, and stuffing.  Now that I am old, if 76 is considered old now, I finally limit my holiday eating to those things that sit well.  Usually.

Don’t laugh.

I can eat pies, I can eat whipped cream.  I can have a naked slice of turkey, and a pile of buttered mashed potatoes.  Then Friday it’s back on the lower sugar and very low carb diet.  Boy, till then I’m going to have eating fun.
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  • Himself:  Work today then he has a four day weekend.  Just delightful.
  • https://www.facebook.com/>Herself:>   I have to work today and Friday for a few hours.  Thanksgiving is a potluck at Poolies.  We got one of the pies yesterday and a half gallon of whipping cream.  That’s the smallest size Costco offered.
  • Reading:  Starting the new #24.
  • Captain Poolie:  Walked, did standups, and had a good workout.
  • Gratitude’s:  That Margot got a job with benefits just blocks from her house at UCP.





  • JEFF

    2017-11-21T13:52:24.875-08:00



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    Photo: Ed

    Here’s our friend Jeff at a recent wedding.  He’s second from the left, and he was the best friend of everyone at the wedding.  He was an exceptionally happy, hardworking, loving, caring man, always with a smile no matter how hard his days were to get through.  He died yesterday afternoon after a truly hard fought battle with Esophageal Cancer.

    Today my Facebook page is full of Jeff images.  I chose this one because here he is in the middle of his support group.  Smiling.

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    • Himself:  Gym first.  Lite work, Costco for a few things after work.  Today is his Wednesday.
    • https://www.facebook.com/>Herself:>   I’m still spending too much when I should be spending nothing.  Today despite not measuring, back to work on the back of the quilt.  Tonight dinner at Costco.  Buy our things for Thanksgiving too.
    • Reading:  Finishing Grahams work.
    • Captain Poolie:  Will visit her tonight.  She’s up and moving again,.
    • Gratitude’s:  That I am here.  That daughter Margot got a real job with the North County CP Org. part time to start moving to full time with bennies.  We are so happy.





    BOY AM I THANKFUL

    2017-11-19T09:23:17.352-08:00

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    It’s that time of year again.  All those truly wonderful fattening foods are here: Turkey, stuffing, pie, whipped cream.  My mouth is watering right now.  Shortly we are off to Vons/Safeway to buy butter and other foods.  George wants to serve Red Lobster Biscuits at Thanksgiving dinner.  I suggested he try a batch first.  I can do pie and whipped cream without trying it first.

    As a Thanksgiving offering, I share with you this photo of me looking out the back window of the cottage.  Frankie, my old neighbor, and I, have put together a traditional Thanksgiving meal for family and friends.  The cottage would seat about five.  Total.  The back yard could seat fifty or so, and that’s where we had it. 

    Here I am with a glass of Rose’ in my hand.  I don’t look too bad, but in three years I would be near death from my Alcoholism.  All these years later, I can tell you that getting well is certainly worth every bit of the struggle.
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  • https://www.facebook.com/>Herself:>   Lunch with daughter.  Adulting can be lots of fun.  Visit Poolie later, lite dinner, and meeting.
  • Reading:  Still reading Katharine Grahams memories.  Reached the Pentagon Papers.  Scary time.
  • Captain Poolie:  Haven’t heard from her today.
  • Gratitude’s:  That I can do lunch with the daughter.





  • DYNAMICS

    2017-11-18T08:44:03.081-08:00


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    Out in the backcountry, under a hot summer sun, we were watching sports with family.  One year Alex played Football.  Perhaps this was that year.  Photo G.
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    • Himself:  Feeling better.  His tummy hasn’t been well for three days.  Today he thinks he’s going to live.  Shower, follow me around, lunch, Museum, and dinner.
    • Herself:   Shower.  Having a shoulder and ankle massage.  My ankle has been stuck for days now.  If G can finish the measurements for the back, I will get started putting the back of B’s quilt together.
    • Reading:  Memoirs.  Enjoying the growth.
    • Captain Poolie:  Commenting on facebook today.
    • Gratitude’s:  For the left ankle not having Arthur-itus.



