NOW YOU SEE IT!

Everyone knew where they would be on Monday.  Everyone, except me!  Sunday was a beautiful day and the water was perfect.  Perfect for me!  The 'big' event was talking about, and neighbours had planned an 'eclipse party' at the top of our complex.  The slight chance of rain had diminished until later in the afternoon, if at all, and a gazebo had been erected in case the forecasters had it wrong!

I made some 'eclipse cup cakes' on Monday, with the full expectation of coming home and watching the event from the top of our complex, but as the morning progressed, I realised it would be just as much, if not more, fun to see it from the car park at the office, surrounded by my family.  Samantha and I went outside, glasses in hand, and looked up at the sky, hopefully.  At around 12:50 the clouds parted, and we could see the start of the moon covering the sun, and could feel the start of the strain it was taking on our necks!  "Hang on", she said, and produced a blanket from her truck, and opened the tailgate of Grant's.  We spent the next half an hour watching the clouds go over the sun, and then the moon covering it more.  The postman drove by. "I want y'all's job!" he said, "laying down on a truck bed all afternoon seems like a good deal!"  More and more people appeared, and finally, most that were in the office buildings, from ours and the others surrounding, came outside.  Dana and Grant appeared and everytime the clouds parted and the moon shadowed a little more, an 'oooh' could be heard, like a Mexican wave, starting at one end of the car park and going up into the neighbouring hills.  It got darker and colder, and the street lights came on, as their sensors thought it was dusk.  Probably the most significant and exciting thing for me was when we saw an owl take flight, obviously not that wise!  

The 'event' lasted a little more than a minute, and it was quite dark. I was on facetime to my sister, who was watching it on satellite television.  "Do you know a place called Kerrville?" she asked.  "I went for my birthday a few years ago!" I responded.  As Samantha was videoing through her special filter, Grant called Richard and Steph, and the boys, and we all experienced it together.  After the moon started to move away, Grant took the filter and they saw the shadow through the phone.  It was a good experience, despite the cloud coverage.  Pretty soon, the excitement was over, everyone agreed "That was cool" and we went back inside, and continued with our day!

The rain did come in a little later, but the morning started warm and quite bright.  Traffic was not as bad as we thought it might have been, but the threats of severe weather were still very much upon us.  Dana took his car home at lunchtime, and Samantha drove him back to the office.  Suddenly there was a steak of lightening that looked like a laser.  The thunder that followed was a hollow crack, like I had not heard before (although perhaps I have) and then the sky started to go dark.  Were we experiencing a second eclipse?  

Hail is not uncommon here in April, but the size differs.  Thankfully, up until now, I have not been victim to damage, but it started to come down so ferociously, it once again brought everyone to the front of the building, although this time we did not venture outside.  The sound of it hitting the cars made it obvious that some damage had occurred.  "My car is a month old, and just had hail damage repair!" said one woman.  I was more concerned about the possibility of losing a windscreen than I was about dents.  The storm went on for sometime, and it looked like we were standing at the side of a driving range with golf balls landing and smashing, or not, as they hit the ground. The car park looked like the end of a slalom, and there appeared to be no end in sight!

Eventually, the sun shone through and we were able to go out and see the damage that we feared had been caused.  My car had a few dents, but the main one looked like a tennis ball had been hammered in so hard, I was surprised not to see some of the covering stuck to it.  Other vehicles were also full of dents, and not small rivets!  At the end of the day the heavens opened once again, and although the hail was not as large the storm was just as ferocious.  I drove home and visibility was virtually nil!

Amazingly enough, with all the 'ice' that had been pelted into the ground, the water was still quite warm.  I did not swim on Wednesday, and the pool looked like someone had been tree-felling! However, all seemed to be quite peaceful!

Grant had won tickets to see Tim McGraw on Thursday, and of course, the rules state that if anyone wins, they have to take the person who spent the time entering!  We had known about the concert for a couple of months.  However, upon opening another email, I saw that Samantha had also won!  She was very excited, as she had been hinting at wanting to see the show since the winners were announced in the office!  She was quite adamant that Edward would enjoy it too, but the problem was the baby!  This is Austin!  "The website says....". Indeed the website said that for most shows (presumably not those that are for children) kids under two do not require tickets, but like on a plane, they must sit on the lap of a paying guest. She had earphones, and cowboy boots!   The two only go together if you are taking your toddler to a Country concert!  

We all jumped in one car, drove downtown, and went into the building. Our seats were very high and to the side.  Although it appeared to be further away than the seats I would have preferred, we actually had a better view of the stage.  The first performer, Carly Pearce, was already on stage when we took our seats, and she belted out several songs.  Then the 'main event' started, and we bopped in our seats with the rest of the crowd.  At the end of 'regular time' we left, and were told "He still has three more to sing".  The idea that a 'playlist' is available is both helpful and not!  I like the idea of being surprised by the songs, and not knowing what the 'encore' will bring is part of the excitement but as he had already sung the one song I wanted to hear, I was ready to go, as was the rest of our party.  The only other song that I am very familiar with is so sad, that I would not really have wanted to be a part of a live performance!

Once again it was Friday and the weekend loomed.  It was a busy day, but not overwhelming.  I just wanted to go home and sleep!  However, we had promised we would watch Teddy overnight, and much as he is a very good sleeper, most of the time, my 'mum' ears would not allow me to slumber.  I heard him chatting at six, but he went back to sleep.

Breakfast with the grandson was quite the treat for us, and we watched as he threw scrambled egg on to the sheet that I had put down in case of 'fallout'.  He seemed to be quite happy sitting in his highchair, whilst I had a cup of caffeine! He seemed to be mimicking Dana eating and it was all quite amusing.  

Samantha arrived and we went on our weekly trip to the stores.  Nothing much changes in that respect!  I was looking forward to a quiet afternoon, which I did have for a while, but then a party arrived, and it was a very loud party!  I am not usually bothered by noise, but a table had been set up with a sound system that defied the sound barrier! I got up and gathered my things together, as it was about time for me to leave.  Although my neighbours and most of their guests are usually very friendly, this crowd was not!  I smiled as I walked past the mass, and they looked as if I was cramping their style!  "Don't look, you will only encourage her", I could feel them thinking.  Perhaps I was wrong, but it was quite a cool reception.  As I left, a young girl shouted over, "Hey, so good to see you!"  I was unsure as to whom she was talking but then realised it was me!  It was the old roommate of the girl who was having the party, and the person I had nicknamed 'The ice queen".  She had invited me to paint last year, and I was so grateful!  She gave me the biggest hug, and all the 'don't' crowd looked on in amazement.  We chatted long enough for those around to start to defrost, and then I really did leave!  There had been a couple of complaints, and one other neighbour and I asked the hostess to turn the noise down a tad, which she was very happy to do! I do not think she was expecting the crowd that had formed!

