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|Thursday, July 26th, 2007|
|Sunday, July 1st, 2007|
|Saturday, June 30th, 2007|
Living in California is so delightful, it's easy to immerse yourself in the hazy, lazy days of summer and just forget how long it has been since the last update.
Another granddaughter has graduated from high school. Nine more kids still in the public school system, five in college and the rest trying to launch their careers.
I am delighted with the nectarine I had planted in the back yard. Dorothy has picked two already, and says the rest are ready for harvest. She has eaten one and pronounced it delicious, has another in the fridge and told me to go pick my own!
We planted melons amongst our flowers on the hill again this year. Only one Tuscany type cantaloupe so far. I'm eager to see a few watermelons too.
We have had salad makings fresh almost daily, tho' all but the tomato's are now gone. 'Had a good crop of turnips and the bell peppers are producing like crazy. Leeks and onions are doing fine, the strawberries have mostly fed the birds.
I'm still waiting for the first Thompson grapes to appear. Interesting observation. These vines do not flower and then produce fruit, the clusters just sprout from the vine.
Well, Dorothy just have me a 'honey do' list of errands, so I'll close and add more later this evening. I'll post pictures of the subject matter then.
|Tuesday, March 27th, 2007|
Just when I thought spring was really here, we have a cold front come thru. Over a foot of snow just 30 miles into the Sierras. Forecast for tonight is for the mid 30's.
Everything is in bloom. I have already cut back the dying daffodil blossoms. I have tomatos on my bushes. Some of the radishes will be harvested by the weekend! Lettuce, leeks, peppers and strawberries are all going strong. One chilly night should do no harm. Frost is NOT forecast. Nectarine blossoms are gone and tiny fruit are showing. 2 apple trees are in full bloom. The Boscoop has decided to wait.
Here is the Crabapple:
I guess that fits my mood; I'm a little crabby. ^_^
Dorothy and I and Java are doing fine.
I hope everyone is doing well and have a great week. Current Mood: cranky
|Saturday, March 24th, 2007|
Some observations about dogs:
"The dog is a gentleman; I hope to go to his heaven's not man's" - Mark Twain
"The more I know about men, the more I like dogs." - Gloria Allred
"They are better than human beings - because they know - but do not tell" - Emily Dickinson
"It is fatal to let any dog know that he is funny, for he immediately loses his head and starts hamming it up" - P.G Wodehouse
"One of the best feelings in the world is coming home to a puppy" - Unknown
"Scratch a dog and you'll find a permanent job" - Franklin P. Jones
"Dogs have given us their absolute all. We are the center of their universe. We are the focus of their love and faith and trust. They serve us in return for scraps. It is without a doubt the best deal man has ever made." - Roger Caras
"Dogs laugh, but they laugh with their tails." - Max Eastman
"No matter how little money and how few possessions you own, having a dog makes you rich." - Louis Sabin
"Did you ever walk into a room and forget why you walked in? I think that is how dogs spend their lives." - Sue Murphy
"I used to look at my dog Smoky and think, "If you were a little smarter, you could tell me what you're thinking" and he'd look at me like he was saying, "If you were a little smarter, I wouldn't have to."" - Fred Jungclau
"I can train any dog in five minutes. It's training the owner that takes longer." - Barbara Woodhouse
"Buy a pup and your money will buy love unflinching that cannot lie." - Rudyard Kipling
Dorothy and I have a young Dachshund named Java. He is "all of the above" and more.
If you can start the day without caffeine or pep pills,
If you can be cheerful, ignoring aches and pains,
If you can resist complaining and boring people with your troubles,
If you can eat the same food everyday and be grateful for it,
If you can understand when loved ones are too busy to give you time,
If you can overlook people taking things out on you when, if through no fault of yours, something goes wrong,
If you can take criticism and blame without resentment,
If you can face the world without lies and deceit,
If you can conquer tension without medical help,
If you can relax at any given moment,
If you can always sleep without the aid of drugs,
You are probably the family dog.
|Tuesday, March 13th, 2007|
It is a gorgeous day here in Northern California.
|Monday, March 12th, 2007|
Somebody sent me this. . . . . . . I'm trying to remember who.
<lj-cutJust before the funeral services, the undertaker came up to the very elderly widow and asked, "How old was your husband?" "98," she replied. "Two years older than me." "So you're 96," the undertaker commented. She responded, "Hardly worth going home, is it?"
