Check The Tags

A little over four years ago Hubby Tony and I upgraded to a queen sized mattress. Since that time I've made the bed using the original sheets purchased at a thrift store (percale in the warm weather, and flannel when it turned cold). As you might imagine, they were getting a little threadbare.

This spring I invested in some lovely pima cotton sheets, which are soft, smooth, and luxurious. And as an added bonus, there are tags inside the fitted sheet that say "Long Side" and "Short Side" which help immensely when putting it on the bed. No more guessing which side goes where.

I hope I can find something similar when it's time to get a new set of flannels this fall.

 Five years ago: Walk of Trust

Maybe? Hopefully.

Today was the fifth day after Hubby Tony and I received notice that we may have been exposed to Covid. Since then we've followed the CDC guidelines to the letter, wearing a mask any time we were around other people.

Tony's had absolutely no issues or symptoms. On Wednesday I woke up feeling a little wheezy and short of breath. I also had a runny nose, headache, scratchy throat, and not much energy. Based on my symptoms, I used one of the two Covid tests from the stash in the linen closet. It was negative. (Later in the day I saw cottonwood floating through the air and realized that my issues were allergy-related.) 

On Thursday Tony picked up his allotment of free Covid test kits from Walgreens. Since there's only two of us in the house it didn't make sense for me to get mine right now. This morning after breakfast we broke out the last of the old test kits and each used one. Both tests were negative. 

Good thing, because we have plans to hang out with a group of friends on Sunday.  Although everyone in the group is vaccinated and boosted, some of the people have pre-existing conditions and I don't want to put anyone at risk. Erring on the side of caution, right after I got the exposure notification I contacted the organizer and explained the situation.  She checked around, and let me know that we were welcome as long as we wore masks inside, which we were already planning to do. (The group is OK with us being maskless outside.)

I know that the CDC's  recommended ten day period is only half over and technically we're not out of the woods yet, but every day that passes makes the possibility of having Covid less and less likely.

The Midday Sack

Did you know that National Brown-Bag-It-Day happens on May 25th each year? I didn't.

According to the folks at the National Day Calendar website, the day "recognizes the benefits of packing your lunch for work or school". I'm not in school and don't go to a physical location for work, but my schedule is always filled and you'll usually find me carrying my insulated, zebra-print lunch bag out to the car in the morning when I leave the house. 

And when I carry my insulated, zebra-print lunch bag out to the car, there's a good chance the contents will look like they do pretty much every day. My standard meal is a couple of cups of cut up raw vegetables, a protein, a homemade muffin, a piece of fruit, and a bottle of water. The combination is healthy, and way cheaper than eating out every day.

Five years ago today: Trash Can Composter

No Bueno!

Over the weekend Hubby Tony and I attended an event, and had a great time. This afternoon we received emails from the event organizer letting us know that someone there had tested positive for Covid. No other details were given, but there was information about the latest Quarantine and Testing Guidelines from the CDC attached to the bottom of the email.

Basically, since Tony and I are both vaccinated and boosted, unless we develop symptoms there's no need to quarantine. We just need to wear a mask around other people for ten days and test ourselves on the fifth day. If that test comes back negative, and no symptoms show up we've dodged the bullet. 

If either of us develop symptoms it turns into a different story, with an immediate isolation until the symptoms disappear.

Other than some seasonal allergy issues I've felt fine. But after reading the email, although it was still too early to exhibit any Covid symptoms my slight post-nasal drip felt ominous. Was the tickle in my throat from that or something else? Was my headache because I hadn't had my afternoon coffee, or a symptom of something worse? And when I woke up this morning I assumed my gastrointestinal issues a result of too much rich food. Were they? 

Time will tell.

Five years ago: NOBODY Will Be Getting That Data

You Are Your Attitude

The other day I was in a store, where I saw this quote hanging in the hall that led to both the bathrooms and the employee break room area. I took a photo so I could remember it, and I wondered if it was put there for the employees or the customers. I decided it was there for everyone.

“The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life. Attitude, to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, the education, the money, than circumstances, than failure, than successes, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness or skill. It will make or break a company... a church... a home. The remarkable thing is we have a choice everyday regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past... we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude. I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% of how I react to it. And so it is with you... we are in charge of our attitudes.”  ~~Charles R. Swindol~~

Five years ago: Waterless WC

"I Think I Love You"

I was listening to a radio program that featured music of the 1970s when this earworm came on. Now I can't get it out of my head. Won't you sing with me?

 

Vanishing Thoughts

Since I started blogging more than a decade ago I've accumulated over a hundred blogs in my feed reader. Not all of them post on a regular bases, but on any given day somewhere between 30 and 35 of them have new content. Of those, I comment on a good portion. Or at least I try to. All of a sudden I'm having a problem leaving comments. Particularly in Blogger. 

I've been around the blog world long enough to know the commenting system. It starts by clicking on the Post a Comment button. My identity pops up next to the comment box, along with my avatar if that's what the blog owner has set up. I type my comment, jump through the hoops to prove I'm not a robot if that's necessary. When I click on the 'publish' button I used to have great success. Now, my comment often disappears into thin air.

When that happens I go back to my feed reader and mark the post as unread, so I can go back to it later and see if the comment showed up. Sometimes it does, but more often there's nothing from me. After trying two or three times on any given blog post I give up.

I turned to the Internet to see if there was a solution. The sites I consulted all said that the blogs that allowed embedded comments (where others can post responses) didn't have the problem. Based on my experience, that isn't correct. Some of the blogs I'm having problems with do have embedding. Others don't. The whole thing is frustrating, and annoys the heck out of me.

So the moral of the story is that if you don't hear from me on your blog, it's not because I haven't tried.

