Showing posts with label the husband. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the husband. Show all posts

Sunday, March 11, 2018

Once Upon a Time


This was in 1996 (or 1997) in our backyard at our first home together. We had an awesome view of San Francisco Bay and, behind the Husband and all that greenery, of San Francisco.

It had been about 20 years since either of us lived in a house. What a luxury that was. No flights of stairs to carry groceries, packages, or laundry. Open the front door and sit on an actual porch. Until sound walls were built by the freeway a few miles below us, we heard no traffic. And, we had a huge backyard with nothing in it so we could transform it into anything we wanted. Yes, definitely a wonderful first home for us to get used to each other.

Doesn't the Husband look cute? In college, he was given the nickname "Farmer Dick" by his friends. Not because he was a farmer, but because he wore overalls a lot.  (That's another thing the Husband and I had in common when we were young.)  He makes a handsome farmer, the Husband does, so I say.

I'm linking up with All Seasons, a weekly meme hosted by Jesh at Artworks from Jesh St.G. Click here to check out Jesh and her meme. For the participants list, click here. Thanks, Jesh!

Thursday, March 8, 2018

Oh-nay Lah-nay Bridge

"Here comes another oh-nay lah-nay bridge," said the Husband. We were driving on a windy road somewhere on the island of Hawaii a long time ago.

"Oh-nay lah-nay?"

"See, oh-nay lah-nay," the Husband said, gesturing towards the yellow sign we were passing.

"Oh." That's one of the infinite reasons I'm with the Husband.

A few hours ago, we drove over two, maybe three oh-nay lah-nay bridges while we meandered the country roads a few miles from home.

Thursday, February 22, 2018

We Be Retired

Life is good.

Yesterday my retirement check got deposited and our health insurance and car insurance premiums got paid. Today we went to Costco and splurged on beer, potato chips, pesto sauce, potstickers, toilet paper, and Brita filters. Oh my goodness, we even bought a carpet runner for the hallway.

Am I being sarcastic? Facetious? I don't know anymore.

The Husband and I are now in the category of retired seniors on limited income, so buying groceries at Costco today felt like a luxury. Going home, I found myself justifying the purchases by figuring how much we saved by buying in bulk.  

Going through life with the responsible happy-a-go-lucky Husband makes living less scary. I truly believe him when I ask him to tell me "Everything will be all right." The Husband thinks that people ought to eat well because it helps maintain good health. Why should we deprive ourselves of good health, regardless of our income, right?

Yup. Life is good. At the moment the Husband and I are snacking on the potato chips and beer while we play on our computers. It also sounds like a winter storm may be heading our way.

Monday, February 19, 2018

A Monday Ponder

I got to wondering: Are we so healthy that the doctors have nothing to do but administer medication for the flu?

I find it curious that when we get the flu, our tendency is to see the doctor or go to the emergency room for an antidote to the virus. It used to be when we got the flu and saw the doctor, he would try not to scoff at us. "It's just the flu," he'd say. "Go home, get plenty of rest, drink lots of fluids, and cover your mouth, for gosh sake, when you cough or sneeze." Well, the doctor wouldn't forsake the gosh, or, if he did, at least not say it out loud."

Same thing with the cold. I think the doctor would actually look at us with disdain, but he would've covered his scowl by puffing out cigarette smoke, if those old movies are to be believed that doctors smoked cigarettes while seeing their patients.

The difference between having a cold and the flu? To me, the Husband is quite a lot more miserable when he has the flu. Over the last several years,  however, he's not as miserable so last month I was surprised when he told me it was the flu he had. "This too will pass," he said, staying warm under the blankets. The Husband is a tough cookie, I tell you.

As to my original question (up at the top of the post if you can't recall), I do think that we're healthier, in general, and the doctors are quite busy helping us stay healthier.

Until later.

P.S. We're actually having a wintery day! The wind is swishing through the trees and chilled air is coming through the windows. Excuse me, I need to find my sweatshirt.

Saturday, February 17, 2018

Roast Beef Sandwich for Breakfast

I've heard the Husband say at least twice how much he enjoyed his roast beef sandwich for breakfast this morning.

I generally figure every morning that I'll be having a peanut butter sandwich for breakfast. Easy-peasy, you know. Some mornings I surprise the Husband and me by making a hot breakfast. I hadn't planned on it today but I started flipping through a cookbook  because I decided to weed out the cookbook collection. After all how many cookbooks do I need when I'm not one to follow a recipe the way it's written?