Dana and I enjoyed dinner, and then I fell asleep rather early.  I was quite exhausted! 

Sunday, Sunday, and hoping for a not much day.  There will be whispers about the 'party' and then it will all be forgotten, until the next time.  The weather is glorious, although it could be a tad cooler (on the 'something you never think you will say' list) and it would be nice to have some more rain (on the 'something you never think you will say' list) and I am waiting to see what next week will bring.  It will need to be quite spectacular to beat an event a day (or almost) that this week brought, but who knows what I shall have to say in ...... another story!

EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED

Sunday proved to be the day that I found to be the most challenging.  It was Easter Sunday, and as was expected, a lot of placed closed.  There is still an element of tradition left, and despite us being used to shops opening seven days a week, and restaurants catering to our every whim, at whatever time of day we choose to partake, many chose to take a day of rest.  No matter what your chosen belief, indeed, whether you have a 'religion' or not, that is your 'chosen' belief, personally, I found the day of partial closure to be quite refreshing.  It causes one to stop, at the very least, and ponder why are places not open.  I am not, however, talking about religious beliefs, but just an opportunity to realise that sometimes things just are not available!  However, I digress, and do not need to go off on an "I remember when..." post!

Sunday came and went, and Monday came upon us with a mighty thud!  The weekend was over for some, but there were many that chose, as in England, to take a day off in lieu.  Despite the day being quite busy, there was a slight lull to catch up, and it did feel like a holiday.  

My first port of call was the dentist, where I was, as usual, warmly greeted, told I looked so pretty, and all were shown my shoes, which were purchased a few years go on my Christmas trip to Las Vegas.  They are pretty spectacular, and the kind I always 'wow' over when I see something similar.  My usual penchant for letting everyone know that I shop at the 'dress for less' places, did not kick in and I let all 'wow' as do I!  The experience, the main experience of completing my appointment was quite quick and painless.  I returned to the office in record time!

The stories of 'what will happen' next Monday went from 'advice' to 'bizarre' in no time at all.  Austin, along with many other cities in Texas, is in the actual 'line' to experience a total eclipse of the sun.  This event, apparently, happens at least every other year, although not, (surprisingly to some,) in Texas!  Usually, it is over an ocean, but when it happens over a land mass, there is a mass gathering to see it, as 'it' is quite the phenomenon.  The fact that it wont happen for another four hundred years, here, is misinterpreted to mean 'it' wont happen for another four hundred years!  Hey!  This is Texas!  It wont happen for four hundred years, period!  Sensible questions such as 'will the street lights come on' or 'will the bats fly' have been thrown around, but then the conspiracy options arise.  Will the world come to an end?  Hardly likely, unless coupled with a cataclysmic event of which the masses have no knowledge!  There is a sadness at the ignorance of youth, but more so the ignorance of the more mature!  Are people my age really that gullible?  It appears so.  What happened in Angola, Brazil and all the other places that it was experienced over the past few years, or prior to that, but I suppose anyone can find something that is altered.  Of course, conspiracy theorists may have a point!  However, I digress!

Samantha received a call on Wednesday to say she had won lunch, with the DJ on Friday and would she like to accept.  She had to call back and say, "Yes, please".  She had won before, but I had been commissioned to call and reject as she was in labour at time!  She offered to take me, per the rules of entry, that whomever wins takes me!  

We wondered if everyone was going to be off on Friday, again, this week, as Thursday was one of the busiest days I can remember.  I did not stop all day!  The phone rang constantly, and although most of the calls were 'spam' it is unwise to ignore them, as some turn out to be 'not' spam, as those who come up with numbers that we recognise, turn out to be so.  For every one real call, I receive ten or so that are not.  I exaggerate not!  The time wasted taking the calls adds up, and quite often, I will have the phone to my ear with the mouthpiece under my chin, not hanging up, because the time it takes are precious seconds.  The fact that my television is going to cease to work, or my claim for my accident (which was not my fault) is now being assessed is of little interest to me.  "Do you remember the bad accident in which you were badly injured?"  One would think that if the accident was that bad, I would!  With all the accidents, ailments, diseases and various other elements that have either happened, or from which I am suffering, it is a miracle that I am still able to sit on a Sunday and type!  I should be hailed as a scientific phenomena, greater than the total eclipse!  I wish I had time to see where the 'spam-scam' was going as it could be amusing, but I do not!

Friday was quiet, thankfully, and Samantha and I took off at lunchtime and met with the DJ.  He was a charming fellow and was accompanied by a colleague.  Both gentlemen had connections with England through family members and we enjoyed lunch at Smokey Mo's barbeque.  Teddy was also treated to a plate!  As Teddy flicked some mac 'n cheese at Samantha, the 'colleague' showed him how he could be more affective!  It was a fun lunch, and we brought quite a bit home, as the portions were enormous.

I returned home after shopping on Saturday and ventured down for a swim,  The water was still a tad chilly, but not to the degree it had been a last week, or the week before.  It did not burn!  I swam and loved every minute.  However, it was a little chilly when I got out and sitting down to read was probably not the best idea.  

Once again, it is Sunday and breakfast was, as my sister said when she saw the picture, a 'heart attack on a plate!'  It was delicious!  Choosing to go out for breakfast could have been a mistake, with all the crowds expected over the weekend, but I think people have headed to the 'hill country' rather than the big cities!  Hotels are quite full, and we have noticed an increase in traffic, but Tuesday morning will be the real test, when everyone leaves!  It pays to have an office 'around the corner'!

Exciting as it may be, clouds have threatened to shadow the event.  Although storms that are passing through have appeared to have been pushed back to the evening, we are not expecting the bright sunshine that would have given the greatest 'wow' factor following the purchase of my shoes!  (I jest, of course!)  Cloud coverage I can cope with as the skies will be slightly dull, rather than stormy dark.  A total eclipse will still be able to be experienced as the sun will 'go out' for a few minutes.  Yes, I am here, in Texas where it all happens and tomorrow it is, apparently, going to all happen!  Whether it is the fantastic sight we are hoping for, the more 'low key' experience, or the total non-entity because this is Austin, and storms can come from nowhere, will be revealed in ............. another story!

LET ME ENTERTAIN YOU!

Despite not having anything planned for the week, entertainment value can be gained in so many areas of my life.  Life is remarkably different here, in my corner of the capital city of the largest contiguous state, and as one of my oldest friends (and indeed, ex-fiancé, at the tender age of six, but that is another story!) remarked recently, it is a far cry from the small cul-du-sac where we were raised!

