Monday was so strange. VT*Grand was at Summer Day Camp with a headache, her Mom was petsitting non-child-friendly dogs, and her Dad was away at a TKD event. So I got ready, grabbed some supplies and set off. I got as far as the car. There, inside my Mini was...a Wren! The poor thing either had just flown in as I opened the door or could have been there since Saturday (so glad I left the top popped up!), but looked good and flew off just fine. So I cleaned up after the bird and discovered that I didn't have VT*Grand's car seat! Grandad (Mah*Sweetie) had it in his car at work and he had to tend the work Queue (referred to at our house as "Q" - Star Trek reference). But he still kindly met me part way. It's a bit like driving an obstacle course to get anywhere these days, picking one's route through orange cones, road repairs and working around so many roads closed due to flooding. One has to be patient. It's hard to be patient, though, when your Grand is lying down with a headache and waiting for you! Two hours and a dose of Motrin later, everyone was feeling much better. But! As if my launch wasn't strange enough, reentry was stranger. As I stopped to fetch the mail from the mailbox, my new neighbour came running over asking if I know who owns a three-colour tiger cat with spots on the sides. As that describes Mizzen, I asked why; and she said, "Because I just saw one in your back yard, and it came over and was pawing my door and meowing!" Since Mizzen is an INDOOR cat I feared she had somehow gotten out before I left! A quick dash into the house revealed both ours were home after all. Odd way to meet one's new neighbour. A little surreal that her name is the same as the new Tropical Storm! Just such a strange day all around.
Quite an adventure, listener. I have two questions: Why didn't a children's camp have pain reliever and an adult responsible enough to administer it? And did you find out anything about the lost kitty?
They have a rule that the ONLY meds that can be administered to a child are meds that the child's parents sent with her. Unfortunately, there was no pain killer in Grand's backpack. However, after I purchased some and she had two doses of it, we put the bottle of it into her backpack, so if the headache should repeat, she's covered.
No new news about the kitty. I suspect the kitty wasn't lost, only visiting.
Close call [?] here with hotel reservations for San Diego job. The Navy travel office couldn't find civilian accommodations at the government. rate for the folks inbound for the court martial, due to the ComicCon. So they made a reservation for me at the base hotel. I cancelled my reservation at the old YMCA, then thought I should check out the base hotel; shoulda done it first. Granted that online reviews are often not reliable, seeing multiple recent reports of bedbugs and all-night partying rather put me off the idea. Granted also that I would probably be in the Bachelor Officers Quarters rather than the Bachelor Enlisted Quarters. But I think it best to stick with a place I know to be clean, reasonably quiet, and reasonably convenient. Fortunately I was able to reinstate my reservation at the (former) Y.
Alan, yes, you are much better off at the Y. It's been a good thirty-five years since I stayed at a Navy Lodge, and then it was scrupulously clean. But, those places are designed for families and one thing they are definitely not is quiet. And, frankly, I shouldn't think the BOQ would be quiet either. Thirty-five or forty years ago young, unattached officers tended to be swingers, shall we say. I don't even want to think what they are like today! The Y is a much more suitable place for you.
Vivie seems to be managing just fine. Listener, indeed, hiding under the couch did and does look pretty good. Dad and Sis did the first, rough clean up, but I am now starting the finer cleanup and it's a bit discouraging. Thank Heaven it was only part of the ceiling! We'll get it all sorted out eventually, but I do not cope well with disruption.
Another mostly cool cloudy day that I talked myself out of going to town, lol! Funny, as much as I know I'll enjoy the trip if I do make it, the planning on going is anti-anticipatory, sort of. And this has been true for going on 18 years now. I simply hate leaving this place. Go figure.
So, last night on my FB page I posted a series of songs by Kay Kyser (courtesy of YouTube), ranging from 1942 through 1948. The venture wasn't as big a success as I'd hoped, but I got a few Likes and a couple of comments. And this one woman said to me, "You can't possibly remember Kay Kyser!" Well, duh! I was polite, explaining that I got interested in Big Band Swing as a teenager, and Kyser is one of my favorites - when he swings. I donno. She didn't mean any harm. It just struck me kind'a strange. I mean, would she say, "Surely you don't remember Rachmaninoff," would she?
I agree, Cat. Music doesn't stop being music when the composer's contemporaries all die. There is a tendency in our parents' generation to converse about the good old days, and memories become more precious the older we get. She was thinking from her own perspective, not seeing from yours, or seeing the bigger picture.
Cat, at a party long ago, a guy playing the piano was requesting requests. I asked for "When the Lights Go on Again, All Over the World." He whirled on the bench and looked me square in the eye and said: You're not old enough to know that song.
And I wasn't. But my mother loved it and sang it long after the war years.
Thank you Howard Dean for the Dean Community!
ReplyDeleteCatreona, I posted the photo of "Mizzen getting a Facial courtesy of sister Spinnaker" in honour of Vivie Kitty. =^. .^=
ReplyDeletePhotos have now been posted through July 22nd! :-)
ReplyDeleteGrammie to the Rescue!
