Wednesday, September 23, 2009
ANOTHER SPENCER-ISM
I had to share the latest Spencer-ism with you. That kid just absolutely cracks me up. Today I was staying with Spencer while Eric was at school. We were talking and he was asking questions. All at once he became very serious and said: "Grandma, when I'm as old as you I'll be a hundred billion." Don't you love it?
Sunday, September 20, 2009
LIVING AND LEARNING WITH NEW ADVENTURES
My life is just one adventure after another. Everything turned/is turning out well. I am happy, healthy and after a couple of good night's sleep I am able to perform the tasks that need to be done. But, I'm getting ahead of myself so let me start at the beginning.
It all began a couple of weeks ago. Patti called me and, with Danielle's game schedule in front of her, she relayed the information that Danielle would be playing a home game (soccer) against a BIG rival (the other High School in Cedar) on Thursday, September 17th, and the new Shakespeare Festival season would be beginning on Friday, September 18th, and would I like (be able) to come over for the game and the play. Everything fit into my schedule and I gave her a big YES!
Inasmuch as the amount of knowledge I have regarding the inner workings of an automobile would fit on the head of a very small pin, I decided I'd take my van over to the local shop and have them check the tire pressure; determine whether my tires were safe to travel to Cedar and back; change the oil and filter, etc. The people at that shop have taken very good care of me since my arrival in Loa. When I call them for anything, they always offer to come pick up my vehicle, take care of "whatever" and bring the vehicle back when the work is done. Believe me, that kindness/courtesy has been much appreciated. They recognize my voice on the phone---they just take care of me. They picked up my van Wednesday morning, took care of it and brought it back to me Wednesday afternoon.
I packed my suitcase Wednesday evening so I'd be ready to leave at a decent time Thursday morning. I had hoped to leave about 10:00 a.m. but a couple of things came up and I didn't get away until almost 11:30. Initially, I had planned to wash my van in Richfield so it would be pretty, but inasmuch as I was so late and I couldn't remember how many miles I had to drive or how long it would take me, I decided not to wash the van and wait to wash it in Cedar. I certainly didn't want to be late for Danielle's game. I did, however, fill the gas tank in Richfield and immediately drove to the freeway (I-70) and I was on my way. The speed limit on I-70 is 75. I don't do 75 but I did set my cruise between 65 and 70. I-70, between Richfield and I-15,
is a beautiful drive and I was thoroughly enjoying the scenery. I saw a sign that said: I-15 5 mi. I was satisfied at what good time I was making. A couple of miles later as I was nearing what I thought was the last hill before I-15, I passed a truck with its blinkers on. After I passed the truck I checked my rear-view mirror before I moved back into the outside lane. I thought I saw smoke. It alarmed me just a little but then I thought, "I've just passed a truck. That's probably where the smoke is coming from." (Can you imagine that, in my mind, I ended two sentences with prepositions?) I breezed over the top of the hill and as I checked my rear-view mirror I thought I could still see smoke. At first I thought it was my imagination. My next thought was, "There is probably another truck in front of me." Then I looked at my dash! The red light that indicates the little oil can with a drop of oil was glowing. I do know enough about cars to realize that I really didn't want to see that red light on the dash. I touched my brakes to turn off the cruise and began to slow down. I was on the downhill side of the hill leading to I-15.
I decided to let the van coast out of the canyon if it would because I was afraid I wouldn't have cell service in the canyon and I knew I needed help. There were a couple of bridges that, of course, didn't have a wide enough place for me to stop and then I saw the off-ramp that turns north on I-15 toward Salt Lake City. I coasted past that off-ramp and pulled into the emergency lane. As I came to a full stop I realized the motor was not running so I turned off the key. Almost as soon as I turned off the key I realized I was not as far over on the emergency lane as I had, at first, thought. I turned on the key to move about 10 feet further where there was more room in the lane but the vehicle was dead where it stood. To say the least, I was a tad worried. I have to tell you that in the next two hours (or however long it actually was) every vehicle (and the traffic was quite heavy) coming down that highway moved over into the far lane and did not even come at all close to me. I got out of the van and raised the hood in case a Highway Patrol Trooper happened by so he/she could see I needed help.
The first thing I did was try to call AAA for a tow. Alas, I guess I've only had my cell phone three or four months. Juli got it for me and she and Kadi programmed it with the numbers I thought I'd call. Guess what? I didn't know how to put a new number into it and I couldn't figure it out. I suspect my brain was not working to full capacity at that moment so I called Patti. Her number was in the phone. Patti dropped everything, got on another phone (keeping me on line for information) and called AAA. They told her they would send a tow truck and tow me to Fillmore. I didn't want to go north to Fillmore because, duh, I was headed south to Cedar. We were told only the first five miles were free and unless I went to an AAA approved shop it would cost $4.00 per mile. The shop they were pushing at that time was in Fillmore. We were told it was the only shop in the area that was AAA approved. Patti and I discussed the situation and tossed around two or three options. Patti called Dave for some input. AAA called me and told me a tow truck was on the way and it was coming out of Beaver Valley towing and it would be there shortly. A few minutes later the tow truck driver called me and said he was 30 to 35 minutes away. I called Patti back. She had talked to Dave. He had learned that the Dodge dealership in Richfield is the only Dodge dealership in southern Utah. By then, inasmuch as I would not be able to get to Danielle's game on time (and seeing Danielle play her game was the big draw in going to Cedar---everything else was a bonus) we all decided that I should go to the Dodge dealership in Richfield.
AAA had told me they had called the Highway Patrol to alert them. Highway Patrol Dispatch called to tell me they had a trooper in the area and he would come and stay with me until the tow truck arrived. (I don't know whether Patti had told them I'm old.) I waited for quite a while and finally a trooper stopped at the side of my van and asked if I was okay and did I have any water? I said, "Yes, I'm okay and yes, I do have water." He said, "Okay, I'll be back to check on you a couple of times until the tow truck gets here." So much for staying with me until help arrived! I never saw the Trooper again.
I called Juli to tell her what was going on and she said, "I'll come pick you up in Richfield." We decided I'd call her when the tow truck arrived and we'd probably get to Richfield about the same time but after the tow truck arrived I thought I should get to Richfield and then call her to come because I needed to see how serious the damage was and I didn't want her to have to wait a long time.
The thing that is so incredible to me is this: Both Patti and Juli were willing to drop whatever they were doing and do whatever was needed to rescue me. It brings tears to my eyes every time I think of it and I think of it many times each day. I am so blessed to have a loving family on whom I can rely.
It was hot sitting in the sun, however I was happy it was cooler than it had been a few days earlier. I had my windows open and, of course, the flies swarmed in. The flies were quite annoying.
Before the tow truck arrived I glanced through the front window and could see a car stopped in front of me. Two old guys were getting out. I must admit I was just a little nervous. Now is the time to tell you why I was not a whole lot nervous. When I travel alone I carry a gun---and I know how to use it. One guy stopped to take a look at the car, the other came to the window and said, "My name is Richard Beaumont. We are from LaVerkin. Are you okay? Can we help? Do you know what is wrong?" I told him about the little oil can light on the dash; about having the oil changed yesterday; about the tow truck that would be here in about 10 minutes. By then, I could tell they were completely harmless and really did stop to try to help. One of them kneeled down and got under the van to take a look. Frankly, he was old enough that I wondered whether he'd be able to get back up on his feet after crawling part-way under the van. I marveled that he was able to get back on his feet. I don't think I could have gotten down in the first place and I know for sure I couldn't have gotten back up without help. He told me there was a big puddle of oil under my van and that there didn't seem to be a plug in the pan. Guess that's why my van stopped. Cars don't seem to work right if they don't have oil! The three of us visited a few minutes. They asked where I'm from and when I said, "Loa," they got really excited. They told me they come up to Boulder Mountain several times each summer for camping and fishing because it is so much cooler on Boulder Mountain than in LaVerkin. I enjoyed their company until the tow truck arrived.
The two old guys told the driver what they had seen under the van. The driver, who is a certified mechanic, took a look and verified what they said. The two guys told me good-bye and good-luck, then got into their vehicle and drove on. They had to move, of course, in order for the tow truck to pull in front of me. After he pulled in front of me he asked me to come and he'd help me into the tow truck and then he'd load up the van. I guess this is the appropriate time to tell you that the minute I looked at him, I knew I was in love again! He was extremely good looking with a marvelous smile. I learned later that he also has a great sense of humor. He and I talked and laughed all the way to Richfield. I hope he remembers me as fondly as I remember him.
I took my purse, water and cane to the truck and then was faced with the daunting task of actually getting into the truck. Holy cow! Those trucks are high; the steps are high and far apart and I'm not much of a climber anymore. There's always a bright side to these things. He had to help me a lot! What fun! Yeh, I was finally up in the truck. He pulled my van up onto the back of the truck and we were off to Richfield.
