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Catchup #4
Sep. 26th, 2017 06:17 am(I swear I'll get it. This one would have been completely up to date but I was having so much trouble with Flickr I changed browsers back to Chrome (yay! The black background has disappeared!) and it was sooooo late.)
359 recordings of 51 types, 74 old SVU. 15% clear.
Last Monday, the 18th, I went down to Elk Grove to help with Padreic so Bernadette could get some sorting done of all the stuff that's been shoved into the garage. Usually he undoes everything she does, but now that he's immobilized, it's easy. Or at least easier. I played with him and talked to him and occasionally helped Bernadette putting jigsaw puzzles together. She got a box of old toys ready for St. Vincent de Paul and I put it into my car to take in the next day.
I went to get the kids at school. Joanna's daily record was "consequence." "How come?" I asked, and she told me "It's too hard to explain." Then, on the way home, I decided to ask some security questions. "What's your address?" She knew that. "What's your phone number?" She didn't know that, so we started learning that. (She's still having trouble with the last 4 numbers. And because 916 is close to 911, she sometimes gets that mixed up.) "What's your mommy's name?" "Bernadette." "Bernadette what?" "Durbin." Then she and Gareth got into a discussion of middle names and Gareth said the last middle name was Yarnot, but she changed it. "Your name used to be Yarnot, too." "It still is." Joanna was amazed and horrified: "but you're in our family, why didn't you change it to Durbin?" I'm not sure she's forgiven me yet.
Tuesday I went to breakfast with the widows, then hurried home to wait for the screen guy, who was supposed to come between 11 and noon. I waited, waited, waited... about 3 I got a call from a Brandon, who would be out in 25 minutes. 20 or so minutes later, Ron called (the guy I was supposed to see) and he would be out in 25 minutes, and he'd taken over from Brandon. When they did get here, finally, it didn't take them long to actually FIX the screen, but the 5 hour wait was a bit much.
I was able to take the box to St. Vincent de Paul, and got a Hallowe'en costume (a zombie? dementor?) for half price, not badatall. They've completely redone the thrift shop, making it much more upscale.
When Vince called, this time I had a list so I didn't forget anything, for a change!
Wednesday, my day to go to Elk Grove! I took a Clifford the Big Red Dog book for Joanna to read to Padreic, and a couple of things for Bernadette. When I fetched the school kids, it was apparent that Joanna had had a Very Bad Day. Apparently she didn't want to do her workbook in the morning and defied the teacher, and had to call home. Mommy told her to mind, but she didn't. I forget what the second punishment was but the third was a talk to the principal. Bernadette says she is having a hard time adjusting to school where she actually has to WORK... since 1st grade was still pretty lenient. She argued with me "we can play in the park and walk home later". No. Further along I commented that her face was red, was she sunburnt? No. Were you crying? A nod.
They liked the skeleton marionette I'd brought as a demonstration, and they enjoyed Pinocchio. Then they were a bit surprised when I didn't go home. We were waiting for Rob, who of course was late, so Bernadette and I could take Padreic down to Tracy to meet up with my nephew Dan. (Child #15 of that generation as Padreic is of his generation!) We got down there about 5:35, 5 minutes later than I'd posited, met him, and walked over to the Squeeze Inn* where we spent almost 2 hours. Padreic had a good time, what with french fries and seeing the lights at night. He was really good.
*a Sacramento institution... the original one was on Diners, Driveins, and Dives early on, with its 10 seats and long lines. Rich and I made it to that one before the professional ADA lawyer shut them down, and now I had known about the four local restaurants, but apparently it's expanding quite a bit!
Dan has gotten a promotion within Amazon, which was why he was having training in Tracy. He also caught me up on his family and his aunt and uncle who were in Poland with his sister during the eclipse. I haven't seen him since 2009 when we were visiting in Pittsburgh and he was in school there.
I got home about 10 and Pharaoh was thrilled.
Thursday I walked over to the bank and moved the money I'd gotten from USAA when they closed out a California fund in my mutual funds, into the rolling-over CD. Actually, I didn't put the whole total in, but kept out $119.and some cents. (I actually missed on that $100, but it's not important.) I also found out where my loan is, and then at home did some checking on my accounts. I still have to pay for the windows, but I'm closing in on being where I was before I paid for Africa! And Ashland!
