I went to Davis to walk with my friend Jeannette on Saturday. A cool morning and much nicer than walking on a treadmill. It helps that we walk to Peets coffee and have a Latte before going back. We stopped at a garage sale and I bought a new espresso machine for $10. It had never been out of the box. (Mine is wearing out.) So it wasn't adding to my stuff. Also went to the consignment shop and used my credit to buy two skirts for $8 or free. I saw a wall clock for my kitchen but didn't buy it. I think I'll go back next week and get it if it is still there.
I worked on the T-shirt quilt and finished piecing all of the shirts together. I'm letting it rest a while before I put it together and tie it. I can put my sewing machine away as soon as I hem a pair of pants I bought a couple of weeks ago. Autumn is coming and it's time to have new 'school' clothes. (Or different clothes)
Today we saw a play at our favorite B Street theater. The book of Elizabeth, by David and Amy Sedaris. I enjoyed it a lot.
Oh and I went dancing on Friday night.
So the week end is over. Time to listen to Extreme Makeover Home Edition (since Cold Case is a rerun) while I finish making my lesson plans and clean up the kitchen.
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Thursday, August 23, 2007
School starting
The first days of school always like a new year to me. It doesn't matter if it is mid August (although it used to bother me because it wasn't September) the start of something new. The problem is August doesn't smell like September. Janell and Emily's adventure into book buying made me want to sign up for a class. HOWEVER the cost of books has gone so high I probably can't afford the class fees or the books.
Wow, you have had some weather. We are back into the triple digits here in the Sacramento valley. Of course it's State Fair time too and it has to be 100+ for that every year.
The Monarchs have their first playoff game tonight against San Antonio Stars. Go Monarchs!!!
Wow, you have had some weather. We are back into the triple digits here in the Sacramento valley. Of course it's State Fair time too and it has to be 100+ for that every year.
The Monarchs have their first playoff game tonight against San Antonio Stars. Go Monarchs!!!
Monday, August 20, 2007
Difficult questions
Difficult but thought prevoking.
6. The best and worst about being a woman?
The best: Growing a new life. I wish I had been as aware of what was going on as women are today. Of course that means knowing all the dangers as well as the joys. Being a mother, regardless of all the work. Then the reward of becoming a grandmother. Not so much work. Dressing up in a dress or skirt or even pants. Men don't get to wear nice dresses, usually.
The worst: Inequality in pay and choices of vocation or career. This is better for women today. There is also the bad old double standard. I had a list once of how different actions are positive for men and negative for women. A single man is eligible and a single woman is desperate. With gray hair-- He looks distinguished and she looks old. Speaking of old; that's when women become invisible.
That's enough of that quiz.
Janell, I know as a young girl playing with dolls; I seldom thought of them having a dad. Delaine tormented me with the phrase, "You'll never get a husband if... And I didn't really care. I remember standing in the hallway of the place we lived in Hawaii and having two thoughts: Tony is an alcoholic. If this marriage ends, I will not marry again. It wasn't that I would be single; it was that I was not going to be married.
6. The best and worst about being a woman?
The best: Growing a new life. I wish I had been as aware of what was going on as women are today. Of course that means knowing all the dangers as well as the joys. Being a mother, regardless of all the work. Then the reward of becoming a grandmother. Not so much work. Dressing up in a dress or skirt or even pants. Men don't get to wear nice dresses, usually.
The worst: Inequality in pay and choices of vocation or career. This is better for women today. There is also the bad old double standard. I had a list once of how different actions are positive for men and negative for women. A single man is eligible and a single woman is desperate. With gray hair-- He looks distinguished and she looks old. Speaking of old; that's when women become invisible.
That's enough of that quiz.
Janell, I know as a young girl playing with dolls; I seldom thought of them having a dad. Delaine tormented me with the phrase, "You'll never get a husband if... And I didn't really care. I remember standing in the hallway of the place we lived in Hawaii and having two thoughts: Tony is an alcoholic. If this marriage ends, I will not marry again. It wasn't that I would be single; it was that I was not going to be married.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
The questions
O.K. After writing about four pages in my journal about the first two I have something to write, I think. This has been hard.
A day or two after this list appeared; my horoscope said, "Write in your diary." So I wrote five pages about numbers 1 and 2.
Ho you probably don't want to read the whole reflections.
I start with 2.
2) Advice: I had to mull over the things the rest of you wrote. Here's what I wish someone had said to me: You don't have to get married. A woman can be single. I don't remember a time in my youth that it was not expected that I would get married. If I didn't I would be the dreaded "Old Maid" forever.
1) At eighteen I was married and would soon have the two kids I was suppose to have. I expected to live in different parts of the world with my Air Force husband or become the brave war widow like June Allison did in a movie I remember. Oh, yeah there was to be the split level home with perfect landscaping. Oh yes, staying at home with my perfect kids and a husband coming home for dinner at five or six.
Reality: I married twice and have been a widow for close thirty years. While I was trying to figure out how to rear perfect kids, keep them fed and clothed and sheltered, they grew up to be the independent individuals they are today. I'm afraid they aren't perfect. Of course neither am I. I live alone in a two bedroom,1 and a 1/2 baths on the second floor, in a 55+ apartment complex. There's a lot more to this story but you will have to buy the book when it comes out.
