Showing posts with label stuff. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stuff. Show all posts

Monday, January 30, 2017

Moving a Bookcase in Six Steps


It's chaos.

I'm not talking about what's going on in our country. My chaos is personal and oh so mundane, but real: The chaos I create when I want to move one thing. Just one lousy thing. Doesn't matter what it is, a lamp, a table, a bookcase, or a box of research. To move one thing requires moving a lot of other stuff—before, during, and after moving that one thing.

This morning I wanted to move a short, almost empty bookcase from its temporary spot against the wall to a permanent place alongside my desk. A matter of three feet, if that.

Step One: Move the bookcase and various piles of paper files, books, and boxes from beneath my desk and the other side of it to whatever surface is available and not in the path of moving objects.

Step Two: Remove the floor lamp from the side of the desk to wherever it's not in the way.

Step Three: Nudge little by little the desk (a sturdy pine kitchen table, so somewhat nudgable) more towards the wall.

Step Four: Remove the odd-size boxes from where the bookcase shall go.

Step Five: Take the bulletin board off the wall from behind the door.

Intermission:  Oh-Oh. The Husband and I won't be able to close and open the office door if I place the bookcase against the side of the desk. So I try other configurations. No. No. And, No. Sigh.

Step Six: Decide that we don't need to close the office door, and put the bookcase where I originally wanted it.

Done!

Seconds later, the Husband peeked into the office.

"Oh, you moved the bookcase," said the Husband. "That's good. Will we be able to open the door?"

"I think your little table will fit perfectly here," I said, nodding at the empty space where once temporarily stood the bookcase.

"Sure," said the Husband, but not with that much enthusiasm. "Do you want me to move it now?"

"When you have the chance today."

"I can do it now."

Meoooow. Molly the Cat sniffed her way into the office. The girl hasn't bounced her way up the stairs before breakfast in weeks. Curious to all the noise and chatter of the humans, she was.

The Husband cleared stuff from the little table, lifted it from the top of the file cabinet, and carried it to its new space in the office. Yes, it definitely looked perfect there.

"Anything else?" asked the Husband.

"Maybe after breakfast," I answered, thinking about a dresser that I want moved downstairs. Sigh.

The Husband glanced at the door now kept open by the bookcase. "Will we ever need to close the door?. . . I guess not."


Today's hook up is with All Seasons, hosted by Jesh at Artworks from JeshSTG. Click here to check out other participants and/or to join in.


Wednesday, July 6, 2016

Zowie! Such Zoolness.


What a zool cinderella dress, don't you think?

Sometimes I see a Cinderella dress in this dressmaker's shop in town that I wonder what a petite, zaftig "young" old fogey woman like myself would look like wearing it. Giggle.

I'm hooking up with ABC Wednesday, the fun weekly meme began by Mrs. Denise Nesbitt and now hosted by Roger Green and the ABCW team.  Check out the meme here.



Friday, July 1, 2016

Eden Hills Friday's Hunt V2.1

The photo meme, Friday's Hunt, hosted by Teresa of Eden Hills, starts its second ABC round today.  It's a fun one. I made it to the letter L in the first round. Knock on wood, all goes well that I shall make it to the letter Z this time going.  As Jack Gleason used to say, "Away we go."

Starts with A and Week's Favorite


Our town is holding its annual motorcycle rally this weekend. It comes on or near Fourth of July to commemorate (I guess) the biker "riot" that took place in Hollister in 1947. The The Wild One starring Marlon Brando was loosely based on that incident.  So, for the next three days, we will be hearing and seeing thousands of bikers from all over, who have trekked to the Birthplace of the American Biker.  Many of them will park their bikes on our main street, where the 1947 incident took place.  Want to know more about the 1947 biker "riot"? Click here.

This morning I headed down to the rally before it officially opened to take a few shots. The above photo was my favorite shot. The building (see its name) and the message on the sign together made me laugh. The Husband didn't see anything funny about it at all.  So, I don't know if anyone else will find it amusing.

Where's the letter A, you ask? Animals.

Macro


Does anyone know what kind of flower this is? I took a photo of it on one of our strolls through San Juan Bautista. It grows on a bush.