    A COOPERATIVE EFFORT

    2017-11-17T14:22:49.121-08:00


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    She asks if I need more cotton fabrics.  If we lived closer, I’d do something….something….like tickle her or hit her over the head with a feather pillow.  

    Yes, I have enough to fabric finish Bobbie’s quilt thanks to Carol, but I don’t have enough to finish quilts for the kids.   Perhaps I can think of these three quilts as cooperative efforts…with a smile.
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    • Himself:  He loves Fridays.  He didn’t feel well last night after eating a fancy cookie.
    • https://www.facebook.com/>Herself:  Delighting in my friends.  Going in to the shop early for the big Holiday sale.
    • Reading:  Katharine’s Memoirs.  As he loses himself to madness, her writing grows more personal.
    • Captain Poolie:  Walked yesterday.  Sitting.  In no pain if standing.
    • Gratitude’s:  That I can take photos.





    I DID NOT TAKE THIS SHOT

    2017-11-16T10:39:33.793-08:00


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    Not me, I didn’t take this delightful shot.  My daughter Margot did.  I was so charmed by it, that I played with it for hours in my old Photoshop.  I can’t take the credit.

    I always try to give credit where credit is due or only show my own photographs.  Rarely do I show a shot that isn’t mine.  This one is such a charmer that I can’t keep it to myself.  

    Did I ever tell you that I love taking pictures of people.
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    • Himself:  Working hard.
    • Herself:    Launder sheet day but Marta maid the bed.  LOL  Tomorrow will be the last day of promoting the Holiday sale.  We can’t say Christmas any more.  This is the first time we have only Christmas things to offer.  Usually we have a little Hanukah blue, but not this time.  I will be much relieved and glad to be back to everyday objects.
    • Reading:  Continuing with Katharine Graham’s Memoir.
    • Captain Poolie:  Her sense of humor has returned.  So has her friend Pam’s.
    • Gratitude’s:  That I can put my feet up.





    LORETTA AND MARION

    2017-11-15T08:08:19.512-08:00


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    • Himself:  Dinner out wasn’t very good for three of us.  Mage complained.
  • https://www.facebook.com/>Herself:>  Very good to talk with friends.  Getting ready to put Christmas Books out.  Nothing but Christmas.  I’m so not impressed with early holidays this year.  Those friends in the photo; they live through my lens.
  • Reading:  Graham’s memoir.
  • Captain Poolie:  Pulled a hamstring.  She was groaning, her friend was really in a grump, and her night person shut himself in a room.
  • Gratitude’s:  That G and I had a great evening despite the food and the visit.





  • MY DAY

    2017-11-14T09:24:05.628-08:00

                                    In the Rocking Chair.·       I loved the “What do you do in the morning” answers, but I note that the Great G seems to be the only one who starts the coffee via a timer.  He can stagger downstairs and find the coffee made.  What a blessing.·       I got to the Derm Doctor’s office early, and he got to his office late.  After burning eight new spots off, we discussed when I was to return.  I tried for a year, and he suggested six months.  We compromised on eight months, and we both moved on laughing.·       Tho I talked with Bobbie and Margot, I didn’t get much done yesterday.  I did get fabrics laid out for the quilt back.  After doing the initial measurements, my brain went blank.  Did I say that I hated learning disabilities.  G said he would help with the measurements today, so there may be real progress.·       While I was laying out and designing Bobbies Crow quilt, I set aside fabrics for Margot and Laka’s quilts too.  Imagine, I’m running low on scraps.  If it weren’t for friend Tehachap, I’d have none.……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….Himself:  Still a light quque, and he expects the reprocussions from this last holiday to hit later on in his work inbox.https://www.facebook.com/>Herself:>    Writing, puttering with housestuff like laundry.  Out to dinner with Cammie and her husband.  It’s a delightful prospect.Reading:  Back tracking to reread Katherine Graham’s “Personal History,” amazed at the similarities of our upbringing.Captain Poolie:  We will see her after dinner.  She’s posting about politics, so I know she is better today.Gratitude’s:  That the pool was so wonderful this morning. [...]