After we pulled up to the Dodge dealership a man came out to see what was up. Rick, my driver, told him and also told him I'd had the oil changed the day before. The Dodge guy said, "That's who you need to talk to, first." I didn't remember the number so Mr. Dodge guy went in to a phone book, got the number and brought it out to the tow truck. Rick called the shop here in Loa. Gary answered the phone. He is the man I usually deal with at the Loa shop so I know him best and I was glad he answered the phone. Rick told him he had me and my van at the Dodge dealership in Richfield and told Gary what he had seen under the van. Gary said, "Take her to Wal-Mart. Leave the van in the parking lot. If she has any shopping to do she can do that while I drive down to get her." The first thing I did was call Juli to tell her not to come to get me because I'd be coming with Gary in his tow truck. Rick and I drove to Wal-Mart. He unloaded the van. I paid him for the tow; he helped me down out of the truck---no small task (no pun intended). Personally, I don't think it was as good for him as it was for me. Then we said good-bye.
I had a short list at Wal-Mart but I had to wait for an electric cart. By then, even with a short list, I was too tired to try to walk through the store. After about 20 minutes a cart became available so I did my shopping. Just as I picked up the last item I looked up and saw Gary coming down the aisle. I waved and said, "Gee, I'm sorry we have to meet like this." He smiled and said, "I think I'm a lot sorrier than you are." I felt very badly for him because I consider him to be my friend and he has always taken such good care of me. I gave him the key to my van. He went out and loaded up my van while I checked out. Of course, I had the daunting task of trying to climb up in another high truck and I have to tell you---the steps were even further apart on the Loa truck than they were on the Beaver truck. Gary had to do some boosting to get me in. I'm sure I enjoyed it more than he did. We talked and told stories the whole way home and it was very enjoyable for me. We know each other better now. I like him a lot. He drove me home, got me down out of the truck and into the house. Then he went out and got my suitcase and everything out of the van and brought it into the house. Again, he apologized for what had happened. He said his 18-year old son changed the oil and afterward, the son told his dad that he checked everything twice because he knew I'd be driving alone and he didn't want anything to go wrong.
As for me, I was well taken care of. I wish everything had been good because I know this is causing my friends grief and they thought they had taken every precaution to be sure I was safe. I don't know exactly what happened. Perhaps we'll never know. Sometimes things just happen! I love my friends at the shop and they are doing everything possible to get my van fixed.
Friday afternoon Gary came over to tell me what's up. They will be putting a new motor in my van. It will probably take 10 to 12 days to get the motor to Loa and installed. In the meantime, they have loaned me a Blazer to drive until mine is fixed. It is costing them a lot of money but they are determined to do things right. I have the utmost respect and love for them.
I probably should tell you of one of the decisions I made before I left Loa on Thursday morning because it turned out to be of great importance. Every day I take three or four vitamin supplements and a couple of prescription pills. One of the pills is for allergies and the other is to prevent water retention. I decided not to take the water pill inasmuch as I'd be on the road and I didn't want to have to stop every hour to pee. I went to the bathroom the last thing before I walked out the door---probably about 11:20 a.m. I loaded my stuff, drove to Richfield, filled with gas and thought about going to the restroom but it was not urgent. I figured before I was in trouble I'd be on I-15 and there would be several convenience store/fuel stops where I could find a restroom. As it turned out, I didn't get to a restroom until about 5:00 p.m. at Wal-Mart. If I'd taken my water pill, I'd have had to go at Richfield and then while waiting for the tow truck, I'd have had to get out of the car and "bare" everything at least two times right there at the side of the van with the whole world looking on. Not taking my water pill last Thursday was one of the better decisions I've made in my lifetime.
The end of my most recent adventure is coming to a close. It certainly was not all bad. I had the privilege of riding/interacting with two good-looking men with whom I had a very good time. At Richfield while I was waiting at the Dodge dealership, I called Patti and told her, "I think I'm in love again." The driver was climbing into the truck at the time and heard me. When I said what I said, I wasn't paying attention and didn't realize he was close enough to hear. After I was through talking to Patti and had hung up the phone, I said to Rick, "I hope I didn't embarrass you, considering that you are young enough to be my son." Rick laughed and said, "Actually, I'm flattered." Aaaaaahhhhh! Not only is he good looking---he is also very gracious and happily married with children. AND Gary and I are still friends and I love him more now than before. He is also young enough to be my son and is happily married with children.
There are many things to be learned during any adventure. One of the most important things I have learned is to be more aware of what's going on under my van. I am going to be checking under the van each time before I drive it. If I had looked while was getting fuel in Richfield there may have been an indication of something wrong: a drop or two of fresh oil or something. I am also going to walk around my van each day before I drive it to make sure the tires are okay. No, there was no problem with the tires but that doesn't mean there never will be. I need to be aware of those things. In years past I have always relied on Jack to notice things like that. Obviously, I don't have that crutch any more. I must be more self-reliant.
This paragraph is a Post Script to the above: Out of curiosity, I went outside and looked at my driveway where my van was parked before I left. After the oil was changed my van was brought back to me and parked in my driveway. I then drove to the grocery store and back and parked it in my driveway. It was parked in two slightly different places and there are two small oil spots. There has never been an oil drip on my driveway since we moved here, until now. If I had looked under the van and seen the oil, I may have been able to avoid this whole ordeal. In my defense, I had no reason to think there would be any problem inasmuch as I'd just had the oil changed. They have changed oil for me before in other vehicles and there have been no problems. This, for some reason, was different. And now I am different.
I do love you all so very much.
It all began a couple of weeks ago. Patti called me and, with Danielle's game schedule in front of her, she relayed the information that Danielle would be playing a home game (soccer) against a BIG rival (the other High School in Cedar) on Thursday, September 17th, and the new Shakespeare Festival season would be beginning on Friday, September 18th, and would I like (be able) to come over for the game and the play. Everything fit into my schedule and I gave her a big YES!
Inasmuch as the amount of knowledge I have regarding the inner workings of an automobile would fit on the head of a very small pin, I decided I'd take my van over to the local shop and have them check the tire pressure; determine whether my tires were safe to travel to Cedar and back; change the oil and filter, etc. The people at that shop have taken very good care of me since my arrival in Loa. When I call them for anything, they always offer to come pick up my vehicle, take care of "whatever" and bring the vehicle back when the work is done. Believe me, that kindness/courtesy has been much appreciated. They recognize my voice on the phone---they just take care of me. They picked up my van Wednesday morning, took care of it and brought it back to me Wednesday afternoon.
I packed my suitcase Wednesday evening so I'd be ready to leave at a decent time Thursday morning. I had hoped to leave about 10:00 a.m. but a couple of things came up and I didn't get away until almost 11:30. Initially, I had planned to wash my van in Richfield so it would be pretty, but inasmuch as I was so late and I couldn't remember how many miles I had to drive or how long it would take me, I decided not to wash the van and wait to wash it in Cedar. I certainly didn't want to be late for Danielle's game. I did, however, fill the gas tank in Richfield and immediately drove to the freeway (I-70) and I was on my way. The speed limit on I-70 is 75. I don't do 75 but I did set my cruise between 65 and 70. I-70, between Richfield and I-15,
is a beautiful drive and I was thoroughly enjoying the scenery. I saw a sign that said: I-15 5 mi. I was satisfied at what good time I was making. A couple of miles later as I was nearing what I thought was the last hill before I-15, I passed a truck with its blinkers on. After I passed the truck I checked my rear-view mirror before I moved back into the outside lane. I thought I saw smoke. It alarmed me just a little but then I thought, "I've just passed a truck. That's probably where the smoke is coming from." (Can you imagine that, in my mind, I ended two sentences with prepositions?) I breezed over the top of the hill and as I checked my rear-view mirror I thought I could still see smoke. At first I thought it was my imagination. My next thought was, "There is probably another truck in front of me." Then I looked at my dash! The red light that indicates the little oil can with a drop of oil was glowing. I do know enough about cars to realize that I really didn't want to see that red light on the dash. I touched my brakes to turn off the cruise and began to slow down. I was on the downhill side of the hill leading to I-15.
I decided to let the van coast out of the canyon if it would because I was afraid I wouldn't have cell service in the canyon and I knew I needed help. There were a couple of bridges that, of course, didn't have a wide enough place for me to stop and then I saw the off-ramp that turns north on I-15 toward Salt Lake City. I coasted past that off-ramp and pulled into the emergency lane. As I came to a full stop I realized the motor was not running so I turned off the key. Almost as soon as I turned off the key I realized I was not as far over on the emergency lane as I had, at first, thought. I turned on the key to move about 10 feet further where there was more room in the lane but the vehicle was dead where it stood. To say the least, I was a tad worried. I have to tell you that in the next two hours (or however long it actually was) every vehicle (and the traffic was quite heavy) coming down that highway moved over into the far lane and did not even come at all close to me. I got out of the van and raised the hood in case a Highway Patrol Trooper happened by so he/she could see I needed help.