Want to link up to Eden Hills photo meme? Or, check out posts by other participants? Click here please.


Thursday, June 2, 2016

Unconnected


Unconnected is how I feel when I leave our driveway on Tilda-Hilda. The further away we get from neighborhoods and busy streets, well, you can guess, the more my soul smiles bigger.

Unconnected has been the Husband's and my world the last few days. Our phone and DSL lines went dead. Nothing. Zilch. Nada. Big fat zero.

The first day I panicked. The second day I relaxed and watched 1960 caper movies with the Husband in the afternoon. The third day I was a bit more responsible and went to the library to use a computer to access my email. The last email was from the Husband who wrote that the lines were working again. I was relieved, at the same time bummed.

Unconnected. It's nice every so often.


It's the letter U at ABC Wednesday. Click here to check out other paticipants. This weekly meme was started by Mrs. Denise Nesbitt and administered today by the ABCW team under the helm of Roger Green. Thank you, all!


Sunday, May 22, 2016

A Pleasure of Mess


Sunflowers from the grocery store. I sprinkled a jar full of seeds throughout the backyard a month ago. As the Mama said about things she planted, "If they grow, they grow."

Tiny roses from the roses that the Mama planted in the box I built many years ago and which I demolished on Friday. I should've either reinforced the box or removed the plants and potted them elsewhere for the Mama. Something I thought every time I watered the box the last few years.

Bougainvillea and jasmine from the out-of-control vines in the front yard. The Mama would've been pleased to see the jasmine in full bloom, but also would've sighed that the vines had taken over. And, now, it's up to me to figure what to do.

"What are you writing?" asked the Husband, looking up from the newspaper. The remains of our lunch sprawled on the kitchen table.

"Nothing."

A few minutes later, I looked across the flowers on the table at the Husband and said, "I want to make a table runner."

"What's a table runner?" the Husband asked.

"I'll have to take out the sewing machine. But first I'll need to fine a place where I can set it up permanently, but every space in this house is taken."

"What's a table runner?"

"A piece of cloth that runs down the center of the table," I said, sweeping my arm down the center of the table.

"What's its purpose? To put things on?"

"Something like that." I really don't know.

Maybe I don't really want to make one.

The trio of vases full of sunflowers, roses, bougainvillea, and jasmine sit in a row down the center of the kitchen table.



Thursday, November 19, 2015

Warm Hearted Wednesday


Warm Hearted Wednesday is a weekly meme that reminds us to think of the joys that happen in our lives, which range from buying a new colored pencil (yes!) to celebrating an anniversary (whooo-hooo!). The meme is hosted by the delightful Jenny Matlock who started it this week. Want to join in or learn more? Please click here.

My positive thing this past week is our lawn. I live in California. For those who don't know, we're in our fourth year of a severe drought. This year, we really let the lawn go. Now and then the Husband hand watered it for about 10 minutes to appease the Mama, who loves her green lawn. But, she had to choose this year:  Either water the lawn or water her flower and vegetable gardens.

For the past three or four weeks, we've had one day of steady rain each week. Hurrah! There was enough rain to bring much of the lawn back on its own.  It's nice to see the lawn happy again, for awhile.

To read more Warm Hearted Wednesday posts, click here.

Thursday, November 12, 2015

My Happy Zone


Today ends the round of Alphabe Thursday hosted by the wonderful Mrs. Jenny Matlock. It's also the final round of the meme.  Jenny has decided to retire it due to her health, which I hope the doctors can resolve very soon. Thank you, Jenny, for being you.

My theme this round has been the Places I've Been. Hence, for the letter Z, I give you some of the places that almost always put me in my Happy Zone.


In the Water


~ Photo taken by the Husband.


In Hawaii


~ Photo taken by the Husband.


In the Mama's Garden




At a Library (or Bookstore)




Wherever the Husband and I Dance


~ Photo taken by Lisa Q.


Any Where Tilda-Hilda and I Ride




Around the House with Molly the Cat




Any Place with the Mama




And, Most of All, Everywhere with the Husband


~Photo taken by a friendly woman amused at our antics.


 There you go, my letter Z for Alphabe Thursday. To join in or to read other Z posts, click here.