    WHAT DO YOU DO WITH YOUR MORNINGS?

    2017-11-14T08:38:22.482-08:00

    Thanks to a wonderful husband and a coffee maker on a timer, I start my morning slowly.  Usually I have time to read for half an hour with the local news as background on the TV.  Did that broken fire hydrant in Escondido wash my daughter away?  Has it really been raining in Portland every day since we left?  That sort of thing.  Car wrecks, blocked freeways…that kind of disaster also catches my sense of humor in this car centric household.From about 0610, I’m here at my computer posting to the Discovery shop Facebook account and posting a B&W shot to my Facebook account.  I’m really enjoying the B&W work.  Then I am off to the pool.  Yes, I am really trying to get there just before 0700.  I walk enthusiastically, taking up a whole lane, for half an hour, join the aerobics class for twenty minutes, then do my stretches in the hot tub until 0800.  Not enough.I write and read and do blog things till lunch…tho I promised myself I’d be done by 0930.  Sometimes, like today, I jack hammered a doctor’s appointment in there too.  I’m still doing all those yearly doctor’s appointment things as are several other friends.  We moaned and groaned about this last night.  And laughed.What do you do with your mornings.?                   ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….Himself:  Monday morning madness.  Meeting tonight.https://www.facebook.com/>Herself:>    Derm doc was late…nice kid.  He burned off nine spots and wanted to see me in six months, I said a year, we compromised on 8 months.Reading:  Finished Katherine Graham’s “Washington.”  Excellent read.Captain Poolie:  Sitting up and doing her PT when we got there. She even stood for a while.Gratitude’s:  That I am doing pretty good with the time change.  Hungry an hour too early and fighting it. [...]



    STILL FRIENDS

    2017-11-12T09:59:27.322-08:00


    Sometimes we don’t see our friends for long periods.  We met through work, or volunteering, or even at the gym, and stayed friends for years.  Then we each went our own way. 

    This lady is a powerhouse nurse and a very active volunteer, but we haven’t seen each other in a long time.  She’s still my friend.  I’ll never forget her.  Special people like this stay our friends even through distance and time.
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    • Himself:  Really has been enjoying his weekend.  Today lunch, Poolie, shopping, play with his computer, and Chair a meeting.
  • https://www.facebook.com/>Herself:  I’ve been following a beautiful silver-grey, crushed silk dress at the store.  I tried it on and it fit yesterday.  Half price.  I’m ready for the formal company Christmas party at G’s company.
  • Reading:  Nothing…imagine.
  • Captain Poolie:  Much improved.  Out and about in her wheel chair yesterday.  Planning on having a pot luck Thanksgiving at her house.  We will go.
  • Gratitude’s:  Finding that perfect dress.





  • REMEMBERING

    2017-11-11T09:13:25.299-08:00





    Dale Thomas Craig helped keep me alive and supported me during the worst of times.  I wouldn't be here today without him in my life. 
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    • Himself:  Working on the truck handle.  Museum.  Dinner.
  • https://www.facebook.com/>Herself:  Photo of Don on my facebook page.  What a dear man.  Here are some Dale Craig images
  • Reading:  Stevenson’s Musgraves which isn’t catching my fancy.
  • Captain Poolie:  One post from her today on Facebook.  We will visit later today.

  • Gratitude’s:  For the GI Bill.



