People's generosity sometimes blows my mind. The town I live in is full of kind and sharing people.
Probably half the houses have home grown vegetable gardens. Some of the delicious produce is prime right now, and people share the fruits of their labors with each other. I don't have a garden, but plenty of folks are bringing me large amounts of fresh produce. Onions, tomatoes, zucchini, potatoes (red and gold), eggplant, cucumbers, and more.
The other day two friends with gardens brought me a small roast and lots of veggies including carrots and parsnips and turnips. They said they thought I would like to make a meal for my senior friends and that is what I did. I put all the veggies and the roast in my electric skillet on medium low temp and we had a delicious meal before a fun time playing dominoes. My friends are still talking about that meal!
My trough is full.
Oink.
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Saturday, July 28, 2012
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Please Don't Eat The Daisies
For some reason, beginning with Mother's Day, my daughter has flowers sent me me via FTD. A large black box arrives every other month with a bouquet and vase. Each delivery is different flowers. Sort of like the Flower of the every-other-month club.
This month the flowers are Gerber Daisies. I like the photo with the darknesss around the flowers. This photo was taken without the house lights on and the blinds are down.
The flowers are delivered at a young stage so they last a long time. It is a pleasure to unpack the flowers and arrange in the vase, but seeing them each day is a blessing. I hope she knows how much the flowers perk up my little apartment but mostly how much they invigorate my spirit.
Having fresh daisies in the house makes me feel like I am living a Doris Day or Donna Reed life.
Do any of you remember who they were?
This month the flowers are Gerber Daisies. I like the photo with the darknesss around the flowers. This photo was taken without the house lights on and the blinds are down.
The flowers are delivered at a young stage so they last a long time. It is a pleasure to unpack the flowers and arrange in the vase, but seeing them each day is a blessing. I hope she knows how much the flowers perk up my little apartment but mostly how much they invigorate my spirit.
Having fresh daisies in the house makes me feel like I am living a Doris Day or Donna Reed life.
Do any of you remember who they were?
Sunday, July 22, 2012
Those Were The Days
When we had only two little kids we would pile into the car and head to the drive in movie. The kids and I would wear our pajamas. We never could stay up very late, so in order for us to be together as a family, we would start out watching the movies and one by one fall asleep in the car. I would end up with my head on my husband's lap and he would have his snacks and soda while he watched his James Bond movie or a fright movie that the kids and I did not want to see. When we got home he would carry each kid inside and put into bed, and wake me enough to get me to bed and we all felt like we had a great night out. That was our family night in San Diego.
I am interested in other people's memories of the drive in movie.
I am interested in other people's memories of the drive in movie.
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Do You Remember Jonathan Winters?
Maybe some of the younger generation won't know who Jonathan Winters is, but he was one of my favorite comedians. He seemed to have talent pouring out of him. Almost to the point that he sometimes must have had to rein it in, hold back. For him, it wasn't just ad lib humor, it was a way of life.
When I lived in San Diego and my younger daughter and son-in-law lived in Valencia, I would drive to Valencia to see them often. Sometimes we would drive to Hollywood or Glendale or other areas for dinner. One evening we were at a restaurant getting ready to order dinner and my daughter said "Mom, Jonathan Winters is over there." She knew I was a big fan of his. Being around celebrities was not such a big treat for me, having grown up around them and knowing they were just people who had chosen to become actors.
But Jonathan Winters was someone I did like and wanted to meet. I walked over to the table he was occupying and told him I was very pleased to see him and didn't want to disturb his visit with his friend, I just wanted to shake his hand and thank him for all the joy he provided. Mr Winters was so gracious, asked me to join them, introduced me to his friend, and we began a tremendous conversation. He seemed genuinely interested in my answers and he told me about his wife and he wanted to know about my life too. This was prior to 2009, when his wife Eileen passed away after 60 years being married.
It wasn't until later that I learned some of the more personal aspects of Jonathan's life. I hadn't met my now ex-husband yet when I enjoyed my visit with Jonathan Winters. But now that I have lived with someone with bipolar disorder, I have a much better insight into the behavior and genius of Mr Winters.
My ex-husband has endured a life with bipolar disorder and is talented and intelligent. And most of the time it is like living in the middle of a tropical storm. Excitement, Anxiety, Fear ; never a dull moment as well as never quiet and calm. Even the times of depression are not calm.