Thursday, September 24, 2015

Signs of Half Moon Bay

Okay, I have 3 minutes to post something for today. Two minutes now. One minute.


Okay. I cheated. I published this post, and have now come back to write more. Simply had to make sure I didn't miss my daily post.

Oh, these are signs that I saw in Half Moon Bay, about 25 miles south of San Francisco, which I'll write a bit more about in tomorrow's post.


Saturday, August 29, 2015

Gotta Laugh


This is what I saw in one of the Mexican grocery stores in town this morning.

Hasta maƱana.

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

The Good. The Random. The Fun.

Hello. I'm participating in a new weekly meme today.


The Good. The Random. The Fun.  It's a Monday meme hosted by Random-osity. You blog about a good, random, and fun thing that happened in the past week. Yes, I know today is Tuesday. What can I say.

THE GOOD 


My high school graduating class—San Benito High School (aka Hollister High School) Class of 1971—established a scholarship about nine years ago. We have the distinction of being the only alumni class at the local high school to sponsor a scholarship, thanks to Rudy, Debbie, and Debbie who had the vision, heart, and diligence to make it happen. In the last eight years, we've given $14,000 in scholarships to 10 Baler graduates. (Baler, or Haybaler, is the high school mascot.) Whooo-hooo!

On Saturday we held our annual Class of 1971 Scholarship fundraiser in town. It was another successful luncheon, silent auction, and raffle. Each year, we get a bigger turnout with newer faces showing up. It felt great seeing old and new friends. I like to think that everyone had a wonderful time.

THE RANDOM


The sun's light reflecting on trees as it was saying good-night.

THE FUN
 

"You have a different idea," said the Mama.

"About what?" I asked.

"My birthday."

This year for the Mama's birthday, the Husband, Molly the Cat, and I decided to give the Mama a present a day. Sometimes the gift is funny (a package of gum), pretty (a bracelet), or useful (boxes of tissue). It may be food, a handcrafted item, a photo, a piece of clothing, and whatever I think floats the Mama's boat.  The Husband and Molly the Cat have given me carte blanche, within reason, to purchase or make the presents.  And, that's a lot of fun for me.

Each morning at breakfast the Mama opens her present, looks at it, and then rewraps it. She says that she will unwrap them again on her actual birthday. I love the Mama.

Head over to Random-osity's blog, to check out other posts about The Good. The Random. The Fun. 

Friday, August 14, 2015

Time Flies. . .


When you have much to do. Yup. Time flies. Fly, fly, time.

Within the next six hours, I plan to do this:

Finish the Husband's tunic. All I need to do is attach the sleeves and sides, then hem it up.

Make an appetizer.  The Husband and I are going to a party tonight. Fun. Maybe I'll make cheesy olive balls. They're easy to make, but that means going to the store for olives and cheddar cheese.

Put together a photo collage.  It's for a luncheon fundraiser tomorrow. I could probably do that after the party, if I print the photos beforehand. Yeah, that's the ticket.

Get this post done.  I threw this in so I can feel like I'll have accomplished something once its published.  Always look for the positive, I say.

Thank goodness, I finished reading my novel last night, otherwise I'd forget about doing these things I plan to do. Enchanted  August by Brenda Bowen.  Just like the title, the story was enchanting.

I could go for either a cup of coffee or a lovely cocktail.  That's not going to happen. So, I'll just pretend to smell the flowers.  See ya.



Saturday, August 1, 2015

Cutie


Anyone else reminded of a young Marge Simpson? Or, maybe a Dr. Seuss character who has a long forehead and tall hairdo topped with a cute barrette?

Sunday, July 26, 2015

Seven Things to Do Before Summer Ends


It's time for me to make a list of all domestic diva things I want to accomplish this summer. Otherwise, I will just vaguely think about doing them, which in my world means "I'll do it tomorrow." As we all know, tomorrow really never comes.

I shall ring Tilda-Hilda's ding-a-ling bell and...and...and...proclaim my list of things I shall complete before the first day of Autumn.


1. Sew the Husband another tunic.

2. Sew myself a tunic.

3. Sew the Christmas vest for the Husband, which I said I would do....uhm, two Christmases ago.


4. Make lemon extract.

5. Make limoncello.

6. Make candied ginger.

7. Bake energy bars. So, Tilda-Hilda and I can pedal farther and further down roads.

I can do these seven things. I can!

