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I've had a rich past, yet am making a new one with plenty of life's experiences to draw from! I invite you to come along and see what trouble I get into. I'll blog about my life, present, past... whatever comes to mind at the time. I'll try not to be too serious most of the time, heck we get enough of that just living. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Happy New Year! For the mirroring blog series we do on Saturdays:
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Our funny friend David McClain   has pointed up in his blog how a dog would be so much better than a wife (woman) for companionship. Well now....seems like we could use a little equal time.Husbands, men, are no luxury to have around for companionship either. I’d rather have a rosebush. You know why? 1. The thorns are visible. 2. They smell better. 3. You don’t have to put on the toothpaste cap. 4. You can leave the lid down on the toilet. 5. You don’t need to pick up their clothes. And then there is: 1. No snoring. 2. No blaming PMS for everything. 3. No sports blaring on television 4. No cooking for them. 5. No arguing over the remote. And of course: 1. They never make lists over five. 2. Act like a baby when they catch a cold. 3. Cry when you cut them back. 4. Ask you to go to the car/boat show. 5. Scratch in public. A rosebush doesn’t ask to go with you, or what are you doing now, or......heck, a rosebush doesn’t fart either. You don’t need a big old black skillet to whomp ‘em upside the head, or to apologize for glaring at the stupid comments they make about boobies or butts, or....Wahooo.... hell, I’m going to go trade mine in for a pank one right now.  Just kidding...sort of.  Now Lance you know I love you....but getting flowers nine months of the year is tempting! |
| We had have a water leak in our shower, you know the slow drip, drip, drip kind. The kind you can close the shower door and ignore...until you awake in the middle of the night and begin to concentrate on nothing else, Gr-r-r-r. Actually, we asked my son to have it fixed while we were away. Apparently...(cough) the plumber didn't know what kind of fixture it was, so they had to...take a photo of the valve and send it to various companies to identify it. Yup, let's all roll our eyes in amazement. So, I call them Monday because the leak is now rapid, or as I said to the gal on on the phone, "Let's just say the slow leak is now where I don't have to turn on the shower to get one." She laughed. I was not. I was told the actual plumber would get back to me. To my utter amazement he did call about 1/2 hour later! Then he told me we had a ...Groehe™ fixture. Well heck, I could have told him this and saved them the two week, "collaboration of what shall we do?". He also said, "The part has been ordered and should be in Wednesday or Thursday and we'll get it installed right away." This morning at 7:30 the plumber calls, "We'll be there at 10 a.m. Monday to fix your shower leak." Hm-m-m-m-m, ya think I can trade our water bill for their parts and installation bill?  I don't know what ever possessed them to name theior company Qwik Plumbing. Uh-h-h, they can't even spell.Okay, then there is the matter of query letters. Everywhere I research agents, each company has a format for submissions. Each one varies a tad, but they all think you should have a paragraph that sells your book. A PARAGRAPH??? I found one who didn't say exactly those rules...and was a junior agent looking to expand their list, so off I sent three pages and a five page sample. I was so excited to have hit send after agonizing for days over it. The next morning I looked in my mailbox at the letters sent...so I could kinda...(hangs head)  well...admire my hard work. E-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-k...I found two glaring errors. I need my head examined. How many times do I set things aside for a few hours or a day to gain an objectivity? A gazillion. But did I do it with this letter? Heck no. At least I put in the title. I don't expect to hear anything for weeks, if ever. Oh well, with every one I do I learn a little more. I just hope there are enough agents that one of these days I get it right.You didn't think I shut up already did you? Just one last thing...I submitted something for publication this week, and I heard back within 3 hours. Thank gawd they have some patience with me. Just for some yucks, I'm going to copy and paste the reply I got...(I submitted one of the weeks of the series...about going to the Democratic Convention in NYC...for those of you who remember it.) Remember this is copied and pasted directly...."Your story is interesting, and I'll be happy to include it, but it needs a little work. There are several things that appear to need context, and others that need editing. I can do the editing but you need to provide the context. Start by finishing the story. Your story takes you up to the march, and then just stops. I'm more intersted in what you did at the march and afterwards during the convention, than what you did in Georgetown (which is in DC, though your excerpt implies that it is in NYC). The Elizabeth Ray paragraph is a nice opening, but it doesn't go anywhere. It seems extraneous to whatever you did at the convention. And, it's incomplete. You need to either tie it into your story, or take it out. If you too these words straight from your memoir, that may explain some of your problems. You can't do that easily. Readers won't know what you wrote before. Use your memoir as the basis for your story, but put the explanatory context in your story. I look forward to reading your next draft." Maybe I don't want to publish afterall. |
