a bath in 3 tiers

oh how i love a bath! drawn out - - emerging from the suds pink as a lobster...everything else obscured by steam. oh happy day!

my bath - - or shall i say, plumbing has personality....the bath is no sit and steam affair. rather, it becomes after a 3 part process. the first step is to fill the tub with hot water until roughly a third full - when the water becomes cool. wait 10 minutes for more hot water - fill tub to half full. add more hot water again after the 10 minute waiting period and soak.

now at first, this process really pissed me off. the thermostat on the ailing water heater is already set to "High". however, i can adapt. the bath has become a 3 part ritual now - - prior to ever even getting in. the first 10 minute wait is an opportune time to put away dishes (not wash them) hence, prolonging the 10 minute water-reheat wait time. the second wait-period is often spent wandering around the internet sending "gifts" to friends on facebook (throwing snowballs, sending "tangy" plants, and such)...and then it is time for that final addistion of hot water and i'm in.

yes, it is a process - but i've become used to this drawn out experience. the landlords aren't concerned about repairing, or replacing the handicap-placard-entitled water heater - so this is the deal, for now.

i do love an old place with lots of character...but i think i might hold out for a place that doesn't have "Joad" crossed out on the mailbox next go round.

...mmmmm...tiny bubbles....

Smokin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

love. it!!!

"the holidays - when families get together and fall into familiar dysfunction"

stick a fork in it & call it done!

my dad has many priceless dad(isms)...but i find this one to be the best measure when trimming the fat.

"....when you've mistaken my kindness for stupidity, we're done"

ouch & amen!

oh! this old thing.....?!

i love a city. although, waking up to a certain city smell is a very disturbing thing when you open your eyes from your bed in your cottage in redding, california. let's just say my plumbing is doing the reverse boogie and i can hear the water in the walls.....oh, dear landlord.....

frozen pudding

i think i'll pass on indulging in that new england "treat". but i am looking forward to my road trip...though several months away - doesn't stop me from breaking out the map and dreaming a little bit every day. maine to the florida keys....sans frozen pudding! if you have any tips, or favorite spots along the eastern seaboard worth checking out, feel free to leave them here. i thank you kindly :)

an admission

now i can understand this. i was once told that there comes a time when you can no longer recall certain things...like voices, scents....and i don't think that that is true across the board because there are people that i can recall and things about them that still have the capacity to stop me in my tracks every time. however, i do understand now.....that it isn't so easy to recall some things that were once so vivid about a person. this realization brings neither sadness, nor relief...but an admission of the fact.

Shhhhhhhhhh!

Oh! I'm sorry. Were we talking about you? Did I miss something; because I'm quite certain I was trying to tell you something about me.

where is my mind?

you know it is going to be quite a day when you wake up at 6:27 and needed to be at work by 6:15. luckily, they wait for you - - and are also kind enough to wait for you to arrive before going for coffee. however, in the frantic rush that is your 30 minute window to get ready - you put on jeans that ride too low and a shirt that wants to roll up like a window shade....bad combo, especially if you ride a scooter....being cold is only a mild side effect. throw my lunch together (soup, in a plastic container) and store it in the undercarriage of the scooter....begin day.

again, the jeans....low riders that aren't good for hiking either. take a step, adjust, take a step, adjust...the hem of the jeans squishing in the mud. finish outreach early, return to scooter...find spilled soup...note to self: wash every article of clothing left in the undercarriage and blow dry permit.

do over. anyone????

Battle of the Goose Handle Umbrellas

This is what the sky looks like in Redding, California before it opens up and hurls buckets of rain down...thunder, lighting and a preview of winter? Hopefully.

One Step Closer

Okay, wow...is it really well into the first week of November already?

Halloween was spent hanging out at the Glover household and accompanying the Chrisz wheeling (yes, he had a cushy wagon) the Drewster around the neighborhood to trick or treat. Meanwhile, the Glover fort was helt down by K.C. who played "Trick or Wine"...red, or white was offered up to appropriately aged...or costumed (ha!) parents. The Weinermobile made an appearance in front of Dervin's house - - she snapped and sent pictures as evidence...btw, I'm still waiting for my WeinerWhistle, missy!!!

Tuesday night...what a night! Barbi and I watched the election at one of the dem parties in town. The mood was ecstatic...I still have a smile on my face.