Five years ago today: In Any Language, It's Still Dinner

This Cat Has Been Around

In the summer of 2002 Hubby Tony and I chose two kittens from a litter at our sister-in-law's house. We waited until they were weaned, then brought them home and named the kittens Pepper and Jackson. Counting backward from their weaning date we arbitrarily assigned them a birthday of May 15th. The two brothers had a great life together until Pepper crossed the Rainbow Bridge in November of 2019.

Today Jackson turned 20 years old. In honor of the day we catered to his needs and gave him extra attention whenever he looked like he wanted it. Tonight Son Donald came over for dinner. After we ate I got Jackson's birthday treat ready. On a piece of paper I wrote the number 20, taped it to the kitchen floor, and arranged 20 cat treats on the lines.

Jackson was MIA, and Tony went to find him. Turns out that Jackson was in the back of the condo enjoying his early evening nap, and a little annoyed at being woken up. He was even more irritated when Tony carried him into the kitchen. Jackson doesn't see as well as he used to, so when Tony set him on the floor he walked past the paper a couple of times. Eventually he realized it was there and made quick work of the treats.

After all the crumbs were sniffed out and consumed Jackson left. I watched him walk down the hall, and suspected he was headed back to the bedroom for more napping. But it was his day to do anything he wanted.

Five years ago: The Wide Spectrum of Mothering

A Grand Time With Grandchildren

Son Brian and DIL Nicole were married in May 2010. Ten years later Hubby Tony and I were all ready to babysit for them so they could have a celebratory getaway. However, thanks to Covid that didn't happen.

Fast forward to January 2022. We're all vaxxed and boosted; Nicole asked if we would be willing to try again. Tony and I agreed. Since we would already be in California for that period, we added time with Son Tony and his family. Then we also tacked on a destination just for us. We booked flights and waited for the time to arrive. 

Thursday morning Tony and I said goodbye to our first set of hosts, packed everything into the rental car, and headed back over the mountains towards San Jose. It was Cinco de Mayo, so we decided to stop at a taqueria in Livermore for a tasty lunch. After returning the rental at the airport we crossed the street to the passenger pickup area and waited a couple of minutes for Son Brian to pick us up.

When we got to his house their nanny (a lovely woman close to my age) was outside with two-year old twins Ell and Dee. Grandson Jay was at school. We joined the outside play, and when it was time to pick up Jay I went along with Brian. As the day unfolded the nanny went home, dinner was ordered in, TV was watched, and bedtime routines followed. Tony and I tried to watch carefully because the next two nights (with the nanny's assistance) we would be the ones doing it!

Brian and DIL Nicole had a late morning flight to Los Angeles, where they would be enjoying their adult-only time and attending a show on Saturday night. Their return flight was due in at dinnertime on Sunday. On Friday Jay's school was closed for a professional day, and after consulting with Grandma and Grandpa, his mom asked him if he would rather go to the aftercare program and see his friends or do something special with us. I was thrilled when he chose us.  We visited Happy Hollow, where we visited with the animals and enjoyed the picnic lunch we brought. At the gift shop Jay pondered all the merchandise before he chose a large rubber snake and snow cone to purchase with his own money. 

The nanny came as scheduled to keep the twins' day normal. When we got back we spent the rest of the day playing outside and inside, building with magnets, putting dinner together, and reading books. Jay's bedtime went smoothly, but the twins sensed we were not their parents and put up a little fuss. However, they slept well through the night.

On Saturday the big adventure for Grandpa and Grandma was taking Jay to his Little League game. Afterwards we drove through McDonald's and got coffee for the adults and french fries for Jay. That night at bedtime the twins were even more adamant that we were not getting their bedtime routine correct, but with the nanny's help they eventually settled down.

Big boy batting, little boys running

On Sunday morning we walked to the grocery store with Jay and let him pick out a cake mix and frosting for a Mother's Day cake. After lunch Grandma, Grandpa, and Jay teamed up to make it, and Jay helped me frost the cake after it was cool. The finished product was far from perfect, but made with love.

When Brian and Nicole got home all the boys were thrilled to see them. Mom and Dad executed the correct bedtime routine, and all three boys went down quietly. In the morning Tony and I drove along with Nicole as she took Jay to school, then detoured to the airport to drop us off before she went to work.

At Rug Rat Speed

Son Brian and DIL Nicole were married in May 2010. Ten years later Hubby Tony and I were all ready to babysit for them so they could have a celebratory getaway. However, thanks to Covid that didn't happen.

Fast forward to January 2022. We're all vaxxed and boosted; Nicole asked if we would be willing to try again. Tony and I agreed. Since we would already be in California for that period, we added time with Son Tony and his family. Then we also tacked on a destination just for us. We booked flights and waited for the time to arrive.

After leaving Salt Lake City Hubby Tony and I flew into San Jose, where we picked up a rental car and headed over the Altamont Pass towards the Central Valley. For Part Two of our vacation we were staying at Son Tony's and DIL Ie's house. As much as I was looking forward to hanging out with them, I really was looking foreard to giving Granddaughters Evee and Gee big hugs.

Baby and toddler heaven

This leg of the trip couldn't have been more different than the first. In Salt Lake City my step counter recorded some of the highest numbers in months, and Tony and I got to do whatever we wanted when we wanted to. At this stop I struggled to get my minimum number of steps per day, and our schedule revolved around bottle feedings and nap times. We played, read books, and generally helped out wherever possible. Each day after lunch we took Gee to the park in her stroller. It was great fun to help her navigate the play structure.

We were there from Monday afternoon until Thursday morning. Wednesday night Son Tony brought home carryout food and a lovely cake for an early Mother's Day celebration.

It tasted as good as it looked!

Five years ago today: Solitude and Silence