Choosing not to go into the water on Sunday was a very good idea!  It had taken me sometime to warm up after the event on Saturday, and although, no doubt, very refreshing, unless forced to do so, I would not undertake the task.  Once again, forced was an issue when many of us took part in the 'swimming gala', (a few years after my pre-adolescent non-nuptials,) when the water was so cold, many of us shivered for weeks!  However, I digress!  The weather was pleasant but not overly hot, and I came back up to do a little bit of gardening. A very quiet, uneventful day!

Despite all the talk of the Easter weekend approaching, and lots of people threatening to take the day off on Friday, and the possible chance of a 'catch-up' day, Monday was fast and furious.  Perhaps they were just clearing their desks before the long weekend!  The promise of a 'quarter of a gazillion' new filings by one of our clients, was, we hoped, vastly over-rated.  I have looked up the definition of a 'gazillion' and choose not to explain what I found.  The exaggeration was, merely, to put us on notice that we were to expect many  new papers.  The court had issued them in a reasonably timely manner and they started to flood in.  

Having no 'extra-curricular' activity this week, gave me a false sense of security, and the time that I thought I would gain from not leaving the office, did not really manifest.  "Maybe I will come visit" we heard from a couple of people, who said they had 'time off' for the Easter weekend.  Of course, the people who made the comment were those who usually want 'this done now', and 'why are you not there to answer my questions 24/7'.  (Perhaps not said verbatim, but the meaning is definitely taken!)  It is true, I must add, that most of the people who are in the league of the aforementioned, usually turn out to be very nice, in reality, and apologise profusely for their 'alter ego'.  

By Wednesday, I was ready to throw in the towel!  Metaphorically, of course, but when the suggestion that we send a particular paper out, by certified mail, to six individuals, in the hope that 'someone will bite' was the final straw.  Having to go to the post office is not always my favourite pasttime, but I considered the option that as it was the Wednesday before Good Friday, perhaps, just perhaps, there would be a lull in the queue.  

I arrived at the post office a little after eleven, having managed to prepare all my post, procure a cheque, and leave my workload in a manageable state.  The queue was not particularly long, and I was third in line.  Two representatives sat at the counter, one of whom I recognised, but one who appeared to be relatively new.  The passport office was being manned by a veteran of the establishment.  This, in my opinion, should not have been a long drawn out experience!  Oh many a word said in jest!  The best laid plans, etc., etc!  Never count your chickens, and so on and so forth!

"So what does that mean?  So you have no internet.  Why does that affect the card machine?" asked a customer.  Somehow, the phrase 'electronic payment', did not seem to infer that an 'electronic' method of receiving said payment was necessary.  Gone are the days (of which I am sure she would not remember) when cards were put into a sliding machine, where a copy was taken, and the carbon print was deposited with the bank.  For the protection of those using the cards, 'electronic' methods were considered safer, and more efficient.  Advancement was the name of the game, and safety paramount!  I stood and marveled at the innocence of today's youth.  The cashier, painstakingly, attempted to explain.  The customer was quite oblivious.  "So what do I do?" she asked, card still firmly in her hand. "I did this last week and it worked fine!"  I wanted to say something, but chose to remain silent.  The other cashier was explaining the same thing to her customer, but the explanation appeared to be coherent to the second person.  A conversation ensued, explanations attempted, understanding completely void, and the line was getting longer.  

"I shall go speak to my manager.  Tell her that we need to get someone call the internet people, and see if they can't get this thing up and running" said the lady with the customer who had a modicum of understanding.  The other customer was still trying to comprehend the dilemma, looking in horror when the cashier mentioned the word 'cash'.  It was as if someone had said something incredibly rude and insulting!  Things took a turn for the worse when the 'next in line' shouted across that she had cash.  "So what am I meant to do?" came the response from the card wielding girl, looking as if she was now a victim of a 'hold up'.  

We stood and waited.  It is Austin.  It is what people do. The passport aficionado came out from her locked office, and stared at the line, and made a noise that appeared to be a chuckle.  Back inside her office she went after ushering in her next patron.

Eventually, the cashless customer gave up her fight and vowed to come back another day, or go to another post office, or emigrate!  The other customer at the counter was getting a quote for her pile of letters and parcels.  "Has something happened?" asked the little pixie in front of me.  I had forgotten she was there, so slight and tiny, with her headphones deleting any vestige of life other than what was being fed into her ears by the pods.  "The card machine is not working", I responded, choosing not to say, "The internet is down" for fear of having to explain.  However, it was the wrong sentence to use, as she said, "What does that mean?"  I looked as poker faced as possible, not wanting to show her an expression that basically said, "What do you think it means" and slowly allowed a smile, not a wry grin, but a real sparkle to cover my face, and said, very gently, "You cannot use a credit or debit card".  She gave me a vacant look and returned the buds to her ears.

Time was marching on, and the supervisor was apparently on the phone to another entity and had not yet made the call to the person who was presumably going to save the day.  The lady who was able to pay cash was now at the counter, and chatting to the cashier, oblivious to the queue that was now heading out of the door.  Whispers came along the line as to what was wrong, and the lady behind me, who had been standing there for nearly as long as me, asked, "Is something wrong?"  She did not have earbuds, nor appeared to be hearing impaired.  "The card machine is not working", I said, thinking that this would be a simple explanation, as the woman appeared to be around my era.  I was wrong.  The same expression, smile, patience, and all other elements trying not to make her feel pathetic, followed.  

The little girl in front of me finally got to the counter.  She wanted a form to change her address, which she was given.  Finally, I was next.  "Can you take a cheque?" I asked.  Apparently, a cheque would work!  However, my cashier was new.  Patience was one of her virtues, and I appreciated that, but she was not particularly au-fait with my request.  In the meantime, the original customer at the first desk finally received her quote, and the supervisor remained anonymous!  

After about three pieces of post being processed, the little girl arrived back at the desk.  "Excuse me", she said, very politely, but continued to talk without gaining the attention of the cashier.  "Is this my permanent address?"  I bit my top lip to stop myself from making a sound.  "What do you mean?" asked the cashier. "Is my new address my permanent address?" she asked.  Years ago, people would have looked around for the secret recorders.  "You have been on 'Candid Camera', smile!" would come the explanation for the strange events that preceded the announcement by the presenter.  (I doubt it would be allowed today!  Someone would sue for defamation of character!  Perhaps I should have mentioned, this post is 'Without Prejudice!')  "Is the new address permanent?" asked the cashier.  The little girl looked.  "Was my last address temporary?" she asked.  The cashier was very patient.  "Just put that this is your permanent address", she offered.  "It doesn't give me the option", said the little girl.  The cashier motioned for her to hand over the form, which she did.  A few flicks of the pen, and the form was returned, signed by the pixie, and given back.  "Also" said the little girl.  She went on to say that she had been the victim of a personal document theft, something that could lead to much bigger problems, and asked if they had a form for that.  The cashier said that she would need to go to the local court, "Or the police", I did not verbally offer!  With all the concerns about theft of identity, I was amazed that the child did not find this more concerning. "I can't do that today. I know it might sound important, but this has been more than I can manage", she exclaimed.  Both the cashier and I looked astonished!  