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Typewriters


Is it redundant to say vintage typewriters? After all, who sells new typewriters these days? For that matter, has anyone invented a new model recently?

A girlfriend and I stumbled across this display of typewriters in Downtown Los Altos, California last week. They all looked spic and span. I don't think my fingers are strong enough to make the keys go clickity clack.


We have three, maybe four, portable typewriters in the house. One is an electric, two (or one) are (or is) Brother typewriters from the late 1960s, and one is a very old, but not ancient, clunky typewriter like the ones you see in black and white movies. I bought that in a garage sale, thinking I'd use it. Ha! It needed a lot of cleaning so I put it back in its accompanying case. I have no idea where it is now.


I took a typing class in high school, which was one of two classes that I learned skills I still use today. The teacher roamed around the classroom, making sure we did not peek at our hands as we typed. He also made sure we had perfect posture. Except for the numeral 5 and 6 keys, I can type without looking at my hands, even when I'm slumped on my chair.


Today, I'm linking up at Our World Tuesday. Click here to see what bloggers are sharing about their part of the world.

Saturday, February 21, 2015

A Ditzy Moment


A couple of weeks ago, the Appliance Guy checked out the burners on our electric stove. We were down to only one working burner. I actually watched the third burner spit up flames as it died. Both the Mama and I were worried that we'd have to get a new stove. All for naught. The Appliance Guy told us that all we needed were burners and immediately called in an order for us.

Since the Appliance Guy was there, I asked him if it was possible to calibrate the oven. "It's not working?" he asked, opening the oven door.

"Sometimes my dishes come out dry or undercooked, even though I follow the time and temperature on the recipes," I said, watching him take out the oven racks, turn them around, and insert them back.

"Were they in backwards?" I asked.

The Appliance Guy stood up. "The door wasn't closing properly because of the racks."

"Oh."

"The stove is also old," the Appliance Guy said, which he most likely added to cover for my ditziness.

"Over 25 years," said the Husband. Chiming in, I like to think, to also make me feel less scatterbrained.

"So, all this time I had the racks in upside down and backwards. I can never remember which way they go in," I said, thinking about the time I  couldn't figure why my boots hurt until a friend said, "Sue, you've got your boots on wrong."

The Appliance Guy said, "Just remember that the hooked ends go in first with the hooks down."

I nodded. "I thought they had to be in the front to catch the pans in case they slip out."

"I never thought of that," he said, smiling.

After the Appliance Guy left, the Husband  started washing the breakfast dishes. He was bent over the sink laughing like crazy.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"You thought the racks would keep the pans from slipping," the Husband said. "If they slipped out it's because the floor is uneven."

What could I do but laugh with the Husband. Loudly and long.

I hope the Appliance Guy had a good laugh, too.

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Television


I admit it. I've watched a lot of TV in my life, ever since the Mickey Mouse Club in the 1950s. But, not enough to call myself a tvholic. Oh, sure there are days or nights when I sit in front of the TV and jump from channel to channel during commercials. That's so I don't think about stuff, including writing projects.

These days, I usually fall asleep after an hour of TV, if even that, including on programs that I like. For instance, I rarely make it through Elementary, the show about Holmes and Watson in modern day New York. It could be a genetic trait. The Mama falls asleep in front of the TV after dinner.  Molly the Cat snuggles alongside her and they both snore in front of the TV. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. 

I suppose I could stay awake if I wasn't lying down. "Sit up," says the Husband, waving his hand in front of my face. "I'm awake," I mumble. Barely, of course, but I'm not going to say so. And, maybe I shouldn't close my eyes during a commercial. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

This year, I especially enjoy watching Bob's Burgers (love that Louise with her bunny ears), The Big Bang Theory, The Mindy Project, and The Neighbors. Reality shows? Yup, I continue to watch Survivor and The Amazing Race. Lately, I care more about seeing the surroundings as the people do their competitions. What TV shows do you like to watch?

Yawwwwn. Writing about television is putting me to sleep. Time to go make some Zzzzzzzzzzzzz. Perhaps without the television on.
I'm participating in the Blogging from A to Z Challenge this month. To check out other participants, click here. See you tomorrow.   