The first thing I did was try to call AAA for a tow. Alas, I guess I've only had my cell phone three or four months. Juli got it for me and she and Kadi programmed it with the numbers I thought I'd call. Guess what? I didn't know how to put a new number into it and I couldn't figure it out. I suspect my brain was not working to full capacity at that moment so I called Patti. Her number was in the phone. Patti dropped everything, got on another phone (keeping me on line for information) and called AAA. They told her they would send a tow truck and tow me to Fillmore. I didn't want to go north to Fillmore because, duh, I was headed south to Cedar. We were told only the first five miles were free and unless I went to an AAA approved shop it would cost $4.00 per mile. The shop they were pushing at that time was in Fillmore. We were told it was the only shop in the area that was AAA approved. Patti and I discussed the situation and tossed around two or three options. Patti called Dave for some input. AAA called me and told me a tow truck was on the way and it was coming out of Beaver Valley towing and it would be there shortly. A few minutes later the tow truck driver called me and said he was 30 to 35 minutes away. I called Patti back. She had talked to Dave. He had learned that the Dodge dealership in Richfield is the only Dodge dealership in southern Utah. By then, inasmuch as I would not be able to get to Danielle's game on time (and seeing Danielle play her game was the big draw in going to Cedar---everything else was a bonus) we all decided that I should go to the Dodge dealership in Richfield.
AAA had told me they had called the Highway Patrol to alert them. Highway Patrol Dispatch called to tell me they had a trooper in the area and he would come and stay with me until the tow truck arrived. (I don't know whether Patti had told them I'm old.) I waited for quite a while and finally a trooper stopped at the side of my van and asked if I was okay and did I have any water? I said, "Yes, I'm okay and yes, I do have water." He said, "Okay, I'll be back to check on you a couple of times until the tow truck gets here." So much for staying with me until help arrived! I never saw the Trooper again.
I called Juli to tell her what was going on and she said, "I'll come pick you up in Richfield." We decided I'd call her when the tow truck arrived and we'd probably get to Richfield about the same time but after the tow truck arrived I thought I should get to Richfield and then call her to come because I needed to see how serious the damage was and I didn't want her to have to wait a long time.
The thing that is so incredible to me is this: Both Patti and Juli were willing to drop whatever they were doing and do whatever was needed to rescue me. It brings tears to my eyes every time I think of it and I think of it many times each day. I am so blessed to have a loving family on whom I can rely.
It was hot sitting in the sun, however I was happy it was cooler than it had been a few days earlier. I had my windows open and, of course, the flies swarmed in. The flies were quite annoying.
Before the tow truck arrived I glanced through the front window and could see a car stopped in front of me. Two old guys were getting out. I must admit I was just a little nervous. Now is the time to tell you why I was not a whole lot nervous. When I travel alone I carry a gun---and I know how to use it. One guy stopped to take a look at the car, the other came to the window and said, "My name is Richard Beaumont. We are from LaVerkin. Are you okay? Can we help? Do you know what is wrong?" I told him about the little oil can light on the dash; about having the oil changed yesterday; about the tow truck that would be here in about 10 minutes. By then, I could tell they were completely harmless and really did stop to try to help. One of them kneeled down and got under the van to take a look. Frankly, he was old enough that I wondered whether he'd be able to get back up on his feet after crawling part-way under the van. I marveled that he was able to get back on his feet. I don't think I could have gotten down in the first place and I know for sure I couldn't have gotten back up without help. He told me there was a big puddle of oil under my van and that there didn't seem to be a plug in the pan. Guess that's why my van stopped. Cars don't seem to work right if they don't have oil! The three of us visited a few minutes. They asked where I'm from and when I said, "Loa," they got really excited. They told me they come up to Boulder Mountain several times each summer for camping and fishing because it is so much cooler on Boulder Mountain than in LaVerkin. I enjoyed their company until the tow truck arrived.
The two old guys told the driver what they had seen under the van. The driver, who is a certified mechanic, took a look and verified what they said. The two guys told me good-bye and good-luck, then got into their vehicle and drove on. They had to move, of course, in order for the tow truck to pull in front of me. After he pulled in front of me he asked me to come and he'd help me into the tow truck and then he'd load up the van. I guess this is the appropriate time to tell you that the minute I looked at him, I knew I was in love again! He was extremely good looking with a marvelous smile. I learned later that he also has a great sense of humor. He and I talked and laughed all the way to Richfield. I hope he remembers me as fondly as I remember him.
I took my purse, water and cane to the truck and then was faced with the daunting task of actually getting into the truck. Holy cow! Those trucks are high; the steps are high and far apart and I'm not much of a climber anymore. There's always a bright side to these things. He had to help me a lot! What fun! Yeh, I was finally up in the truck. He pulled my van up onto the back of the truck and we were off to Richfield.
After we pulled up to the Dodge dealership a man came out to see what was up. Rick, my driver, told him and also told him I'd had the oil changed the day before. The Dodge guy said, "That's who you need to talk to, first." I didn't remember the number so Mr. Dodge guy went in to a phone book, got the number and brought it out to the tow truck. Rick called the shop here in Loa. Gary answered the phone. He is the man I usually deal with at the Loa shop so I know him best and I was glad he answered the phone. Rick told him he had me and my van at the Dodge dealership in Richfield and told Gary what he had seen under the van. Gary said, "Take her to Wal-Mart. Leave the van in the parking lot. If she has any shopping to do she can do that while I drive down to get her." The first thing I did was call Juli to tell her not to come to get me because I'd be coming with Gary in his tow truck. Rick and I drove to Wal-Mart. He unloaded the van. I paid him for the tow; he helped me down out of the truck---no small task (no pun intended). Personally, I don't think it was as good for him as it was for me. Then we said good-bye.
I had a short list at Wal-Mart but I had to wait for an electric cart. By then, even with a short list, I was too tired to try to walk through the store. After about 20 minutes a cart became available so I did my shopping. Just as I picked up the last item I looked up and saw Gary coming down the aisle. I waved and said, "Gee, I'm sorry we have to meet like this." He smiled and said, "I think I'm a lot sorrier than you are." I felt very badly for him because I consider him to be my friend and he has always taken such good care of me. I gave him the key to my van. He went out and loaded up my van while I checked out. Of course, I had the daunting task of trying to climb up in another high truck and I have to tell you---the steps were even further apart on the Loa truck than they were on the Beaver truck. Gary had to do some boosting to get me in. I'm sure I enjoyed it more than he did. We talked and told stories the whole way home and it was very enjoyable for me. We know each other better now. I like him a lot. He drove me home, got me down out of the truck and into the house. Then he went out and got my suitcase and everything out of the van and brought it into the house. Again, he apologized for what had happened. He said his 18-year old son changed the oil and afterward, the son told his dad that he checked everything twice because he knew I'd be driving alone and he didn't want anything to go wrong.
As for me, I was well taken care of. I wish everything had been good because I know this is causing my friends grief and they thought they had taken every precaution to be sure I was safe. I don't know exactly what happened. Perhaps we'll never know. Sometimes things just happen! I love my friends at the shop and they are doing everything possible to get my van fixed.
Friday afternoon Gary came over to tell me what's up. They will be putting a new motor in my van. It will probably take 10 to 12 days to get the motor to Loa and installed. In the meantime, they have loaned me a Blazer to drive until mine is fixed. It is costing them a lot of money but they are determined to do things right. I have the utmost respect and love for them.
I probably should tell you of one of the decisions I made before I left Loa on Thursday morning because it turned out to be of great importance. Every day I take three or four vitamin supplements and a couple of prescription pills. One of the pills is for allergies and the other is to prevent water retention. I decided not to take the water pill inasmuch as I'd be on the road and I didn't want to have to stop every hour to pee. I went to the bathroom the last thing before I walked out the door---probably about 11:20 a.m. I loaded my stuff, drove to Richfield, filled with gas and thought about going to the restroom but it was not urgent. I figured before I was in trouble I'd be on I-15 and there would be several convenience store/fuel stops where I could find a restroom. As it turned out, I didn't get to a restroom until about 5:00 p.m. at Wal-Mart. If I'd taken my water pill, I'd have had to go at Richfield and then while waiting for the tow truck, I'd have had to get out of the car and "bare" everything at least two times right there at the side of the van with the whole world looking on. Not taking my water pill last Thursday was one of the better decisions I've made in my lifetime.
