ALL FALL DOWN!

Both Grant and Samantha received emails on Friday.  Two sets of winning tickets.  I was in two minds whether I wanted to attend the Usher concert.  I knew he was a huge name back in the nineties, and still, apparently, draws a crowd.  His 'sound' was not unappealing.  However, the 'huge' name, and a 'school night' do not necessarily mix.  

After a reasonably relaxing afternoon on Sunday, I came back to reality and headed into the office Monday morning.  The email had said that a reply was needed by 10am, on Monday, and then the offer would be passed on to someone else.  I waited, checked both emails and found nothing.  The absence of a response now had me wanting to go to the concert.  Grant was not too keen, but would go if I wanted to. I assured him that if he didn't want to go, that was okay.  I could travel with Samantha and Edward, and would not mind sitting on my own.  I sent an email to the radio station, from Samantha, asking quite politely, where we were to retrieve the tickets, as my 'plus one' was quite pumped and raring to go!

Around three o'clock in the afternoon, the radio station responded.  The promoter was very sorry, but her team had not yet sent out anything, and she had instructed them to do so immediately.  Had I not emailed, I wondered if they would have remembered at all!  However, as they are freebies, I was not in a position to demand, or at least I felt as if I was not in a position to demand!  Around four o'clock, the tickets arrived.  Amazingly enough, they were not only on the same row, but both sets were side by side!  I assured Grant I did not need him to escort me, and Edward found a replacement.  One of his older ex-work colleagues.  The lady in question is not quite a senior, but heading that way, but she was very excited by the prospect of seeing such a 'huge' star!

As both parents were going to be in attendance, the little chap came with!  Armed with snacks, milk, and the obligatory headphones, to protect his ears.  The theatre was packed to the rafters.  We were actually in the rafters!  The only seats that appeared to be vacant were those on our row!  I think they could have been winning tickets either not claimed, or not sent!  

Oh, how I would have minded sitting on my own!  Although definitely not my type, and although it may seem like 'the lady doth protest too much', I really have never found the man to be appealing in that way, but to put it bluntly, 'sex on a stick!'  I know the modern day vernacular would not approve of what I am about to say, but it was very obvious, before my own eyes, women really did want to feel like women within this arena.  I have never, never, been able to gyrate like that!  What is more, the few that were selected to sit on the VIP stage, gyrated like their life depended on it!  In fact, I don't know that I could even begin to move as they moved!  I think I would be unteachable on some of those moves!  Good for them!  My grandson loved the show!  Roller-skating across the stage brought claps from the little boy, obviously oblivious to the sex appeal!  However, I was definitely ready to leave before the end!  There were only about four more songs to go, according to the 'app' that showed the playlist.  

No doubt, or perhaps it is just my opinion, the performer was quite influenced by the late Mr. Jackson.  It was a great show, but enough is as good as a feast!  I was definitely pleased I went, as it was an experience.  It definitely was an experience!  It was not as good as Tears for Fears, nor Boy George and Squeeze, but it did rate with one of the most energetic, and to a point, enjoyable.  As Grant did not join me, we did not go into the discussion of how amazing it was to be able to attend these shows, which always seems to be our 'post mortem'.  However, I did contemplate the difference in my life, here, again. My mother (perhaps my father, too) considered concerts to be dens of iniquity.  One way or another, she was concerned I would be lured into something. Perhaps, go with a strange to goodness knows where! (I would never have done that.)  Perhaps, take some drugs. (I would never have done that.)  Perhaps, do something unsavoury! (Her list was amazingly long in this category, and I found all an abomination!) I think my mother used reverse psychology to frighten me, rather than just did not trust me.  I will never know! I remember her telling me I was 'not a big enough fan', when I asked if I could join my friends at a concert.  Perhaps they just could not afford the tickets!  However, I digress.  As I merge into my senior years, I am reliving my youth, and attending concerts and shows that I probably would not have enjoyed more as a teenager!  An Englishwoman abroad am I, and loving it!

I wondered if Grant was slightly disappointed that he did not join us.  His 'maybe it would have been fun' was not overly emphasised, but he appeared to half-heatedly feel he lost an opportunity.  There is always the next concert!

As much as I had wanted to leave, and as much as I did not want to subject myself to anymore of the sensuous performance, I was definitely on a bit of a high!  I got in just before midnight and could not sleep for hours!  When it was time to get up, I was exhausted!  The whole day was a bit of a blur, and the last thing I wanted to do when I got home, was continue to work, but I had left my kitchen in a bit of a state and had to clear up and prepare for Wednesday evening!

My age probably has not a thing to do with my inability to 'work' things.  I received a message from my neighbour asking if I could water her plants.  She was out of town for a few days, and had not realised that the temperatures were going to be quite so high.  I assured her that this would not be  problem.  I asked if she wanted me to look out for packages or deliveries, but she said a friend was coming in a couple of times to water the indoor plants!  Is everyone on the same page as me?  My first impression was the impression of everyone else I told. "If she is coming to water the indoor plants....?"  However, it made no difference to me, as I am only next door!  I am happy to be neighbourly!

Turning the hose was easy.  Trying to work the nozzle was something else.  I pressed what I thought were buttons, turned the head, pulled on the trigger. Eventually, I did something that caused a trickle, but failed to activate it!  I was not going to give up!  Time was marching on and I went in search for Raul, but he was nowhere to be found.  As security conscious as the pair are, I assume they have cameras all around their patio, and laughed heartily at my efforts.  Eventually, I found the secret!  Push the bit that on every other nozzle is solidly stuck to the head!  Oh joy!  Of course, I told my story to all and sundry, and of course, all and sundry laughed!  

I promised I would look after Teddy on Friday, as Samantha was going to have an early birthday celebration, and had invited some of her friends over for the evening.  Her friend Cori arrived and they told the story of how they met, and how we had been invited to her baby shower, not having ever met her!  "Not only were they strangers, but they didn't speak my language!" said her now very close pal.  That would be us!  Foreigners!  English is our language. American English, not so much!

The weekend came around, and it was hot.  Austin was set to hit the century today, but I am not sure it got there.  It was close!  The University of Texas beat their rivals, Oklahoma, on Saturday, so all restaurants were packed!  Next week promises to be cooler. Perhaps it will be, perhaps not.  Nothing on the menu as of yet as far as reliving what I would have loved to do in my teenage years, but then again, next week is ........... another story!

WHICH WAY OUT!

I did get to have a little bit of respite on Sunday, despite having some company.  Our illustrious chainman of the board came to the pool and although, at first, appeared to be totally non-communicative, suddenly went into a tirade!  I was laughing tears, as he recalled previous events and in particular a previous resident who was prone to 'in depth' research on everything.  I am not sure what it was that had him on a roll, but it brought back some memories that were, indeed, highly amusing.  Laughter really is a good medicine and whilst I was not so much in need of pharmaceuticals, I felt much better at the end of the session!

Monday morning was not as easy as it would have been with our 'man Friday'.  It would not have been quite as bad if we had confidence that he would return on Tuesday, but we knew that would not be the case.  Perhaps Wednesday!

"Nope.  Still not back. You can speak to me!"  There was still some resistance, although some people had come to terms with the fact that I actually do know what I am talking about, and can deal with things in the absence of anyone else!  Anyone!  Anyone will do!  Someone from another office, as long as it is not the Englishwoman!  I can laugh or I can get angry.  A wise person, (actually, one of the promoters at Costco,) coined a phrase.  Anger can be your best friend or your worst enemy!  It is so true!  (The young man in question has autism, and is very open about his 'condition' - He quoted this to me and I asked who originally said it.  "Me!" he said.  When I said it was a very deep thought, he asked me to explain why, and then asked me to explain my interpretation, as although he understood it, obviously, he needed to make sure that I understood it! I gave him my understanding of said phrase and he was happy!  I digress!)  Mostly, I laugh!  However, I need not linger on the subject!

