Friday, September 30, 2011
I don't need to take off a Jean Size in two weeks.
I'm looking for half a size in one week, just enough to get the pants zipped up comfortably on one of my two "nice" outfits for my nephew's wedding next weekend.
In the course of daily living in my little town, "dressing up" consists of putting on my best jeans. The "nice" outfits are what my daughter calls Old Lady Clothes. True. They're not cool. They are the antithesis of cool.
I just don't have the energy or inclination to go shopping for cool with so little demand for fancy dressing in my life.
The bride is the star, the old ladies are background, and that's as it should be. (I don't suppose it's okay to dangle my camera around my neck and take pictures, is it?)
See you soon.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Suspended between seasons.
They tell me it was last Saturday morning that there'd even been sprinkles the night before, that that was the day with the overcast and the cold wind and no matter how much we jogged and did jumping jacks and quick kicks and the arm and leg swings of water aerobics, we couldn't get warm even up to the chin in the water. I'd thought that was Sunday, although Sunday afternoon was sunny and those that went to the airshow up at our little airport reported it was warm. I intended to go to the show, but kept forgetting to leave for the airport, so stood in the driveway to watch a red plane from the driveway that passed overhead several times.
I skipped Monday. Tuesday was nice and today, nicer. The kind of day where you don't have to swathe yourself quickly in your towel to forestall a chill. The kind of day when the sun quickly dries your shoulders and you can pause by the pool watching the amazing patterns of light in the water. A day when I finally had a camera with me to capture some of the light.
|We're exercising just before midday now, instead of 8 a.m. |
For the most part, a happier crowd.
|My Most Favorite Pool Sign|
|Can any human out-do these beautiful designs of nature?|
|Underwater bubbles swirl around and erupt like little volcanoes, |
creating moon-crater shadows and reflections.
|Adding water to the pool|
The pool is scheduled to remain open for water aerobics until the end of October. Sigh. I hope it lasts. I hate water aerobics less than other forms of tortur...er, exercise, so I dread having to find an alternative when the season ends.
My desktop weather gadget popped up with this message this afternoon:
Although I am, generally, a winter fan. It's just not fun in the pool when it's cold.
|Another last hurrah|
See ya soon...
Monday, September 26, 2011
Let's get rid of the set-up for the photos that went on ad nauseam and do the short-hand version.
- Baby Lee is born carsick from the get-go.
- Calls "shot gun" in the car for life.
- Dramamine invented when Lee is 12, permitting auto riding in relative comfort. This does not extend to boats.
- Fast forward to second marriage when Husband wants to buy a ski boat. (Ugh.)
- Hokey devices called Sea-Bands at boat dealer promise relief from mal-de-mer. What's to lose?
- A miracle -- cars, plane, trains, ski boats, row boats, all usable now. Lee can even read maps and books therein.
Thus, after retirement to our mountain community, I'm persuaded to go on a Caribbean cruise by Husband, armed with Sea-bands and those anti-nausea patches for back-up. (I think Husband had Sister-envy, as she and her husband knew cruise captains by their first names, so often did they cruise.)
Here's my favorite cruise photo, the two of us at life boat drill. Catch that permed hairdo, the last of the 'fro era. Is that a fashion statement, or what?
One of the major shore trips on a Caribbean cruise is the climb up Dunn Falls at Ocho Rios, Jamaica. I'm a non-swimmer, so had no intention of climbing up steep slippery rocks in cold, fast-running water. Furthermore, this person who was born carsick has very poor balance. I just planned to go for a look-see of the falls.
I suppose there were others from our travel group that walked down the steep trail beside the falls. Then we were at the bottom at a gate where admission was being charged and Husband wanted to go and I just got swept away with the crowd. By the time I got a look at the falls to size them up, it was too late to turn back.
Our guide up the falls collected cameras from us to take our pictures later up the falls. We were supposed to hold hands in a big chain, which saved me but caused difficulty for those whose progress I impeded. I was in abject terror the whole time.
We finally came to a level-ish area for the photos. The guide clicked each camera, one shot each. I knew my picture had gone horribly wrong. Big fat left hand that popped up suddenly covers my face and Husband isn't even in the picture.