The end of my most recent adventure is coming to a close. It certainly was not all bad. I had the privilege of riding/interacting with two good-looking men with whom I had a very good time. At Richfield while I was waiting at the Dodge dealership, I called Patti and told her, "I think I'm in love again." The driver was climbing into the truck at the time and heard me. When I said what I said, I wasn't paying attention and didn't realize he was close enough to hear. After I was through talking to Patti and had hung up the phone, I said to Rick, "I hope I didn't embarrass you, considering that you are young enough to be my son." Rick laughed and said, "Actually, I'm flattered." Aaaaaahhhhh! Not only is he good looking---he is also very gracious and happily married with children. AND Gary and I are still friends and I love him more now than before. He is also young enough to be my son and is happily married with children.
There are many things to be learned during any adventure. One of the most important things I have learned is to be more aware of what's going on under my van. I am going to be checking under the van each time before I drive it. If I had looked while was getting fuel in Richfield there may have been an indication of something wrong: a drop or two of fresh oil or something. I am also going to walk around my van each day before I drive it to make sure the tires are okay. No, there was no problem with the tires but that doesn't mean there never will be. I need to be aware of those things. In years past I have always relied on Jack to notice things like that. Obviously, I don't have that crutch any more. I must be more self-reliant.
This paragraph is a Post Script to the above: Out of curiosity, I went outside and looked at my driveway where my van was parked before I left. After the oil was changed my van was brought back to me and parked in my driveway. I then drove to the grocery store and back and parked it in my driveway. It was parked in two slightly different places and there are two small oil spots. There has never been an oil drip on my driveway since we moved here, until now. If I had looked under the van and seen the oil, I may have been able to avoid this whole ordeal. In my defense, I had no reason to think there would be any problem inasmuch as I'd just had the oil changed. They have changed oil for me before in other vehicles and there have been no problems. This, for some reason, was different. And now I am different.
I do love you all so very much.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
MEXICAN RIVIERA ADVENTURE
Oh my! Do I have an adventure to share with all of you! I do, indeed!
Bret and Heidi invited me to go on a cruise with them. I thought about it for awhile and I had a dozen reasons why I shouldn't go. I had always wanted to go on a cruise but Jack said he didn't think it would be much fun; that the ships are too big; that there are too many people on them; that it would be too crowded, etc., so we didn't go on a cruise. I looked at my future options of going on a cruise; I decided that the older I get the less likely I'd be able to go and since, unfortunately, I'm not getting any younger I just took the plunge and said I'd go.
Friday morning, February 6th, Tal took me to Richfield to meet Bret and Heidi. They had come to Richfield the night before and stayed in a hotel so we could leave by 8:30 a.m. to drive to Long Beach, California. It had taken me two days to pack. I couldn't decide what to take to wear. Finally, I just put some clothes into my bags and decided if they weren't right it didn't matter. The chances I will see any of those people again (except Bret, Heidi and Aspen) are fairly slim. As it turned out, I guess what I took was okay. I experienced a lot of "firsts" on the trip. I had never eaten at an "In and Out Burger." Now I have. I couldn't believe how good the food was and how long the lines were. It was fun and tasty. On this trip no one yelled at me if I had to stop to go to the restroom. It was great! Friday night we stayed at a hotel in Carson (close to Long Beach) and we had all day Saturday to look around.
I believe I've told you that Jack and I lived in an apartment in Newport Beach, California, for about five weeks beforre he got his orders to go to Korea. Bret and Heidi had never seen where that apartment was and they thought it would be neat to find it if I could remember where it is. 
I thought I remembered Balboa Boulevard but I had long-since forgotten the number so we "went looking." We drove and drove (south) and I just did not see it. I began to wonder whether I would recognize it if I did see it. Finally, after I thought we must surely have passed it, I said, "I just don't know whether---Oh, there it is!" Bret turned the corner; we found a parking place and went back to take a look. Heidi took pictures and then we walked the short distance to the beach. Wow! The beach has changed. Now, there is a six-foot wide sidewalk along the edge of the beach where people can run, walk, ride bicycles, skateboard, etc. I believe the tide was out so it was about 300+ feet to the ocean. Bret, Heidi and Aspen walked to the ocean. I sat on a block wall and people-watched. There are nice restrooms strategically placed on the beach, which weren't there when we lived there. You have to remember, we lived in Newport Beach in November and December, 1951. (By the way, we lived in apartment No. 5, back in the corner on the right.) 
We did some sightseeing the rest of the day. We saw a big IKEA store. Bret asked whether I'd ever been in an IKEA. I hadn't, so we stopped and went inside. Oh, my goodness! I had heard about IKEA and I'd seen advertising but I could never have imagined what it was really like. We went through the whole store. When we got to the china section I decided I'd go home, throw out all my old tableware and start over. There are some exceptionally new and exciting things available now. However, when I returned home I thought better of it. I guess I'll use what I have. Anyway, going through the store was certainly an eye-opener and a lot of fun. I'm sure it wasn't much fun for Bret. He pushed me in a wheelchair. I'd have never made it if I had tried to walk.
We decided to eat dinner at an Outback Restaurant. I'd never eaten there before so Bret and Heidi decided I should have that pleasure. It was really hard to choose what to order but when I finally decided, that was some kind of good food!
Sunday morning we got up, had breakfast and then got ready to board the ship. We were to begin boarding at 11:00 a.m. Bret has VIP privileges so all we had to do was go to a room, show them our credentials (passport, etc.) and go aboard. The dock workers took everyone's luggage to the ship. We had tags with our assigned room numbers on the luggage and when we got to the ship our luggage was waiting outside our doors.
The ship we boarded was the "Carnival Pride." It is one of their smaller cruise ships but even so, it was enormous. With as much walking as you have to do on a cruise ship, I'm glad we didn't go on one of the biggest ships. Every time we turned around, someone was taking our picture. They put the pictures on big display boards so we could decide whether we wanted any of them. After we found our rooms we went to lunch. There were all kinds of foods we could choose at several buffet counters. It was really fun. We both had a balcony with our room and that was really nice. I don't remember what time the ship sailed but the movement of the ship was quite wonderful. I knew it would rock me to sleep at night and I liked that. That night at dinner (our assigned dinner time was 8:15 p.m. every evening and our assigned table was 142) I began my quest to try as much on the menu, that I had never tasted, as I possibly could. I wish I could remember everything on the menu because I ordered several things the first night I had never tasted. However, I don't want to bore you with every little detail so I will just hit the high points. We could order two or three appetizers; we could combine a couple of entree's and order two or three desserts if we thought we could eat that much. I knew I couldn't so I had to make decisions (the menu was different every day).
There were wonderful soups, seafood and other things for appetizers. Their entree's always listed red meat, seafood, chicken and pork plus a couple of vegetarian options. I think I'm forgetting something but it escapes me at the moment. Sometimes it was difficult to choose because everything sounded so delicious.
The first night out Creme Brulee was on the menu. I had never had an opportunity to eat Creme Brulee so I, of course, chose that for my dessert. Oh, my goodness, it was so wonderful! I knew, for sure, I had died and gone to heaven. If we eat in Heaven, Creme Brulee will be there! It was so delicious I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the taste and feel of it in my mouth. My cute waiter saw me salivating over my dessert. He leaned down by my ear and said, "I have another one. I will bring it to you." At that point I was absolutely certain I was in heaven. I ordered Tilapia for my entree. Jack had always said Tilapia is a "soft" fish and "no good." Frankly, I doubt he had ever tasted it but inasmuch as he was an "authority" on everything, he had to make a negative comment to dissuade me from ordering any. I can't imagine why it mattered to him what I ate. Frankly, I can't imagine why I caved in and listened to him and I can't imagine why I didn't just order what I wanted. As it turned out, I loved the Tilapia. Mercy me! He has missed out on a lot of really good food because he was afraid to try new foods.
Monday, February 9th the moon was full. Obviously, Sunday, February 8th it was almost full. My room was on the side of the ship where I could watch the moon rise. What a gorgeous sight! That was incredible! My first cruise and I get a full moon! Monday and Tuesday we were "at sea" so we just did fun things on the ship. They have activities for the kids, as well, and Aspen had lots of fun doing kids things. Of course, every day, mealtimes were a new adventure. I did sample a lot of dishes I had never tasted before. It was a delightful experience.
Each night when we returned to our rooms, there was a darling little "animal" on our beds. They were made with a couple of white towels with some little sticky dots for eyes and nose. We had dogs
, seals, rabbits, fish, elephants---I wish I could remember all of them. Five of the seven nights we were aboard the ship I had two "animals" on my bed. They were so cute I wanted to bring all of them home 
with me. However, I didn't want to be charged for the towels. They would have charged me $22.00 for each towel---a little pricey for a souvenir that may have fallen apart if I was unable to pack it properly. I didn't bring any home but Heidi took pictures of some of them so I can enjoy looking at them whenever I feel the urge.