By the time Tuesday morning came around, Thursday was looking unlikely!  Could I last two weeks being two people.  Two and a half people if you consider I am still taking on some of Dana's old tasks (which I think are being slightly more efficiently run, but that is my opinion!)  Yes, I am on a self-promoting (or is it a self-preservation,) roll!  

"A wise man told me that anger can be your best friend or worst enemy", I told my maintenance man.  He was a little upset by something that had taken place a few days earlier.  I did give Shawn the credit, and then explained what I meant by this borrowed quote!  Raul laughed and found it rather a good phrase.  I wondered if it would get lost in translation, depending on whom he told!  

"Northwest London", I told a new client who had decided that I was proficient enough to take care of his business.  "Twenty years", came the next answer.  "Then you know the ropes!" he stated, rather than questioned.  I tried not to get too excited, and told him that I had a very good teacher!  I have learned a lot, and studied a lot.  After all, if I am going to live here, I need to know how!  I remember hearing someone commenting on how people who have lived, or travel around a certain area for a long time, will not always notice a new road sign.  The newcomers will notice it as they are more aware.  I am amazed at what people here do not know, but then again, they are natives, and maybe have had no need to know!  They have no need to prove their rights.  

I spent my 'home' time ant-proofing my kitchen!  Sugar ants have been my enemy this year, and although I think I found the source, I wanted to make sure they will stay out of my house!  Reorganising my kitchen was not too difficult and I was in one of my rare 'throw it all out' moods!  Not having to prepare for my usual Wednesday gathering was definitely a blessing, especially during one of my 'rare' moods!  

My confidence was slightly shattered on Wednesday morning.  I had been dreaming about something that I could not recall, but I did perceive it was to do with my ability to cook.  I could not remember how to make a simple stew.  Of course, by the time I entered my kitchen, made breakfast, unloaded the dishwasher and mentally ordered my tasks before going to work, I had remembered how to make a simple stew!  It was rather odd.  I tried to think what it was I was watching on television, or what I had heard that would have filtered into my night visions, and caused me to have this block.  However, dinner was delicious, even if I say do myself!  

What a wonderful surprise it was to see Grant back at his desk on Thursday.  I had bought flowers and cakes to welcome him back, but of course, I anticipated a Monday arrival, Tuesday at the latest.  The flowers were now in full bloom, and he thought they were beautiful.  However, the muffins were slightly on the stale side, but we all partook of some!  He told me about his nightmare of a vacation, and i filled him in on the gossip!  I continued to cover him for a while as I know what it is like to come back after a week or two, and I did not want him to get overwhelmed.  Of course, we joked about the fact that he would take off again seeing all he had to do, but it appeared that despite the non-compliance of some, I had 'done good'.  He was just as glad to be back as we were to have him back!

The week came to an end, as it always does, and we packed up for the weekend.  I felt quite exhausted, but I think it was due to the destress!  Saturday was the usual shopping day, where I was able to tell Shawn that he had become quite famous.  He seemed delighted!  I spent the afternoon reading.  There was a sense of calm, despite my neighbour's grandsons splashing in the much cooler water.  It was fun to watch the boys, and listen to their jokes and antics!

I overslept, slightly, on Sunday.  It mattered not as it is a self imposed 'get up' time.  It was only fifteen minutes, but it was worth it!  I got up and felt quite refreshed.  Knowing that next week will have a full compliment of workers (hopefully) there was a sense of calm!  I spoke to my sister and we swapped our week's stories.  Although I am not always a fan of technology, or should I say the liberties taken with technology, I do like the aspect of being able to chat with my family face to face!

Will I have an exciting week?  Will I have an easier week? Will I have an enjoyable week?  I will let you know in .......... another story!

NO END IN SIGHT!

When my daughter told me that her father had planned a visit, I was very pleased for her.  He has not seen his grandson, in real time, since last year, and it would be a good experience for them both.  When she told me that her father had planned a trip to Las Vegas, I was a little less pleased, as I knew what they probably entailed.  When she added that he had asked her little family to join them, I knew this meant a few days watching the dogs.  There would be no, "would you mind"; it would be "We are going away", and included in that statement would be an assumption, nay and expectation that we would look after the quadrupeds.  A long weekend was not my idea of bliss, but this turned into a week, which ended up being ten days!  

Dropping them off on Thursday was always going to be the plan.  An early morning flight does not leave time for deviation, especially when the drop off point is in the opposite direction from the airport.  We were given a list of 'do's' and 'don't's'.  However, I gave my disclaimer in return.  If I am looking after them, at my house, I am not going to, necessarily, adhere to all aspects.  

Thursday night and Friday morning was not a problem, apart from the walks, which are more of an inconvenience than an issue.  Looking after two dogs is not always easy, especially when one wants to go out and the other doesn't, and despite being in charge, and letting them know, "It's time to go out", you can lead a horse to water but can't make him drink!  Three times around the block does not always have the desired outcome, and a stubborn beast, who is a little perturbed at being sent away, may take a couple of days to settle into the new environment, despite having been there many times before.  As I was holding down her job as well as mine, I told my daughter that I needed to sleep at night and could not spend the early hours of the morning dealing with anomalies.  

To the rescue came Cori.  My daughter's friend came and collected one of the dogs. The little one.  It was thought that the older, and slightly larger animal would stress if he was abandoned yet again, and if he was taken away from his parents, and then from his beloved Dana, he would just fret continually.  As Cori has a pack of (fixed) females, the little one would probably enjoy himself more.  I felt as if I had failed.  Failed my daughter, failed the dogs, and failed in general.  However, I did feel far more relaxed, as did the 'big one' as he was more inclined to do as he was told.

I received daily updates, and did not feel too bad about letting one of them go.  It would not be forever.  I had to remind myself that I was the one who was originally 'put out'!

We dropped the 'big one' back on Sunday morning, and apparently the 'little one' was collected soon after.  All appeared to be well!

Dogs are not really my 'thing'.  I have never had dogs, and although I am one to say, "Never say never", I do not think I will ever own a dog. Perhaps I am too selfish.  Perhaps I just do not want the hassle, but it is my choice.  However, the guilt is quite debilitating!  They are like family and when I had to give one away (albeit for a few days) the pain was excruciating.  Exaggerate do I not!  Not quite Sophie's choice. (I thought long and hard about making that comparison, but figured my readers would understand it was the nearest I could make, not diluting the severity!)

I failed to feel the benefit on Sunday night, of not having to take a long walk in the humid evening temperatures, and I felt little relief Monday morning, when I did not have to venture into the wooded area behind the office.  It was if I was being punished for not keeping the two of them, and not experiencing the usual euphoria of being pet-less!  

Our following week started with a bang.  Grant was off for a week to help his friend, and I was dreading having to be him, as well as me.  I knew I could do it, but it felt a little daunting.  With everything that has happened over the last year, my confidence levels have surged, but once things 'settle down', and I get back into a normal(ish) routine, going out of the frying pan, back into the fire, heightens the tension slightly.  Of course, we managed.  The worst thing was the 'newbies' not knowing who I am and what I know!  "But we need to speak to someone about ......". Try me!  Oh wow, did I answer your questions?  Are you not amazed?  Apparently not.  Oh well, your loss!