Reporters interviewing a 104-year-old woman: "And what do you think is the best thing about being 104?" the reporter asked. She simply replied, "No peer pressure."
The nice thing about being senile is you can hide your own Easter eggs.
From Florida .....I've sure gotten old! I've had two bypass surgeries, a hip replacement, new knees. Fought prostate cancer and diabetes. I'm half blind, can't hear anything quieter than a jet engine, take 40 different medications that make me dizzy, winded, and subject to blackouts. Have bouts with dementia. Have poor circulation; hardly feel my hands and feet anymore. Can't remember if I'm 85 or 92. Have lost all my friends. But, thank God, I still have my driver's license.
I feel like my body has gotten totally out of shape, so I got my doctor's permission to join a fitness club and start exercising. I decided to take an aerobics class for seniors. I bent, twisted, gyrated, jumped up and down, and perspired for an hour. But, by the time I got my leotards on, the class was over.
An elderly woman decided to prepare her will and told her preacher she had two final requests. First, she wanted to be cremated, and second, she wanted her ashes scattered over Wal-Mart. "Wal-Mart?" the preacher exclaimed. "Why Wal-Mart?" "Then I'll be sure my daughters visit me twice a week."
My memory's not as sharp as it used to be. Also, my memory's not as sharp as it used to be.
Know how to prevent sagging? Just eat till the wrinkles fill out.
It's scary when you start making the same noises as your coffeemaker.
These days about half the stuff in my shopping cart says, "For fast relief."
Remember: You don't stop laughing because you grow old, You grow old because you stop laughing.
--- THE SENILITY PRAYER : Grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked anyway, the good fortune to run into the ones I do, and the eyesight to tell the difference.
Now, I think you're supposed to share this with 5 or 6, maybe 10 others. Oh heck, give it to a bunch of your friends if you can remember who they are!=Read More></lj-cut>
|Wednesday, March 7th, 2007|
|Tuesday, March 6th, 2007|
|Saturday, March 3rd, 2007|
It's 5 a.m.
I am NOT an early morning person.
I have been driven out of my warm, comfortable bed by a case of hives. This is a relatively new experience for me. I have had my occasional itch thru these many years, but hives, thank God, has not been a regular visitor.
I had a change in medication a while back, and have what appears to be an adverse reaction to the change. Initially I had an episode of dizziness and disturbed vision. Intense enough to end up in ER as the symptoms cleared up. Everything checked out as normal. A week later I had a repeat performance of the symptoms with an added episode of intense hives. I did not go to ER the second time, just gave my body a chance to ride it out and recover. My conclusion after mentally reviewing everything was that the change in medication was responsible. I stopped taking one of the meds altogether, and went back to a previous med on another.
I called my primary doctor to report the events and my conclusions. A return call from staff in his office left me feeling quite pissed. "Adverse reactions to medications are so rare". (You must be mistaken)
Well, It was a dramatic enough event for me to call 911 after the symptoms endured for 40+ minutes, and 2+ hours each time before I returned to 'normal'.
My having an experience like this is what is 'rare'
And now, almost 2 weeks later, to have a re-occurrence of hives? I haven't a clue.
One thought is that the earlier event may have sensitized me to something within my medications. Possibly a cross conflict, but if so, why not a continual problem of side-effects during the past 2 weeks? A real puzzle.
Well, a Benedryl capsule has calmed the itch to a tolerable level.
There has been enough drama within the family that this case of hives could have been brought on by stress. My eldest step-daughter has advanced Hepatitis-C and is in very aggressive chemo-therapy. She is on the list for a liver transplant.
|Saturday, February 17th, 2007|
Just thought I would post a self-portrait:
I just couldn't resist: Tired,old, so old my hair is white. Getting a belly, etc. ^__^ Current Mood: tired
Well, you don't see what I see in the mirror each morning!
|Tuesday, February 13th, 2007|
I like people, I really do, but I don’t want them all over me all the time. Sometimes I really need solitude. I need to reflect on myself.
When I am in a crowd, I put a mental fence around my physic as a sort of protection. I enjoy the hustle and bustle of a crowd for a time, but I also enjoy the peace and quiet of solitude.
I like me!