I didn't know I had a Costco cookbook (I wonder if I got it for free). It has lots of cool photos illustrating short and delicious-sounding recipes from big-time chefs such as Mary Esposito and Jamie Oliver. I found a recipe towards the end of the cookbook that inspired today's breakfast. Coincidentally, the Husband walked into the kitchen as the oven light bulb lit over my head.

The poor Husband. I often, if not nearly almost, don't consider that the Husband is still waking up when I ask him hard questions, like this morning:  "Doesn't horseradish mayonnaise sound good? Would you like a roast beef sandwich with horseradish mayonnaise for breakfast?"

"Roast beef sandwich for breakfast," he repeated. He's thinking it's not a breakfast food. He'd like the sandwich. He knows he would. 

"We have horseradish mayonnaise?" he asked. I tell you, I literally saw a question mark over his head.

"No, but I can easily make it. We have horseradish and we have mayonnaise. What do you think? A roast beef sandwich for breakfast. I can add an avocado to it."

"Mmm. We have roast beef?"

"It's in the freezer."

"Meat takes a long time." He kind of looked disappointed.

"It's cooked already. I saw the container of roast beef in the freezer the other day. A few pieces left. I pop them into the toaster oven to defrost. What do you say?"

"Sure, I'll have a roast beef sandwich for breakfast."

The result was a roast beef-farmer's cheese sandwich on sliced sourdough bread, on which I spread a horseradish, avocado, and minced red onion mayonnaise mixture. Next time I'll skip the mayonnaise. I also added an overflowing handful of baby lettuces for good measure. Yummmm.

I ask you: When was the last time you had a roast beef sandwich for breakfast?

Wednesday, December 6, 2017

The Happy Macs

Today is shameless promoting of us, the Husband and me, and our art work at Happy_Macs, a store. When you click on that link, you'll find our first products for sale—two 2018 calendars featuring the cartoons of the Husband, a.k.a Arrmac.

For those who didn't know or had forgotten about Arrmac, he was in a cartooning frame of mind from 1998 to 2007. I pulled them out of the archives to produce two calendars of his awesome work. Said Arrmac in words similar to these: I created these cartoons years ago, but the Wife continues to promote me.

Well, yeah.

Sunday, October 22, 2017

From Gate to Grate and a Bit Beyond

"Just from the gate to the grate," I said unsurely to the Husband yesterday, as he swung the car around to park on the other side of the rutted lane.

We were at the eastern end of the Juan Bautista de Anza national Historic Trail in San Juan Bautista. It's been almost two years since we've walked here. The last time we got as far as we did today because the Husband's heart couldn't take it. We didn't know then what was going on with his heart. I'm happy to say that the Husband and his friend, Gerry Andy Pacemaker, felt g-r-e-a-t. They had no problem going that short distance.

This time round it was me that we were being careful about. I discovered that my knees can handle walking on uneven, forgiving dirt with the help of a cane. I woke up yesterday morning determined to walk a bit up one of our favorite trails. 

Looking at the trail from the car, I wondered if I really could walk between the gate and cattle grate. The Husband thought the distance was more than a quarter mile.

Wowza. I didn't need the aid of the cane until I almost reached the cattle grate.

I crossed over the grate with a tentative grace. "Let's go up to the tree."

And, we did.

"Just to the bend."

And, we did.

Gosh, I felt g-r-e-a-t! 

Did you see the face in the tree?  That's what we saw on the side of the hill as we turned back.

Wandering and wondering, I am.

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Friday, July 28, 2017

Voila! Nothing There.

Until yesterday, that is what the Husband, Molly the Cat, and I saw when we looked out the patio door. Sitting behind the shed was a small chicken coop. Molly loved to climb up the chicken coop, along a plank, and onto the shed's southern eaves to take her nap between breakfast and lunch.

For the past year,  the Husband and I have talked about taking down the structures because they were useless. No chickens for the coop (never were!) and if we did have chickens I would rather see them strutting freely (kind of) around the yard. As for the shed, only hobbits would be short enough to stand in it. If, even then.

So, why was it built?