  • A VETERANS DAY WEEKEND

    2017-11-10T07:48:20.154-08:00

    George visiting his mom and dad’s grave at Fort Rosecrans National Cemetery.                                   Armistice Day has expanded to cover all wars and all participants.  In this militaristic nation, Veterans Day has expanded to fill the weekend.  I wasn’t quite a success in the Army only fitting in when posted to Special Services.  George could fire missiles at the enemy by punch card.  That makes us laugh today.  George’s dad worked hard to get B-25’s running over the Hump in Burma.  My dad ran a desk at Fort Hood, Texas.  Here, the parades are today, and there are ceremony’s scattered everywhere.  There’s fuss too.  Down in the Gaslamp district last night, someone tried to fake it as a service member.  Two sailors took him on; the fake went to jail and one sailor got stitches.  Ya never know what’s going to happen.I’d like to stop by the cemetery up the hill and pull the grass and leaves off Dale’s grave to say thank you.  Perhaps walk just a few feet away to visit G’s folks too.  I also need a new long, sleeved white T-shirt.  Maybe we could visit JC Penney’s and see if they have one that’s not a die-early, rayon and spandex product.   They might have discounts for old lady, not very successful, Army vets.Sometimes you gotta laugh at yourself.……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….Himself:  Looking forward to a quiet weekend.https://www.facebook.com/>Herself:>    We took Poolie her root beer float last night, and found her feeling slightly better.  Work today…I sort.  Achoo.Reading:  And old, DE Stevenson.Captain Poolie:  She has bacterial Pneumonia usually contracted in the Amazon.  The antibiotic makes her ill.Gratitude’s:  That we have a quiet, unassuming weekend coming up. [...]



    FRIENDSHIPS

    2017-11-09T10:27:15.334-08:00

    Old friends Mage and Katy taking a moment to talk.I still have some wonderful friends, but I sadly note that many have died.  Not a happy topic.  So I have resolutely been attempting to make new friends.  Perhaps clumsily.  Life is whole with friends.I move slowly now.  Last night at the Sports Arena I almost crawled to the nosebleed seats.  Yes a handrail would have been handy.  One dear lady climbed over a few seats to talk for a moment, and I so appreciated that.  Could I ever do that?  I don’t remember.  But I do know that I need to metaphorically climb those seats to let new people into my life.The busy mother of two kids, supporting causes, going to college full time and with two jobs made friends easily.  Now retired and living with a man who likes being alone has turned me into a woman who accepts aloneness.  I still have some wonderful close friends.  Unfortunately they live in Timbuktu or BFE Ontario.  The photo wall by my computer has way too many pictures of dear local friends and family.  The friends aren’t with us anymore.  I’ve made acquaintance’s at work or other places.  Most are younger than I.  Sometimes despite the continuing good fight, I get discouraged.……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….Himself:  Posting new photos of the trip today. https://www.facebook.com/mage.bailey>Herself:>    It was suggested that I link to Facebook so you can see other black and white photos that I share.Reading:  Something I picked up at the shop.  Priced and got half the Christmas Books out.  The Wednesday work crew was all together after their travels.Captain Poolie:  Saw her Tuesday and she was very ill.  Seems livelier today.Gratitude’s:  That I was able to go to the game and hug a very fragile Jeff. [...]



    CHAIRS

    2017-11-08T07:50:53.231-08:00

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    Zoe…one long ago Christmas.

    The Retail world doesn’t think like I do. 

    While the time changes bring wonderful colors, crisp air, and layered clothes, they think only of sales.  Even our store, which normally puts out our holiday décor for one big sale, is putting a scattering of red and green things out on the floor now.  Of course we have to follow the leaders.  In our neighborhood its Target or Marshalls.  No Neiman Marcus near us.

    I feel a little like revolting.  Refusnick be me.  Not continually mentioning the Holiday Sale on Facebook would be a lift to my spirits, but the boss wouldn’t like me at all.  Instead I’m compromising.  I show photos of comfy chairs and mention how comfortable folks will be in these during the holidays.  Silly me.

    The old rocker that Zoe is sitting in above isn’t really comfortable.  It came across the country in a Conestoga wagon with G’s grandmother.  Over the years it has been used so much that the rockers are flat.  On top of that, we partially refinished it ruining its value.  Guilt doesn’t change the fact that grandchildren gravitate to this chair. 

    The retail world might like that kind of holiday memory.

