Monthly Archives: January 2015

Am I ready for this

I looked at an apartment building for senior citizens.

It was very nice, and I think it would be practical and a good decision for me.

But, I wonder if I could postpone my readiness for this for another year.

Winding down

I’ll soon be up for a new lease for the blog, and I’m not going to renew it.

It was useful for the time, but now I’m going full head on with the book I’m writing, and a bit later will have my own website, constructed by my grandson.

But, for the next few months, please keep visiting this site until it’s totally gone.

I’ve had a great time putting up my daily travels and activities, but that is over for the time being.

Learning stuff

I love libraries.
I’m working on my yearlong journey book, and came to my time in Kirkwall, an Orkney Island, off of Scotland. The library in Kirkwall had a saying on the window, “Use Libraries and Learn Stuff”. Simple, but packed with wisdom. I spent some time in that library.
And then, yesterday, I got acquainted with the little Aromas Library and checked out some DVD’s and a book. The book, “The Man who Made Lists” by Joshua Kendall is about Peter Mark Roget. He created the Thesaurus, and that book right now sits next to me on my desk. It was a gift from my mother back in 1958.
I learned right away, from The Man who Made Lists, that thesaurus is a Latin word meaning treasure or treasury.
There, thanks to the library, I learned stuff.


The Hot Spot I have in the new place is used up. I only have 15 gigabytes, and if I go over that, it gets very expensive.

So, I drove over to McDonald’a to use wifi, and it wouldn’t work, so now I’m at Starbucks, and I cannot seem to copy and paste the blog stories so I can work on them tomorrow without using Wifi.

Frustration. I want to get on to the book, but I’m thwarted at every turn.


I have 95 % of a place to live

It’s almost done.

With Ron’s help today, almost everything in my cottage is set up and livable. There are still a few things to do, but it’s beginning to look like home.

The storage shed on the property is full, and there is enough stuff to alternate with what is in the cottage.

I will be selling some of it on Ebay. That is if I can figure out how to do it.


Holy Moly the stuff grows

I’m trying to stuff my stuff into a studio.

The stuff seems to grow. Where will it all go?

Goodwill will get a lot of it, and some of it is hard to give away. How do you do that?

Stuffing 77 years of stuff into a studio is not easy.

It’s almost a cozy nest

Sunday is the day my sons, and daughter’s in law will get the rest of my belongs out of storage and put them into the cottage.

Son, Ron is eager to help me decorate the place. He’s good at that.

It’s going to be a bit crowded until I can sell some items, and put some into the storage shed on the property.

But, it’s already looking comfortable. I love it.


Running errands

Isn’t it great when you have a list of ‘to-dos’ and you get it all done?

That was my day today. It began in Salinas, then Marina, Seaside, Salinas, Prunedale and back to Aromas.

A list helps a lot.

My latest find: a tajine.


Tajine: An earthenware pot Moroccans use to cook in. I have been wanting one of these since I learned of them in Morocco. They can be very elaborated in paint and detail, and lots of color. I’m thrilled with this white one.

In English, we spell it Tagine. I found this for $5 at the Goodwill in Watsonville. It is in perfect condition. Can’t wait to use it. Once I head to the grocery store. I’ve been waiting for five days for a chair delivery from Staples, so I don’t want to leave the cottage.

The cottage is hard to find the first time.

checkin’ out the ‘hood

Son, Larry and his wife, Sue brought me a nice couch that makes the room begin to look warm and inviting.

After they left, I checked out the ‘hood. I drove down Carpenteria to Carr and took that road east until it turned into De Anza, and stayed on it to the end. I passed black satisfied looking cows, chickens, ducks, goats, and green rolling hills.

I also went by nice farms, successful looking ranches with horses, and some old barns in various stages of aging and dying.

Then, all of a sudden an impressive entrance with a sign that said it was McAlpine Lake. It also mentioned that it was to be used only by guests. Well, let me tell you, I wouldn’t see anything in my life if I heeded those kinds of signs, so I drove into the park loaded with campers and trailers.

A lady and an evil eyed,  pit bull were on their way to a walk, and I stopped to ask her about the lake.

“It’s only for visitors, and a person has to pay even to walk around or to fish in the lake even if for only for a day.”

“I just moved to Aromas and I’m checking out the area. I’d just like to drive down to look at the lake, and I’ll be right back.”

“Okay, that sounds good. Go ahead.” She smiled and the dog looked nice at me.

There is a country store and a place to register for a day or for a longer time. I drove down to the lake, but couldn’t see too much, however, I did see some boats, some of which looked pretty big for a small lake.

On the way back, driving into the sunset, there were many inviting country roads, but guess that will be on another drive.

Before I turned on my road, I saw  a man with a horse, and the horse had lots of curly hair on its legs. That was something new to me, so I stopped and asked him about that, and learned that it’s normal for the horse to grow more hair during the winter.

The gentleman lives on my road.

So now I know three neighbors: the man with the horse, my daughter-in-law and son, who live across the road and up on a hill. They also have horses.