| I came in to say hello, because everyone seems to think I’ve left the building. Not so fast...I paid for my membership this year, and by gosh I plan on using it. No way would I just leave, I've seen too many go and not come back. It hurts when you think they care. Soooo, I'll be blogging, just not daily. I don’t want talk politics here, this is the place I used to come to have some fun, and dang it I still plan on doing so. Granted it is going to be more sporadic than I like, but that’s life...we don’t always get what we want. So anyway, what have I been doing? Cleaning my desk, researching query letters and agents and staring at the thousands of words I have written trying to figure out how in the heck to condense it into something interesting enough to make an agent open my email and read my words. GOOD GRIEF...it is not easy. I suppose if it were easy everyone would be doing it. So, I thought I would share an attempt... Dear Agent to be, I am a straight-shooter. The kind of gal who will tell you like it was. Want to know what it was like to be an Air Force Brat, a teen bride and mother? Want to know what it feels like to be a young woman who gives up custody of her only child and goes to work in the biggest legal brothel, Mustang Ranch? How about co-founding a non-profit agency for ex-hookers and traveling to Washington DC to attend the First World Meeting of Hookers and stealing the spotlight? How about canvassing the rich and famous for donations to attend it? How about hanging out with David Kennedy and Dr. Hunter Thompson? Maybe you would like to know what it was like cooking pork chops for Florence Kennedy in a kitchen that Billie Holiday used to use, or marching at the 1976 National Democratic Convention with Bella Abzug? Okay then, starred in a Golden Globe nominated film, attended the Oscars, or worked on Days of Our Lives? How about if I told you I testified for the IRS against Joe Conforte (former Mustang Ranch owner) for income tax evasion got him convicted? He is still on the run in Brazil. How about if I told you I sold my first book in Jan. 1978, competed it in six months, was written up in Publishers Weekly and then the well-respected company was bought out and they never published another book? What if during the height of The Hillside Strangler case in Los Angeles I was driving down Sunset Blvd. and was being eyeballed by a guy in a Rolls Royce, and thought I had solved the case? If any of this piques your interest, I have the answers to all of these questions and then some I didn’t have room for. Sincerely, Nada Pretty dang awful I know. But it made me laugh so I tried another tact: Dear So and So, I am the female Forest Gump. I have the sound track of my life too. Gawd, so now you see my problem. It may not be as serious as politics, but it makes me laugh, and we all could use one. Back to my um-m-m research.... Seriously, all is okay here, hubby, son, dogs...our business sucks, my business sucks but I’m glad I had have the attitude of, “If not now, when?” |
| I thought I would be able to finish the series, with just an additional two more entries...but these past few weeks away from it made me realize I have lost my momentum. I tried to write during the flights, and I've tried on various occasions, but it just wasn't flowing like it had been. Perhaps this is the signal to me; now is time to pull away and get this book into shape. I find in order to do so, and continue to do the other things life has insisted I do, I have to give up something substantial, and thus, the most obvious is my blog. Blogging for years as I have, I think my blogging has not only run it's course, but it has not been something I feel I need right now. Besides, converting the hours I use to blog, to read and write comments...well, I would like to finish the book and it will take a substantial amount of devotion on my part. As much as I love all of you, I am going to have to retreat from Blogville until I can get my "baby" birthed. I promise to come back in and tell you of my progress now and then...because without all of your support I couldn't have felt confident enough to try the book again. I am sure it is going to be much better than 30 years ago, largely because if your comments, unflagging support and suggestions. Hubby and I are going on a cruise over the Christmas holidays...and I'm hoping I will be well on my way to having an agent and submissions by then. That way, I could be blogging from sea...once again. It's something to aim towards. I know I will come in and read your blogs, I consider you friends and want to know how your lives are going...I won't be commenting every time I do...but will let you hear from me now and then. This is going to be harder on me than you! Whatever my outcome on the book...you are a part of it. Oh...if anyone has a good title for the book (since you read the series), please send it on, I'm stumped! Take care, I shall return...hopefully triumphant and full of great stories! |