I enjoy being with myself; I am good company when I focus my attention on my inner self, because I like what I find there. I don’t think that I am narcissistic or an egotist. I am just an average guy, of average intelligence, below average looks and most other traits are average or below.
And I am comfortable knowing that about myself. But this was not always so.
I started this journey in life as an insecure child. I tried to please everyone, so they would like me. I so feared rejection that I could break out in a cold sweat; approaching near panic at the thought someone disliked me.
I envied the self-assurance I observed in many of my peers. I tried to emulate this when I could. My nature made me want to succeed at whatever I tried. I sought that self-assurance I observed in others, and in my pre-teen years, discovered there were things that I could do as well or better than my peers.
I had parents that were readers and encouraged me to read. I can remember getting my very own library card when I was just five years old. The librarian must have been tolerant of this request I made in the presence of my parents, realizing that this would encourage me to read.
And it did.
I became a voracious reader. Through the next few years, I consumed books of every type, on every subject imaginable. Parental guidance kept me away from useless froth and from subjects not suitable for my tender years. I read fairy tales, adventure stories, historical novels, stories of developing science and science fiction. My taste in reading tended to be just a little advanced of my actual age.
This caused me to develop a fairly full vocabulary for one of my age, and this gave me an advantage over many of my peers. This also helped in my school studies, getting me ‘A’s in literature, though I tended to be just average as a student.
My habit of reading caused me to become more observant of my peers. I realized that most of them had many of the same problems and fears that I had. I also saw that many had certain traits or abilities that they capitalized on, putting their best foot forward.
The star halfback on the school football team had athletic abilities that I had not, but many a time, I wrote book reports for these students that helped them maintain their eligibility to play sports.
I had also received a love of music from my parents, and benefited from having an above average voice. I enjoyed being in the school glee clubs and chorus, and performing in school and community musicals. Of course, the church choir found me a willing participant, as did the high school band.
I still had this need for acceptance from the world at large, and found that music was one of my best conduits to achieve this. I loved to perform, whether in a group or solo. My voice was good enough that I was asked to perform. And performing put me on stage, in the spotlight, allowing my talent to shine. I had all the problems of stage fright, shaking like a leaf before a performance, but the applause was a balm that soothed my fears and gave me the courage to get on stage and do it again.
I realized in my teens, that I should concentrate on my talents and abilities, putting my best in the spotlight and allowing my lesser capabilities to remain backstage. I became a more rounded individual, more confident in myself. I captained a debating team that consistently won and gained me comfort in public speaking. Many of my peers would come to me for advice, as I appeared to be more mature than others.
I had my share of close male friends and girlfriends during this time of growth, more comfortable with the guys than with the girls. I joined the high school cotillion club and became fairly skilled at ballroom dancing. Enough so to have some of the more attractive and popular girls in school asked me to be their dance partner for the annual competitions, and we won or came in second the three years I participated. At other school dances, girls would ask me to dance with them, just wanting a partner who knew how to dance well. Of course I enjoyed this attention and gained comfort in my peer group.
The confidence from this spilled over into other areas of my life. I discovered truth. If I were confronted in an area where I lacked skill or knowledge, I simply observed that someone else had talents that I did not. This did not diminish the skills that I had; it was just an acceptance of truth. And I could gain knowledge from others in areas where their abilities exceeded mine.
The acceptance of this truth allowed me to become both a student and a teacher. I learned from others in areas where I lacked and taught in areas where I was skilled. This has allowed me continued growth, including growth in self-confidence and comfort with myself.
I can do almost anything that I decide I really want to do. I can gain the skills or abilities I need. I can seek knowledge. I can fail and have the ability to try again and again until I master my self-appointed task, or accept that this I cannot do, that this is one of my limitations.
So I am comfortable with my abilities and my limitations. I am comfortable with what I have done with this journey in life. I can reminisce peacefully because I have few bad memories and many happy ones. And I can look to each new day as another chapter in this journey, confident that I have the moral character to not create bad experiences or memories for myself or for others.
So I enjoy solitude. Because I like me. Current Mood: relaxed
Another old friend passed away last week. She was 79 and had a pretty good, full life. Current Mood: satisfied
Conversing with my brother recently and during our conversation realized that more than half of our friends from high school days are gone.
We've been attending funerals too frequently these past few years.
