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It Was a Dark and Stormy Night...
It really was too. A few nights ago, Steve was replacing the lighting fixture over our breakfast table with a much better fan, he was just about done and he went out front to put the fuse back on when he nearly tripped over something.
He almost tripped because it was about 8:00 at night and was pitch black out. Plus a storm was about to hit and the only light (besides the porch light) was coming from the lightning bolts. It was really windy too!
What did he almost trip over? A lost 30 pound black dog! Seems to me, if you're a dog who's bolted from a neighbor's yard, been dumped by a callous moron or just out for a friendly stroll by yourself-we're the house you want to stop at and visit/ask for help.
As soon as Steve realized what was "underfoot", he called me outside. No need to tell me why-Lucky was barking up a storm and smelling the bottom of the front door. Pepper was darting all over the place.
Poor girl was so frightened! She was crying, tears running down her face and panting. While Steve got some water and Lucky's leash, I began checking for ID tags. Thank goodness! "Clio" had a personal piece of jewelry that also had an emergency phone number.
We took her into the yard and let Lucky get used to her-that was a loud event, but Clio was a very good guest and just looked at her hostess as if to say, "Thank you. I'm so glad I came here."
We hoped that we could reach someone before our bedtime. Steve called her "Dad". The neighbor was very grateful. He said someone must have unlatched the gate. He had been gone all day and was just coming home from work. He'd would be right over.
The wind was howling, the lightning gave a beautiful show and the thunder was loud enough that our neighbors couldn't possibly hear Lucky yapping. It was also over 100 and uncomfortably humid. Ick!
In a very few minutes, "Clio's" dad arrived and Steve brought her out to his car. Just in time too-as soon as Steve shut our door the rain began coming down as hard as we've ever heard. The entire evening had me wondering why anyone would leave their dog out in 110 degrees all day-but maybe I baby my fur babies more than others.
The storm came and went in about an hour. Several neighbors lost some trees from the wind, some lost power and a few had "leakage" from the force of the wind blowing the rain into the window frames.
But at least, thanks to us, one little dog was safe and happy. In that dark a car could've easily run over her, a coyote could have attacked her or she could have gotten herself hopelessly lost in the wash.
Thank goodness for her guardian angel. Stay safe little Clio.
Happy Birthday Jackson!
As hard as it is to believe-our youngest grandson turned 1 this week! On August 5th last year, our son, daughter Sam (the mom-to-be) spent the day waiting for the hospital to call and tell them to come in for her inducement.
We all knew that even at one week early-it was his "time" to join us all in the open world. It was estimated that he was over 9 pounds! A size, I'd like to point out, that his dad (who was born at 33-1/2 weeks) didn't reach until his was about 3 months old-maybe a tad older!
Our daughter, son-in-law and older grandsons all met us in the waiting room. We waited and waited. We found coffee and treats, watched the TV in the waiting room and waited some more. Alex took the boys home, Sarah stayed with us for a while and then went on home-they had work the next day.
About mid-night we realized that August 5th was NOT going to be Jackson's birthday and left Sam and Adam to forge on. Poor Sam! Poor Adam (he'd been a wreck waiting for this highly anticipated event in his life!).
At 6 a.m. or so, Adam called to tell us it wouldn't be much longer. We quickly dressed, fed the pets and pottied the dog and took off! We went to a nearby bagel store and got breakfast for the brand new set of parents and ourselves and headed up to labor and delivery.
Jackson had arrived! 9 pounds and 5 ounces. Sam was justifiably exhausted but still a vision of beauty, with that beautiful "new mom" glow. Adam was giddy and Jackson was a perfect mix of both his parents.
Spring ahead to August 6th (Wednesday): Jackson is now walking, eating table food, drinking out of his sippy cup and has quite the sense of humor (definitely takes after all his relatives). He loves playing peek-a-boo, throwing balls to the dogs, reading books and his cousins. He has a hearty laugh, a wonderful disposition and looks exactly like his dad.
What's next? We're all very interested in finding out-and comparing it to his day of birth, we're holding it with the same amount of anticipation.