Thursday, October 10, 2013

Priorities


"Su-sieee!" the Mama called from the bottom of the stairs.

"Su-sieeeeeeee!" She shouted two seconds later. I had only begun to get my head out of whatever I was writing.

"Su-sieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" She yelled louder.

"Hold on. Hold on." I called as I stumbled down the hallway to the stairs. "What is it?"

Silence.

Halfway down the stairs, the Mama held up a bottle and asked, "Do we have Windex?"

"Windex?"  I immediately envisioned her standing on the highest step of the tall ladder to clean the windows from outside. I peered at the label over my computer glasses. "This is Windex."

"It's not blue."

Oh, God, I thought. Will she ask me to go to the store now? Can I get her to use vinegar instead?

"Windex comes in different colors now," I said. "This has lemon in it."

"Okay," she said, taking the bottle from me.

"What are you going to do?"

"Too many spots (which she pronounces a-spots a-spots)," she mumbled. "I can't stand looking at them anymore."

"Here, let me do it," I said, reaching for the bottle.

"No, no, you go do your work," she said, not letting go of the bottle.

"I can do it," I said. Surprisingly, she didn't continue arguing.

For the next half hour, I did my best wiping away a-spots a-spots on the windows that she gazes through every morning as she peacefully eats her breakfast.

It was quite satisfying to do, I tell you what.

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

The Whole World on My Wall


The map of the world hangs on the wall above my cluttered desk and my more-than-often-than-should vacant mind. Above the map hang a few cobwebs. I'm sure Molly the Cat would be fascinated with the cobwebs if she would look up. Fortunately, the desk is too cluttered for her to find a spot to park while I work.

The map? Yes, the map. I like maps. Except for topo maps, I can read a map. Reading maps, even street maps, are fun. For me.

When I think of Africa, I see the number seven in a serif font. Australia makes me think of a terrier.

On this world map, Greenland is orange. As are Brazil, Saudi Arabia, India, the Democratic Republic of the Congo, and Korea. I see no key for colors so maybe it means nothing more than that's what the creator of the map wished to color those nations.

You would think I'd gaze at that map a lot. Nope.

I put it up to inspire me. But, it only reminds me that I haven't traveled more than I would've thought I would by now. If I think long and hard of the why not's and how comes, well, let's just say I don't want to mentally go there. Still, I don't want to take the map down. I like to remind myself, now and then, how big of a world that we live on. So huge that quite a lot of people don't realize they share the same space in the infinite here with so many people who live in countries they have no idea exist.

Yeah.

Monday, May 13, 2013

A Simple, Low-Key Mama Helper


A cane is a very useful tool. It helps you steady yourself as you stand up. It offers you support as you make your way down your path. It's also something you can point with and you can use it to hit a car (or person) that comes too close for comfort.

Yep, a cane is a useful tool.

The Mama, however, will have nothing to do with one. She says (not these exact words, but this idea), "The more you use a cane, the more you won't be able to walk on your own." I suppose, in her mind, a cane is proof that you've given up to old age.

Fortunately, when she works in her gardens, she turns her rake or broom upside down and uses it kind of like a cane. But, she's not really using a cane, you see, because she's just transporting the rake or broom.

All in all, the Mama is very strong for a frail-looking woman in her 90s. (Don't let that fragility fool you. The woman is pretty much all muscle.) By using a cane, the Husband and I would have false confidence that all would be all right as she moves about. But, that's not a battle worth fighting right now. Instead, we look for unobtrusive ways that may help her, and that brings me to the black pole, which you see in the above photo, thanks to our two amigos, Pal D. and Buddy M.

Pal has generously made it his mission to put up things, such as railings or grip bars, that will help Mama get in and out of the house with ease. And, again, the key point, is that those things be essentially unnoticeable as being helpers for the Mama. So, the first project was putting up something by the front step for the Mama to hold onto as she goes up and down it.

When  Pal told  Buddy about the project,  Buddy offered a heavy, metal black pole that was once attached to a weight scale for fat people. That's how the Buddy described it. A very big person holds onto the pole to steady himself (or herself) as he (or she) gets on the scale. The Buddy said that he had that pole for more than 30 years. He figured that one day, the pole would come in handy. So, it did.