Besides the comic talent in abundance, Jonathan Winters is an artist. Here are a couple of his drawings that I would like to purchase if I had the extra money.
When I lived in San Diego and my younger daughter and son-in-law lived in Valencia, I would drive to Valencia to see them often. Sometimes we would drive to Hollywood or Glendale or other areas for dinner. One evening we were at a restaurant getting ready to order dinner and my daughter said "Mom, Jonathan Winters is over there." She knew I was a big fan of his. Being around celebrities was not such a big treat for me, having grown up around them and knowing they were just people who had chosen to become actors.
But Jonathan Winters was someone I did like and wanted to meet. I walked over to the table he was occupying and told him I was very pleased to see him and didn't want to disturb his visit with his friend, I just wanted to shake his hand and thank him for all the joy he provided. Mr Winters was so gracious, asked me to join them, introduced me to his friend, and we began a tremendous conversation. He seemed genuinely interested in my answers and he told me about his wife and he wanted to know about my life too. This was prior to 2009, when his wife Eileen passed away after 60 years being married.
It wasn't until later that I learned some of the more personal aspects of Jonathan's life. I hadn't met my now ex-husband yet when I enjoyed my visit with Jonathan Winters. But now that I have lived with someone with bipolar disorder, I have a much better insight into the behavior and genius of Mr Winters.
My ex-husband has endured a life with bipolar disorder and is talented and intelligent. And most of the time it is like living in the middle of a tropical storm. Excitement, Anxiety, Fear ; never a dull moment as well as never quiet and calm. Even the times of depression are not calm.
Besides the comic talent in abundance, Jonathan Winters is an artist. Here are a couple of his drawings that I would like to purchase if I had the extra money.
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| "Hiding From the Enemy or Relatives" |
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| "All American Ice Cream Cone" |
Monday, July 16, 2012
Heavenly Feet
Friday afternoon one of my friends called me and asked if I wanted to go with her to the next town. She was going to get her nails done, a fill, and I told her I would be ready when she got here.
I didn't even know there was a nail place at the mall. I walked in with her and decided then and there that I deserved a pedicure when I saw the spa chairs.
I sat in the big comfy chair with my feet in the swirling water and the back massager working my back. That alone would have been worth it for me. The girl was sweet and proceeded to give me one of the best pedicures I had ever gotten. She even "got it" when I wanted one small flower on my second toe on my left foot. Ahhh, my signature flower back on that toe again, the toe I like to wear my toe rings.
When my heels had been smoothed and the polish applied and the flower painted on, she rubbed oil on my legs and went around the corner and brought back four hot rocks. I have had back massages with the hot rocks but never at a nail spa. She gave my legs and feet the greatest warm massage. She took her time like she had all the time in the world. My friend and I finished at the same time and when she saw me feet and could see how relaxed I was she said she was going to have the spa pedicure next time.
My back, legs, and feet were singing a happy tune and they still are! I have decided I will have a spa pedicure once a month for my good health. I don't think of it so much as being pampered as the benefits to circulation and hygiene and back relaxation. See how my mind works? Taking care of me is important to me now.
I didn't even know there was a nail place at the mall. I walked in with her and decided then and there that I deserved a pedicure when I saw the spa chairs.
I sat in the big comfy chair with my feet in the swirling water and the back massager working my back. That alone would have been worth it for me. The girl was sweet and proceeded to give me one of the best pedicures I had ever gotten. She even "got it" when I wanted one small flower on my second toe on my left foot. Ahhh, my signature flower back on that toe again, the toe I like to wear my toe rings.
When my heels had been smoothed and the polish applied and the flower painted on, she rubbed oil on my legs and went around the corner and brought back four hot rocks. I have had back massages with the hot rocks but never at a nail spa. She gave my legs and feet the greatest warm massage. She took her time like she had all the time in the world. My friend and I finished at the same time and when she saw me feet and could see how relaxed I was she said she was going to have the spa pedicure next time.
My back, legs, and feet were singing a happy tune and they still are! I have decided I will have a spa pedicure once a month for my good health. I don't think of it so much as being pampered as the benefits to circulation and hygiene and back relaxation. See how my mind works? Taking care of me is important to me now.
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