Then in the afternoon I went to the commissary and bought a LOT of groceries. It took pretty much 2 hours to buy it and wrap the freezer stuff and put everything away.
Some GD varmint got away with the squash I had netted up. If they take that pumpkin (about softball size now, the 25th) I will be furious. I have no idea how the pest got past the net.
Renaissance on Friday. My usual parking lot was full. However, I found a good place. The morning documentary was The Sharpe's War about rescuing Jews. I was sorry to learn that they ended up divorced. The discussion afterwards naturally wandered into how awful Trump is. I get really tired of living in California with all the received wisdom.
The movie was Project Almanac and it was thought provoking. The only actor I recognized was a kid from "The Goldbergs" but it was good.
My Saturday activity was unusual. It was a wedding between two WPAC people. I hadn't been all that enthusiastic, as I had heard Bonnie (the bride) about a year ago bemoaning "I'll never get married again." She'd met her second husband at WPAC and took care of him for 12 years. She had a memorial service for him at the WPAC office Then she had a boy friend Gayle, (who I didn't like), and was devastated when he died. She also had a memorial for him at the office. (That was the time I heard her comment.) Almost immediately, she took up with Robin (the groom) and judgmental me, I thought she really should learn to be happy with herself. However, after the wedding and more importantly after the reception, with all their friends, especially his, talking about how happy they were, I've mellowed. Maybe she had to have Anyone, but he in particular had to have HER.
Wow, they pulled out all the stops. It was as elaborate as Monica's wedding. In a Catholic church, with the Baptist preacher having some words as well. Alan (our former music director) was there, and I had a nice talk with him afterwards! Then the reception was huge, with a special path to the head table, a professional photographer, disc jockey, open bar, buffet, THREE cakes! It must have cost a fortune. My gift was a gift card at Trader Joes, on the theory that they probably didn't need anything. Marty (who was there with an astonishing hat) gave them a grill and says she thinks they got two at least.
I hope they'll be very happy.
Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire, vol 1 p. 547
162.0 miles
mild, getting warmer
359 recordings of 51 types, 74 old SVU. 15% clear.
Last Monday, the 18th, I went down to Elk Grove to help with Padreic so Bernadette could get some sorting done of all the stuff that's been shoved into the garage. Usually he undoes everything she does, but now that he's immobilized, it's easy. Or at least easier. I played with him and talked to him and occasionally helped Bernadette putting jigsaw puzzles together. She got a box of old toys ready for St. Vincent de Paul and I put it into my car to take in the next day.
I went to get the kids at school. Joanna's daily record was "consequence." "How come?" I asked, and she told me "It's too hard to explain." Then, on the way home, I decided to ask some security questions. "What's your address?" She knew that. "What's your phone number?" She didn't know that, so we started learning that. (She's still having trouble with the last 4 numbers. And because 916 is close to 911, she sometimes gets that mixed up.) "What's your mommy's name?" "Bernadette." "Bernadette what?" "Durbin." Then she and Gareth got into a discussion of middle names and Gareth said the last middle name was Yarnot, but she changed it. "Your name used to be Yarnot, too." "It still is." Joanna was amazed and horrified: "but you're in our family, why didn't you change it to Durbin?" I'm not sure she's forgiven me yet.
Tuesday I went to breakfast with the widows, then hurried home to wait for the screen guy, who was supposed to come between 11 and noon. I waited, waited, waited... about 3 I got a call from a Brandon, who would be out in 25 minutes. 20 or so minutes later, Ron called (the guy I was supposed to see) and he would be out in 25 minutes, and he'd taken over from Brandon. When they did get here, finally, it didn't take them long to actually FIX the screen, but the 5 hour wait was a bit much.
I was able to take the box to St. Vincent de Paul, and got a Hallowe'en costume (a zombie? dementor?) for half price, not badatall. They've completely redone the thrift shop, making it much more upscale.
When Vince called, this time I had a list so I didn't forget anything, for a change!
