Monthly Archives: July 2007
My husband Bill loves a clean car. He enjoys detailing our cars and takes pride in a shiny vehicle. Two of our cars are black, so it’s a second part-time job for him to keep them clean!
So when you see his car in this kind of condition, you know something special has happened. And it did – last weekend Bill and his friends Dave and Dan joined with a small group of hikers to hike Mt.Whitney, the tallest mountain in California. They started out at 1:00 am and finished in the afternoon. Is it any wonder I call Bill “the middle-aged marvel”?
It’s like the Exxon Valdez stopped at my house.
It’s a beautiful summery day and I open my front door to find a FedEx package on my doorstep. The shirt I ordered for my husband from L.L. Bean has arrived!
I put on a pair of shoes and trot out first to the mailbox. I clutch the mail and the Fed Ex package to my chest as I walk up the path to the front door . I walk into the house and throw the mail and the package on the couch, as I always do.
I notice my hands feel very oily. I notice small oil spots on the mail. What gives?
The culprit becomes apparent – the Fed Ex package is drenched in what appears to be motor oil. And it’s sitting on my couch.
A whirlwind of activity ensues while I try to remove the oil from my couch cushion, the floor, and myself. I scrub a section of the floor where I had placed the package for a moment. I scrub my couch cushion with some non-toxic laundry detergent; lastly I change my clothes and launder them.
I called FedEx and they were very apologetic and offered to dry clean the cushion if needed. The fellow explained to me that the source of the oil was probably an engine or engine part that was being shipped by another party, and that said object had probably not been properly drained of oil before shipping. The carrier probably did not notice this (although I find that hard to believe, he must have been covered with oil before the end of his shift).
So the moral of my little story is: Handle your newly-delivered FedEx with care. Do not hold it against your clothes or throw it on any household surface without checking the oil level first!
…Just don’t leave it at my house!!!!!
Our friend Yuji went outside for some air and saw…a parrot in his palm tree. He quickly snapped a photo of it. This parrot was spotted about 6 miles from my home.
It looks like a Mexican Redheaded parrot to me. I had one once when I was younger (unfortunately it passed away from a heart problem 20 years ago).
It’s always exciting to see a parrot on your property (at least for me; and apparently for Yuji as well). Their numbers are growing out here in California. Some people complain about the noise they make when they fly overhead. I say I’d rather have less noise from people talking on cell phones and playing the loud bass in their cars.
I can’t believe this blog is 1 year old today! My little baby is growing up!
I remember when I first started blogging, I thought to myself “What on earth will I write about everyday? How will I come up with topics of interest to myself and others???”
But I was so excited about the idea after being introduced to it by my buddy Night Panther, that I just HAD to give it a try (thanks again, James!)
And of course, HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRISTOPHER, the person who’s known me longer than anyone else!! My childhood “partner in crime.”
(originally posted July 21, 2006)
Today was the birthday of my oldest friend. Not chronologically, but acquaintance-wise. My friend Christopher and I met when we were both three years old. My family had just moved from the New York City area to a suburb on the Hudson (called “the sticks” by urban folk). One day I was outside playing “Astroboy”, my favorite cartoon character whom I aspired to be, and two ladies came walking down the street with their arms around each other. They greeted me and said “we have someone for you to meet!”. So with my parent’s permission I walked around the corner and discovered Christopher. I was very much the tomboy and we hit it off immediately. I guess I had a somewhat dominant personality in those days, because sometimes when Chris would climb on the roof of the garage, his mom would call me over to talk him down when all else failed. We were lucky enough to live in an old area of town, and Chris’ property had a creek, hills to go sledding, big trees, a big front yard where his dad built a little baseball diamond for us to play on, a small playhouse his dad built, a handlebar “trolly” strung on a wire between two trees that we would hold on to and ride downhill, and a great little area for playing with our Matchbox cars that consisted of loose dusty dirt that could be tunnelled out for underground garages. Later there was a pool. It was childhood Wonderland.
I learned so much about the male world from my friend. I learned the rules of how boys play, which I know helped me later in the world when I entered the Electronics industry. I knew how to “play” with the boys and have never, ever had a bad experience with a male in the workplace. I understand the male sensibility. I love men and find that they often make the best friends. Needless to say, my women friends are very special, because I don’t know too many I can truly relate to.
Now my friend turned 46 today. I called him and wished him a happy day, and it felt like we had just seen each other yesterday, although it has been 20 years; 32 since I moved away to California. I feel blessed to have a friend who has known me this long. It’s a rare thing in today’s world. Many friendships seem superficial these days. People are too busy to keep in touch. But not me and my old friend. We will always be in each other’s hearts.
Readers who have been with me since the beginning of my blog might remember my friend Richie. He was diagnosed with cancer last year and went through surgeries, procedures, chemotherapy, and radiation. And…he’s in remission! I was happily surprised when Rich and his wife Cheri dropped in last week…from Kentucky!
Rich looks great. Due to his past illness, he dropped about 80 pounds. He still looks to me like the young boy who was my first friend when I moved to California at age 14. I had a huge crush on him and he tried to “get away” but…I was persistent. We became good friends and later we dated for over a year. We both worked at Xerox at the same time as technical representatives (i.e. machine technicians – the guys and gals who come to your office and fix the copiers). Rich still works there, but is no longer a roving tech.
Rich, his wife Cheri, and 6 year old daughter Maddie are happily ensconced in Kentucky now. They really like the people out there and the apparent neighborly concern everyone has for each other.
If Rich stays in remission for 5 years, he will be considered cured. I should not say “if”- I mean “when”!!
Richie and me last week.