As many of you know from several of my blogs-finding friends is not exactly an easy task. Steve and I are not the most religious of people, so despite being invited to join a Temple that is more of a social group, that's not the best of places for us to find like-minded friends-couples or not.
However, thanks to that day we were shopping at the outlet mall and met our closest friends-we've stagnated.
I, personally, took advantage of our housing tract's personal website and invited anyone over for coffee or to take a walk-3 people have taken me up on the offer. The leader of our site came over and we had a nice chat. She left saying next time was her turn.
So far, all I've received at little notes on the site saying, "we'll do it soon, I promise". The first woman was the one who invited us to the makeshift temple. Steve and I have met this nice couple for lunch a couple of times. Unfortunately, we're a bit TOO much alike. Poor woman has had 2 surgeries and is getting ready for a third.
The last lady is our new neighbor across the street. We keep talking when I take Lucky for a walk-but she's on her fourth set of visitors.
Then I forgot! I joined the FaceBook page-Addicted to Anthem! I went on there and introduced myself. Now that seems to have worked for the moment! That day I met another woman who is also disabled. She can't walk, but we both do love our coffee! This morning a woman who does like to walk with her Chi/Jack Russell met with me at 7 and we walked our dogs for an hour! Yeah!
Saturday-another coffee date with a woman who wants to do both-walk and drink coffee! Plus, she's a fellow freelance writer!!!
Of course I can't really say any of these women will become my BFF, after all we've only had one "date". But I'm out there and trying to form a cohesive group for myself. Time will tell. In the meantime, it has been nice to share things with other women my age and get out of the house.
I'm Seeing Red
No, I'm not angry-just enjoying a bit of the color "red" around here. We are used to seeing reds, pinks and blues in the sunsets-but this morning was different!
Lucky had just finished her morning meal and I was taking her out into the yard when I heard a bird singing. That was just a tad odd-you see, the road runners make a weird sound that is both "peep" and "engine" in nature. The pigeons make a traditional "coo", the owls the "who" and the quail make a cluck-but this was a song.
I looked around and saw not one but two red birds! If I didn't know better I'd swear they were cardinals, but outside of the pro football team here, I doubt a cardinal hangs around the North side of Phoenix and in the Sonoran desert.
There they were on the block wall singing a song to what appeared to be just me and our tiny pooch. It was lovely. I wanted to snap a photo and share it with you but darn if the phone wasn't inside being charged.
Steve finally saw the family of cottontails the boys and I have been telling him about-he couldn't believe they were hiding in one of our shrubs. "Don't those rabbits know they're just begging to be stuck by those thorns?"
They're rabbits; I think they're just happy to find a source to have water (the drip system tubing), a bit of shade and protection from the rattlers and coyotes.
I was seeing a bit of red over a couple of unexpected medical bills though. As a woman, many of those who read this part will sympathize! I had to have an extra mammogram a while back. Six months before the technicians found "something" that turned out to be nothing but insisted they wanted a re-check. So I went. It took 4 long hours! Poor Steve had to entertain the boys during this event. This set of techs also saw "something", but on the other side. It too was just what I said, nothing. But I was happy they were so thorough.
Turns out our PPO does cover mammograms-but it does NOT cover extra views or ultrasounds! Imagine our chagrin when we received a bill for $500! GRRR.
Other "red" things this week-I was not happy to find out that a special "compound" my pain management doctor had ordered was still not close to being able to give me a price on. It's been almost a month, countless phone calls and then I was told, "We have to get this okayed by your PPO in California because we can't get approval here." That was over a week ago. I also asked, "Before you send it I need to know how much will this personal compound cost is going to cost me, how long does one tube last and is this something that I will need to use all the time or once it works over the course of time I can wean off of and not have the problem come back?"
I was told these were excellent questions and they'd have someone call. I'm guessing the questions were quite difficult since no one has bothered to contact me!
Luckily I'm seeing the doctor in a few days-maybe he or one of his assistants can do a bit more work and get me some answers.
Until then, I prefer to see the red birds and hear a song that anything that puts my checkbook or face "in the red".