Wednesday we docked at Puerto Vallarta. Thursday we headed north and docked at Mazatlan and Friday we were at Cabo San Lucas. At each Port, Bret hired a van with a driver to take us on a tour of the area. I couldn't believe how different each City was. In my mind, I had pictured all three Port Cities as being similar. How wrong I was! The drivers told us a lot of information and history about each City and, of course, we were offered the opportunity to stop and shop. We didn't do much shopping but we did a lot of browsing. It was interesting and fun. In Puerto Vallarta we visited an ancient Cathedral. It was lovely. We also saw where the movie "Night of the Iguana" was made and many other delightful sights and sounds.
The trees, flowers, birds and butterflies were incredibly beautiful---even magnificent. There was only one thing that disturbed me. It has always been my experience when I see an eight-sided sign at a road crossing, I know I should stop, look both ways and proceed with caution. Apparently it is an option in Mexico. Those van drivers didn't even notice the stop signs. They just plowed forward. Fortunately, we didn't have an accident in any of the three cities. We counted ourselves lucky. Otherwise, each day was a fun day.
(Bret asked the van driver in Puerta Vallarta whether the economic problems occurring in the United States were affecting Mexico. The driver's response was: "If the United States sneezes, Mexico gets pneumonia.")
Saturday was another day at sea and it had its own bundle of firsts for me. I had heard a lot about escargot but had never been in a position to taste it. It wasn't that I was dying to taste it but I was curious. I have a great curiosity about food---most food, that is. There are things that I have no desire to try: worms, grasshoppers, crickets, tarantulas, etc. In my opinion, only publicity seekers eat things like that unless they are starving. So, back to the escargot! I know escargot is a fancy name for snails and what I know about snails was that they leave a slimy trail. As a rule, I don't do slimy. Saturday night at dinner, escargot was on the appetizer menu. I wasn't sure I wanted a whole appetizer but Bret said he was going to order escargot and that he would share with me. The escargot came bathed in lots of garlic butter. I love garlic butter so I figured the escargot couldn't be all bad. I had heard people say eating escargot is like eating a piece of rubber bathed in garlic butter sauce. I used a spoon so I could get plenty of the garlic butter sauce. It wasn't so bad. It didn't taste like rubber and it was far more tender than a piece of rubber. I'm not sure I'd ever order en entire appetizer for myself but if someone else ordered and wanted to share, I'd eat one again.
There was a nice man sitting at our table. I had chatted with him on several occasions. He was very solicitous, kind and interesting. He had ordered Ahi (tuna) tartar for his appetizer. He had noticed I was sampling new foods at every meal. After I had eaten the escargot he asked if I'd ever eaten Ahi tartar. I told him I hadn't so he asked if I would like to sample his appetizer. I know "tartar" means "raw" so I was just a tad reluctant. As I've mentioned, I don't do slimy, and I thought raw fish might be a little slimy but he was so sweet, cute and persuasive I decided to give it a try. For those of you who do not know---with anything "tartar" the chef chops the meat very fine---almost as though it has gone through a meat grinder---they season it and mold it into small cubes---maybe 3/4"---at least that's how the Ahi tartar was served. There was a small dollop of white sauce on top and a small sprinkling of caviar on top of the sauce. I suggested I cut off a small piece but he insisted that I should pop the whole thing in my mouth. I did and lived to tell the story. It isn't something I'd order for myself but it wasn't slimy and actually didn't taste too badly.
For my entree' on Saturday night I ordered veal. How could I live to be 75 years old and never have eated veal? The reason, of course, was Jack. Many times he mentioned how much he disliked veal so I never bought any to cook at home. We rarely ate at restaurants that might have served veal. I enjoyed the veal and will undoubtedly eat it again in the future.
When we left Long Beach to travel south to Puerta Vallarta the ship traveled at a nice easy-going speed of 18 knots. The boat rocked gently and it was altogether lovely. After we left Cabo San Lucas the ship speeded up to 22 knots. The ship has a lot more movement at that speed. I didn't mind the difference in speed but it was not as smooth. A couple of times I had to put my hand out to grab a chair or steady myself against a wall because the motion of the ship was more pronounced. We had a lot of ground (water) to cover to get back to Long Beach by Sunday morning. Friday and Saturday nights I really felt the rocking of the ship and I slept more soundly with the faster speed. It was great! The passengers could track the progress of the ship on their TV in their room. It was very interesting. Who would've thought such a thing was possible? The screen showed the shoreline and the position of the ship. Cool!
I think I have hit the high points. Heidi took pictures and put them on discs for me so you can enjoy some of them with this post. Thank you, Heidi. I did buy a few of the pictures the ship's photographers took and we may be able to add a couple of those, as well. I loved the cruise. I loved my traveling companions. I loved meeting new people. I loved the food. I just love the whole idea of being able to be on a cruise.
If you don't see any pictures with this post, please check back in a few days to look at them. Juli is adding the pictures so you can enjoy them with me. Thank you, Juli.
Bret and Heidi celebrated their wedding anniversary June 24th. Tal and Julianne celebrated their wedding anniversary July 21st. Happy anniversary!
Happy Birthday to Justin, July 21st; Tal, July 25th; Shanna, August 12th; Eric Shields, August 20th. Hope you all had a great day.
I'd better say Happy Birthday to the September people. I plan to have another post on my blog before September is over but just in case---Happy Birthday to Taylor, September 10th; James, September 15th; Eric Ehlers, September 25th; Davey, September 26th; Kammie, September 26th.
I love you all.
Bret and Heidi invited me to go on a cruise with them. I thought about it for awhile and I had a dozen reasons why I shouldn't go. I had always wanted to go on a cruise but Jack said he didn't think it would be much fun; that the ships are too big; that there are too many people on them; that it would be too crowded, etc., so we didn't go on a cruise. I looked at my future options of going on a cruise; I decided that the older I get the less likely I'd be able to go and since, unfortunately, I'm not getting any younger I just took the plunge and said I'd go.
Friday morning, February 6th, Tal took me to Richfield to meet Bret and Heidi. They had come to Richfield the night before and stayed in a hotel so we could leave by 8:30 a.m. to drive to Long Beach, California. It had taken me two days to pack. I couldn't decide what to take to wear. Finally, I just put some clothes into my bags and decided if they weren't right it didn't matter. The chances I will see any of those people again (except Bret, Heidi and Aspen) are fairly slim. As it turned out, I guess what I took was okay. I experienced a lot of "firsts" on the trip. I had never eaten at an "In and Out Burger." Now I have. I couldn't believe how good the food was and how long the lines were. It was fun and tasty. On this trip no one yelled at me if I had to stop to go to the restroom. It was great! Friday night we stayed at a hotel in Carson (close to Long Beach) and we had all day Saturday to look around.
I believe I've told you that Jack and I lived in an apartment in Newport Beach, California, for about five weeks beforre he got his orders to go to Korea. Bret and Heidi had never seen where that apartment was and they thought it would be neat to find it if I could remember where it is. 
I thought I remembered Balboa Boulevard but I had long-since forgotten the number so we "went looking." We drove and drove (south) and I just did not see it. I began to wonder whether I would recognize it if I did see it. Finally, after I thought we must surely have passed it, I said, "I just don't know whether---Oh, there it is!" Bret turned the corner; we found a parking place and went back to take a look. Heidi took pictures and then we walked the short distance to the beach. Wow! The beach has changed. Now, there is a six-foot wide sidewalk along the edge of the beach where people can run, walk, ride bicycles, skateboard, etc. I believe the tide was out so it was about 300+ feet to the ocean. Bret, Heidi and Aspen walked to the ocean. I sat on a block wall and people-watched. There are nice restrooms strategically placed on the beach, which weren't there when we lived there. You have to remember, we lived in Newport Beach in November and December, 1951. (By the way, we lived in apartment No. 5, back in the corner on the right.) 
We did some sightseeing the rest of the day. We saw a big IKEA store. Bret asked whether I'd ever been in an IKEA. I hadn't, so we stopped and went inside. Oh, my goodness! I had heard about IKEA and I'd seen advertising but I could never have imagined what it was really like. We went through the whole store. When we got to the china section I decided I'd go home, throw out all my old tableware and start over. There are some exceptionally new and exciting things available now. However, when I returned home I thought better of it. I guess I'll use what I have. Anyway, going through the store was certainly an eye-opener and a lot of fun. I'm sure it wasn't much fun for Bret. He pushed me in a wheelchair. I'd have never made it if I had tried to walk.
We decided to eat dinner at an Outback Restaurant. I'd never eaten there before so Bret and Heidi decided I should have that pleasure. It was really hard to choose what to order but when I finally decided, that was some kind of good food!
Sunday morning we got up, had breakfast and then got ready to board the ship. We were to begin boarding at 11:00 a.m. Bret has VIP privileges so all we had to do was go to a room, show them our credentials (passport, etc.) and go aboard. The dock workers took everyone's luggage to the ship. We had tags with our assigned room numbers on the luggage and when we got to the ship our luggage was waiting outside our doors.