Does anybody know this big jerk who jumped up in front of me so that I risked life and limb for my one and only climb up the falls and didn't even get a frigging picture?
The next stretch of the falls was purely vertical. I bailed. I struggled out of the river and up the bank onto the trail for a dry land climb.
And the Sea-Band thing? We were seated in the dining room in the back of the ship at a picture window for our departure from Miami Harbor on that first day. We got underway, then the ship did a sweeping turn to head out to sea, and all little semi-circular canals in my ears went tilt and my stomach flipped and things never felt quite right after that, despite slapping on the anti-nausea patches and soliciting Bonine from the pursers. I think my discomfort may have been exacerbated by a migraine which eventually joined in with the existing upset.
So, if you're prone to motion sickness, don't believe the people who tell you you can't even feel the motion of a cruise ship. Rock ... rock ... rock .. rock ... And it lasts for days after you're back on solid ground.
See you soon.
Friday, September 23, 2011
I know. I'm blogging on Day 1 after I did Day 2. But I'm back with some of my photos of the '49er Festival on September 17. Like the Quilt Show, there are so many shots to choose from. You may think I didn't restrain myself very much, but only I know what's left behind.
Groveland sits astride the northern-most state highway leading into Yosemite from population centers such as San Francisco and San Francisco. It is two lanes through town and there is no possible detour around the '49er Parade, which marches right through the center of town. The highway patrol closes one lane to accommodate the parade, and highway traffic alternates in- and out-bound in the other lane.
I got a ride with Sister and Brother-in-Law to a school parking lot outside of town, and took a "trolley" into town. (Sister has a photo of the trolley that I'll have to get from her.) We were lucky to be provided roadside chairs by Dori of Dori's Tea Cottage, who was also selling coffee to those who hadn't had time for the second cup before heading out into the crisp morning air. It was wonderful to have a real chair, although it didn't stop people from standing right in front of us. (Sometimes you wonder what they're thinking.)
We're ready to watch: BIL with coffee, Sister and Moi.
They're ready across the street, too.
|The Flag leads the way.|
|Followed by the Country Mountain Riders|
|And the ... er ... follow-up crew.|
|Proprietor. Back Street Books - Rare & Used|
|Honoring veterans. Unfortunately, I'm unable |
to decipher the sign on the vehicle.
|Honorary Mayor of Groveland, Goose (he's the four-footed walker in this picture).|
|Pine Cone Singers, beneficiaries of bribes paid in Goose's election campaign, |
along with the Yosemite Chamber of Commerce.
|The dogs and the Dog Park People|
|U.S. Forest Service|
|Smokey Bear and friend|
|This group reenacts an exhibit of life in |
the community in the 19th Century. On display October 1.
|Mother Lode miner|
|The Ladies of Bella Donna Salon|
|A Model T (?) Ford|
|Young Mad Dog loggers|
|Armed car, er ... armed County Sheriff|
|Tioga High School Timberwolves, with their fierce-looking critter|
|Tioga High School fire rig|
|Orange Crush traveled all the way here from Summerville High School|
|Drawing on October 22|
Soroptimist! Here they come. I jump out into the street. They're my people. My peeps! The ones I've been waiting for! We have a theme: of "Soroptimist through the Decades": 1920s [when Soroptimist was founded]: Women Get the Vote; 1930s: Survive the Tough Times; 1940s: Help in War Effort; 1950s: Build Strong Communities; 1960s: Women's Movement; 1970s: Women’s Careers Break the Glass Ceiling; 1980s: First American Women in Space; 1990s: Growing Political Presence; 21st Century (2000s): Young Women Are Our Future.
I raise my camera to take shots of each marcher and "change battery pack" appears on the LCD of my camera. (A few choice words are mumbled under my breath.)
So, no more parade pictures. No pictures of the Chili Cookoff and all the festival booths and vendors and musicians and crowds.
It was a good day with perfect weather. Sister and I had tuna sandwiches in a café for lunch, something we, as multi-cat owners, are unable to enjoy at home. We took an apple pie home for dessert after dinner. Yes, a very good day.
See you tomorrow. (Well, maybe. My Internet went down when I went to post this in the night. Had to wait for morning.)