I don't know, and I don't care to speculate about how it came to be built. When I heard a crow and saw a butterfly as we dismantled the structures, I knew that the Mama liked our decision.

It felt good swinging the hammer and being constructively destructive. Pound! Pound! Grunt! Pound! GRUNT! Pound! Pound! The most physical activity that the Husband and I have done in a very long time.

Before we began our Pound! Pound!, the world was silent. Well, except for the sawing and hammering by the neighbors on our northside, who are building a beautiful deck. Our pounding seemed to have brought out the neighbors from the two houses on our southside. They were probably curious to why the quiet fogeys were creating such a racket. It felt like a party with all the chattering on the other side of the fences, the construction noise next door, and, of course, our Pound! Pound! Pound! and yakkity-yakking.

The once upon a time shed and chicken shed came down in about two hours. And, that's only because we had the help of our awesome friend Mister D. The Husband and I are barely at 70 percent in shape, and I think I'm being generous. Mister D and the Husband have known each other since college. He has always been there for the Husband and, ever since I've known Mister D, for me.  Thank you, Mister D! Thank you very much!

Look! See the gift that Mister D gave us. The apple and avocado trees that were boxed in by the shed look happy with the nothingness, too.  I'm sure Molly the Cat will be glad as well, in time.

P.S. Mister D also helped the Husband fix the side gate for us, which got destroyed during the winter storms. When he and the Husband pulled the old post from its hole, they found that the gate post was held up by a just-the-right-size piece of branch wedged between the post and the concrete. Something, huh? 

Wednesday, June 28, 2017

The Young Husband of Mine

Today the sweet Husband turns a young 6 times 11.

One, two, three, everyone— For he's a jolly good fellow. Happy Birthday to the Husband!!

We're at the letter Y on ABC Wednesday, which means this round is nearly over. Wowza! Click here to check out other participants this week. Thank you, ABCW team!

Sunday, June 4, 2017

Time for Summer

Summer is time  for sunflowers to grow over our heads.

Summer is for less time on the computer.

Summer is time for the Husband to get his hair cut. 

Summer is for playing outside—pretending to be  all sorts of things,
including a super muscle man with his terry cloth cape.

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Thursday, April 20, 2017


"Tell me everything will be all right," I said to the Husband.

"Everything will be all right," he said.

I like to be reassured now and then.

Molly the Cat looked over at me. "Everything will be Okay, Lady." Purrrrrrrrrrr.

It's a day late for ABC Wednesday. Better late than never. Click here to check out the participants. Thanks, ABCW team! 

Oh, the theme this week is the letter O.

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.


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."

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Thursday, December 15, 2016


I like the ss-sss sound that comes by saying narcissuses.

If only you could smell the fragrance of these narcissuses.  Mmmmmmmmm.

The Husband bought them for me at the farmers market in Santa Cruz yesterday. Yes, it was sweet of him. 

What was most sweet of the Husband was that he held my hand as he helped me hobble across the street to the parking lot.


Wednesday, November 30, 2016


"We can't store the persimmons in the garage," I said to the Mama and the Husband at the lunch table one day. "There's an uh-toot."

The Mama laughed.

"What's that?" the Husband asked.

"A mouse," I said. Most likely I shuddered. Rodents give me the creeps.  "Uh-toot in Ilocano means mouse. Right, Mama?"

"Uh-taut," said Mama. "You have a funny pronunciation."

"Uh-toot," I said.


"Uh-toot," said the Husband. "She's saying the same thing."

The Mama smiled.

"Uh-toot," I said. "Be careful. If you say Ah-toot, you're talking about a fart."

That conversation happened a few years back. Recently, I learned that the Ilocano word for mouse is bau, which I never heard the Mama or the Daddy use. I also found out that the spelling for fart is o-t-o-t. 

The Mama considered mice as farts. Giggle.

Today is the letter U at ABC Wednesday. Click here to join in and/or check out what other participants are sharing.  Thank you, ABCW team!

Wednesday, October 26, 2016


"You're a sweet cat," the Husband said.

"I am not," said Molly the Cat.

"Yes, you are."

"I am not."

"A very sweet kitty cat."

"I am not! I'm a lion!"

"I'm a tiger!"

"I'm a panther!"


"So there, Mister the Husband."