The maintenance man at our office walked into my room and asked, "Can I be Frank?"  I resisted the obvious.  "Or you can be Bob, or Steve, or Mark".  I responded that I would be delighted if he would be 'Frank'.  (Or Bob, or Steve, or Mark.)  Apparently, there had been a 'solicitor' who had been coming into individual offices and promoting his communication company.  In doing so, he has stated two untruths. Firstly, (and this is heinous, per our maintenance man,) he has said that said solicitor has claimed that the managing agency has asked him to come and let the occupants know of his company's new and improved technology.  Secondly, he has been telling individuals that their neighbours have all (all) said they are having problems with their current company, namely ....! He (the maintenance man) wanted to categorically (my word, not his) state that management would never (NEVER) do such a thing! I told the maintenance man that the fellow had indeed called, and I had told him that firstly, (reversing the subject) I was unaware of everyone having a problem with their current (named) provider, as we did not share a current provider, and secondly, the management would never (NEVER) ask a provider to solicit their wares.  There is a very plain 'no soliciting' sign on the front door, as well as on mine.  Why would I trust someone who starts their pitch with a lie!  The maintenance man (who has become somewhat of a groupie as he loves the accent) was delighted.  I further told him that the younger generation (not all, I might add) do not appear to understand what 'no soliciting' means!  With the maintenance man smiling happily, as he left my office, I felt I could face the world, or at least do my job a well as Grant's!

Our homeowners meeting was quite the event.  The managing agency who is supposed (supposed) to work for us, has not really been doing a good job.  Actually, the point person has really let us down.  I  rarely say anything at the meeting as I feel she thinks I am somewhat naïve,  and is occasionally quite curt.  I did wonder if I was being over sensitive, but did have the fact confirmed by our esteemed chairperson.   However, when I know I am right, I will state my point.  The Englishwoman did not hold back!  I did not receive a standing ovation, but was told I was 'in order'.

The overnight temperatures dropped somewhat dramatically, and the water temperatures did the same.  The season is now the 'shape intake of breath' period that goes from summer to fall.  It is not quite 'wet suit' weather, but we are approaching fast!  "Wet suit?" whispered a neighbour's friend, as she asked me if it was cold enough yet.  The smile, nod and widened open eyes assure me that the friend thought I was a little insane!  Moreso, the friend appeared concerned for their friend for asking the question without thought.  Had they bought into my madness?  I am used to that!

Grant's plans, apparently, did not go to plan.  He had gone to help a friend load up a truck and move back to Texas, but the friend was supposed to be packed when he arrived.  Not only was he not fully packed, but he had not started!  We told him that if he had to take some more time, it was okay.  Really, we told him that!  I did not know for whom I should feel bad!  Him, or me!  

We did survive (of course) without our dynamo.  There was little time for much else than work, but we ended the week taking our grandson to dinner, and having him stay overnight.  Thankfully, he sleeps like a log!

Saturday morning was fun.  Dana and Teddy thought it would be fun to have a pillow (cushion) fight, or at least a throwing fest!  It was good to see them playing together.  We went to get our groceries, and all was well.  

I do not miss the dogs, and I do not miss having a (nearly) two year old around this morning.  I do not crave discussions with solicitors, nor do I miss my groupie.  Today, I am just going to have a 'me' day.  Or at least that is the plan.  Will it happen?  Watch out in .... another story!

 

ONE MORE CHANCE!

I have excuses.  Four, in fact.  My son, daughter-in-law, and two grandsons.  My excuses for lack of posts.  I know, I made a resolution, but it would have been impossible.  Two young boys, with boundless energy, made it so, and Grandma loved every minute.

The 'surprise' that was supposed to happen four years ago, was burning through my oldest grandson, as he had kept the secret from me several months, and at the time, it was a huge thing for him.  However, I had to be told about this trip, as I would have to prepare for their arrival.  Keeping the secret from my daughter was not so easy, and I nearly let the 'cat out of the bag' on several occasions.

We knew the boys wanted to come and visit, but due to one thing and another, on their end, it seemed less and less likely that they would make it, but in the end they booked their flights, and the plan was put into motion.

A little over two weeks ago, on Friday, they landed in Austin, went to get their car, and were making their way to the office.  Their flight took off late, and I was messaging with Steph throughout.  My daughter was sending her videos, as this time last year, we were at home!  Steph could not see the videos and we were waiting to see if she would send me the same pictures and videos, so I knew how Steph should comment.  In the end, Steph said she would facetime with my daughter later that evening, as they were going to a barbeque and would be back late!  My phone was 'pinging' constantly, and I thought Samantha may have become suspicious, as she misses nothing!  Tangled webs were being weaved!  

My daughter disappeared, and sent me a message to say she was going to the Vet, and had gone 'out the back way' to avoid my youngest grandson  wondering where his mum was going, without him!  I panicked. The English family would be arriving at any minute, or so I thought, and the messages were not going through to their phones! I had visions of them meeting in the car park, and whilst it would s\till have been a surprise, I would not have seen it. They did not arrive, but instead, my daughter sat in the front office for a while, playing with her son, who was sitting quietly watching a movie.  Thankfully she went back to her office, and I watched as the clock fast approached six!

The doors to our office building lock at six, and when they arrived I had to go out and open them.  I quickly ushered them in, and the boys walked past their cousin, who was unperturbed by their arrival, still focused on fish on the television, through the corridor and into her room.  I knew she was surprised, by her lack of vocal excitement. Instead, she took a huge sharp intake of breath and was speechless!  The boys were delighted that it had worked, and I was amazed that she had not guessed!  I was finally able to give them all a big hug.

Dinner was at the taco place, and then we all came back to my house, dumped bags, and went for a swim.  It was wonderful to have them here.  Edward had taken the baby home, so Samantha could 'play' with the boys and her brother.  It was a fun evening.

Of course, IHOP was the first port of call on Saturday.  Pancakes galore!  It was a full day, and from there we went to Walmart.  Perhaps not the most exciting trip to those who live here, but essentials were bought.  I had gone with Dana a couple of weeks ago to buy some toothbrushes and a mini fridge!  My middle grandson had expressed a want for one of these in his bedroom, but his parents had firmly put their feet down!  However, at Grandma's anything is possible!  It was a great hit!  I think their M & M's would have been eaten far more quickly if they had not been refrigerated, but they were rationed!  A neighbour arrived at the pool a little after us, with her child, and her 'boyfriend' with his two.  Ollie was the same age as the boyfriend's son, and they spent the best part of an hour discussing football!  Or soccer as it is known here.  Interestingly enough, my neighbour's grandma was originally from Tottenham, not far from where my father lived as a child.  Although we have passed the time of day before, we have never really 'chatted'.  Now we had something in common!

Samantha had asked one of her friends to come to the pool on Sunday, and she had asked if her sisters could join.  I had told our esteemed Chairman of our association, that I may be entertaining more than the 'allowed without permission' and he had told me to 'go for it!   

I did have to go to work, but joined them by the pool after they had finished 'the rounds' during the day. There were lots of things they wanted to do, places they wanted to visit, and I wanted them to have some 'family holiday time' as well as extended family time.  Thankfully, kids had gone back to school here, so many places were not overly packed!  

Ollie was celebrating his birthday while they were here, and of course I wanted to make it special.  We started at Mozart's coffee shop.  Samantha and Teddy joined us, and we enjoyed breakfast and feeding the ducks.  They went go kart racing then Ollie chose the restaurant for dinner.  Although the venue he chose does not provide 'birthday dessert' as do most others, the waiter was very gracious, and brought out a huge piece of chocolate cake, with several spoons.  It was a memorable day for Ollie!

The week marched on and I juggled work with play, and restaurants with home cooked food.  My living room was stacked with flotation devices and other pool toys, as well as goggles, snacks, water bottles and a variety of clothes!  I had made up my mind to ignore the mess and enjoy the boys!  I could clear up when they left!  