A baby in a 'car seat' waiting with his or her parents to get a passport application completed, started to scream.  "What is wrong with that child", asked my cashier.  I did not offer an answer, once again.  I did think that it was probably obvious.  As long as the queue was, as much hysteria as there had been in the line, and as long as they had been quiet, it seemed rather obvious.  Tired?  Hungry?  Afraid!  The atmosphere was one of confusion.  The length of the line was not the problem, it was the fact that there was a possibility of not being able to use a form of electronic payment caused the problem to all!  Or most! The phrase, 'What do you mean?" could be heard continously.  

"Priority stamps.  Do you have any?" I asked.  "You what now?" came my favourite reponse.  "Priority stamps, like this," I said, pointing to one of my envelopes which I had brought in pre-stamped. "Not seen those" she said.  "Not surprised!" I didn't say.  

Despite the whole episode taking nearly an hour, I had enjoyed the entertainment.  I felt sorry for the younger generation, and some of the older, for not understanding simple things.  When you are raised with no electricity, the light switch could seem like a scary thing.  Explaining to those who have never experienced the lack of the ability to just flick that switch, press that button, twist that dial, could have been rather difficult, but most of us have experienced a power cut, and have flicked a switch and found it has not worked.  It is frustrating, but it is something we understand.  However, trying to explain how you can live without a mobile phone, internet, and credit card, the latter which is also becoming obsolete as the phone holds all, is almost an impossibility.  We recently explained to a young acquaintance that not only did the Romans (as in Empire) did not have the United States Postal Service, but the United States was not a place at the time!  Being dependent upon electronics is somewhat disturbing.  

I returned back to my office.  It occurred to me that elsewhere, the whole experience could have ended in a rather nasty scenario.  Different cities, different outcomes!  There could have been a riot in a less Stepford city!  Foul language was not heard.  Raised voices were not really heard. (Even the original customer did not raise her voice.) All, no doubt, ended without incident.  It also ended without a lot of purchases, but that's life!

Entertainment was less prolific for the rest of the week, but we did get a visit from one of our clients, who wants everything 'now', and who apologised profusely for her 'other' self!  She was gracious enough to bring a box of donuts, from Voodoo, which despite the name not being particularly appealing to me, are as near to what I know to be a doughnut as any that I have tasted here!  It is always good to put a face to a name, and even better when that name tells you face to face that she is sorry for putting you to the test, every time!  

Our Saturday was also not usual.  Bluebonnets, on March 7, 1901, were declared the national flower of Texas. and for a short time each year, they bloom, and bloom  Once the 'Indian Paintbrushes' start to show their beautiful contrast of almost burnt orange (the official colour of the University of Texas,) and the Mexican Hats show off their yellow and crimson petals, you know it is almost time for the bluebonnets demise.  The Pinkladies seal the fate for another year!  However, some years they last longer than others, and some years they bloom quicker than others. Taking pictures in the Bluebonnets is a Texas pasttime and you will often see cars parked on the side of a very busy highway, and families sitting down in a field of blooms, either snapping away, or having someone snap for them.  We went to a church near Samantha, where these beautiful flowers formed blankets and blankets.  It was a fun outing, and having our 'official' grandparent pictures taken was an event.  Several photographers were milling around, with many cars coming and going with lots of adults and children. This is Texas. This was traditional Texas entertainment! What a way to end the weekend!

Easter Sunday was upon us and the clocks went forward, across the pond.  Finally, after several weeks, we are back to a six hour time difference.  

Once again, there are no plans for next week, but there is bound to be something that causes me to smile, grit my teeth or generally seem like it is worth sharing.  Watch out for .......... another story!  

INCREDIBLE JOURNEY!

My first real swim of the season, and the second, came on Sunday and Monday.  The water felt fantastic and I was surprised at how easily I managed to complete a fair distance without any problem.  Perhaps it was because I was not 'counting' and just 'swimming'.  Suddenly, once again, just like that, my life is an incredible journey!

Alone on Sunday, I cleaned the pool, which had so much debris floating on top, it took a considerable time.  As I finished, the gust of wind brought down more, and I decided that a 'natural' movement of the stuff that was floating on top would be the better option. Several laps later, I got out and cleaned the skimmers again.

Monday was cool to start with, but the water had not lost its warmth.  I had a chat with our maintenance man, and then went to work.

Unfortunately, Tuesday morning did not afford a swim.  The temperature had dropped considerably.  Despite the water probably being reasonable in which to swim, I chose not to take down all the paraphernalia necessary to ensure I was warm enough to walk back!

Making pastry and cleaning out my freezer left me rather frustrated! I had, as usual, taken on too much for one morning, and instead of sorting into sections, I ended up throwing everything back in, higgledy-piggledy!  It was a mess!  However, I vowed to put in all right Tuesday night, when I came home, along with getting all ready for Wednesday!

The best laid plans, etc., etc., are not always thwarted by unpleasant things.  "What have you won?" I asked Grant, as I espied a 'winning' email.  "Tickets to Winona!  Oh...they are for tonight!"  My first question, without so much as a 'by your leave' and with little regard for my 'must do when I get home' scenario, was, "Can I come?"  The tickets included a complete 'as many rides as you like' at the fair ground, and the rodeo!  Considering my basically city upbringing, I am amazed at how much I enjoy the rodeo!  The skill that is involved in barrel racing, bareback riding, team roping, bull riding, etc., etc., is quite incredible.  The care of the animals is paramount, and showing how and what is the job of a cowboy, is amazing.  I found myself cheering and whooping for the bull rider, and the girls who raced around the barrels.  "A mother of five", said the announcer as one of the riders appeared in the arena. "How does she find the time?" I asked Grant, knowing the lack thereof that I had with just two!  

We did not arrive until late, so did not pick up the fairground tickets, although I am sure if we had stopped at the box office, we would have been awarded them.  It mattered not, as despite being an attraction, there really was little to attract us.  We walked the perimeter and enjoyed the atmosphere, grabbing some 'kerchiefs, and koozies!  Before we headed inside to watch the show, we bought a couple of giant turkey legs, which lasted me into the weekend!

After the rodeo, which as mentioned was magnificent, the stage was set up for Winona Judd.  What a woman!  Again, my background was not filled with Country singers, Western or otherwise!  The 'real life' aspect of the music can be amusing, sad, or just plain 'relevant'.  Despite all Winona's downfalls and tragedy that have plagued her, she is an amazing show-woman!  I found myself tapping my feet, clapping my hands, and generally bopping to the beat!  It was an amazing show.