Missy Molly by Golly and I are performing the letter P for ABC Wednesday. Giggle. Purrrrrrr. 
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Friday, October 14, 2016

Friday's Hunt v2.16

This week's prompts are:  1) Starts with P   2) Week's favorite   3) Whole

My knees have been a hindrance this week, which means I haven't taken any photos. So I've chosen a photo I took a few weeks ago when the Husband and I celebrated our 20th wedding anniversary. Our present to each other was a soaring adventure! We each experienced a whole ride to ourselves in the glider plane.  It was a spectacular ride lasting about 35 or so minutes.

In case it's not clear, P is for plane — the towing plane (the one at the bottom in the photo) and glider plane.  Heading into the sky is the Husband.

It was a whole lot of fun!  Wheeeeeeeeeee!

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Tuesday, September 27, 2016

The London Bridge

London Bridge is falling down,
falling down, falling down.
London Bridge is falling down.
My Fair Lady.
In first grade, we sang this Mother Goose rhyme as we marched under an arch formed by the joined hands of two kids. The hands came down on "My Fair Lady" and the two kids would then rock the captured kid between their locked hands, as we sang a verse about taking the key and locking the kid up. When that verse was over, either the captured kid chose a side and stood behind that kid or took that kid's place, after which, we marched and sang the rhyme again.

I don't remember what the point of the game was. For that matter, what the rhyme was all about. After three or four rounds, I would look longingly at the playground, even willing to climb up the jungle gym. And, that I disliked to do.

I didn't become curious about the London Bridge until 1975 when I learned that a rich American had bought the bridge and reconstructed it brick by brick on Lake Havasu in Arizona. A friend and I were driving cross country at the time and hoped to see it, but we ended in the wrong place. Bummer.

In 2007, I finally saw the London Bridge when the Husband and I did a road trip to the southwest. The bridge is gorgeous, no doubt about it. I was thrilled to see the once-upon-time bridge that spanned the Thames River. Seeing this European bridge in a desert setting though was quite surreal.

 In the photo, I was posing so it looked like I was holding up the arch. Alas, I was too short. Giggle.

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Sunday, September 25, 2016

Friday's Hunt v2.13

The cues for this week are: 1) Starts with M  2) Week's Favorite  3) Work

M is for marriage. The Husband and I celebrated 20 years of marriage on Friday by taking a glider ride.  M is also for more than a mile up into the sky, which is how high up we went.  The Husband and I each soared individually with Pilot Bill. The Husband flew to the west, while I flew to the east.

I took lots and lots of photos. One of my favorite photos is the one of the little plane hard at work towing us in the sailplane towards the mountain ridge. When we got just above the ridge, Pilot Bill pressed a button to release the rope. Voila! We were sailing on the air at the greatest of ease.

I loved it!

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Saturday, September 3, 2016

Friday's Hunt v2.10

The cues for this week are: 1) Starts with J   2) Week's Favorite   3) Surprise

J is for jaunt, which is what the Husband and I took last Saturday. We went over hills and down dales, around curves and straightways, and along creeks and through forests. Our goal was to purchase tomatoes at the u-pick-your-own organic farm in Santa Cruz County.

It took longer to get there than to pick the nearly 50 pounds of tomatoes, of which most are now in the freezer waiting their turn to be part of some delicious recipe in the winter and spring. I simply wash the tomatoes, let them dry, pack them in bags, and freeze them. When it's time to use them, I put them straight in the pot to melt into the other ingredients. No fuss, no muss.

That said, you would think my favorite photo this week would be of the tomatoes, the tomato fields, or the Husband frolicking through the fields picking tomatoes. Nope. I was to busy plucking the juicy fruit myself to think of clicking away.

My favorite photo this week was of the surprise we met when we decided to take the long way to the little store that makes some of the best smoked sausages we've ever eaten. Somewhere after the farm, we turned a couple of corners and voila! Young redwood trees said hello to us. For several miles, the Husband and I drove through a forest of redwood trees. We had no idea.

I love jaunts like that one last Saturday. We're off again in an hour or so. What surprises shall we meet today?

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Saturday, August 27, 2016

Friday's Hunt v.2.9

The cues for Friday's Hunt this week are: 1. Starts with I   2. Week's favorite   3. Pink

So, here's my week's favorite picture: The pink-faced Husband quickly inserting himself into the photo I was taking of the apples and lemons that I harvested from our trees.  I love that silly guy.

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