Dana and I had brought all we needed into our room, so that they could have the full run of the rest of the house.  I had told my daughter, in preparation of an inquest as to why things were being moved, that our friend was coming to Austin as he had an interview, and wanted to stay the night.  That was also my excuse for not having the baby to stay on the first Friday!

By the end of the first week, I was exhausted. Happy but exhausted!  We all went our own way on Saturday night, as Samantha had her 'mum's night out', and I had not been able to tell her to postpone without giving anything away!  Richard was due to leave on Sunday, as he had to be back at work on Tuesday, and that was part of the reason why we thought they would not be able to come.  Dana and I took ourselves out for dinner!

Sunday morning started at IHOP, as they had not quite had their fill, and then we came back for a final 'all of us by the pool' couple of hours.  Then the trip to the airport.  We all pilled into the huge SUV that they had rented, and dropped 'dad' off at 'curbside'.  The policeman standing by the doors was watching as one by one, we jumped out of the SUV and hugged Richard.  I think he thought we were jumping in one side and out the other!  It was a little emotional, but we had plans for the boys!

The sunset was magnificent at the top of Mount Bonnell, considering the afternoon had been quite cloudy.  We sat and watched until it had completely disappeared, and then headed home.  We had feasted on fast food, Whataburger to be precise, which was rather amazing.  The location was a little 'sketchy' to use the local term, but despite the diversity of the patrons, it was all quite calm!  By the time we got back, it was almost bedtime for the boys, and I think the emotional drain had finally hit!  They went to bed and watched a movie.  I went to bed!

Of course, we were back to 'full on' Monday.  The early night that had been planned did not happen.  Tuesday night we had tickets for a concert!  We had won tickets to see Boy George and Squeeze.  I had told Richard that I would get them tickets if they wanted, but (selfishly, perhaps) I was not going to miss it.  I had been so excited when we had won.  I had purchased three more tickets, which gave me an idea as to how much I would have to spend if ever I really wanted to go to a concert,  

We had spent some time by the pool, and then got ready to leave.  The car park was directly opposite the amphitheatre but as we only had 'general admission' tickets, we had to walk around to the other side.  Once inside, we found that they were going to close the 'general admission' section, in case of storms, which we had encountered during the day.  We would be given alternative tickets, but unfortunately for us, they were filling the back rows first.  However, the ticket man said, "I recognise that accent".  I asked him where he was from, and he replied that he hailed from North East London.  "We are from North West", I said, with a wry smile.  "How does row B sound?" he said, taking the tickets from the bottom.  

Seated in the second row, we waited, and ate our overpriced nachos and hot dogs. I warned the boys that they would be embarrassed, as Grandma was going to dance!  Finally, Boy George came on stage, and for the next hour and a bit, we were entertained.  Teddy came with as Edward had made plans.  He was up on the screen for all to see, dancing to all the songs!  It was fortunate that Boy George was the first act, as the boys were both hot and bothered by the time Karma Chameleon was sung, and Steph took the back to the car, with the baby. I wanted to see Squeeze and she had told us to take our time.  Once in the car, the boys would feel better, in the air conditioned vehicle.  We did stay.  They were magnificent.  I was in my element, bouncing around and singing to a punk rock band!  I recalled the fear parents had when punk first hit the scenes. Anarchy!  Yet I liked some of the music, to my mother's horror!  I thought how funny it would have been to tell her.  Yet, this band had grown up with the rest of us.  Nicely dressed, they took to the stage, and a bunch of senior citizens sang and 'moved to the groove'.  It was amazing.  

As promised, the boys were doing okay when we got back to the car.  They had cooled off and were bopping (inside the car) to some drum and base, which Teddy appeared to be enjoying immensely.  We drove home and all was well.

I joined them on Wednesday afternoon and we headed out to the cinema.  Popcorn wad ordered and brought to our chairs.  We were the only people in the theatre, as schools were back, and it was a matinee.  The lady asked if we would like butter on the popcorn, and one boy said yes, whilst the other said no.  As the 'large' popcorn was 'refillable' she brought up two lots, one with butter, and one without.  When they brought out another bowl, the film was almost over.  After a big bowl of popcorn, and a milkshake with a donut on top, this bowl was not going to be eaten.  However, as ever, I was prepared.  I took a bag from my handbag and got the boys to pour it in.  Steph was doubled over with laughter, and videoed the boys pouring the goodies into the bag, all the while saying, "What happens when you have too much popcorn, Rich...Your mum!"  We went back to the office, and distributed the popcorn among the staff!

After all the popcorn, we were surprised at how much we actually ate for dinner.  We rain poured as we made our way to the Olive Garden, which was Jamie's choice.  We ate and ate, and then danced to the music, as we were the only people in the back room.  It was a great evening, and although it was the 'last supper' we were all in good spirits.

They left on Thursday afternoon.  It had been an amazing visit.  The boys wanted to go home to see their dad, but at the same time, they wanted to stay for more fun!  I told them that if they lived here, it would be like normal life.  They would feel going home would be a holiday.  They doubted it!  We swam all morning, and then got ready to go to the airport.  We told the boys they had to behave for their mum, as she was very brave making the journey with the alone.  

The house seemed very empty.  I was reluctant to clean up, as it would mean they had really gone home.  I did clear up, on the Monday.  A pair of flip flops, a pair of shorts and a pack of Oreo's were left.  I also found a tile from a game and the instructions to the same game.  Not a great amount of items, but each on a tug on the heart strings.  

Getting back to normal is, of course,  perspective.  What is normal?  A hectic, amazing and wonderful two weeks flew past.  I remember my dad saying that having the grandkids was a blessing and a miracle.  It was a blessing when they arrived, and a miracle when they left!  I get the sentiment, but after the miracle wears off, you are once again, awaiting the next blessing!  Having my house back to normal felt good, and at the same time, very, very sad!  

As we head into Autumn, and another month, nearly another year (sorry, but Christmas decorations arrive din the shops before July 4 this year) it seems time is flying by at hyperspeed.  What did I know of hyperspeed as a kid!  My intentions are there, and my resolution still stands. However, there is the tale about the dogs, but that is ...........another story!

OH SUCH A PERFECT DAY!

As if on cue, the first couple of drops of rain fell to the ground in front of me, as I descended the steps.  I wanted to have a swim and, perhaps read, before the onslaught of visitors that were expected.  Samantha and her friend were going to join me, together with their offsprings, and whilst the friend and son would have been respite, as they would have 'each other' to keep company, I was sure that I would be involuntarily included in the festivities!  I really should not complain, as I know how blessed I am to have a grandchild living so near, and whom I see often, but I do relish my 'time off'.  However, I digress....

I descended the steps as the first couple of drops of rain fell to the ground in front of me.  Our beloved, esteemed and honoured chairman, (his diligence in keeping our community in good standing really does deserver a huge vote of thanks, together with that of our secretary, who is also 'on the ball' at all times, all on a voluntary basis,) was swimming laps.  I would have to wait my turn. Quite happy to do so, as he was there 'first', I made my way to the second chair (which is mine) and planted my stuff!  The first couple of raindrops were succeeded by heavy pelts and by the time I was 'set up', the tempest was almost in full swing!  I took my spare umbrella from my bag, (one I have failed to take out, and perhaps with good cause,) opened it, and placed it over his phone, book and t-shirt.  "Has there been any thunder?" came the question from the corner of the pool.  "Not yet", I responded, as I sat, knees to chest, under my slightly larger covering, reading my book.  A couple of laps later, the thunder rolled in, and out of the water leapt our chairman.   He strode quickly to his chair, picked up the umbrella, phone, t-shirt and book, and knees to chest clutched at the handle of the Union Jack covering.  "Welcome to England", I said, tongue in cheek. We sat for the next fifteen minutes, chatting about 'current affairs' until the rain petered out, slightly.  He thanked me for my umbrella, and left.  I sat and waited for the clouds to part, but instead they got darker, and I too left the area.