Once again, on my third rodeo we left before the end, and got back to the car.  Our parking space was premium!  Although we did not have 'premium' access, the distance from the vehicle to the venue was less than that of the 'VIP' access we experienced last year.  It took no time at all to leave the area, and I was home by eleven.  I peeled potatoes and then went to bed!

The week had its ups and downs.  There was a storm on Thursday night which lasted for a couple of hours, and gave us some much needed rain.  Dana had been to an appointment at the Veterans' Affairs facility, which was more of a 'discussion' than examination.  The doctor told both of us what kind of foods to avoid, to stay 'healthy', and I looked at her in shock.  "I don't think I have had a TV dinner in my life!" I said.  She laughed as I vehemently shook my head at all the things she asked if we ate on a regular basis.  "I was brought up on a balanced diet, and learned about nutritional values when I was 11!" I announced.  It was all taken in very good humour.  

Eventually, the weekend came around and I took advantage of the warmer weather.  The water temperature had dropped considerably. but I decided it was worth the effort.  After a few laps I started to realise my mistake.  It was cold, and it was getting colder.  I came out of the water, put on a jacket, and sat.  After reading for a while, sitting in the sun, attempting to raise my body temperature, I gave up! It is March!  Swimming is always 'on and off'.  I came in and spent some time in the kitchen.

We had a lovely dinner and then sat and watched a film.  Sunday morning we decided to go out for breakfast.  There is, still, something rather decadent about going out for breakfast.  Perhaps it stems from my youth, when, very, very occasionally, we went to a 24 hour cafe (which were not common) in the early hours of the morning, and had milkshakes and burgers, or perhaps it is because it wasn't a common occurrence back hone!  No matter that our breakfast outings are hardly to the elite, high class hotels that serve eggs benedict on a silver platter, or scrambled eggs with smoked salmon (although it can be had at some of the lesser places) but the mere opportunity of going out for breakfast is something of a treat for me!  We went to the very basic, good food, lots of it, diner, and were told to sit anywhere we liked.  Indeed, there was a sign at the front, displaying that very thing.  The average age of the wait staff this morning was probably 75, and as there was a young girl whom I told Dana was 'child labor' and another presumably college student, you can imagine the ages of the others!  A very nice, elderly gentleman came up and offered us coffee.  He then came back and took our order.  It is said, I believe, that sometimes (only sometimes) older people can revert back to their childhood, in thought and actions.  All of a sudden there was a kerfuffle!  "That is the fourth group that you have seated!" said our elderly gentleman to an elderly lady.  She shrugged her shoulders. "The sign says to seat yourselves!" he continued.  She ignored him. "I'm telling...." he said, and after giving the manager's name, sought her out and did exactly that.  He 'told' on his workmate.  The conversation that ensued was directly next to a couple whom she had seated.  "I wont do it again", said the waitress.  "I'm going to take their order", said our waiter.  The manager, a woman perhaps in her late thirties, held up her hands in surrender and told him to do what he thought fit.  At the same time, the waitress brought over two coffee cups and some cream. The waiter then appeared with two glasses of water and stood in anticipation of taking an order.  "We are not ready", said the lady.  He came to ask if I wanted more coffee, at the same time the waitress brought over two glasses of water.  She huffed and puffed.  As Dana had his back to this scene, he wanted to know why I was laughing.  Both waiter and waitress stood ready to pounce, as soon as menus were put down.  By the conversation I could overhear, (not on purpose,) the couple, despite being more my age than the manager's were on a 'date', and were talking about their families, instead of looking at the menu.  Up they were lifted, down they went again, and up they came, without either one looking at it.  By the time we left, the couple had still not placed an order, the restaurant had started to become busy, and neither octogenarian was to be seen!  I wondered if they would actually get served now that both had an abundance of customers!  Gotta love the place!  

We came home and continued with our day.  What a week!  It was rather full! Today was less pleasant than Saturday, so I spent some time in the kitchen, although I did get some time to read a little.  I am enjoying my book so much I am rationing the chapters!

There is little on the itinerary at the moment for next week, although Easter looms so there may be some respite!  Storms are predicted again for tonight, but they seem to be getting less and less aggressive. I do hope we have a little bit of rain, just for the sake of my plants! What lies in store is as much a surprise for me as for anyone, and hopefully for .......... another story!

IF TOMORROW NEVER COMES....!

Despite all my good intentions, I failed, yet again, to finish my post! Had we not lost an hour last Sunday, and if it was not Mother's Day is almost all of the world apart from here, it is possible I may have achieved what I set out to do, but time marched on, and the word, "Tomorrow" stayed in my mind all week.  "I will get it done tomorrow", and as the song says, "Tomorrow is just a day away!" The problem is that it is always a day away!  However, another famous quote is that "Tomorrow never comes".  The riddle, "What is always coming but never arrives" can be added to the list of very poor excuses.  The fact is, I failed!  The other fact is, my week, the week before last, was quite amusing, thought provoking, and perhaps, 'Blog worthy'.  I will leave it to you, the reader, to decide.

Let's start the week before last.  I didn't swim.  It was too cold.  I cleaned the pool, I read for three hours, as my book was a real page turner, and I could not stop, but venturing past my knees into the water, was just not going to happen.  I could have, and there would have been a time when I would have, but I was quite pleased that I did not feel the need!  Suffice it to say, I spent the afternoon just doing very little!  It was Sunday and I was 'resting'.

Monday morning started quite differently.  Dana had an appointment at the VA.  It was a follow up, and I wanted to go with him, as it was a 'follow up'.  He had been before for a 'general' visit, and Edward had accompanied him, but I wanted to go, not least to see how he was doing after the crazy episode at the end of last year, but to experience this amazing facility about which he talked!  Shallow, maybe, but I have heard 'horror stories' about veterans and experiences with the Veterans' Affairs offices.  

The journey did not take as long as I had expected, considering we were going to be encountering early morning traffic, but there appears to be no real 'clocking on' time now.  People work from home, or mosey in when they feel like it!  We arrived in plenty of time.  The building, itself, was rather large, and as one man pointed out, it was a great improvement on the shack they used to have and if you needed to see a specialist, you had to travel to another location.  We entered and walked down the hallway to the optometrist. They were nowhere to be found, so we walked back again to the reception area, where we were told where to go.  "Next level" said the helpful person at the desk.  