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    • Himself:  Work, making bread, and is… “I am doing really good.”  Going to a hockey gathering for Jeff tonight.  He has very terminal cancer, and this may be his last outing.
  • Herself:  We both skipped the gym/pool.  LOL  Book day today, chicken and salad for dinner before Hockey and Jeff.
  • Reading:  The last few entries in Katherine Graham’s “Washington.”
  • Captain Poolie:  Miserable last night, but much better this morning.  A ramp has been built out her front door.
  • Gratitude’s:  For being able to hug Jeff.





  • MEMORY

    2017-11-07T09:43:34.185-08:00

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    My friend Dixie called yesterday.  She didn’t remember we had visited. 

    “It was a recent memory,” George reminds me, “and not a long ago memory.”

    There isn’t a thing I can do about it.  I can remember though.  Those warm afternoons in her room with the wonderful Pineapple post bed.  The gossip.  The long trips to school.  The yearnings after her brother…I have to be honest.  The hours on the phone.  Best of all, the friendship.

    One thing I can do I share my visual memories, not only of Dixie, but of other friends who are and aren’t with us anymore.  I posted one of my ex-husband today.  It’s not a happy picture.  Taken the last time I saw him, he was to die that year of Pancreatic Cancer.

    I posted an envelope with pictures to Dixie yesterday before she called.  I’ll wait and send her a copy of this one in a week.  It won’t do any good, but I will feel a connection.
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    • Himself:  NCIS night after work and a Poolie visit.
  • Herself:  Dispirited…but though I seem abstracted today, I’m going to get the machine out.  Further surgery on Margot’s car.
  • Reading:  Mr. and Mrs. North mystery.  Very stylized and 30ish.
  • Captain Poolie:  Very “whatever.”  How I hate that phrase.
  • Gratitude’s:  That I may be fuzzy, but I’m not “whatever.”





  • SMALLS

    2017-11-06T09:39:07.559-08:00

    While I take to muttering my smalls for the week, I’ll share some other black and white photographs with you.    People photos.  Today I have the old favorite of Duck imitating his dog Plaid.  Tabor commented this morning that I have strong friends.  Perhaps Duck was one of the strongest in his special way.·       We think the initial trigger was something in a cookie.  Did I ever mention that food allergies were the pits?  One reaction will often trigger another.  Yesterday onions in my usual Saturday omelet (eaten Sunday), triggered another nasty reaction.  I’m eating bread and butter, and I’m compiling a food allergy list for a visit to a nutritionist.  I’m going a bit bonkers trying to keep all my yes and no’s going.·       Got myself to the pool this morning.  Glorious to see a friend in the water again after recent heart surgery.  I wish Poolie could sit up and join us.  Her pneumonia is still with her and the meds are 23 grand…generic are 12 grand.  What?  Yes, I said that.  While the NRA is going bonkers, so is the pharmaceutical industry.  ·       I’ll be a hausfrau today…menu’s for the week, laundry, dishes, make the bed, stare at the quilt that isn’t getting done.  That sort of thing.  ·       Reading.  If a book is shabby and worn, the shop usually lets our secondary folks have it.  We are allowed to take a book home to read.  Just by chance I grabbed a really worn copy of a 1961 Mr. and Mrs. North mystery to bring home.  My memory told me that it would be good.  I find it’s just plain charming.·       I’m not fully adapted to the early sunshine yet, but I am loving it.·       What more could I want than wonderful sunshine.  ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….Himself:  Usual Monday madness.  Round up committee meeting tonight.Herself:  Following along after G.Reading:  Lockridge.Captain Poolie:  Home.Gratitude’s:  That the pool was so wonderful. [...]