Two and a half hours after the initial couple of rain drops that fell to the ground in front of me, the clouds finally parted and the sun shone.  I returned to my 'happy place' got into the pool, which was still surprisingly warm!  I read a little, and then swam a little more, enjoying one of the things I would probably not have, had I stayed in England.  I say, 'probably', as who knows what would have happened if I had.  Perhaps I would have remarried a millionaire, or a prince, and lived in the lap of luxury.  I have a strong suspicion that would  not have been the case, but I did not, and here I am, and grateful every day that I am blessed with what I have been given!

Although it did little to reduce the temperature, everything was blooming and I could smell the grass first thing in the morning.  I did not have to water my plants, and I had all my wares to take with me to the office, so I felt as if I was off to a good start.  Naturally, I ended up being late, due to 'circumstances beyond my control', which probably could have been 'within' my control, had I put my mind to it!  Time is not always my friend!  I had taken 'something' out of the freezer for dinner, and was not confident that it was what I thought it was!  I thought I might be picking up my car from the 'shop', and wanted to be totally prepared.  However, the 'shop' was still trying to solve the problem of the 'electrics' and the central locking.  The fact that the passenger side does not automatically open when the key is turned, is probably a good thing, as I tend to drive the car when alone, and whilst I feel quite safe when shopping alone, I know that no one will be able to just 'jump in'.  Once again, who would want to just 'jump in'.  An old car, an old woman....I am sure there are better options!

I did get the opportunity to 'unwind' after work.  However, I was not alone at my 'happy place' and did not get the chance to read very much.  Finding it hard to put a book down, because it is compelling, or just a very good read, has become a thing of the past.  "What do you think.....?" is a question I am asked on several occasions, normally about my homeland, but sometimes my 'English' perspective on 'other' issues.  Always, the questions are asked when I am finding it hard to put a book down because it is compelling, or just a very good read! 

When I purchased my cherries for the black forest gateaux last week, Grant had asked, excitedly, if we were having 'cherry lattice pie'.  I had not ever considered making a 'cherry lattice pie', as it would require 'cherry pie' filling, and that is something I do not generally buy, (despite the fact I had a can in the pantry, who knows why,) as I am not a 'pie filling' maker of pies!  However, I decided to make one for Wednesday.  I drove across the river on Tuesday and found I had time to spare.  I sent my nail lady a message to ask how traffic was on her journey, and she said it was very light.  She asked if I was nearby as she would like to stop and pick something up. I told her to go ahead, as I was extremely early and would stop to get some cherry pie filling, and would she like a coffee from the 'heavenly bright shining dot, with the slang for dollar', coffee shop.  (I have been looking at too many cryptic crosswords.)  Six dollars for a small iced coffee seemed quite extortionate, but it is not every day that I buy coffee!  I must have looked quite surprised, as the girl behind the counter asked, "Is that okay?"  I bought my cherry pie filling and then headed to the salon.  I said I am grateful every day that I am blessed with what I have been given!  I did not say it was always exciting!

Grant, very kindly helped me downstairs with a broken wardrobe door on Wednesday.  It has been resting up against the other doors for the best part of six months, and I have been unable to access my wardrobe without great difficulty.  (Still not exciting.)  He was rewarded with the 'American' cherry lattice pic for dessert.  "Yes, it is American, as it has pie filling!" I announced ,somewhat disparaging of his culture, and of course of that of my husband!  It was a great success, I am happy to say!

My after work leisure time was not to be again, on Thursday, as not one, but two neighbours were at the pool.  Our esteemed, honoured and beloved chairman was swimming, and another neighbour just sitting debating on whether to get in the water. Our chairman stopped, and said he wanted to do another 'set', and was that okay.  I told him that he was there first.  "If only that mattered!" he said, as we have both found people will gravitate to 'our end' when we are swimming and as soon as we are finished, they gravitate back.  Normally visitors!  I waited patiently to swim, and after was brought into a conversation about 'community' matters.  My book remained closed for the longest time, and when I did open it to read, I noticed the time, and if I wanted to eat at a reasonably hour, I would have to make a decision to shorten my 'me' time.  I should be grateful every day that I am blessed with what I have been given! Good neighbours are a blessing!

"Are you English?" asked the man at the 'shop'.  I had gone to collect my car, which apparently was still in the 'bay' despite being told it was ready for pick up.  Apparently, the part for which they were waiting, had arrived, after I had called to ask if the work was completed.  Instead of having to pick it up, and return it to have the extra part fitted, they went ahead and prepared it for the next step.  However, no one told me!  I do like the 'shop'.  They are efficient, they do not overcharge, and they have a guy who is a specialist who loves to work on it.  However, their powers of communication leave a lot to be desired.  U am very happy with the work, but need to be prepared to wait!  You can please some of the people, some of the time!!  However, I digress.  "Are you English?" asked the mechanic.  I replied that I was, and he asked about the recent general election.  He did not understand how British politics worked.  I spun my yarn, which took all of two minutes, and he launched into a monologue of what he thought, and what he perceived, and went through a ten year history of politics on both sides of the pond.  I wanted to say "My husband is waiting to see if he needs to wait fir ne, with my grandson in the car", and "Can I please go now", but his passion was such that I did not want to interrupt!  Eventually Dana called to see what was going on, and I told him that I was not going to be given my car.  "What? Why not?" I had in one ear, with 1999 being brought up in the other!  Eventually, I had to tell them both to 'stop!'.  Of course, it was in a very polite 'stop!' on both counts.

The baby stayed over on Friday night, and his mum came round to pick us both up to go shopping.  It was tax free weekend, and quite busy.  I felt little need to take advantage of the lack of 8.25 percent, and why should I!  After all, it is for those who need help with school supplies, or is it?  There were a lot of bargains, and I love a bargain, but I resisted.  Having moved thing from one place to another, to make room for 'things', I was conscious of what I needed, or did not need!  I am grateful every day that I am blessed with what I have been given, but I do not need more 'stuff'! Or do I?

I had three pages left.  My afternoon had not gone quite to plan, but I had accomplished all I needed to do, and was now enjoying a bit of respite, and had finally got to the 'epilogue'.  Three pages.  I read one. "Hello" said the new arrival.  I responded in kind.  "Feels a bit cooler".  I responded, "Yes, perhaps it will rain".  I read the first line of the penultimate page.  "I have seen you down here before.....".  So the next hour was spent listening.  I know, not the norm for one who can talk the 'hind legs off a donkey'.  I listened and chimed in when necessary.  I read the second line on the penultimate page.  "How long have you lived here?" I had given up and put the  book down despite being compelling, and a very good read!  I am grateful every day that I am blessed with what I have been given!  New neighbours included.

Another weekend comes to an end.  I did finish my book.  I read the last two pages, (including the first two lines, again,) when I came back from the pool.  I was not sure that I would actually have time to start a new one, especially as Samantha had said she would come to play!  I wasn't sure if she was coming alone or not, but I was prepared.  I spoke to my sister.  It is always a good call, and we laugh a lot.  We discussed the weather, among other things, and I know how blessed I am and am also immensely grateful that I am able to write ...... another story!

TOAD IN THE HOLE!