The ship we boarded was the "Carnival Pride." It is one of their smaller cruise ships but even so, it was enormous. With as much walking as you have to do on a cruise ship, I'm glad we didn't go on one of the biggest ships. Every time we turned around, someone was taking our picture. They put the pictures on big display boards so we could decide whether we wanted any of them. After we found our rooms we went to lunch. There were all kinds of foods we could choose at several buffet counters. It was really fun. We both had a balcony with our room and that was really nice. I don't remember what time the ship sailed but the movement of the ship was quite wonderful. I knew it would rock me to sleep at night and I liked that. That night at dinner (our assigned dinner time was 8:15 p.m. every evening and our assigned table was 142) I began my quest to try as much on the menu, that I had never tasted, as I possibly could. I wish I could remember everything on the menu because I ordered several things the first night I had never tasted. However, I don't want to bore you with every little detail so I will just hit the high points. We could order two or three appetizers; we could combine a couple of entree's and order two or three desserts if we thought we could eat that much. I knew I couldn't so I had to make decisions (the menu was different every day).There were wonderful soups, seafood and other things for appetizers. Their entree's always listed red meat, seafood, chicken and pork plus a couple of vegetarian options. I think I'm forgetting something but it escapes me at the moment. Sometimes it was difficult to choose because everything sounded so delicious.
The first night out Creme Brulee was on the menu. I had never had an opportunity to eat Creme Brulee so I, of course, chose that for my dessert. Oh, my goodness, it was so wonderful! I knew, for sure, I had died and gone to heaven. If we eat in Heaven, Creme Brulee will be there! It was so delicious I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the taste and feel of it in my mouth. My cute waiter saw me salivating over my dessert. He leaned down by my ear and said, "I have another one. I will bring it to you." At that point I was absolutely certain I was in heaven. I ordered Tilapia for my entree. Jack had always said Tilapia is a "soft" fish and "no good." Frankly, I doubt he had ever tasted it but inasmuch as he was an "authority" on everything, he had to make a negative comment to dissuade me from ordering any. I can't imagine why it mattered to him what I ate. Frankly, I can't imagine why I caved in and listened to him and I can't imagine why I didn't just order what I wanted. As it turned out, I loved the Tilapia. Mercy me! He has missed out on a lot of really good food because he was afraid to try new foods.
Monday, February 9th the moon was full. Obviously, Sunday, February 8th it was almost full. My room was on the side of the ship where I could watch the moon rise. What a gorgeous sight! That was incredible! My first cruise and I get a full moon! Monday and Tuesday we were "at sea" so we just did fun things on the ship. They have activities for the kids, as well, and Aspen had lots of fun doing kids things. Of course, every day, mealtimes were a new adventure. I did sample a lot of dishes I had never tasted before. It was a delightful experience.
Each night when we returned to our rooms, there was a darling little "animal" on our beds. They were made with a couple of white towels with some little sticky dots for eyes and nose. We had dogs
, seals, rabbits, fish, elephants---I wish I could remember all of them. Five of the seven nights we were aboard the ship I had two "animals" on my bed. They were so cute I wanted to bring all of them home 
with me. However, I didn't want to be charged for the towels. They would have charged me $22.00 for each towel---a little pricey for a souvenir that may have fallen apart if I was unable to pack it properly. I didn't bring any home but Heidi took pictures of some of them so I can enjoy looking at them whenever I feel the urge.Wednesday we docked at Puerto Vallarta. Thursday we headed north and docked at Mazatlan and Friday we were at Cabo San Lucas. At each Port, Bret hired a van with a driver to take us on a tour of the area. I couldn't believe how different each City was. In my mind, I had pictured all three Port Cities as being similar. How wrong I was! The drivers told us a lot of information and history about each City and, of course, we were offered the opportunity to stop and shop. We didn't do much shopping but we did a lot of browsing. It was interesting and fun. In Puerto Vallarta we visited an ancient Cathedral. It was lovely. We also saw where the movie "Night of the Iguana" was made and many other delightful sights and sounds.
The trees, flowers, birds and butterflies were incredibly beautiful---even magnificent. There was only one thing that disturbed me. It has always been my experience when I see an eight-sided sign at a road crossing, I know I should stop, look both ways and proceed with caution. Apparently it is an option in Mexico. Those van drivers didn't even notice the stop signs. They just plowed forward. Fortunately, we didn't have an accident in any of the three cities. We counted ourselves lucky. Otherwise, each day was a fun day.(Bret asked the van driver in Puerta Vallarta whether the economic problems occurring in the United States were affecting Mexico. The driver's response was: "If the United States sneezes, Mexico gets pneumonia.")
Saturday was another day at sea and it had its own bundle of firsts for me. I had heard a lot about escargot but had never been in a position to taste it. It wasn't that I was dying to taste it but I was curious. I have a great curiosity about food---most food, that is. There are things that I have no desire to try: worms, grasshoppers, crickets, tarantulas, etc. In my opinion, only publicity seekers eat things like that unless they are starving. So, back to the escargot! I know escargot is a fancy name for snails and what I know about snails was that they leave a slimy trail. As a rule, I don't do slimy. Saturday night at dinner, escargot was on the appetizer menu. I wasn't sure I wanted a whole appetizer but Bret said he was going to order escargot and that he would share with me. The escargot came bathed in lots of garlic butter. I love garlic butter so I figured the escargot couldn't be all bad. I had heard people say eating escargot is like eating a piece of rubber bathed in garlic butter sauce. I used a spoon so I could get plenty of the garlic butter sauce. It wasn't so bad. It didn't taste like rubber and it was far more tender than a piece of rubber. I'm not sure I'd ever order en entire appetizer for myself but if someone else ordered and wanted to share, I'd eat one again.
There was a nice man sitting at our table. I had chatted with him on several occasions. He was very solicitous, kind and interesting. He had ordered Ahi (tuna) tartar for his appetizer. He had noticed I was sampling new foods at every meal. After I had eaten the escargot he asked if I'd ever eaten Ahi tartar. I told him I hadn't so he asked if I would like to sample his appetizer. I know "tartar" means "raw" so I was just a tad reluctant. As I've mentioned, I don't do slimy, and I thought raw fish might be a little slimy but he was so sweet, cute and persuasive I decided to give it a try. For those of you who do not know---with anything "tartar" the chef chops the meat very fine---almost as though it has gone through a meat grinder---they season it and mold it into small cubes---maybe 3/4"---at least that's how the Ahi tartar was served. There was a small dollop of white sauce on top and a small sprinkling of caviar on top of the sauce. I suggested I cut off a small piece but he insisted that I should pop the whole thing in my mouth. I did and lived to tell the story. It isn't something I'd order for myself but it wasn't slimy and actually didn't taste too badly.
For my entree' on Saturday night I ordered veal. How could I live to be 75 years old and never have eated veal? The reason, of course, was Jack. Many times he mentioned how much he disliked veal so I never bought any to cook at home. We rarely ate at restaurants that might have served veal. I enjoyed the veal and will undoubtedly eat it again in the future.
When we left Long Beach to travel south to Puerta Vallarta the ship traveled at a nice easy-going speed of 18 knots. The boat rocked gently and it was altogether lovely. After we left Cabo San Lucas the ship speeded up to 22 knots. The ship has a lot more movement at that speed. I didn't mind the difference in speed but it was not as smooth. A couple of times I had to put my hand out to grab a chair or steady myself against a wall because the motion of the ship was more pronounced. We had a lot of ground (water) to cover to get back to Long Beach by Sunday morning. Friday and Saturday nights I really felt the rocking of the ship and I slept more soundly with the faster speed. It was great! The passengers could track the progress of the ship on their TV in their room. It was very interesting. Who would've thought such a thing was possible? The screen showed the shoreline and the position of the ship. Cool!
I think I have hit the high points. Heidi took pictures and put them on discs for me so you can enjoy some of them with this post. Thank you, Heidi. I did buy a few of the pictures the ship's photographers took and we may be able to add a couple of those, as well. I loved the cruise. I loved my traveling companions. I loved meeting new people. I loved the food. I just love the whole idea of being able to be on a cruise.
If you don't see any pictures with this post, please check back in a few days to look at them. Juli is adding the pictures so you can enjoy them with me. Thank you, Juli.
Bret and Heidi celebrated their wedding anniversary June 24th. Tal and Julianne celebrated their wedding anniversary July 21st. Happy anniversary!
Happy Birthday to Justin, July 21st; Tal, July 25th; Shanna, August 12th; Eric Shields, August 20th. Hope you all had a great day.