The building was very clinical, as would be expected.  It was very bright.  It was very large.  We headed to the 'next level' where we found the optometrist, made an appointment, walked back and checked in.  Everything about the place was run with precision.  If your appointment was at nine, you were called at nine!  There was a sense of camaraderie that is not often seen.  Older veterans were never given much respect because their duties involved serving in places where a lot of the population felt the government had no right interfering.  The fact of the matter was that a soldier (in any area of military service) had signed up to protect and serve, and did what they were told, and went where they were assigned!  Conflicts were not their fault, not started by them, nor did they decide when they were 'over' but they chose to give up so many years of their lives to do it. They wanted to protect and serve, and if their government chose to put them in places where others felt they should not be, then it was part and parcel of the job!  Conflicts are not started by those who take an oath to protect and serve!  I shall stand down now, but will take my soap box with me as I feel it may be required again!

As we waited for the 'call', I watched as men and women, of all ages, some in uniform, most not, came and went.  We chatted to a couple of women, one older and in a wheelchair.  She had been in the marines.  She 'joined' in 1965, and although was told not to volunteer for anything, volunteered for everything.  However, she was a woman, and the only women that saw combat of any sort, were nurses.  She was in administration.  She still served her country and put her life on hold.  Her daughter, who was with her, had been on active duty.  She served in Baghdad.  Again, no matter your opinion, she went where she was assigned, and I was grateful for all those who were at this facility, as they were willing to die for me! Although she was willing to sign up for another 'tour', she did not, as her husband sent her a 'dear Jane' letter and threatened to relieve her of her parental rights of their children.  (Soap box comes out again.)  I was devastated.  No matter what your differences, you married a solider!  If you have 'irrevocable' differences, then so be it, but when your 'soldier' is putting their life on the line, for others, to threaten such an action is, in my opinion, awful!  (I could use stronger words, but it is just my opinion.)  The fact the 'parent' puts others first, and not just their kids, may seem to be a little off-putting to some, but as I said, "You married a soldier!"  Of course, there could be mitigating circumstances; abuse; neglect; but as the woman to whom we spoke 'won' her girls, and they are still willing to be with her, and near her, (they stick close together,) it would appear that it was merely an 'irrevocable' relationship between the adults.  I felt my mouth open and had to stop my jaw from dropping too far.  I know it sounds selfish, but thankfully my husband was called before I started to cry!

Before we left the building, we went to 'enrollment' where we met and chatted with another veteran, and mutual admiration was exchanged.  There was a 'travel' kiosk, which I (naively) thought was an 'agency' rather than a 'refund of fares' opportunity.  

We headed back home, and I was quite overwhelmed with the experience.  A place for people who had fought, or not, but were willing to do so.  A place where others understood what you went through.  A place that honoured those who should be honoured.  Being married to a 'vet' has given me a new understanding, and I am very grateful to those whom I met, and all those whom I have not. (Soapbox back in the corner).

Despite the late arrival at the office, I was not pressured.  Things had been put into perspective.  I worked for as long as needed and went home, ate dinner and eventually went to bed.  Did Jack Nicholson's character in 'A Few Good Men' have a point?  A discussion for another day!  Have I lost readers?  Oh well!

"We are looking to serve someone in the Carolinas, not sure if it is North or South, but can you help us?" came the soft Scottish accent over the phone.  I replied that we could and she continued. Apparently, an old client who was lost due to a paralegal shift (as is often the case) had been told by her current process server that they were unable to help.  After ironing out the particulars, she said, "Where are you from?"  I responded, "North West London, and I was about to say, you sound like you are from out of town". She told me she was from Scotland, and it was so nice to hear a 'British' accent! As patriotic as the Scots are, and as fiercely loyal to being 'Scottish', when confronted with a fellow Brit overseas, we are once again, a United Kingdom!  We chatted back and forth about Austin, and how we both got homesick on occasion, but enjoyed the city, and then said our farewells.

My day continued.  I spoke to the lady several times, as there were some problems with her papers, and I pointed out what I knew to be wrong.  She was most grateful, and said that she was new at this, and obviously, I had been doing it for many years.  I eased her mind by letting her know that many attorneys do not know the rules when it comes to civil process!  I said that my husband was known as the attorney's attorney and had probably forgotten more than I would ever know, and waited for the corrected papers

Finding process servers in rural parts of the state is sometimes an ordeal.  Occasionally, I will have to put it in the hands of a Sheriff, but the destination of the papers from the Scottish lady was not an easy place like, "One of the Carolinas", but very remote part of Mississippi.  Instead of trying to find law enforcement in the area, I made a search for 'family' lawyers.  'Family' does not indicate they are all related, but those who deal with divorce and custody cases. One firm came out on top and I called them.  I explained that I had a 'family law suit' and wondered who they used to serve their papers. The lady on the phone (who was definitely a southerner) did not hesitate to give me a name.  I retrieved a phone number and left a message.

The logistics of our business can be stressful at times, but other times they can make me laugh.  I received a call from someone whose drawl lengthened by the word.   He would take care of my paper, for a reasonable fee, and did not require payment ahead of time.  He gave me his email address, and told me that he lived on 'Road' and then gave me the number of the house and street.  I found it very amusing.  

There was a sense of accomplishment when I sent my papers to the server, and continued to make progress with setting up others in very remote areas.  I had enjoyed that part of the job when Dana was in hospital, and whilst he said, "I would have....", my way did work!  Grant and I laughed at the fact that we went from being quite dynamic in our previous jobs/lives, to being basically man/girl Friday, and now we were more like the dynamic duo, although I think we are both probably Batman and Robin!  

As the weekend approached, promises of a cool down could be heard. It was quite warm and I received a message from our Chairman to ask if I had been swimming.  The water was 71 degrees!  I was tempted to ask, "Have you?" knowing that he would not so much as dip his toes below 80, but I resisted.  

My new Scottish friend called with an update, and some more information, which had been sent in an email as well.  It was rather amusing as the email was a 'reply all' variety, and I could see the 'back and forth' between her and the attorneys.  They were not anticipating the serve being straightforward as they thought the servee would perhaps try and avoid.  Not with my guy, I thought.  He seemed to sure of success!

Late Thursday afternoon, I received a call from Mississippi.  The respondent in the case was not at work, and had left early for the day, a most rare occurrence, so my guy was heading for the home address. He would call me once done!  I wondered if he was as good as he thought he was, and if he could penetrate this fortress that was apparently surrounding the respondent.  Sure enough, I received the call.  "I don't know if the picture came out good" he said.  I was a little shocked to receive a picture of the respondent with paper in hand, like a 'mug shot' of an arrested person!  It was the ultimate insult to injury.  "Here are your divorce papers, now pose, and smile!

It had been a particularly interesting week.  It was rather chilly on Saturday.  We decided to try something new for dinner.  Although we had been to this establishment before, we could not remember why we did not returns, as the menu looked fairly appealing and the pictures of food were quite authentic.  The last time, only time, we frequented the establishment, a guy proposed to his girlfriend.  There were only the four of us in the restaurant at the time.  It seemed time to try it again.  As we walked in, there were three occupied tables.  We looked at the menu, saw some bowls of steaming food being delivered to tables, and asked our waitress for a recommendation. She merely showed us the 'entrees' list.  Everything looked wonderful in the pictures, but the steaming bowls did not seem to be on the page.