But I am thankful that I am attending theirs rather than they attending mine.
I had mentioned in a previous entry that my first born daughter had been encouraging me to write a memoir, and I have started, trying to maintain some sort of chronological order to it.
She loves it when my brother or I reiterate tales of bygone experiences, and feel that children and grandchildren would enjoy being able to read such crusty, dusty tales. Maybe a few of them will. I certainly have time to do some scribbling, and, in reflection, do feel that I have had a very full and a very goooood life.
I am not going to burden you with a biographical epic here, although I may include excerpts from time to time. I can say that I have achieved more than I had ever expected both financially and in personal goals. A lot of hard work and more than my share of good luck to reach this plateau, and be able to gaze back through time and experience.
I have had several 'careers' and have a true sense of accomplishment as I reflect on the winding path of my life. There is little that I would want to change even if I could. I am a man comfortable in my own skin. I feel that I have lived up to the image I have of myself. I have never deliberately harmed another human (or animal, for that matter).
So this ol' coot feels pretty good.
And sleepy, - - - - G'nite
|Friday, January 26th, 2007|
|Well, It's about time, Grandpa!
I am becoming a lazy old coot. Not that my time is wasted, I just tend to wallow in my most enjoyable pastimes and have ignored the multitudes of LJ'rs waiting breathlessly for an update. ^_^
Recently, someone surfing thru lj had noticed my update containing my 'Le Troubador' photo with text referencing my first Navy ship, The USS Greenwich Bay, AVP-41. This fellow, being a past crewmember of said ship, provided me with contacts to others. Now I am in touch with many shipmates who, through the years, had served on this proud little lady. A recent 12th re-union of crew members was held in Nashville. Another is being planned for 2007. Now that I am aware, I shall plan to attend.
This spurred me to dig into a surviving box of memoirs where I found a B&W photo of the trio I had organized while aboard. I am having a grand old time, swapping sea stories and lies with old shipmates and reminiscing on the follies of my youth.
I'm on the right. We had a lot of fun for a short while.
I have attended a few chores around the homestead. I deadheaded all the frostbite damaged folage in front of the house and did just a general cleanup.
My next project is to clean out the weeds and garbage that has accumulated in my planter boxes. The only useful plants growing are onions in one of the boxes.
The last stragglers of Christmas decorations have now been packed away for another year.
I have dramatically improved my storage/use of the garage. The garage is an on-going project that may take another lifetime. Lord, recycle me so I can recycle my garage! Current Mood: cheerful
|Saturday, January 6th, 2007|
|And now that I have a captive audience!
This cold that I picked up has turned into bronchitis so I went to my primary MD and he has put me on antibiotics and a few other things, including the worst tasting cough medicine ever concocted.
On the same visit, I went to the Vampire clinic to donate a vial for testing per my Cardiologists orders.
When Dorothy and I got back from shopping, there was a phone message that he wants to see me to discuss the results. I don't like the sound of that. Other than the lethargy inherent to a cold/virus infection I feel pretty normal.
I have had 3 episodes of vertigo over the past 2 months that I forgot to tell my MD. That is unsettling. Each episode occurred just after a short auto trip when I am walking away from the car, or just after entering the store. I lose my equilibrium and feel I am going to fall to my right. I literally have to grab hold of something to steady myself. I am reminded of the old amusement park attraction where you try walking through a revolving tunnel.
I have picked up a 'ringing' in the ears too. Although, to me, it sounds like compressed air escaping from a container. More a hiss than a ring. That could be part of this infection, as it started about the time the cold started. I did mention that to my MD and he dismissed it 'for now'. I believe he thinks as I do, that it is probably an effect associated with the infection.
Our poor little Dachshund Java has crippled front legs and is becoming less and less inclined to walk. We have him on meds, and when they kick in, he wants to be a puppy sooo baad. He lopes and stumbles, but loves to chase and play. The vet says it is a genetic defect of poor breeding and surgery will not help. I have located a site in Oregon that designs and constructs carts for front leg or back leg problems, so when he can no longer motivate with just the medications, we will see about getting him fitted.
Well, I had intended to put this behind a cut due to length, but It appears LJ staff has made some changes in their FAQ and I can't find the reference I used to do the cut. I'll have to do some reading before posting again.
|Monday, January 1st, 2007|
Well, It's a new year, and I'm dragging myself slowly into it.