I'd better say Happy Birthday to the September people. I plan to have another post on my blog before September is over but just in case---Happy Birthday to Taylor, September 10th; James, September 15th; Eric Ehlers, September 25th; Davey, September 26th; Kammie, September 26th.
I love you all.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
UPDATE ON JACK - MAY 2009
Yes, I know! It’s been too long since I’ve posted. I really have been working on my post about my cruise. It’s almost ready. I now have pictures, as well, so it will be more fun for you to look at and read. In addition, I’ve had cataract surgery on both eyes—two weeks apart and there was a short time when I had great distance vision but zero close-up vision. That meant I couldn’t see what I was typing on the computer screen. I do have to go in for a “laser zap” on my eyes. One in five people who have cataract surgery have to have the laser zap. It seems that occasionally a piece of the sac that held my original (what I was born with) lens, breaks off and then turns up in front of the new lens in the form of “fog.” That’s what I have to have done this Thursday, 5/14/09.
Enough about me! Here’s what’s happening with Jack:
For a number of years, Jack has had several TIA’s or mini strokes. He would have one and be unable to communicate for two or three hours and then he’d be back to normal as though nothing had happened. But in the past two weeks he has had two and maybe three strokes that have caused damage, i.e., his left leg is dragging, he cannot stand without assistance and can only walk when there is a person on both sides holding him up. Also, he has little use of his left hand. When I was at the care center on Tuesday, May 5th, his left eye-lid was drooping. His Doctor (Dr. Brown) thinks he had another stroke on Wednesday, May 6th. They drew blood and did a lot of tests on that. I have received the report but do not understand much. I will get with Juli when she has time. She really knows a lot about that stuff.
I talked to Jack on Sunday, May 3rd. He seemed pretty much like he has been. When I talked to him on Monday, May 4th, he really seemed out of it. He was slurring his words more than before but he kept saying things that were really “out in left field.” He told me that Juli is in charge over at the care center and that Juli really has everything “under control” at the care center. Then he told me that he needed me to look into something for him. He said, “Grandma Erickson died and she had a lot of nice furniture.” Then he said, “There are people who are taking her furniture and putting it into bottles to preserve it.” That’s what he wanted me to look into. He didn’t think “those people” should be taking Grandma Erickson’s furniture. For those of you who don’t know who Grandma Erickson is: Grandma Erickson is Jack’s mother’s mother. She passed away in December of 1956.
Juli had seen Jack on Saturday, May 2nd. She told me his left eyelid seemed to be drooping. I called the care center on Monday and talked to his nurse. She said that he seemed to be dragging his left leg and couldn’t stand up by himself and that he didn’t seem to have as much strength in his left hand as he had before. That’s when she told me she thought he’d had a stroke. She said that it was a small stroke and that they didn’t know whether he might soon have a massive stroke. Some people have a couple of little strokes and then have a massive stroke that either kills them or leaves them helpless.
I drove over to Richfield on Tuesday, May 5th to visit him. He was in the Physical Therapy room and they had been working with him. He looked at me and there was not an ounce of recognition in his eyes. A few minutes later he knew who I am but not at all, at first. I had taken him a Frosty. He tried to hold it in his left hand and had quite a hard time. I had to keep pushing the cup upright so it didn’t spill out. Bret was there to see him on the following Friday. He also took him a Frosty. By Friday, Jack was unable to hold the Frosty at all. Bret had to hold it for him. It was that weekend that Dr. Brown told Tal he thought Jack had had another stroke.
I went over to see him again on Friday, May 15th. He talked and talked but I was only able to understand two phrases. He was just mumbling. I told him several times that I couldn’t understand him and asked him to repeat what he said. He apparently did repeat what he had said but I couldn’t understand him the second time, either. It is very sad. Apparently the Physical Therapists are working with him a lot but I don’t think there’s much hope he will make a miraculous recovery.
That is pretty much how things are at the moment. I’ll try to keep you updated. It is so sad to someone who used to have so much energy and got so much accomplished become totally dependent for his care and lose his mind and memory in the process. As an Architect, he was the Architect on about 100 chapels, multiple schools, public buildings, hospitals, high rise condominiums and other miscellaneous buildings. He learned how to fly and got his private pilot’s license. He was President of the Sugar House Rotary Club and Rotary District Governor for the State of Utah. He sang with the Beehive Statesmen Barbershop Chorus for about15 or 16 years. While he attended the University of Utah, he played violin with the University Symphony Orchestra. Later, he was invited to play violin with the Westminster Community Symphony Orchestra. Later, he became Concert Master of that Symphony Orchestra. He was in the Coast Guard Auxiliary for 10 years. He loved to snow ski and water ski. He was a pretty good snow skier and a great water skier.
Yesterday, May 22, I met Shanna and Charlie in Richfield. Jack didn’t know Shanna at first and then he thought she was Narda (his sister). She told him that she is not Narda but is his daughter Shanna. Even after that, he asked her whether she ever talked to her sister Elaine, so he was still thinking she was Narda. He told us he has invented a new telephone but he is afraid to tell the person who is in charge of the telephones because he thinks that person will steal the phone. A little later he told me he doesn’t know what to do about his phone. He said, “I guess I will just leave it on the bed and let them steal it.” He really seemed happy to see me and just wanted to hang onto my hand for a long, long time. He told Shanna and I that he guesses “this place (the Care Center) is really my home now.” There is a “lift” in his room now because one person just cannot move him around from his wheelchair to the recliner or the bed. I was happy to see that the nurses and aides don’t have to try to lift him. The “lift” seems a secure and safe way to move him.
I will keep you updated on his condition from time to time.
As for now, I have been a real slacker where the birthdays are concerned. I didn’t forget any of them. I remembered them on the day and knew whose birthday it was and I thought of each of you. I just didn’t get them mentioned on my blog. But, here goes:
Happy Birthday to Spencer, February 9th; Juli, February 10th; Aspen, March 6th; Russ, March 12th; Kylee, March 14th; Charlie, March 17th; Dusty, April 8th; Dave, May 6th; Ali, May 7th; David, May 8th; Patti, May 27th; Waiva, May 31st. Hope you all had/have a super day.
Dave and Patti – Happy Anniversary March 17th. I love you all!
Enough about me! Here’s what’s happening with Jack:
For a number of years, Jack has had several TIA’s or mini strokes. He would have one and be unable to communicate for two or three hours and then he’d be back to normal as though nothing had happened. But in the past two weeks he has had two and maybe three strokes that have caused damage, i.e., his left leg is dragging, he cannot stand without assistance and can only walk when there is a person on both sides holding him up. Also, he has little use of his left hand. When I was at the care center on Tuesday, May 5th, his left eye-lid was drooping. His Doctor (Dr. Brown) thinks he had another stroke on Wednesday, May 6th. They drew blood and did a lot of tests on that. I have received the report but do not understand much. I will get with Juli when she has time. She really knows a lot about that stuff.
I talked to Jack on Sunday, May 3rd. He seemed pretty much like he has been. When I talked to him on Monday, May 4th, he really seemed out of it. He was slurring his words more than before but he kept saying things that were really “out in left field.” He told me that Juli is in charge over at the care center and that Juli really has everything “under control” at the care center. Then he told me that he needed me to look into something for him. He said, “Grandma Erickson died and she had a lot of nice furniture.” Then he said, “There are people who are taking her furniture and putting it into bottles to preserve it.” That’s what he wanted me to look into. He didn’t think “those people” should be taking Grandma Erickson’s furniture. For those of you who don’t know who Grandma Erickson is: Grandma Erickson is Jack’s mother’s mother. She passed away in December of 1956.
Juli had seen Jack on Saturday, May 2nd. She told me his left eyelid seemed to be drooping. I called the care center on Monday and talked to his nurse. She said that he seemed to be dragging his left leg and couldn’t stand up by himself and that he didn’t seem to have as much strength in his left hand as he had before. That’s when she told me she thought he’d had a stroke. She said that it was a small stroke and that they didn’t know whether he might soon have a massive stroke. Some people have a couple of little strokes and then have a massive stroke that either kills them or leaves them helpless.
I drove over to Richfield on Tuesday, May 5th to visit him. He was in the Physical Therapy room and they had been working with him. He looked at me and there was not an ounce of recognition in his eyes. A few minutes later he knew who I am but not at all, at first. I had taken him a Frosty. He tried to hold it in his left hand and had quite a hard time. I had to keep pushing the cup upright so it didn’t spill out. Bret was there to see him on the following Friday. He also took him a Frosty. By Friday, Jack was unable to hold the Frosty at all. Bret had to hold it for him. It was that weekend that Dr. Brown told Tal he thought Jack had had another stroke.
I went over to see him again on Friday, May 15th. He talked and talked but I was only able to understand two phrases. He was just mumbling. I told him several times that I couldn’t understand him and asked him to repeat what he said. He apparently did repeat what he had said but I couldn’t understand him the second time, either. It is very sad. Apparently the Physical Therapists are working with him a lot but I don’t think there’s much hope he will make a miraculous recovery.