We ordered, and waited.  The two initial couples left, and another man entered.  Two people came in to order 'take out'.  We waited.  Another four came in and sat by the door.  Another four came in and sat across from us.  The waitress ran around the restaurant, took the orders, and disappeared behind the half wall that separated us from the kitchen.  One of the 'take out' orders was completed, then the other.  The gentleman who came in after us was delivered a 'steaming bowl', and the four who were sitting by the door received an appetiser.  We signaled to the waitress.  We had been sitting for thirty minutes.  "I will get them to hurry", she said.  Another 'take out' order was completed, another appetiser was brought out, and finally, our dinner was placed before us. Mine was cold, as it was meant to be cold, and despite looking absolutely phenomenal, it was a little disappointing.  Dana's steak and steamed vegetables, despite looking every bit as appealing as on the picture, was cold.  The steak was like leather and unchewable!

Our waitress was very disappointed when we commented and asked if we would mind waiting two minutes for a new piece of steak to be cooked.  She appeared to be quite devastated by what had occurred, so we concurred.  I suppose we were either not in a hurry, or felt that the young lady would have broken down and drowned in her own lake of tears, but fifteen minutes later, a steak, in a 'take out' carton, arrived at our table.  It was hot, so they presumable only had only just taken it off the grill.  We paid our bill and left.  The waitress followed us out, almost on her knees, begging our forgiveness. It was a strange scene.  

Sunday morning we decided to go out for breakfast.  It was a nice outing, and we enjoyed our experience.  The Waffle House has never been known for its sparkling cleanliness, but that is part of the charm! We were greeted by the hostess, and sat at a table which sided on to the 'kitchen'.  I decided to have a waffle with my egg and toast.  It was not thick, but fluffy and quite good. The maple syrup was sticky, as it should be.  The jug that held the maple syrup was sticky, the ring it left each time I put it down was sticky!  The menus were sticky.  It was amazing!  The food was fantastic, as were the staff.  Although assigned a server, everyone was taking care of us.  Two ladies left as we were sitting, dressed as if they had been out all night, and cared not for modesty, and that was all part of the charm.  They looked as if they would be able to 'take care of themselves', if anyone should choose to use the excuse that 'they were asking for it'.  Perhaps I am being 'politically incorrect' on two counts here, but the truth should count for something!  I admired them for dressing as they sought fit, rather than according to old fashioned 'protocol'.  I remember my mother telling me I should not wear certain things, as I was vertically challenged and did not 'have the legs', which as a young girl was rather a devastating comment, but I stuck to what suited me, and only now do I sometimes veer from 'protocol'.  (However, not as far as the ladies leaving the restaurant!)

Sunday evening, we picked up some chicken went to Samantha as it was Mother's Day, as mentioned.  Edward had an appointment, and would be home later.  We left some chicken for him and came home. Another week was about to begin.

My Scottish lady contacted me on Monday to say she had another paper for the chap whom had been served last week, and could we take care of it.  Of course we could!  

Grant asked me about my weekend and I told him where we had breakfasted.  "I know the one" he said.  Apparently, he would go there early in the morning when working at his previous job.  "It is open twenty four seven, and there are a lot of 'gentlemens' clubs' around.  All the girls go there!"  I wondered!  Not to put a label on the two 'girls' I had seen, but it was a possibility.  I have no idea what time the 'clubs' close, if at all!  Perhaps I was being really politically incorrect and labeling the women without cause.  

Once again, March was as predicted.  Hot days, cold days, miserable days and sunny days.  Sometimes, all in one day! It was 'spring break' and also the music festival had started.  Samantha and I had decided not to take part in any form this year, and it bothered us not.  We found it interesting that it bothered us not!  We agreed that we had the best years!

Our schedule was altered as some of the agencies that receive papers 'downtown' were closing early, so their staff could leave without getting caught up in the 'snarl up' that becomes the norm when roads are closed, and would be able to leave their building without being stopped and told they cannot drive along their exit route!  I am sure 'the powers that be' have developed a more realistic way of organising the traffic over the past ten years, but then again, perhaps not!

The week was not as busy as the one before, although I did have a dental appointment.  It all went very quickly and without incident. The kind I like!  My fella in Mississippi once again served my papers, and got another picture. This time the respondent seemed to be laughing.  Maybe he was told to!

Each day, I opened my laptop and typed a little bit more. "Tomorrow" I said to myself.  It never happened!  

Storms dictated my weekend.  I was quite excited by the fact that the plants I had planted last year from my own seeds, that had not produced, were suddenly blossoming, a year later and tomatoes were being born by the day!  I also noticed that the pepper plant that had been dormant, suddenly had buds for flowers.  Perhaps, like a dough 'starter' it takes longer when it is done from scratch!

Saturday saw some rain, but not enough to quench the drought, but the storm on Saturday night, Sunday morning was quite prolific.  Thunder boomed for an hour during the small hours, and I could hear the hail splatter against the windows.  The debris was almost non-existent on Sunday morning but the pool was rather messy.  All the little catkins had dropped from the tree, and were clogging the skimmers, as happens this time of year.  

Finally, despite 'Tomorrow' not being here, I can publish this post before the next 'Tomorrow' becomes 'Today'.  I have no idea what is on my agenda for the rest of the day, as the weather is still quite turbulent.  Perhaps I will be 'on top' of things next week.  Watch out, there may be ........... another story!

I AM WHO I AM......AGAIN!

It is not that my life is so exciting that I forget to post, but that is quite literally what happened last week.  I do not have a memory issue per se but it was a beautiful day, and I wanted to take advantage of the warmth before the sun took its dive at the end of the afternoon.  I did get in the water, despite it being a little too cool, and splashed for a couple of seconds, before coming out again, regaining my nerve and swimming ten strokes.  Only ten, as I could not feel my limbs, and breathing was not as even as it should have been.  If I had continued, it probably would have levelled out, but I did not really see the point.  I do not have to prove anything to anyone, despite everyone trying to prove to me!  Challenges are often set before me, but I do not take them up, as I don't care!  Callous as it may sound, it really is not.  I do not have any need to show prowess in anything.  I am who I am!  It has taken a long time to learn that!

The 'bank holiday' two weeks ago was quite busy.  "Grant isn't in today.  Can I help?"  Going into work was meant to be for 'catch up' purposes, but despite the note on the emails to say we were not open, the conversation takes on the attributes of a vicious circle!  If you are not open, why are you there?  Why are you calling if you know we are not open?  If you are not open, why did you answer the phone?  The latter is a perfectly plausible question.  I have often heard the question, "Why are they emailing me at seven o'clock on a Sunday evening?" with my answer being, "Why are you checking your emails at that time?"  However, I digress.  Grant was not in the office as it was a national holiday.  The horror was quite obvious.  "I can help you".  Yeah!  Right!  The only person who is working is the English woman, who can't know anything!  After all, she is working on a national holiday!