Wednesday, my day to go to Elk Grove! I took a Clifford the Big Red Dog book for Joanna to read to Padreic, and a couple of things for Bernadette. When I fetched the school kids, it was apparent that Joanna had had a Very Bad Day. Apparently she didn't want to do her workbook in the morning and defied the teacher, and had to call home. Mommy told her to mind, but she didn't. I forget what the second punishment was but the third was a talk to the principal. Bernadette says she is having a hard time adjusting to school where she actually has to WORK... since 1st grade was still pretty lenient. She argued with me "we can play in the park and walk home later". No. Further along I commented that her face was red, was she sunburnt? No. Were you crying? A nod.
They liked the skeleton marionette I'd brought as a demonstration, and they enjoyed Pinocchio. Then they were a bit surprised when I didn't go home. We were waiting for Rob, who of course was late, so Bernadette and I could take Padreic down to Tracy to meet up with my nephew Dan. (Child #15 of that generation as Padreic is of his generation!) We got down there about 5:35, 5 minutes later than I'd posited, met him, and walked over to the Squeeze Inn* where we spent almost 2 hours. Padreic had a good time, what with french fries and seeing the lights at night. He was really good.
*a Sacramento institution... the original one was on Diners, Driveins, and Dives early on, with its 10 seats and long lines. Rich and I made it to that one before the professional ADA lawyer shut them down, and now I had known about the four local restaurants, but apparently it's expanding quite a bit!
Dan has gotten a promotion within Amazon, which was why he was having training in Tracy. He also caught me up on his family and his aunt and uncle who were in Poland with his sister during the eclipse. I haven't seen him since 2009 when we were visiting in Pittsburgh and he was in school there.
I got home about 10 and Pharaoh was thrilled.
Thursday I walked over to the bank and moved the money I'd gotten from USAA when they closed out a California fund in my mutual funds, into the rolling-over CD. Actually, I didn't put the whole total in, but kept out $119.and some cents. (I actually missed on that $100, but it's not important.) I also found out where my loan is, and then at home did some checking on my accounts. I still have to pay for the windows, but I'm closing in on being where I was before I paid for Africa! And Ashland!
Then in the afternoon I went to the commissary and bought a LOT of groceries. It took pretty much 2 hours to buy it and wrap the freezer stuff and put everything away.
Some GD varmint got away with the squash I had netted up. If they take that pumpkin (about softball size now, the 25th) I will be furious. I have no idea how the pest got past the net.
Renaissance on Friday. My usual parking lot was full. However, I found a good place. The morning documentary was The Sharpe's War about rescuing Jews. I was sorry to learn that they ended up divorced. The discussion afterwards naturally wandered into how awful Trump is. I get really tired of living in California with all the received wisdom.
The movie was Project Almanac and it was thought provoking. The only actor I recognized was a kid from "The Goldbergs" but it was good.
In the evening I saw "The Old Musketeers" written by the Equity actor who founded the Chatauqua theater. I was really happy to see the geocachers, and Bill, with the pancreatic cancer, is looking pretty good, much better than I would have thought. The play was a farce about some old actors trying to re-create their glory days. Quite amusing.
My Saturday activity was unusual. It was a wedding between two WPAC people. I hadn't been all that enthusiastic, as I had heard Bonnie (the bride) about a year ago bemoaning "I'll never get married again." She'd met her second husband at WPAC and took care of him for 12 years. She had a memorial service for him at the WPAC office Then she had a boy friend Gayle, (who I didn't like), and was devastated when he died. She also had a memorial for him at the office. (That was the time I heard her comment.) Almost immediately, she took up with Robin (the groom) and judgmental me, I thought she really should learn to be happy with herself. However, after the wedding and more importantly after the reception, with all their friends, especially his, talking about how happy they were, I've mellowed. Maybe she had to have Anyone, but he in particular had to have HER.
Wow, they pulled out all the stops. It was as elaborate as Monica's wedding. In a Catholic church, with the Baptist preacher having some words as well. Alan (our former music director) was there, and I had a nice talk with him afterwards! Then the reception was huge, with a special path to the head table, a professional photographer, disc jockey, open bar, buffet, THREE cakes! It must have cost a fortune. My gift was a gift card at Trader Joes, on the theory that they probably didn't need anything. Marty (who was there with an astonishing hat) gave them a grill and says she thinks they got two at least.
I hope they'll be very happy.