We were told that this was going to be the last week that we can expect rain.  We were told that at the end of the week we can expect seasonal temperatures, which will gradually hover around, and then go into, triple digits.  Look out folks, we are heading for hot, hot, hot!  Being spoken to like a bunch of pre-high school pupils, by someone who wasn't born until the turn of the millennium, about how to hydrate, pick a suitable sunscreen, and stay indoors as much as possible, is always a good start to the day!  I find myself, more and more, shouting back at the radio, television or any other device from which this education is given, and become the person we used to laugh at as kids.  "They can't hear you!" we used to say to my grandfather when he would answer the commentator.  Or perhaps they can?  Let's not go there!

Sunday evening was pleasant, after an afternoon with my grandson.  We spent the last fifteen minutes of 'playtime' under the umbrella, as the cloud that burst held a lot of water.  It was like a lake had been put into a sealskin, and then slit open!  No one else was at the pool, but that was hardly surprising.  It was slightly cooler and the clouds were rather ominous.

I tried to call the 'shop' to book my car in for its annual inspection and general 'going over', but they did not answer the phone.  I made a note to try later in the day and then promptly left said note on the table, which got covered by other paperwork, and I forgot as the day got busier.  I still had time, but wanted to get it done sooner rather than later, just so I had one less thing to tick off my list.  My list is not particularly long, nor important, but since the beginning of the year, when I had to 'take the reigns' I seemed to get back into the old saddle!  

Indeed, the child who offered advice about the heat, was correct and by Tuesday the humidity had started to make it feel much hotter, and the wall of heat was quite debilitating.  Going to the postbox was quite the ordeal.  I remembered to wear my hat, but did not take an umbrella.  I did not want to give anyone a false sense of hope that more rain would be imminent.  

Grant had procured some HP sauce (an English delight) from one of the shops he frequents.  We had been discussing it a couple of weeks ago when talking about the famous 'full English' breakfast.  "There is nothing like a sausage sandwich with HP sauce", I had commented.  Of course, a 'sausage' is not the same here as it is there and trying to describe the difference in not only sausage, but also 'sauce', was quite the challenge.  "Irish or /English", I said, when talking about sausages, "But it is easier to find Irish".  When I brought out the 'sauce' for sampling purposes, there was a discussion on to what it could be compared.  "It is sort of like.....with maybe some ..... or....".   Nothing.  I can be compared to nothing!  Grant was rather pleased with himself when he found the bottles on the shelf.

With the new bottle of sauce burning a hole in my fridge, I decided there was nothing else to do but cook a very typical English dish.  However, with the lack of immediate access to the English, or indeed Irish sausage, (without going to a specific shop,) my options were limited to chicken bangers.  Everything else was 'smoked' or unsuitable.  I am not trying to cast aspersions upon the great Elgin Hot Guts,  'Brats', or any other kind of delicacy that is served in various restaurants and barbecue places, but there is a big difference between these items and the Great British Sausage.  I digress! 

I decided to make 'Toad in the Hole'.  "Toad?  I have had frogs legs, but .....". No!  It isn't an amphibian. The nearest explanation for the name, that I could find, is that it resembles a toad looking up from the pond.  How anyone came up with the idea of putting sausages in batter, is beyond me, but I am thankful that they did!  Naturally, I went to an English recipe,  and made the batter early in the morning. My choice of Black Forest Gateaux for dessert made a strange combination, but it has been an itch waiting to be scratched.  I thought (wrongly) that I could perhaps 'prep' the day before!  However, again I digress.

Finally, I made contact with the 'auto-shop' and booked in the car for Friday morning, wondering if I would see it before Monday!  Although I would recommend their services from here to a good English (or Irish) sausage maker, their ability to keep me informed about my vehicle, and their progress, is not 'proper sausage'!  In other words, it would not a good toad in the hole make!  I had asked for two other things to be looked at, one simple, one less so!

It occurred to me that the success of the dish would have been achieved with less sausages.  Looking at all the pictures, the sausages are not squashed to allow the batter to breathe.  However, one of my regular guests is a young man, probably the same age as the child who gives advice on how to deal with the Texas heat, and has an appetite that of a tapeworm!  We often wonder if he eats for the rest of the week!  The batter rose and the sausages were good, albeit chicken, and not British (or Irsh) in any shape or form!

Twenty years ago, on Thursday, Samantha and I said 'au revoir' to our homeland.  I say 'au revoir' as unlike those who entered through Ellis Island, we did expect to see the shores of Blighty again.  However, it was very emotional, and quite the upheaval.  The 'annual' story of how we arrived at the airport, and no one was here to meet us, was once again revisited.  Dana was late in picking us up.  I had no cell phone, no change to put in a phone box (if they took change) and not a lot of cash!  He had been out for dinner, and was late leaving, and could not find a parking space.  We did not have an easy journey.  We had to say cheerio to Richard (and her dad) and had to buy an extra bag, because we were overweight, and pay an extortionate amount for said extra bag.  Twenty years later, we are still having difficulty 'blending' at times!  I would imagine that those who came through Ellis Island blended a lot quicker, but then they came in the hope of a better life and from an unsavory lifestyle. Or maybe not (on both counts.)  Twenty years ago, I wondered if I would ever feel 'at home'.  Despite getting homesick, I do feel 'at home'.   After all, everyone is obsessed with the weather!

A utility truck was parked a few doors down.  I heard a strange noise, and went to investigate as I thought it may be my air-conditioning playing up.  I thought about letting someone else see what was going on, but then decided I should check myself for two reasons.  One, and probably the lesser reason, was because I was checking for my neighbours.  Secondly, and more to the point, I am just that nosey!  "Sorry, ma'am.  Are we blocking your way?"  I responded that they were not, but wanted to know what they were doing.  "Power washing the sewer, ma'am".  Of course they were, at 9pm!  Thankfully, I knew it was something that we had asked to be done, but at 9pm?  I suppose we should be grateful that they are willing to work that late.  "You have a good evening, ma'am", said the young man, whose triplet brothers eat like they are infested with a tapeworm, and gives advice about what to do in hot climates!  I must be getting old!

Another week flew by, and another month!  Friday was rather quiet.  I took my car to the 'auto-shop' and had the same conversation with the mechanic about the attributes of the mini.  I was collected and driven to work, and as expected, I had to call a couple of times to find out the progress.  "Do you need it back today?  I will call you tomorrow!"  

The temperature rose and the humidity did make it feel much hotter. Thank you Mr. Weatherman (short trousers notwithstanding). I thought about the first summer here, how my sister came to visit with Richard and my nephew.  How we got lost every time we went on a journey, without a local to show us the way.  (It was how I found my way around!) How we were not understood at 'drive-thru's'.  (We are still not understood at 'drive-thru's'.) How we were asked "How long you visiting for?" (We are still asked how long we are visiting for.) How we are asked, "What part of Australia are y'all from?"  (Yes...still asked!)  

Keeping up the traditions of the 'old country' is not new in these parts.  There are many pockets, in many states, that keep up their 'old country' traditions.  Twenty years is not a lifetime, for most, and we do not have the generations that those who came through Ellis Island, or San Francisco, or indeed, the Vikings have to keep up traditions, but we will try.  Shouting at the television, making Toad in the Hole, HP sauce and being misunderstood will suffice, at least until ............. another story!

ELIZA DOOLITTLE I AINT!