| Last night we could barely stay awake until 8 pm. The jet lag was amazing, but we gave in shortly after 8 and slept until 6 or so this morning. I have to admit, I feel almost normal. Of course the term normal is relative to how I normally feel. I've just spent some time uploading photos to my album...I have samples of everything in there, including the people, swans, rooms, airplane interiors...etc. For those of you who don't want to hear some of the underlying things about our trip, go ahead, feel free to scroll down and jump straight to the photos. I may be about to spoil some things for some of you. Okay....normally I like telling you all about the fabulous parts of our trips...because I know I am very fortunate to get to experience some things none of you will get to. But in doing so I risk some people feeling envious, and perhaps resentful in some cases. I won't apologize for it, but I've decided to break with the usual by telling you some of the parts I normally leave out in order to give the reader a more glamourous version. This is not going to be the new norm with me though, don't worry. Let me preface this by saying I am not complaining, but in the interest of fairness, let me give you some of the real perspective, from the couple who travel as "disabled". Last night as I read aloud some of the comments left to my blog written on the airplane, Hubby began to laugh. I asked him, "What is so funny?" "I was just imagining what people would say if you had taken photos of the parts of the trip like it really was. You know, the truth none of them see but you and me." And thus, I feel compelled to share the other side of our travels. I suppose it begins long before we leave...with the anticipation of all things "new" for hubby. I mean since he is in a wheelchair, you have no idea of how things are. It used to be exciting to travel, but with any amount of diminished capabilities, physically speaking, each thing you encounter outside of your comfort range is less an adventure than it is a challenge. The airport for example. The extra time they take to search a traveler, making them suffer particular indignities because they cannot just walk through the normal security measure...he must hand me his coat, shoes, belt, cane, wallet, and then be separated from me...who is now forced to juggle not only my stuff through the security measures, but remember to put his cane etc. through...and remember to get my computer, backpack, purses, jackets, two pairs of shoes, etc. and then meet up with him in another area...while trying to hang onto our minimally brought "stuff". Of course in our arsenal of necessities is a urinal. That is just for on the plane...prior to boarding he must go to a disabled restroom...alone...and unfortunately what is in those places is too disgusting to put here. For modesty purposes I carry it in a Ralph Lauren or other designer shoe bag, along with a washcloth and paper towels. Needless to say he doesn't often drink anything for hours beforehand. He cannot stand and do a step onto the airplane, so at that point of the pre-boarding, attendants try to help him to our seat. Often they are not trained properly in getting someone up, so they tend to jerk him upwards, and then think because he is on his feet, he can stand. He can't, and begins to slump...when they jerk him back up. Thank goodness we have business class seats (because he worked hard to be able to buy them), only a few steps from the door. Already I'm starting to mentally rummage my purse for some Tylenol...I take his "clam" seat he uses to assist him to get up from his wheelchair, and carry that, alone with everything else, to our seat. I stow everything I can over the seat, getting those things I know we will need for the next 10 1/2 hours of flight time. Once he is in the seat, he is down for the flight. That will mean the use of the urinal, under the blanket, hopefully his pants won't get wet. He passes it to me in the bag, and I go to the restroom and empty, rinse and dry it. How often do you take going to the restroom for granted when flying? Upon arrival, we are always the last ones off of the plane. We have to wait for his wheelchair to come out of the luggage area and be delivered to the plane. Again, he is helped up and I try to gather up the necessities. Now I mentioned in my blog about our room having only a tub, therefore the necessity of having to find another room, one with a roll-in shower. Well, did I mention it