    BLACK AND WHITE

    2017-11-05T10:08:34.709-08:00

    I’ve been participating in one of those games on Facebook.   “Post seven black and white images, no people, no explanation, and challenge someone to do it too”…and I’ve been enjoying it a lot.  It amuses me how many friends remember some of the photographs so clearly.  One friend looks forward to a shot of old Christmas ornaments in their crumbling cardboard box.  “No explanation” and I cannot tell you the balls are variegated turquoise.  I cannot tell you that I still use them every year we have a blue Christmas tree.I saved a few various Armistice Day photos to share today.  We near Veterans day….the 11thday, the eleventh hour…I always thought that was such a cruel thing.  The boy scouts post flags.  Now we say “Thank you for your service.”  When they say that to me, I always want to tell them what a failure I was in the military.  Instead I tell them thanks to the GI bill, I got eight years of college education.  But I remain proud of those who care and who serve.This is one of the black and white photos I didn’t show on Facebook.……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….Himself:  Delivered the walker, washed the dishes, fed  me, and we both slept 9 hours.Herself:  Slept the afternoon away.  Think it was one cookie I ate Friday night.  Drove to Poolies with G but didn’t go in.  Slept the night roughly 9 hours.  Searching for one lost pair of levis.Reading:  Finally finished the Queen and have moved on to picture books which were all I could concentrate on.Captain Poolie:  Home.Gratitude’s:  Waking up feeling pretty good. [...]



    YES, IT'S A RAMBLER

    2017-11-04T09:53:02.849-07:00


    Home and back into our routines. Work, read, chores, read, watch TV. I ate something yesterday that kept me up last night. Kept me running this morning. The great G didn't and is just fine.
    Poolie indicated she would like a walker. We had a little one at the shop, so I got there yesterday before the doors opened and bought it for her. She's very negitive right now as these endless illnesses are getting to her. The latest, gallstones. She's heading home today with two day caretakers and one night caretaker. This will be a great weight off her friend Pat who has been there for her day and night since the beginning.
    I'm going to behave and stay home.




    DAY FIVE AND SIX: HOME AT LAST

    2017-11-02T09:16:19.011-07:00

                          Because of all the track work, our two trains didn’t connect.  We had to stay overnight in LA.  G first picked a hotel that had a 1980’s bedspread on the bed.  It influenced my whole opinion of the place.  Not clean.  He kindly picked another which was even closer to LA Union Station and looked very, very clean.When we got there, we found it odd but sparklingly clean.  Again, like Powell’s books, several buildings had been hooked together to make the hotel.  Our room had little jigs and jogs were rooms shouldn’t.  But everything but the sink faucet worked.  Best of all, the bed was comfortable.  Only as we left did we discover this mom and pop shop was affiliated with Wyndham Hotels.Breakfast there.  Taxi right on time.  Again a ride from the front of the station to the first class lounge.  Smooth easy.  Everything was comfortable, new, and folks seemed to care that you were there to ride the train.  What a difference from flying.  Time is the only problem.Munchies on the train.  Home was a taxi ride from the station.  I collapsed into the arms of my pillows while G went off to chair a meeting.……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….TODAY:Himself:  Work easing off.  He’s glad to be home.Herself:  So very glad to be back in the pool.  I seem to have recovered from that burp where I lost myself.Reading:  Still the Queen.Captain Poolie:  They got her up twice yesterday.  Her dizziness is abating.Gratitude’s:  That someone we know send a really nice message. [...]



    DAY FOUR: HEADING HOME

    2017-11-01T14:40:22.250-07:00

    Milaka and Sahara both got up early again to get us to the train before they had to go to work.  We stopped for a sandwich and pie with wonderfull conversation.  I am really grateful for all they did for us this visit.  At the station, we each took turns photographing each other then saying good bye.  I shed a few tears.  It may be years before we see them again.  Talking with people in the new first class lounge kept us energized, us looking forward to the long ride home and many others on vacation traveling onward.  We met some fascinating people this trip.  Only a few were hard to talk to.Nice sleeping car attendant.  Unfortunately, we did not sleep well at all. Stomach pain for me.  Repeated bathroom trips for both of us.  But the scenery was wonderful, and when we woke there was a beautiful new world outside the windows.                                                                        Himself:  Lots of work yesterday, and today he sounds a bit harassed.  Dinner and a Poolie visit.Herself:  Did both the pool and work, and for some silly reason feel tired.  I can still fit into my clothes...which is triumphant.The library now takes our discarded books.  Poolie:  She off everything but can't stand or walk.  Refuses to go into a nursing home, so she will go home with 24 hour care.Reading:  Still Queen E II,Gratitude’s:  That I was able to take this trip and only be a little disconbobulated when we got home,   [...]