Pal brought the pole over to see if it might work. We figured that by attaching a wooden base to it, the pole would be the perfect height for the Mama.  "Keep in mind," I said to the Pal, "It may take a couple of years before the Mama will actually use it." I didn't want him to be disappointed.

A few weeks later, the Pal gave me the final product. "If it doesn't work, or she doesn't like it, that's okay," he said. "We'll try something else."

Several days later, the Husband and I installed the pole. It merely required digging a hole deep enough to firmly hold the pole in place. When I showed it to the Mama, I could see the annoyed look that says "I don't like that you are reminding me that my body is old." It quickly disappeared when I told her the history of the pole and how much Pal and Buddy wanted to give it to her so she could use it to help her whenever she wanted.
Many thanks to Pal and Buddy for the Mama helper.

"They did," she said.

"Yes."

I could see the Mama's body take on a smile. Then I left it at that. I did not nag her to use the pole as she went up and down the step, nor did I ever ask if she  used it. So unlike me.

About three weeks ago, I watched the Mama hold onto the pole as she stepped down and then later on reach for it to help her step up. A very natural act. I was amazed.




Monday, April 29, 2013

Yes, Yeah, Yep.

Check out other A to Z Challenge
participants by clicking here.
"Yes!"
". . .We have no bananas. We have no bananas today. . . ."

I like that song a lot. It was written for a Broadway revue in 1922 and became a hit the following year for Eddie Cantor, according to Wikipedia. I first heard it in an old-time cartoon that I saw on TV when I was a kid. I love those cartoons from the 1930s and 1940s. They introduced me to old ditties such as "Yes! We have no bananas." and "Mairzy Doats and Dozey Doats" as well as classical and jazz music. Today, cartoons will flash through my mind when I suddenly hear certain classical or jazz songs.

Yeah.

So, here we are—the letter "Y". Tomorrow, Zeee. The next day, zzzzzzzz! on the blog. Just kidding. Maybe.

As I'm writing this post, I hear in the near distance the sound of seals barking.  Yawp, yawp, yawp! But, here's the thing. I live about 25 miles from the ocean, if I was a crow.
 

Yep.
Halfway through the A to Z Blogging Challenge, Rhonda at Dizzy Stir nominated me for the Liebster Award, which I happily accepted. Here's the link about the award and who I nominated in turn. One of the tasks for accepting the award was to think up 11 questions to ask my nominees. It's only fair that I answer my own questions. Yep, it is. So, now I shall.
  1. What was the fifth fun trip that you have taken?
    A cross-country trip during the summer of 1975. Once college finals were done, a girlfriend and I hopped into my lovely little yellow box of a car and drove from San Francisco to New York and back again. We were on the road for about two months. My only regret is that I didn't take photos. I was working with little more than $250 in cash. Thank goodness, the Daddy let me use his gas card.
  2. Name one children's book that you think all adults ought to read and take to heart.  
    "When We Were Very Young" by A. A. Milne
  3. What do you think is one of the worse movies or TV shows ever made?
    Brady Bunch, but, yet, I watched it.
  4. What fairy tale character do you identify with the most?
    Fiona, the wife of Shrek. 
  5. What actor would you want to portray you in a movie about your life?
    Kathy Bates
  6. Imagine you've just finished writing a book. What's the title? 
    So, You Think You Want to Have a Cat
  7. What do you like the most about blogging?
    Being able to write about anything I feel like writing.
  8. What has been the most delicious food or dish you've ever eaten?
    Fried chicken cooked by the Daddy.
  9. When you were a kid, what age did you think was really old?
    One hundred! What did I know.
  10. Which would you rather be: a dictator, a DMV clerk, or a miner?
    A miner who owns the mine. Once I've struck gold or whatever it is I'm mining, that's it for me. 
  11. When was the last time you stopped and smelled the roses?
    Saturday. I was carrying Molly the Cat and as we passed by some of the Mama's roses, Molly told me to stop. She put her nose up to the roses and took a whiff.
    I did, too.
Here, again, are my nominees for the Liebster Award. If you haven't checked them out yet, well, what are you waiting for?