was Fashion Week in London? Well, finding a room for a disabled person on such short notice does leave you...vulnerable in other ways. Our hotel was a good one, a 5-star hotel we had stayed in before, and we knew the room rate was high...especially when you consider the dollar to pound conversion of about $2 to one of their pounds. We had factored that in. However, when the concierge called to let us know they found a room with such a shower, it was across the street at the Intercontinental...but...it would be a one bedroom suite costing more than double our room rate. Gulp. I went to see it on my own first. The room/s was not as charming, BUT the shower was good, so back I went feeling bad for the additional cost, yet glad one was available. Getting around London in a wheelchair is...well, let's just say we were happy we had seen the big sights on other trips, which will explain the lack of scenic photographs. I won't go into more of the underbelly of the trip, but I doubt I will ever forget the $1,600 a NIGHT hotel room...or the banks failing... or trade any of the experiences to have been with Scarlett  ! Anyway, here are the promised photos in my album...perhaps you will see them in a new light.   |
| 30,000 feet above land and here I am, blogging! OMG...and if I told you I’m in seat 11A, which folds into a bed with a down pillow and a duvet (and a mattress pad), has a footstool, private movie theater for my seat with 83 movies and gawd knows how many tv, music and other choices...would you think it’s too much? I do, sort of. Oh well, I’ll suffer through the 11 hour flight with a cocktail and yummy tidbits like olives, nuts, cheese and who knows what they are about to serve...while I blog. After that will be time to choose between: Pan Seared New Zealand Lamb loin on grilled sweet-corn, celeriac gratin with buttered spinach and mint pesto....OR... Roast Cod on yuzu braised fennel with grilled baby leeks and Chardonnay, red pepper, caper and macadamia salsa (sustainably fished cod)... OR..... Roast Chicken Breast with oyster sauce on ginger and Chinese chive roast butternut with sprouting broccoli...OR... Light choice salad of hot smoked salmon with mango, pecans, avocado and baby gem with lime and tahini dressing. I would go on, but you get the gist. It’s absolutely amazing what they do now on airplanes. This is a birthday gift almost beyond belief! Okay, enough of the plane, let me fill you in on the past few days. Scarlett and her hubby left on Tuesday after our second fire alarm, so I walked back to our hotel, hoping to leave Murphy behind. Richard and Dom were due at our hotel an hour later, so it would help ease the sadness I felt seeing my friend go home. Scarlett is everything I thought she would be and then some. You couldn’t have a sweeter, more sensitive friend who would be as crazy as me! Lance and I expected them just past lunch, and right on time they pulled up in front of the hotel...in his lovely white Rolls Royce. I saw the effervescent Dom glide out of the car, as always in a feminine dress just slightly over the top, stylish platforms and that unforgettable French smile. Richard was handing over the keys and looking ever so dapper in an English Country style suit and tie. As the glass entrance doors burst open, no longer able to contain the large personalities I heard Dominque squeal with delight at spotting us there, her French accent as thick as ever! We hugged and let the frou-frou settle a bit as we took seats in the staid British wing chairs. Between her French accent, Richard’s British and our American accents, it’s a complete wonder any of us understood the flurry of conversation. Here are Lance, Richard and Dominique at our hotel: ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Adding to the excitement was, no doubt, a few Bloody Marys, now taking hold. Whe laugh, chatted and squealed for a few hours, finally deciding that the next day Richard would come pick us up and drive us to the country, to see Windsor Castle, have lunch on the river at a small country inn, then go to their house on the river Thames for a drink. We decided it would be prudent to leave the rolls at...”Sleepy Hollow”, their home, and take a cab to their restaurant, The Tigers Pad. It was where they met 12 years ago, when Dom was a cook there. Richard would come home from Pinewood Studios with a few of his mates, and invariably they ended up in the bar/restaurant for some fine Indian food. The rest of it is history...the wedding, honeymoon and so on. That is exactly how we spent our Wednesday, and the food and company was lovely, Thus the earlier photos of the swans, and of their restaurant. Then we got to see some of the countryside, include the quaint, touristy area surrounding Windsor Castle. I chose drive-by photos of the castle, simply because the Queen was in residence for a festival of one sort or another. You know me, not one to disrupt Her Royal Highness. Here is one of Windsor Castle’s Gates: ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Here I am with her at the restaurant, The Complete Angler on the River Thames. (Can't help but notice she thinks it is summer, I'm freezing!) ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** And a photo of their home, Sleepy Hollow, on the river Thames: ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** And a photo of their boat, Spice Island, docked in back of their home: ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** We met their dog Misty, and fed the swans and ducks from the back end of the boat...and amazing experience. I can’t remember ever eating such tasty and spicy Indian food, but eat it I did...I’m so adventurous. Soon enough it was time to leave the countryside of Marlowe and be driven back to downtown London. The next day was Thursday, our last full day in London, so we thought we would spend it alone and take a walk, maybe have lunch at an outdoor cafe. Hubby had rented an electric cart for the week, a crappy broken down thing, but it did allow him a bit of a go on his own, without me pushing. We made it about as far as Scarlett’s hotel had been, as the curb-cuts were sometimes done right, and others totally frightening to encounter. So we had some Italian food at her sidewalk cafe, sitting in the lovely sunshine, watching people and momentarily forgetting the banking world was turned on it’s ears. Then it was time for me to pack. Ugh. Tomorrow I’ll share more pics,maybe upload into an album. I need to find out which ones Scarlett is putting out here...heh-heh. |
| I have to say, we leave the USA and dang if the banks don't react. If I would have known, we would have...oh heck wouldn't have done anything different! Outside of food and three postcards I've not spent a dime. I've come close to fainting when I do the math on prices...and what a time to be in London. Gawd, when Murphy decides to hang about it means bigger trouble than I would have imagined. Well, time to tell you what is going on. The jet lag is hanging in, despite sleeping late. We spent yesterday with Dominique and Richard, they took us to ...well, a lovely hotel on the river Thames; MacDonald Compleat Angler, Marlowe, Buckinghamshire. Here you can see their website: www.macdonald-hotels.co.uk/compleatangler After a fabulous lunch they took us to their home on the river...and I will share pics later. Their home is on the river where they also dock their boat. There is loads of wildlife (near Windsor Castle actually) but my favorite have to be the swans that Dom feeds daily. They are a male and female with their five babies. The brown ones are the babies, only five moths old. Dom gets onro the back of the boat, holds up an orange tub with dry dog food, shakes it and does a clicking noise and soon I see the swans swimming over to her...amazing. Here they are, feeding: ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Pretty amazing, and of course the ducks came too! After sitting outside in their yard, which is quite chilly to we Californians, we got the opportunity to have dinner at their restaurant, the Tigerspad. Surprise...it is a delicious Indian restaurant. Usually picky this night I ate some of everything, spicy and all...it was fabulous. I'll have to try more often. Of course it was unique looking befitting Richard's film studio's background. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** You might be surprised to know that we have not seen one raindrop the entire time here. I told Scarlett I would bring some sunshine. Well, I have so much to fill you in on, but I am still zonked from the timechange, so want to take a nap...or try packing as we come home tomorrow. Sigh. Sorry I have not blogged or been able to comment as much as I thought...but oh well...not exactly like a cruise! See you when I get home!! |
| The dollar is not worth much in England...it's nearly $2.00 for 1£ (pound). But friendships can't be measured as easily. I never thought much about how much I would value online friendships, and I have met a few in person. I'll admit that I have felt a special bond with Scarlett, but who really knows if these things transfer in person? Maybe it is more a girlfriend thing, but she and I have hit it off for a few years, so it may be no surprise that we hit it off! It was as though we had been friends always. I suppose that's why we could act like a couple of kids last night at dinner. See? ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** I have tons of photos to share (and a few I promised never to reveal ), but I'll have to wait until I have more time to resize them. Anyway, today she and Hubby have gone back to Nottingham, and I miss her company already. However....there was someone I hope she sent packing....yep, Murphy! I'm not sure, but I think we had more than one Murphy here this trip...I'll explain. This morning Lance and I got up after sleeping in a bit. I discovered something about Scarlett and her hubby, they stay up late and sleep in. Not Lance and I, we sleep in, for us, until oh...7:30 and feel indulged. Scarlett and her hubby a tad later...and we are very jealous that they do. Anyway, I had showered, was finishing up my hair and makeup, Lance was stepping out of the shower and toweling off when we hear the very loud fire alarm and the following announcement...."Attention...all guests must evacuate the hotel immediately, and do NOT use the lift." We looked at each other, because yesterday we had heard the alarm and the same announcement, except it was preceded by an additional announcement, "This is a test, you may ignore the fire alarm and announcement." We waited for the...just kidding....however the towel-headed woman in Gucci sunglasses, with the blind son tapping a cane made us realize that there could be a threat greater than a kitchen grease fire here. Gawd. I got undies on, threw a pair at Lance, jumped into my track outfit, got jeans and a Polo shirt for Lance, tore the four rollers out of my hair, got shoes and sweaters, opened the safe to get our passports, my jewelry, a phone, the camera and his wheelchair...all this few minutes I looked outside and could see crowds of guests on the sidewalks, and we were trying to decide if we "go down with the ship" or get the heck out. We got the heck out, using the elevator, of course. Wheelchairs don't do flights of stairs well. I kept thinking, shouldn't they send up an employee to help with a handicapped guest? Apparently not. I guess it's the, "Keep a stiff upper lift" mentality of the Brits. God Bless the Queen and all. It was not an emergency....whew! Good thing because Dominique and Richard from our cruise two years ago were coming to reunite.....stay tuned for Scarlett's version of my goodbye visit to her hotel. I'll blog again when I'm not so freaked out...Love and thanks to all of you tuning in.... |
| Frankly Scarlett, I give a damn! I would love to write a blog tonight, but I am nearly past the point of coherency...you can laugh, I know I usually am. So instead I shall rely on Confucious, "One picture is worth 10,000 words." ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** This was us, tonight...having a pre-dinner cocktail. Amazing that this is actually happening. She gives great hugs. More to come soon, and no..we haven't discussed WDC yet. Unbelievable, but true. Thanks for all of your warm wishes, we both appreciate them...shopping tomorrow... |
| Good grief, we have just flown nearly 6,000 miles and no Scarlett. It's now 6:25 pm, London time. Ok, she just called from her hotel, which supposedly is around the corner. We'll meet after a good night's sleep. We left home at noon on Friday, pretty confident we would make it to the airport a few hours ahead of our 4:30 pm flight. I was excited, hubby a bit apprehensive about flying for the first time since his heart surgery, but ever the good sport. This is what I wanted for my birthday, so he was being a trooper. Cesar was driving us to the airport, I sat in the back and about 35 minutes out of Ojai I handed hubby our e-tickets and passports. It wasn't five minutes and he said, "Why does my passport say, CANCELLED in red letters?" "Huh? Let me see that." He handed back his passport...OMG...I had mistakenly grabbed his old passport...the one that expired 7 years ago. "Uh, you better turn around Cesar, we have to go home to get his valid passport." Gawd. I did call Cesar's wife and ask her to run up to the house, go into my locking secret place...obviously no longer one, and fish out the correct one and meet us down the mountain at our mailbox. That would save us about 20 minutes...but still it was after one by the time we made it to our mailbox because...well, it's the law of Murphy... Of course I panicked and IM'd Scarlett from my cellphone...several times, but of course she had a life on Friday night and wasn't online. The last IM was something to the effect of, "If you hear from me again, we missed the plane." Naturally the traffic channel said there had been a 5 car crash, with injuries (sorry for their accidents, of course) but two lanes of the freeway were closed, just before the airport. My heart sank, how would we ever make it in time? Well duh, in our panic, we only heard "5 car traffic accident with injuries at the blah-blah exit at Los Angeles airport, highway patrol has just called a SIGALERT and closed two lanes..." As we approached where the backup should have begun the radio announcer said, "northbound"...we were going "southbound"! Once at the airport we had to eek by a police checkpoint (note to self: don't travel either side of 9-11) but no problem, and check-in was a breeze at New Zealand Airlines...and he had treated us to Business (or Priority) Class. They could not have been nicer with the wheelchair. Kudos. Ummmm, did I mention that there were only 4 seats on a row in this section? No? Well surely I mentioned the seats fold down into FLAT BEDS with a duvet and pillows, and sheets? No? And a fantastic snack, drinks, dinner and personal tv/videos and noise canceling headsets? And...and...Gawd, what a birthday present!! I love my Lance. Time to sleep...more tomorrow! |
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