Not in My Neighborhood!
Honestly, I wasn't sure how to approach the subject of having a sex offender in the neighborhood. I suppose I could have used the "S" word in the title and received a lot of hits.
It all started when I picked up the mail on Saturday. In the box along with a Blu-ray for Steve, a Time magazine and a couple of credit card offers (thank goodness no bills!) was "an IMPORTANT sex offender notification"!
In all my 56+ years-I've never received one of these before. But this one had the information that this person had "tied up and bound 3 juvenile females for a period of time and then released them."
Now our neighborhood watch leader is researching this information-because we all seemed to think it was illegal for a person such as this to live within a certain amount of square footage of a park and/or school. We have 3 pocket parks and a school up the street.
The entire situation alarmed us all-whether we had young children, no children or grandchildren who were visiting with any amount of consistency.
Personally, while I've interviewed Lenore Skynazy (the free-range mom) several times and agree with her on many points-I just can't feel comfortable allowing my grandsons to go across the street to the pocket park unless I'm right there with them. There's an entire desert wash which houses everything from rattlesnakes and bunnies to teenagers using the poor saguaros as target practice for their bb guns.
Sorry, not this grandma!
Obviously this means the chances of the boys wandering the neighborhood on their own is 0%.
But a lot of kids do wander around. Several parents were very vocal about this flyer on our personal website. Hence the leader checking into what, if any, options there are to keep this person away from all the kids.
Intellectually we all know we can't throw this person out because of his history-unless Arizona also states that he can't live within a certain amount of feet of schools and parks-but we also don't feel our children should feel threatened by who lives around them. The adults feel uncomfortable with the new information as well.
This news also arrived just as I received a writing assignment for, what else, how to keep latch key kids safe while walking home from school (or getting home from their bus stops)!
I think what we all fear the most is that for many of us, moving to the outskirts of the burbs was in some way a stand to make sure our kids could play outside without fear and now the fear is real and overt.
For the moment all of us are keeping that flyer in plain view of our phones-we have this man's name, his address and his parole officer's name and phone number.
What we hope is that he stays to himself; away from the kids and that we NEVER have the opportunity to use the information.
Gotta Love a Great Musical
I don't usually do reviews-but I'm going to tell you about a feel good, toe-tapping movie! Yes, a movie. I know, over the course of the last 8 years I've probably told you that sitting in a movie theater for 2 hours is more a "literal" pain than pleasure-but today I will admit that watching this movie was worth the "ouch" factor.
A little background, in another life I was a musical theater dancer. Even though I "hung up" the Capizios at age 31, seeing a show all these years later brings tears to my eyes. While in New York we got to see Aladdin. Fantastic!
Years ago Steve and I had a season of musicals at the LA Music Center-one of the shows was "Jersey Boys". Frankie Valli had always been one of our favorites and we loved every minute of the story and music. We even saw it with the original cast members!
We also were lucky enough to see Frankie Valli in person about 5 years ago. He was, at that time close to 75 and put on a great performance.
You know what's next! We saw the Clint Eastwood movie version of "Jersey Boys" this week. It was fabulous! The music can't be beat and he used the original Broadway cast which was an extremely smart move! We both went out feeling happy and glad that we hadn't waited for the Blu-ray version from Netflix. We were humming the songs happily for the full 20 mile drive.
In fact, it was so much fun to watch-I still asked Steve to put it on our queue.
There's also nothing like a "date". This summer we've had the boys every day except for Saturday and Sunday-and Sunday night has seen them join us by bedtime due to their parents new summer working hours. A day off to be empty-nesters was just what we needed.
Thankfully there is also this wondrous and budget- friendly price of $5 on matinees for people over 55. Sometimes, we actually love getting older.
Next week? We know we'll be having bone scans, watching the boys (including Jackson) and doing our usual chores-so we feel justified in at least taking the length of the drive and the movie for ourselves.
After last week's post, I realized that I've been doing this blog for 8 years. It's changed in looks and topics and like me, it seems to have found a niche.
Hope you all had a great Independence Day! Hard to believe that we're into the last half of 2014!