We have had kids and grand kids visiting, and saw the last on their way home Friday night. I went to bed not feeling too chipper, and awoke Saturday with a full blown head and chest cold.
Ah Misery, I thought I said goodbye Friday night, but here you are, stirring my coffee on Monday morning. Well, at least I wasn't sick while our guests were here.
All week we had kids stopping in with grand kids and we would do presents and catch up on gossip with them, Then, a day later another group. The holiday season is over for us, and, tho' it was enjoyable, I am glad to have the house quiet again.
I think as we have aged, we want guests in smaller and shorter doses.
This is the first time in 3 years that Dorothy has had the Christmas spirit and felt physically up to decorating the house. She did a first class job. She received many well deserved complements.
It will take a couple of days to take it all down and pack it away again.
I fixed prime rib for supper one night and honey baked ham another. Dorothy did her famous Chili one night and her equally savory new england clam chowder another. Now the chair groans when I sit down, and I groan when I try getting up. ^_^
Today I'll watch the Rose Bowl, and tomorrow start gathering all the paperwork for our tax man.
I hope all my LJ friends had a wonderful Holiday and have a great New Year. Current Mood: blah
|Tuesday, December 5th, 2006|
We did attend the birthday party. It was held in a clubhouse within the complex where Frank and Dianna live.
We arrived at just about the start of the party. Attended by family and close friends, the party was a happy event, but not overly boisterous. No drama at the party. Adults doing a lot of sitting and talking, kids playing games. It lasted until shortly before 9 p.m. Lots of very tasty food, sodas, beer and wine.
We took a lot of the Christmas presents down for family and friends in that area, so we are a bit ahead in that regard. We have been encouraging the kids to celebrate within their own homes, and not journey to Grandma's, as she does not need the stress of 30+ relatives visiting in one day, and having to prepare a feast.
Dorothy and I decided to drive back that night. My back has been troubling me lately, so I preferred to sleep in my own bed. We had a pleasant drive back, with very little traffic, arriving around 1:30 a.m.
Monday was just a quiet day at home. I spent most of the day weeding the garden and practicing on my guitar.
Dorothy had a tooth extraction today. All went well.
|Saturday, December 2nd, 2006|
Now you've got me on a roll. I can be a pest, you know!
Lisa, The lyrics are behind the cut. I have toyed with this ditty for years. I am fairly happy with the lyrics, but every attempt to put it to a melody falls short.( LyricsCollapse )
Back to current events:
Dorothy and I went to see our Cardiologist today. He is reasonably happy with the results of his exam. Our appointment was at 10:30 this morning.
When we first entered the waiting room, which is shared by 6 heart doctors, an older fellow sitting across from me spoke to a receptionist for one of the other doctors.
"Joanna, how long before my 9:30 appointment comes up?"
"I'll find out what's happening", she said.
"Don't make him mad, (sotto voice)He might pull the plug." said the first patient.
The same receptionist asked another patient for his birth date.
"June 13th, 1946" he said.
"You're just a youngster" said the first patient. "I've got socks older than you"
Dorothy and I were not the only ones struggling to keep it in. He was ushered in to see his doctor shortly after that.
Traveling down to San Jose for a 50th birthday party for one of the extended family members this weekend.
I'll check back in on Monday.
|Thursday, November 30th, 2006|
Well, I have certainly been remiss. It is far too long since my last update.
My daughter Dani came for a 3 week visit in October-November. We had a wonderful time. Her visit was long enough that we were able to take day trips to areas of interest in Northern California. We did tasting at a small winery. We visited Old Sacramento for a day, and drove thru some of the small towns steeped in gold rush history.
Dorothy and I visited her and her husband 3 years ago during a whirlwind visit to east coast relatives.
We spent long evenings just talking, catching up on so many things. Our conversations would range from local news to world news/politics and a lot about family.
She is now a grandmother, and reveling in it! She has two grown sons, one of which now has a son. That is the third great grandchild for Dorothy and I.
My daughter and I share a passion for music and would talk in the den as we listened to music on the computer, or I would play guitar. She was fascinated with my Tabledit computer program, being able to see the fret/keyboard/finger action while listening to the song played back from MIDI file.( DaniCollapse )