Sunday, February 22, 2015


Regis and I went out the other night to the local Chinese restaurant for dinner. it was Chinese New Year so we thought there could be a happening there. Nope. One other lone diner. We asked and the server said the owner is not really Chinese. Hmmm. We had a very nice dinner and this is what came in my cookie at the end. Regis thought the spending part was hilarious since I had just dropped a butt load of money on my trip. I looked at the lucky numbers and went right to the place that sells Powerball numbers.

Here is my ticket and it's not a winner. Bummer. I think they should get a refund on those fortunes.

Without getting too philosophical, I will say that I have been fortunate this week in many ways not related to money. I had a safe trip home from a vacation, I had lunch with Tiffany at Pub 500 (So nice when one of your adult kids buys you lunch!), and I did some thrift store shopping yesterday with a friend. Last night I watched a couple of movies while Regis drove the Gus bus. It was case night, a local tradition that you only partake of if you are young and care-free. Or stupid. Not sure which.

On the thrift store mission, I had a short list of items to check. I found some books for my little library. I can't bring myself to put just any old thing in there. Monica Lewinsksy's autobiography, for example. I wouldn't even let Regis drive around with that in the car. I usually buy books I have already read and know are good, or I buy books I want to read. I guess I assuming that everyone who comes to my library has the same taste in books as I do. Ah, well. My library. My rules. (Book freak admission: I will have a hard time letting go of these books because I love them.)

I also found a couple of Eddie Bauer shirts for Regis. He was tickled, threw them right in the wash, and wore one last night. Ta da. About ten bucks for both of them.

Yesterday between 2 pm and 3 pm, the temperature dropped like a rock. We were admiring the warm sunshine as we came out of one store and shivering and cursing by the time we went into the next. The air hurt to breathe.

This is where Woody likes to sit in the morning...right in front of my computer. It makes it difficult to do anything. I know he's looking for treats. I showed him the empty jar and off he went, in a huff.

I often have epiphanies in my sleep. It's my brain working as I rest. Last night I had one about this thought. I was repeating some mantra, each time louder and more confidently. Do you think I can remember it this morning? Ah, well. It did its magic even as I slept.

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

summing it up

I'm back on the frozen tundra. Not quite ready to jump back into my Minnesota life, although I should be. It was baptism by fire...very cold, very windy, very dark.

I'm going to post a few more photos from my trip. Looking back, the things that amazed me most in a good way, aside from the people...landscape, plants, birds, and citrus fruit growing on trees. Lemons growing on trees. Imagine.

I met up with cousins from both sides of my family. Joanne, my dad's brother's only daughter, and her mom, Liz, who I haven't seen in a long, long time. We thought probably 50 years or more. I found myself staring at her because even though we are both obviously older, there was something so "same" about her. Joanne and I, even though we see each other infrequently, always pick up right where we left off, It was a sweet evening.

These are the cousins (a few of them!) on my mom's side. Mike, Greg, Clark, and Deb. I'm not sure Clark and I have ever met before. We had an 11 am lunch and didn't say good-bye until after 4. It was great fun.

Deb and Larry were wonderful and generous hosts. I enjoyed their lovely home, their little dog, Neddie, their spirited companionship, and their willingness to put up with me!

My shuttle arrived at the coop last night about 10:30 to ten below temp and some badass windchill. Regis had ribs and a baked potato ready for me. The pets were tickled to see me for at least a few minutes and it was good to crawl into my own bed at the end of the evening. Today, I am back to at the AARP tax center. It can't all be silver saddles and Sunday parades.

catnip, man

Woody provides almost endless entertainment at our house.

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

airport report

My trip was wonderful...filled with warm sun and blue skies, laughter, and stories.

The trip home has been difficult. I mistook a 1:15 am flight for a 1:15 pm flight and didn't discover it until almost midnight. Larry helped by rescheduling and upgrading me to first class.

The flight was delayed and the airport was packed. I bought some lunch and sat on the hallway floor. My humbling before my first class flight.

First class! Wahoo! I am not traveling with those peons again! The flight attendants brought me a hot towel, a linen cloth for my tray table, food, drink, and I had a friendly seatmate. 

But I missed my f###ing shuttle so I am stuck sitting in the lower level where there are no restaurants and no bathrooms.

As I sat in the hall, a 40 something guy in a suit came and plopped next to me. He had a 45- minute phone conversation with someone about establishing a colony on Mars. No shit.

More tomorrow. I am tired and more than a tad goofy.

Friday, February 13, 2015

feet up, watching the sky

This picture says it all.

arizona and blue sky

Enjoyed a day in the sun yesterday. Hard to take in the vivid colors and blue, blue sky.

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

email blogging

Well, here we go. I was on the shuttle at 4:53 (7 minutes late) with an old gal and a guy wearing a lot of cologne for that hour of the morning.

I realized on the way, just how long it has been since we have been to the cities. We go as far as Suzette's anymore and I think it's been more than ten years since we flew. (At least I didn't say "rode on an airplane.)

I got here three hours early. Found a place to sit quietly and took my peanut butter sandwich out of it's brown paper sack. Then I took pictures of the planes.

It is obvious many people have a level of comfort with this process I do not possess. I made it through security without issue by watching other people. When I got to the other side, I found a place to sit and put on my shoes. A snappily dressed guy came to the next chair, set down his bags, and took off his pants. WTF. It isn't tropical in the airport, pal. I wish I had taken his picture.

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Dangerous new development. I learn to blog via email.

Test post via email.

traveling light

I'm leaving for Arizona, on a jet plane, tomorrow morning. Don't wig out. I hate it when people say, "You?" like I am a recluse of something. What the hell. I can travel, I just choose not to very often. Nothing wrong with that. I like being home.

I am flying an a cheapo airline. So cheap that when I checked in from home this morning, I had to pay ten dollars for a seat. WTF. A seat? Wouldn't you expect that would come with the ticket price? And then they have strict restrictions on the size of the carry on bag...16X14X12. The bag my sweet, travelin' friend Richie, loaned me was 4 inches too high. Crap. So, now I face a dilemma. I either pony up $35 for a bigger bag or I try to squeeze my stuff into a smaller bag. Turns out, once I printed my boarding pass, it was too late to take a bigger bag. The airline has no phone number. This makes me a little nervous.

I'm boarding the shuttle tomorrow at 4:45 and will be at the airport about 6. That's a lot of time to kill before the plane leave so look for photos and lots of dumb observations. Too much information, of which I am the queen!

Regis doesn't know this but Woody likes to get up at 4 am and have treats by my computer. He is fairly insistent that this happen on schedule. Ah, well. Always good to be surprised!

See you tomorrow at the airport!

Tuesday, February 03, 2015

For Karen TC friend in NJ

A picture we took of Woody last night in my yarn box. He looks like an alien cat. But turns out...he's a Super Hero Cat!

horizontal surfaces

I have worked hard the last two years to clear some clutter from our home. You've seen the posts with pictures of boxes lined up at the curb. I continue to work at that project. It seems never-ending. While I work at one thing, maybe photograph albums, all the horizontal surfaces in the house fill up with the shit of daily life. I could weep.

Regis is a flat surfaces engineer. He likes all his papers and stuff out where he can see it but he's not the only one. I have gotten better but I'm far from perfect. He just doesn't have the need, as I do, to see the top of the table now and then, to be able to eat a meal without doing a major excavation first.

Last night I went to the bedroom and realized that every single dresser top was covered with clothes. HOLY CRAP. Where does all this stuff come from???

It's so discouraging.

This morning I work at the treaty site so I have a time limit, but I am getting up from my desk and I am going to tidy the surfaces. If it kills me.