That is pretty much how things are at the moment. I’ll try to keep you updated. It is so sad to someone who used to have so much energy and got so much accomplished become totally dependent for his care and lose his mind and memory in the process. As an Architect, he was the Architect on about 100 chapels, multiple schools, public buildings, hospitals, high rise condominiums and other miscellaneous buildings. He learned how to fly and got his private pilot’s license. He was President of the Sugar House Rotary Club and Rotary District Governor for the State of Utah. He sang with the Beehive Statesmen Barbershop Chorus for about15 or 16 years. While he attended the University of Utah, he played violin with the University Symphony Orchestra. Later, he was invited to play violin with the Westminster Community Symphony Orchestra. Later, he became Concert Master of that Symphony Orchestra. He was in the Coast Guard Auxiliary for 10 years. He loved to snow ski and water ski. He was a pretty good snow skier and a great water skier.
Yesterday, May 22, I met Shanna and Charlie in Richfield. Jack didn’t know Shanna at first and then he thought she was Narda (his sister). She told him that she is not Narda but is his daughter Shanna. Even after that, he asked her whether she ever talked to her sister Elaine, so he was still thinking she was Narda. He told us he has invented a new telephone but he is afraid to tell the person who is in charge of the telephones because he thinks that person will steal the phone. A little later he told me he doesn’t know what to do about his phone. He said, “I guess I will just leave it on the bed and let them steal it.” He really seemed happy to see me and just wanted to hang onto my hand for a long, long time. He told Shanna and I that he guesses “this place (the Care Center) is really my home now.” There is a “lift” in his room now because one person just cannot move him around from his wheelchair to the recliner or the bed. I was happy to see that the nurses and aides don’t have to try to lift him. The “lift” seems a secure and safe way to move him.
I will keep you updated on his condition from time to time.
As for now, I have been a real slacker where the birthdays are concerned. I didn’t forget any of them. I remembered them on the day and knew whose birthday it was and I thought of each of you. I just didn’t get them mentioned on my blog. But, here goes:
Happy Birthday to Spencer, February 9th; Juli, February 10th; Aspen, March 6th; Russ, March 12th; Kylee, March 14th; Charlie, March 17th; Dusty, April 8th; Dave, May 6th; Ali, May 7th; David, May 8th; Patti, May 27th; Waiva, May 31st. Hope you all had/have a super day.
Dave and Patti – Happy Anniversary March 17th. I love you all!
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
JANUARY MUSINGS
In case you are interested in trivia, yesterday, January 26th was “National Bubble Wrap Day.” Today is Mozart’s birthday so today I will listen to some Mozart music. Today is also Jack’s mother’s birthday. If she were alive, she would be 103. My parents were married January 9, 1918 so January 9th was their 91st anniversary. I just thought you’d all appreciate a little nonsense.
On February 4, 1991, the following article, written by me, was published in the Southern Utah News and the Page Chronicle:
“Here we are---already into February and, as yet, I have no clear-cut idea of which resolution I’m going to work on in l991. I have several in mind, each of seemingly equal importance. How do I decide? I wish I knew. Being able to make decisions has never been my most notable characteristic.
“For instance, I go into an ice cream store for a cone. They have 31 different flavors. It’s impossible for me to decide whether I want Butter Brickle, Praline Pecan, Black Walnut or Mocha Fudge.
“What do I do? I compromise by getting a cone with all four flavors. That would be a nice, simple solution if the salesperson didn’t always ask which flavor I want on the bottom. Immediately it throws me into the position of having to make another decision---choosing which flavor I want to taste last. If I knew which flavor I wanted to taste last, I’d only need one scoop! See what I mean?
“To make a resolution is a serious step. It demands a great deal of thought and a lot of commitment. Each of the resolutions I need to make will require a change in lifestyle. It is highly improbable that a person will/can make more than one major change in him/herself at one time, and I’m talking three drastic alterations in behavior.
“Okay, I’ll enumerate the choices:
1. Lose weight.
2. Be punctual.
3. Get organized.
“My doctor says to lose weight is of prime importance. My hair dresser says that punctuality is a virtue. My dear husband cries out for me to get organized.
“Should I attempt all three resolutions at once? By trying to accomplish all three, do I doom them all to failure? If I choose only one---which should it be?
“Therein lies the dilemma.”
Now, in 2009, I can add a postscript to the above. I still need to lose weight and my office is a mess. Yes, I do need to get organized. However, I have made great strides in the punctuality thing. When we lived in the Garden Heights North Ward I was the Ward Organist for many years. I liked to be at the Chapel 15 minutes early so I could start playing the prelude music ten minutes before the meeting was to begin. Generally, I was there 15 minutes early. As the Ward Organist I was almost always on time---rarely even two or three minutes late. The punctuality problem was elsewhere in my life. I remember in those days when I would arrive at the Chapel 15 minutes early there were always half a dozen “older couples” already in their seats waiting for the meeting to commence. I used to think: “Don’t you people have anything better to do than sit here for 20 minutes waiting for Church to begin?” (As you all know, most people arrive at Church within the last five minutes before the appointed time. And, of course, some people generally come in a little late.)
Now that I’m an “older person” I have become one of “them.” Yes, I leave the house about 30 minutes before Church time. It takes me between five and ten minutes to get into my van, drive, park and walk into the Chapel. I sit and wait. Also, in most other aspects of my life I am punctual these days, and, you know what? I feel good about that. I suspect it would feel equally as “good” to lose weight and get organized. We’ll see how this all turns out. I will make a report next January—that is, inasmuch as I’m an “older person,” I will report if I remember. If I forget---please, all you young people out there, remind me!
Happy birthday to Dallin, January 22nd; Ember, January 25th; Erica, January 31st. Hope you all had/have a great day.
I love you all.
On February 4, 1991, the following article, written by me, was published in the Southern Utah News and the Page Chronicle:
“Here we are---already into February and, as yet, I have no clear-cut idea of which resolution I’m going to work on in l991. I have several in mind, each of seemingly equal importance. How do I decide? I wish I knew. Being able to make decisions has never been my most notable characteristic.
“For instance, I go into an ice cream store for a cone. They have 31 different flavors. It’s impossible for me to decide whether I want Butter Brickle, Praline Pecan, Black Walnut or Mocha Fudge.
“What do I do? I compromise by getting a cone with all four flavors. That would be a nice, simple solution if the salesperson didn’t always ask which flavor I want on the bottom. Immediately it throws me into the position of having to make another decision---choosing which flavor I want to taste last. If I knew which flavor I wanted to taste last, I’d only need one scoop! See what I mean?
“To make a resolution is a serious step. It demands a great deal of thought and a lot of commitment. Each of the resolutions I need to make will require a change in lifestyle. It is highly improbable that a person will/can make more than one major change in him/herself at one time, and I’m talking three drastic alterations in behavior.
“Okay, I’ll enumerate the choices:
1. Lose weight.
2. Be punctual.
3. Get organized.
“My doctor says to lose weight is of prime importance. My hair dresser says that punctuality is a virtue. My dear husband cries out for me to get organized.
“Should I attempt all three resolutions at once? By trying to accomplish all three, do I doom them all to failure? If I choose only one---which should it be?
“Therein lies the dilemma.”
Now, in 2009, I can add a postscript to the above. I still need to lose weight and my office is a mess. Yes, I do need to get organized. However, I have made great strides in the punctuality thing. When we lived in the Garden Heights North Ward I was the Ward Organist for many years. I liked to be at the Chapel 15 minutes early so I could start playing the prelude music ten minutes before the meeting was to begin. Generally, I was there 15 minutes early. As the Ward Organist I was almost always on time---rarely even two or three minutes late. The punctuality problem was elsewhere in my life. I remember in those days when I would arrive at the Chapel 15 minutes early there were always half a dozen “older couples” already in their seats waiting for the meeting to commence. I used to think: “Don’t you people have anything better to do than sit here for 20 minutes waiting for Church to begin?” (As you all know, most people arrive at Church within the last five minutes before the appointed time. And, of course, some people generally come in a little late.)
Now that I’m an “older person” I have become one of “them.” Yes, I leave the house about 30 minutes before Church time. It takes me between five and ten minutes to get into my van, drive, park and walk into the Chapel. I sit and wait. Also, in most other aspects of my life I am punctual these days, and, you know what? I feel good about that. I suspect it would feel equally as “good” to lose weight and get organized. We’ll see how this all turns out. I will make a report next January—that is, inasmuch as I’m an “older person,” I will report if I remember. If I forget---please, all you young people out there, remind me!
Happy birthday to Dallin, January 22nd; Ember, January 25th; Erica, January 31st. Hope you all had/have a great day.
I love you all.
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