    DAY 3: POWELL'S BOOKSTORE

    2017-10-31T08:47:31.264-07:00

    October 25, 2017Sahara really wanted to come with us this day, so there ensued a discourse on night workers VS grandparents.   The compromise was a ten thirty start to Powell’s Books that nirvana of all book lovers.  George had the addresses. Daughter Milaka knew how to get there.Cookbooks take up a whole store of their own…speaking of Nirvana.  Yes, there were hundreds of cookbooks that called to me.  One, a very large volume named “Sunset” still calls to me.  I left it thinking such a thick book beyond my economy.  A volume on diabetic cooking, avocados,  and Paleo stuff came home with me as did a magical volume on fabric identifications from the 1850’s.By the time we arrived at the main Powell’s store downtown, I was to the feed-me-now stage.  A small store café with used fiction fed us well, then trailed by my family I went in search of books on my list.  They didn’t have a one.  It was hard to imagine.Dinner was Chinese.  Milaka was greeted by every single person who walked in the café.  Afterwards we took the family home and went to a meeting where I talked about Dixie and how I felt.  It was very important for me to do this. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….TODAY:Himself:  His Queue was overwhelming yesterday, and it was bad today too.  He did get us into Comic Con as Volunteers but not Margot or Zoe as Zoes password wasn’t valid.Herself:  Was a veggie sitting at her computer and doing nothing but post pictures.Reading:  Back to working on QEII.  Half way through it is finally getting a little interesting.Captain Poolie:  Kidney better but her potassium was now too high. Gratitude’s:  That G is my friend too.  I’m very grateful for the folks in that tiny meeting in Williamsburg OR.[...]



    DAY 2: MONDAY

    2017-10-30T13:20:52.974-07:00

    October 24, 2017After coffee and toast, we headed off In our rental to pick up our night worker daughter, Milaka.  I was hoping she would come with us today thinking Dixie might remember her.  Dixie often talked about the last visit she made so many years ago.  Beautiful country.  Stunning reds and golds mixed in with the saturated forest greens up and down the gentle hills.  Passion in color all around us.When we called her, dear Dixie said she knew we were coming.  What we didn’t know was that she was so worried she would miss us she called us here at home several times a day.When we first met, I was 14 and she was 13.  We have many years of shared history from Junior High School homework to gossip, summer camp to raising children and everything in between.  Years later, I was the matron of honor at her wedding.  As I climbed her rough cement steps this Monday noon, I expected to see my friend.  When she opened the door she looked at me with a blank face. It took childlike enthusiasm on my part to bring any recognition to her face.It took a childlike enthusiasm on my part to talk through a lunch where she did seem to remember some of our childhood.  She ended up gripping my hand and wouldn’t let go.  When we dropped her home, she couldn’t find her keys in her purse.  Accurately, she kept saying her son took everything out of her purse.   Milaka tried the front door and found it open. I cried as we drove away.  I could see her pink shirt through the glass both hands waving back and forth…back and forth.                                                                                                      Himself: He loved the ride.  Today he is swampt at work.Herself:  Another long slow death.  Glad she has a son living with her.Captain Poolie:  Her body was too fragile to attempt the surgery when we left.  (Now: The blood clot got moving so they installed a net to catch it.  On Friday they felt she was strong enough to remove the stents.  Sunday one kidney needed iced.)Reading:  To Powells books tomorrow.Gratitude’s:  That I had a friend like Dixie for so many years.[...]