When I broached the subject of learning Spanish, some fifty years ago, I thought my mother would be delighted that I had taken the 'bull by the horns' so to speak, (no pun intended!) and follow an academic path in languages, rather than head towards my favoured topics, which were 'the arts'.  She was quite firm in her reply that, if I wanted to take extra-curricular lessons, to learn a language, I should study French.  As I have mentioned before, I believe, Spanish would have been far more advantageous, and of all the languages that have been spoken in my surrounds, French comes up quite low on the list.  Even Portuguese is spoken more in my area of abode!  However, I did not take Spanish lessons, and whilst 'Latino' Spanish and 'Brazilian' Portuguese is the equivalent of speaking English English, and American English, I would have been able to make myself understood.  Or would I?

After twenty years, I am still not understood by those around me.  My husband insists that I speak at least one word each month that he does not understand, or a phrase that makes no sense to him, or an idiom which he cannot decipher.  

The threat of severe storms hit our local news and our management agency sent an email, suggesting we watch out for any signs of tempestuous weather, and prepare for flooding.  The email, itself, was rather condescending, and followed another giving us instructions about what not to flush down the toilet!  The former email, regarding the commodes showed a cartoon character, and was something one might encounter if going to a pre-school facility.  The latter, was equally as childish.  I wondered if they considered we were all either too young to understand common sense, or too senile to remember!  I was rather perturbed that they had the time to send out childish posts, but failed to mail out the important stuff!  I have not lived here all my life, but have enough common sense to understand that with the threat of hail comes the threat of damage.  Perhaps I am too 'old school'.

We dodged raindrops on Monday.  As I drove on Tuesday, along the highway, returning from an appointment, I notice what looked like a drone in the sky.  It was above some tall, thin towers, probably electrical pylons of some sort, that are atop a hill/  As I drove, I noticed that it was not a drone, or indeed another form of unidentified hovering object.  A cloud was covering the middle part of the pylon.  Clouds covered the top of the others.  It was the most amazing sight, and one I was sorry I could not capture, but with all the roadworks being carried out, the 'shoulder' is now non-existent, and there is no where to stop!  Another 'perfect' road that is 'being improved'.  However, I digress.  The clouds were exceptionally low, and I wondered if the houses on the hill were actually experiencing the 'coming into land' effect, when a plane comes down from above the clouds.  Obviously, being so low, they must have been very heavy and about to burst.  Burst, indeed, they did!  The rain poured, and poured.  Thankfully, it was just rain, but everywhere sparkled when the rain finally stopped and the sun came out.  

I decided to recreate a dessert that my mother used to make.  Surprisingly enough, to me anyway, the ingredients are all commonplace, and are the same this side of the pond as that.  Soured cream, raspberries and sugar.  Simple.  However, I thought I would attempt it with Indian yoghurt, and strawberries, both of which were in my fridge and needed to be used.  I could hear my mother 'rattling' as I sited the mixture.  "Why are you altering it!"  The dessert, itself, has a history.  It was given to my mother by a friend. Same friend introduced her to another lady, who is the mother of the now 'partner' of my kids' dad!  I gave the recipe, at one time, to a lady who could not cook, and her family were so impressed they wanted to try it themselves.  She told them it had been given to her by a co-worker, who had made her promise not to hand it out, as it was an old 'family' recipe.  Nonsense, of course, but she had been hailed a culinary genius and wanted to keep the ruse alive!  All this was told as I dished it up! It brought back many good memories.  Unfortunately, or perhaps not, the name of the dessert has never been confirmed as the piece of paper on which it was written, was torn, and all that remained was 'raspberry t'.  To this day, the delicious sweet is shrouded in mystery, now this side of the pond as well as that!

The new bed that we had ordered, due to the old one being nearly twenty years old, and sagging in parts that had already sagged, was due to arrive last Sunday.  Indeed, the mattress came but the box on which it was to sit, did not.  Thankfully, we did have a box, albeit in need of renewal as well.  In fact, it was in need of renewal twenty years ago, but we never got round to replacing it!  The salesman was extremely apologetic and offered us a refund for the base which, of course, we accepted, graciously.  The gentlemen who brought the mattress were very upset, and asked if we wanted to reject the mattress. We assured them that we knew it was not their fault, and they became less defensive.  Friday saw the arrival of the box.  My only problem was that I had removed all my 'wall art' and had not been able to replace it as I did not want a second trip upstairs with large pieces of furniture, to be hindered by frames.  

My language was called into question once again, together with pronunciation and spelling.  "I thought I would have a tent on my ar.  Can you see it"?, said someone to my husband.  "I thought about it, but then decided against it, as I had a tent once before, and it proved to be hazardous".  I looked out of the window to see what they were talking about.  Why would you drive around with a 'tent'?  It was only after a few more sentences did I realise they were talking about a 'tint'.  "I thought you said a tent", I said.  "I did say a tent", said the first person.  "You said a tint!" I repeated.  "Yes, that is what I said!"  It was no use!  

Speaking to a Scottish woman on the phone was quite the treat.  She is the assistant to an attorney who has used our services over the years, and understands me perfectly!  Despite the difference in our own language, and the varying dialect and phrases, it is still 'British', (although the Scots may argue,) and we laugh a lot at how we are misunderstood.  

It occurred to me that my Texan grandson will be bi-lingual.  He will speak both American English and English English.  My daughter will also make sure his heritage in cockney rhyming slang will have a part in his life!  "Ta!" I say, for 'Thank you" and I am corrected!  

I took my book and went to spend a nice, hopefully, quiet afternoon by the pool.  As the clouds rolled in, I was sure I would be alone.  After a swim, I dozed for a minute or two, and was awakened by the gate opening.  It was our Chairman!  "Is Dana coming down/?" he asked, to see where he could lay his towel.  I told him that I very much doubted it.  I made the decision upon the darkened sky.  However, my husband did join me!  "Do you find the water heavy after rain?" I asked our Chairman.  "Dana thinks I am a bit odd, but when it rains, it is buoyant to begin with, but then seems to get heavy.  "Or is it you?" said our /Chairman.  He explained that there was a study being done in the golfing world, when golfers blame the atmospheric pressure on a poor game.  Studies have shown that the person reacts to the heaviness and the person that is altered by the atmospheric pressure.  "So, maybe it is not the water, but you".  He repeated.  I looked at him and said, "Are you calling me heavy?"  Thankfully, he knew I was saying this in gest.  It is not always the case as humour is very different here, and I often get myself into trouble by not putting my brain into gear!

Sunday morning was very cloudy.  We decided to go out for breakfast, 'just because' and headed for the diner.  A young man came to take our order.  English was not his first language.  "Drink what?" he said.  We gave him our order.  He brought over my breakfast and it was not as I had asked.  "I sorry.  I speak no much English" he said.  At first, I thought he was perhaps from the  'Eastern block'.  Russia, or maybe Ukraine, as he had a stereotypical look of an Eastern block gentleman.  However, he came from Cuba.  "You were wrong", said my husband.  "Not entirely", I responded, tongue in cheek.  "Allies!" I said.  "I don't understand", he said, tongue in cheek!  

The rain poured for as I was taking my post breakfast walk, and I ran between carports, sheltering where I could.  Another couple of neighbours were doing the same.   I was drenched when I got home, which is usually because it is so hot, but the rain was very heavy.  

The storms have passed, and the prospect of rain in the future is not good.  I can only hope the humidity is not as bad, but that too seems to be a wish that will not be granted.  Of course, we are always hopeful that the weathermen have it wrong.  Let's wait and see, in ............another story!

HOW OLD ARE YOU NOW!

An announcement went out that there would be a private party at the pool, with a 'horror' film being shown. "Will you come?" asked the hostess.  I said that I don't do 'horror' films.  She told me that it would probably be 'Jaws' or something similar.  Her penchant for really gruesome was off the table, as despite being a 'private' party, it is 'common area' and all can access at any time.  The reason for the 'announcement' was because there would be more than eight, which is our limit before having to ask permission!  The reason for permission is, quite simply, if everyone brought eight (or more) guests to the pool, it would be overcrowded!  Obviously!  "Will you come?"  she asked, again.  Why would a young (relatively) girl want me to come to her party?  Dana said it is because I can 'blend' with anyone.  I wonder if it is like a child wanting an adult to be present, 'just in case'!