Admittedly, if it was going to be a hot afternoon, that would have been better spent with my book in the sun, I may not have been in the office when the phone calls were most prolific.  "So, what are you, just the answering service?" came the question.  I responded that I was not, and I could probably be of assistance.  After the barrage of insults, and belligerent comments, came the compliments.  "I love your accent.  Where are you from.  I could listen to you all day!"  "Why, thank you, ma'am", I did not say.  She didn't want to hear that.  "That's mighty nice of you, gov'nor", or "Ta missus!" may have been options, but instead, the King's English was used and then, once I had her attention, I answered the question she had called about.  Shock and horror could be heard, as she said nothing!  I was at work, so I may as well work!

Again, I did not object to being in the office.  It was preferable to cleaning out my pantry, which I what I would have probably done if I had not been behind my desk.  Presidents' Day is never a holiday where I tend to do anything exciting.  Perhaps go to the mall, (yawn,) or to some specialty stores, (yawn,) or stay at home because the weather so dictates.  Doing something practical seemed like a good idea.  After all, it is not my holiday, although after twenty years, I should feel as if it is!  It is also the last national 'vacation' for three months, so taking advantage may have been sensible.  

What was more amazing than finding out people were shocked for allowing our staff to have the day off, was a call from a Sheriff.  Those who deal with our department of the law enforcement offices, are not open on a national holiday.  It is 'admin'.  At least that is what I have always been led to believe.  'Admin' take national holidays.  It is part of the 'office' package.  However, this one guy was rather eager.  "He said he aint the guy.  Do y'all have a picture, or a date of birth, or something that I can use to say, heck yeah you are!"  I love the different turns of phrase that come from different parts of the state, and country!  I can't imagine a British Bobby, in uniform, using the language that I am accustomed to.

The rest of the week ran into the weekend, and as set out in the first paragraph, I started to write with the full intention of finishing when coming back from my splash but clearly forgot!  What caused me to forget, believe it or not, I cannot remember!  It was not until Monday afternoon that I thought about it, and that was because I was sitting in the dentist's chair!  "Did you have a good weekend?  Did you do anything exciting?"  Um?  Oh!  I forget to finish my post!  

Although my penchant for the dentist is not favourable, it was all very generic.  Walking out thirty minutes later (or there about) meant it was all put behind me for a while.  There was a time when I considered dentists to be a little sadistic, looking forward to inflicting pain, but nowadays, it seems to be about 'prevention' rather than 'cure'. As my sister says, it must be one of the most hated professions! Why would you want to train for years to be the most hated person!  However, perhaps it is not the case now.  Maybe it is an age thing!

The 'answering service' took quite a few return calls this week, mostly from Sheriff's or Constables, whose services I required in the deliverance of documents.  When they asked for me, and I stated this  was me, they all made a strange sound.  Not all made the same sound, but it equated to either surprise, or confusion.  Once I stated my reason, and appeared to be quite au fait with the system, most warmed up and were very helpful.  

Occasionally, I am taken aback by Texas, and Texans.  Being
'professional' has little to do with speech or attire.  I learned that when an attorney presented some papers to a judge in a courtroom, wearing a pair of very dark jeans and a white unbuttoned shirt.  (The Attorney, not the judge!)   It was smart, yet too casual for a British courtroom. However, a British courtroom would have a barrister, and not a lawyer pleading a case in front of a judge. (For the most part!)  "Yes, judge!" rather than, "Your honour!"  All this to say, I had to call our bank this week, and once I had answered the 'security' questions, the person on the other end simply said, "Thank you, hun".  Perhaps it is acceptable now in my homeland, but it wasn't when I left.  It is interesting to feel as if I have 'scored' on one side of the ocean, but would have felt a little insulted on the other! Everything is territorial. 

My car sped up the hill.  It was as if she had been given a 'transplant'. I could not believe the vigour she appeared to have, and I could almost hear giggles from the engine.  I called the mechanic to say thank you!  He was a little surprised, but grateful I called.  "Two reasons. We don't always get a thank you, and now I know who to get to work on mine!"  That sounded like a good deal!  I have no idea what the cowboys who worked on mine over the years did to her, but it was not a good job!  

March, as they say, comes in like a lion, and goes out like a lamb.  Not here!  March just comes in!  As cold as it was on Thursday, it was a balmy day on Friday, with a slight breeze, and lots of sun.  With an extra day in February, I was given some respite.  For some reason, to me, the new month is so aptly named.  Time does march on.  I do not know why but the year loses its newness and everything seems to speed up!  Perhaps it is a 'programme' that I have written inside, or perhaps it just is!  Suffice it to say, we hit the new month at the end of the week, and time just seemed to sail by!  

Despite time marching on, and the fact that I have been here for two decades, it is still impossible for some people to think I am anything more than a voice!  Those who have dealt with our company for a considerable time, still find it hard to believe anything I say.  Perhaps it is because they think I just don't know, or perhaps they just listen to the accent and don't hear what I have to say!  However, some are quite eager to hear my answers.  I received a call from an attorney in Connecticut, who after talking to me sent an email containing documentation for delivery, and saying that I, yes, me, had been 'highly recommended' and I, yes, me, got 'top marks' from one particular paralegal at the firm that gave said recommendation.  It was quite the moment.  It was a proud moment!  However, it was soon taken away by someone who has no idea of how the industry works, and explained the 'rules' to me like I was a child learning how to read!  I did not tell him that he was completely wrong, and if it came to it, I could testify before the judge, "Yes, judge.  This is ineffectual because.....".  I wonder what the judge would think!  This too, I take not personally.  A comedian here has a catchphrase, "You can't fix stupid!"  I rise not to the challenge when I am given a dressing down by someone who thinks I cannot know, but who in fact, knows little themselves. The joy of being an Alien!  Yes, that is my official title!  ET does only stand for Extra Terrestrial, but Emigrated Tracie!

All in all, this post can be taken negatively or positively.  I choose the latter!  There comes a time when it suddenly hits you that it really doesn't matter, in a lot of cases, what people think you know, don't know, purport to know, or not.  If you know, you know!  I had a good teacher!  I also did my homework!  

Another round of reading, and catching up on fictional espionage (or is it) and a toe dip in the cold water, will finish off the weekend nicely.  Perhaps next week I can deliver a more humourous account of the woman who sits back quietly in the wings, unless someone ruffles her feathers, in what I hope not to forget to be ..... another story!