    DAY ONE: SUNDAY

    2017-10-29T09:09:23.432-07:00

    October 23, 2017:  We left in the Sunday blackness with a taxi driver who couldn’t drive. Yes, it was scary.  Once we got on the bus, for the right of way was being worked on, it was a smooth ride north to Oceanside.  There was Margot to greet us.  There was Zoe.  There were three fattening donuts.  They even let the two M’s walk around with us to the train…what a at treat in this age of super security.Heading North, we usually sit on the left side…the ocean view side.  This day, we were on the right with unaccustomed views of hills and towns spreading east toward the rising sun.  At the stunning LA Union, a red cap electric cart bussed us to the new sleeping car waiting room.    We liked the old one better.  Then later, they drove us back to the train…luxury stuff that I appreciated.North on the left side again, I read and watched the industrial city turn into the rocks around Simi Valley.  Later we talked and read and played games as the Live Oaks flowed down the golden hills outside our windows.  Breakfast, lunch, and dinner were communal.  Four people to a table no matter who they were.  Not at all memorable sometimes.  Real eggs for breakfast.  Frozen veggies and fresh cooked meats on plastic plates…vegetarian offerings too, for lunch and dinner.  All this included with our Roomette ticket.Imagine, donuts in the morning and a chocolate-raspberry tart for dinner.Neither of us thought we would sleep well, but only the clacking bothered him and the squeaks bothered me.  In between our botherings, we slept well.                                                                                Himself:  Found himself delightfully comfortable in a pair of stretch kacki travel pants watching the world go by, playing a few games, Taking pictures.  and eating.  Relaxing delightfully into his jokes.  Learning a few new ones.  “Do you know what a musician without a girlfriend is?  Homeless.”Herself:  Taking pictures, reading, taking more pictures, and eating.Reading:  Finished “The Readers of Broken Wheel Recommend.”  Now starting “Lost and Found.”Poolie  On breathing machine.  Panic attack.  Having real problems.  Sunday they scheduled emergency stent removal after bleeding begun.  Our prayers are with her.Gratitude’s:  That I am able to ride  a train with G even through two hour waits while track is repaired.[...]



    SORTING

    2017-10-20T14:56:56.444-07:00

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    Portland Union station

    Work has been sorted, and I’m home to sort my own things now.  I’ve gained roundness.  G says we are Mr. and Mrs. Roundies or the Gordo’s.  A very real truth.

    Daughter Laka says Levis are the preferred wear up there.  Here too.  Let’s just hope I can get into two pair…one black.  She says we don’t need to bring an umbrella, but we have small travel brollies that will do.  Aren’t I silly.

    I was even sillier about getting everything bookmarked on the new laptop.  We’ve only used it once.  You could have heard my annoying cries in Portland, “I can’t get in, I can’t get in…”

    But G got us both in.  Oh, the magic of networking between Windows 7 and 10. 
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    • Himself:  Little to do at work today.  Afterword’s: meeting, Poolie at Mercy Hospital, home to watch TV.
  • Herself:  It poured while I was at work.  One lady brought her whole work wardrobe in….and the collars were all dirty.  Computing is sorted.  On to clothing next.
  • Reading:  The land girls were a bit endless.  I’m taking “Lost and Found” on the train.
  • Captain Poolie:  Smaller breathing machine.
  • Gratitude’s:  That we are doing pretty good in our 60’s to 70’s.

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    LISTS AND IMPORTANCES

    2017-10-19T11:06:47.922-07:00


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    Sometimes I think I am the oldest computer user around.  My computer confusions sometimes make me think my friend in Portland isn’t the only dementia sufferer around. 

    Right now I need to predate a few photographs for Facebook.  There will be a jewelry sale while we are gone, and I need to play with a few photos showing what is in the sale.  I ran a test and was delighted to find predating worked.

    I’ve been to the pool for a last time today.  I’ve made lists like:  Meds, shampoo, calcium, and batteries with all but two things crossed off.  Oh hurrah.  Then again, I am constantly adding more items at the bottom of the list such as “Umbrella.”  I think I will have lunch and doze off at my computer.  Maybe I will get the nerve up to test Imgur this morning too.

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    • Himself:  Work at 0630 and off to the Orthopedic guy at twoish.
    • Herself:  Work tomorrow, call dentist about tooth again, and start to pack.  If the WIFI works on the trip, we will be really happy riders.  Photo for the Jewelry sale.
    • Reading:  War Brides.
    • Captain Poolie:  Pneumonia, blood clot, and she looks awful.
    • Gratitude’s:  That my blood sugar is normal.