3) Best money: Education and travel or travel and education.
4) Not investing in AT&T in 1958. Not knowing how to manage money. Complete waste of money: All of the STUFF I have accumulated and moved and stored and then finally this summer had to dispose of one way or another. I did look at many things and think, "What a waste of money, time, and energy that went into this."
5) I have to pass on this one. See 2 and 1.
6) I'll get back to you on this one.
7) If there is a dream I will never fulfill, I have probably let it go without regret. I have new dreams all the time. I read a quote once something like this, "Reach for the stars and you'll always have a dream."
See the Gatewood blog for something else I have been thinking about the last two weeks.
A day or two after this list appeared; my horoscope said, "Write in your diary." So I wrote five pages about numbers 1 and 2.
Ho you probably don't want to read the whole reflections.
I start with 2.
2) Advice: I had to mull over the things the rest of you wrote. Here's what I wish someone had said to me: You don't have to get married. A woman can be single. I don't remember a time in my youth that it was not expected that I would get married. If I didn't I would be the dreaded "Old Maid" forever.
1) At eighteen I was married and would soon have the two kids I was suppose to have. I expected to live in different parts of the world with my Air Force husband or become the brave war widow like June Allison did in a movie I remember. Oh, yeah there was to be the split level home with perfect landscaping. Oh yes, staying at home with my perfect kids and a husband coming home for dinner at five or six.
Reality: I married twice and have been a widow for close thirty years. While I was trying to figure out how to rear perfect kids, keep them fed and clothed and sheltered, they grew up to be the independent individuals they are today. I'm afraid they aren't perfect. Of course neither am I. I live alone in a two bedroom,1 and a 1/2 baths on the second floor, in a 55+ apartment complex. There's a lot more to this story but you will have to buy the book when it comes out.
3) Best money: Education and travel or travel and education.
4) Not investing in AT&T in 1958. Not knowing how to manage money. Complete waste of money: All of the STUFF I have accumulated and moved and stored and then finally this summer had to dispose of one way or another. I did look at many things and think, "What a waste of money, time, and energy that went into this."
5) I have to pass on this one. See 2 and 1.
6) I'll get back to you on this one.
7) If there is a dream I will never fulfill, I have probably let it go without regret. I have new dreams all the time. I read a quote once something like this, "Reach for the stars and you'll always have a dream."
See the Gatewood blog for something else I have been thinking about the last two weeks.
Saturday, August 4, 2007
Saturday
The Monarchs "Settled Seattle" (quote from a sign in the arena) last night. I forget the score but we had more.
I hauled away a car load of stuff today after Paulette took what she wanted last night. I'm feeling lighter already.
I'm about finished with the laundry. It is folded on my bed so can't go to bed until I put it away.
I ordered a lamp shade on line, sure hope it works. It was cheap enough.
I hauled away a car load of stuff today after Paulette took what she wanted last night. I'm feeling lighter already.
I'm about finished with the laundry. It is folded on my bed so can't go to bed until I put it away.
I ordered a lamp shade on line, sure hope it works. It was cheap enough.
Friday, August 3, 2007
Friday Morning
Friday morning walk. I have regained my morning walk habit and it is cool enough to walk if I start before 7AM. The sun was a bit hazy thismorning, the water in the canal very still. At the small pond the jack rabbits were darting around in the dry grass. One of them stopped and imitated a stump for a while and then seemed to know it hadn't fooled me so bounded away. A duck on the pond quacked once and unseen birds chirped in the vegetation around the pond. Close to my apartment I spotted a hummingbird sitting on one of the evergreen trees. It tasted a needle or two and flew away on invisible wings.
Stuff update. This week I emptied two large plastic boxes that had been my "garage" since I moved here in December. These are now ready to be removed from my balcony. The stuff? Well some is sitting in the trunk of my car to be donated, some in a box for Paulette to look at, some went directly to the trash and the rest is taunting me with "You can't throw me away, can you?"
My response it, "I can unless I find a use or a place for you."
The weekend: Monarchs play the Storm from Seattle tonight, Saturday and Sunday are open for the moment.
Stuff update. This week I emptied two large plastic boxes that had been my "garage" since I moved here in December. These are now ready to be removed from my balcony. The stuff? Well some is sitting in the trunk of my car to be donated, some in a box for Paulette to look at, some went directly to the trash and the rest is taunting me with "You can't throw me away, can you?"
My response it, "I can unless I find a use or a place for you."
The weekend: Monarchs play the Storm from Seattle tonight, Saturday and Sunday are open for the moment.
Monday, July 30, 2007
Monday
I tidied up my blog on the website and you can now comment, even if there's not much to comment about.
Who remembers the clock that hung in our kitchen, forever? The one that didn't restart so we always knew when the lights went out.
Who remembers the mirror that hung beside the front door of Grandma Anderson's house?
And finally who remembers the photo of our cousin Bjorn, on a beach in Sweden?
Who remembers the clock that hung in our kitchen, forever? The one that didn't restart so we always knew when the lights went out.
Who remembers the mirror that hung beside the front door of Grandma Anderson's house?
And finally who remembers the photo of our cousin Bjorn, on a beach in Sweden?
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