My age came into question, a few times this week.  I am under no illusion that I look like a 'spring chicken' but it is nice to see the shock on some (some) faces.  I am also not 'taken in' by the comment occasionally made by salespeople and the like, of "'Is this your sister?" when Matnee and I are out shopping.  Grant and I were discussing the difference between men and women. (Not all, naturally!) A few men that I know, are sometimes flattered by the 'eyelash' brigade.  The saleswoman's flirt technique has been used on at least one of our servers, when I have sent them out with their proverbial tail between their legs, pointing out that the 'no soliciting' sign, means exactly that.  We are not interested!  It is tantamount to a 'no trespassing' sign, and is legally binding.  "Oh, but she just wanted to show you these great deals", comes the comment.  They don't get to speak to my husband, despite the staring through the glass partition.  If I do not call him, he is aware of the fact that it is being handled!  This is not the 'Englishwoman Abroad' approach.  I have always been the same.  Like Kathy Bates, in the movie 'Fried Green Tomatoes....', age gives you  better 'insurance'.  However I digress!

"What is your date of birth?" asked the delivery guy.  I looked at him with my head cocked to one side.  "Why do you need that?" I asked.  He responded that the screen had required an age, before he could release the package.  "I am over 21" I said.  He asked for the year of my birth.  I did not see the harm in giving it, so I did.  "Really?" he said.  He was quite a bit younger than me, and often the younger the person, the younger they see you!  "I would have said you were born in the 80's", he said, perhaps being honest, as his twenty odd years perhaps cannot see anyone past 50.  "You mean I look in my forties?" I said, "That old?"  For a moment, he stuttered, and then saw my smile.  He laughed, and understood the joke.  I thanked him for the compliment.

As usual, the weather took precedence.  Many people were still without power at the beginning of the week and were looking forward to having it put back very shortly.  Thankfully, we had electricity.  The temperatures were not too bad, although the 'index' saw us in triple digits.  I decided that I would take a little time to myself, and after work took to the water and then to a lounger, and read a chapter of my book. It worked on Monday!  

"Hello" said the voice on the other end of the phone.  I was unsure as to whether it was a 'spam' call.  As I have mentioned, sometimes 'spam risk' is shown and it turns out to be a client.  A client's number turns out to be spam.  We also have a 'call centre' ring on a regular basis on behalf of a client.  "Hello" I said. Not mentioning the organisation he represented, he continued.  "You sound very nice.  You have a nice voice".  A little apprehension was present, but again, sometimes, I have been told something similar.  In fact, Grant told me that a Sheriff from Alabama had told him to tell me that I had a lovely voice.  Telephone voice!  Back to the caller.  I thanked him for the compliment, although did not say 'compliment'.  "Yes, a very nice voice.  You sound very young.  How old are you?"  I took a deep breath.  "Is this a dirty phone call?" I asked.  The phone went dead.  Of course, it was not, or at least I assume it was not.  It was another slant on the 'spam' calls from the 'medical department'.  Which medical department?  Who knows!  

The call that told me that my television was going to just give up the following day, came just in time.  "I do not have a problem with my television", I responded.  "Ma'am!  You need to listen.  Your TV will not work tomorrow".  Considering my need for a 'medical alert system' the terrible injuries that I sustained during the accident that I supposedly had last year, which I may not remember, my apparent diabetes, and various other ailments that I have (again) apparently applied for help with, my television going off air is the least of my problems!  I may be old(er) but I am not that old!  My mind is still, as far as I am aware, functioning properly!  

Thunder rolled in on Thursday morning.  The rain poured for about an hour, and then cleared up.  It was a beautiful day.  The temperature had dropped very slightly, but 'we' will take any degree drop!  Just as the lack of sun causes 'sad' syndrome, excessive heat causes a slight agitation.  Everyone takes the 'degree' drop as a sign to smile.  The office banter was up to its usual standard, and as usual I was given the opportunity to answer with 'quick wit' and amazingly getting 'the better' of the Brit happens so rarely that it is not even on a scale!

Friday rolled around.  It appeared that a lot of people had taken Friday afternoon off, and we were able to catch up quite a bit.  We left the office and headed home.  I was looking forward to the weekend.  

Samantha had a prior engagement on Saturday morning, so I said I would meet her later.  I took my new and improved old lady on a run, and coasted along the road with ease.  I shopped and headed back, once again loving the way the car handles.  I am not a naturally aggressive driver, but I remembered what the examiner told me when I took my Licensed London Cab Driver test.  "I know you can drive.  You passed your driving test years ago.  What I want to see is how you drive, and how you handle the vehicle."  I just handle the vehicle.  I came out of the parking lot and saw the traffic on the main road was rather heavy.  I looked at the four lanes of traffic sitting behind a red light, and saw the four lanes that sat in my path.  I moved out of the 'lot' and entered a lane, moving into the next and then the next, until I got into the one in which I needed to be, leaving those behind me sitting in the 'lot' waiting for a 'space' to exit.  The highway was quite busy and I pulled off the slip road, behind a car, that was behind a big red truck.  Could it be?  It was! My daughter!  We shopped and went on to the next stop.  I filled up my car with petrol, the price of which was lower than most petrol stations, but still outrageous in my opinion!  I know it is nothing compared with other places, but I am entitled to my opinion.  

Raul had told me that the young (relatively) girl hosting the party, was celebrating her 30th birthday.  I bought some flowers and a card.  When I arrived back at my complex, I drove to her house and walked up the steps.  "A little bird said it was your birthday", I said, handing her the card and flowers.  "My birthday was in June" she said.  "I shall have to have words with that little bird!" I said.  "Spreading false information!"  She laughed, and thanked me for the flowers, which she said were always welcome.  "You will come tonight, wont you", she said, making it more of a statement than a question.  I said I would try, but being 'older' I may fall asleep!  She made me promise I would let her know if the noise was too loud.  I promised.  I did not attend, as I did actually doze after dinner,, but heard nothing!

Sunday arrived, and I went for an early morning swim.  It was like nothing had happened.  I felt as if I was walking into a house, having been away, where there had been a teenage 'rave' and the house looked neat and tidy.  In fact, it looked too neat and tidy!  You know if there has been a party as the clean up is too immaculate.  The chairs around the pool were all perfectly placed.  The rubbish had not been crammed into the bins, but taken away.  There was one chair that was slightly askew.  She didn't need me to be present 'just' in case. I can hear her now, asking if everything was put back okay!

I had just a few pages left to read when the storm rolled in.  I sat for as long as I could before giving up.  I walked back with a wet towel, wet bag, and under an umbrella, that was dripping.  The rain was far too heavy for me to sit under the umbrella on a lounger, and wait for the storm to pass.  I did not feel a sense of loss, as the rain cooled down the temperature quite a bit.  It felt a long way from feeling upset if it rained during a summer holiday when living 'at home'.  I constantly realise how blessed am I!  Having access to a pool, having weather to enjoy, and having the opportunity to sit for a while after work in the warm evening air!

Next week shows rain for most of the time.  Once again, everyone is quite happy!  If it keeps the heat down, it is good.  If it fills the rivers, it is good.  How my life has changed!  I am not sure if I have anything exciting planned for next week.  Another way my life has changed.  Who knows what we will win!  However, I am quite happy to sit and watch the rain and think about ..... another story!