ReplyDeleteMonday was so strange. VT*Grand was at Summer Day Camp with a headache, her Mom was petsitting non-child-friendly dogs, and her Dad was away at a TKD event. So I got ready, grabbed some supplies and set off. I got as far as the car. There, inside my Mini was...a Wren! The poor thing either had just flown in as I opened the door or could have been there since Saturday (so glad I left the top popped up!), but looked good and flew off just fine. So I cleaned up after the bird and discovered that I didn't have VT*Grand's car seat! Grandad (Mah*Sweetie) had it in his car at work and he had to tend the work Queue (referred to at our house as "Q" - Star Trek reference). But he still kindly met me part way. It's a bit like driving an obstacle course to get anywhere these days, picking one's route through orange cones, road repairs and working around so many roads closed due to flooding. One has to be patient. It's hard to be patient, though, when your Grand is lying down with a headache and waiting for you! Two hours and a dose of Motrin later, everyone was feeling much better. But! As if my launch wasn't strange enough, reentry was stranger. As I stopped to fetch the mail from the mailbox, my new neighbour came running over asking if I know who owns a three-colour tiger cat with spots on the sides. As that describes Mizzen, I asked why; and she said, "Because I just saw one in your back yard, and it came over and was pawing my door and meowing!" Since Mizzen is an INDOOR cat I feared she had somehow gotten out before I left! A quick dash into the house revealed both ours were home after all. Odd way to meet one's new neighbour. A little surreal that her name is the same as the new Tropical Storm! Just such a strange day all around.
Quite an adventure, listener. I have two questions: Why didn't a children's camp have pain reliever and an adult responsible enough to administer it? And did you find out anything about the lost kitty?
DeleteThey have a rule that the ONLY meds that can be administered to a child are meds that the child's parents sent with her. Unfortunately, there was no pain killer in Grand's backpack. However, after I purchased some and she had two doses of it, we put the bottle of it into her backpack, so if the headache should repeat, she's covered.
DeleteNo new news about the kitty. I suspect the kitty wasn't lost, only visiting.
Close call [?] here with hotel reservations for San Diego job. The Navy travel office couldn't find civilian accommodations at the government. rate for the folks inbound for the court martial, due to the ComicCon. So they made a reservation for me at the base hotel. I cancelled my reservation at the old YMCA, then thought I should check out the base hotel; shoulda done it first. Granted that online reviews are often not reliable, seeing multiple recent reports of bedbugs and all-night partying rather put me off the idea. Granted also that I would probably be in the Bachelor Officers Quarters rather than the Bachelor Enlisted Quarters. But I think it best to stick with a place I know to be clean, reasonably quiet, and reasonably convenient. Fortunately I was able to reinstate my reservation at the (former) Y.
ReplyDelete--Alan
Whew, Alan! So glad that worked out! Good for you checking in time.
DeleteAlan, yes, you are much better off at the Y. It's been a good thirty-five years since I stayed at a Navy Lodge, and then it was scrupulously clean. But, those places are designed for families and one thing they are definitely not is quiet. And, frankly, I shouldn't think the BOQ would be quiet either. Thirty-five or forty years ago young, unattached officers tended to be swingers, shall we say. I don't even want to think what they are like today! The Y is a much more suitable place for you.
DeleteVivie seems to be managing just fine. Listener, indeed, hiding under the couch did and does look pretty good. Dad and Sis did the first, rough clean up, but I am now starting the finer cleanup and it's a bit discouraging. Thank Heaven it was only part of the ceiling! We'll get it all sorted out eventually, but I do not cope well with disruption.
ReplyDeleteRE the kitties in the photo: It's nice to have a friend when you need one. *grin*
ReplyDeleteAnother mostly cool cloudy day that I talked myself out of going to town, lol! Funny, as much as I know I'll enjoy the trip if I do make it, the planning on going is anti-anticipatory, sort of. And this has been true for going on 18 years now. I simply hate leaving this place. Go figure.
ReplyDeleteIf you find a place you don't want to leave, that's a precious thing. Of course, going to town is sort of a good thing too. ;)
DeleteNot sure if I'm amused or irritated.
ReplyDeleteSo, last night on my FB page I posted a series of songs by Kay Kyser (courtesy of YouTube), ranging from 1942 through 1948. The venture wasn't as big a success as I'd hoped, but I got a few Likes and a couple of comments. And this one woman said to me, "You can't possibly remember Kay Kyser!" Well, duh! I was polite, explaining that I got interested in Big Band Swing as a teenager, and Kyser is one of my favorites - when he swings. I donno. She didn't mean any harm. It just struck me kind'a strange. I mean, would she say, "Surely you don't remember Rachmaninoff," would she?
I agree, Cat. Music doesn't stop being music when the composer's contemporaries all die. There is a tendency in our parents' generation to converse about the good old days, and memories become more precious the older we get. She was thinking from her own perspective, not seeing from yours, or seeing the bigger picture.
DeleteCat, at a party long ago, a guy playing the piano was requesting requests. I asked for "When the Lights Go on Again, All Over the World." He whirled on the bench and looked me square in the eye and said: You're not old enough to know that song.
ReplyDeleteAnd I wasn't. But my mother loved it and sang it long after the war years.
"When the Lights Go on Again, All Over the World." [Click]
ReplyDelete"There's a Long, Long Trail A-Winding" [Click]
Another version, on an Edison record. [Click]
Keep the Home Fires Burning [Click] Beautiful--but I have difficulty discerning the words, so opened the following link in another window:
Keep the Home Fires Burning--Lyrics [Click]
And now I had better hit the sack.
--Alan