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I had to give my favorite little staple kitchen appliance a much-deserved funeral this week.  It was quite sad, to be honest with you all.  😢

When I was very young and newly married, my now ex-husband and I had friends come over for dinner.   I don’t remember what the main course was, but I remember cooking rice with it.  I flat out burned the rice to a crisp on the stove.  The other couple found it very funny … whereas I was mortified.  He was Asian, and I was attempting to do something nice for him.  Obviously, it backfired … but it was a running joke from then on.  😆

Anyway, the very next weekend, they invited us for dinner at their house … and gave us a present of a very basic rice cooker.  We all laughed and they swore we’d love it.  I did!!!  🙂

The brand was National, manufactured by Matsushita, which is a predecessor to Panasonic.  This magic little cooker was amazing.   It cooked the rice and magically turned off when it was done so I couldn’t burn 🔥 it.  It was a very basic unit that worked solidly for a little over 40 years.  😱  

I loved this thing.  ❤️  It’s travelled with me in various moves and took a beating from children misusing it and from my very regular use.   It just kept ticking.  👨🏻‍🍳 

Well, it kept ticking until this week when it just wouldn’t fire up.  It was tired.  It wanted to return to the appliance heaven in the sky.  I was devastated.   😮  Of the number of appliances that came and went in my house over the years, this one gave me way more than I bargained for.  👍🏻

Rest easy, little rice cooker.  You deserve it.  You’re already missed.   😧

Now I have to find a new one.  The task is daunting.  😏

Carry on, everyone!

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There was a homeless man up until recently here in my adopted home town that generally hung out near the McDonalds just off the freeway, but he was always nice, friendly, never caused issues, just meandered around.  Everyone around here knew who he was and pretty much watched out for him as “one of their own”.  I think a lot of small towns and neighborhoods have a guy like that … at least much of Main Street Conservative USA does.  

Anyway, sadly he died a few weeks ago.  It took the local authorities a few days to locate his next of kin, but apparently his family lives in NY.  I live in CA.  A lot of people around here thought he was a native to the area, but that wasn’t really the case.  The gentleman’s name was Elliot, and he was only 57.  He had mental issues, but he was never rude or aggressive or anything.  He was protected and loved by the residents of his adopted home town.  

In any case, his younger brother who didn’t even know where he was until a Placerville detective tracked him down wrote a letter to the area … essentially a eulogy for his long lost brother … that when I read, I cried for who this man was and the demons he fought in his head.  I cried because I can see someone I know and care for deeply in the stories shared with us about him.  The letter, though, was beautiful.  It was written as only a concerned sibling could write.   If you’re at all interested, this is the link to the article about Elliot:
 
http://inedc.com/14/“elliot’s-war”-memorial-placerville-homeless-man 

To my loyal readers, I offer this as a simple story about a local icon named Elliot who fought demons most of us cannot understand or imagine, even while being raised in good circumstances.  You just never know what someone may be enduring.  As my father used to say, “there, but for the grace of God, go I”.

Elliot, the residents of Placerville will miss you.

 

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… dedicated to my baby boy, my late son, my Keegan … on his “fake” birthday since this isn’t a Leap Year and his “real” birthday … 

“Lucky I’m sane after all I’ve been through. (Everybody say I’m cool.) (He cool.) I can’t complain but sometimes I still do. Life’s been good to me so far.” Joe Walsh

#birthday #birthdaycelebration #keegan #leapdaybaby #love #cysticfibrosis #cf #justbreathe #cfsucks

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❤️️❤️️❤️️❤️️❤️️❤️️

I love you, baby girl.

I always have. 

I always will. 

I am so proud of who you are and what you have become.  I love you and Alex forever and always. 

While you may no longer be a baby … you’ll always and forever be my baby girl.  

Happy birthday, baby girl.

❤️️❤️️❤️️❤️️❤️️❤️️

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While we may have only been married for 9 years now, it has certainly been an interesting road we’ve been on with twists, turns, dips, and climbs.

 

 

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Today I took a walk up the street

And picked a flower and climbed the hill above the lake,

And secret thoughts were said aloud.

We watched the faces in the clouds

Until the clouds had blown away.

Were we ever somewhere else?

You know it’s hard to say.

I never saw blue like that before …

 
NEVER SAW BLUE LIKE THAT

Shawn Colvin

 

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There is absolutely no one else with whom I’d rather be on my current life path than you.

 

Happy Anniversary, Roy!

 

I love you!

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There are those people in each person’s life that seem to be almost indestructible.   They endure and come out of all sorts of things and always land on their feet.  I have been blessed with long-time family friends … people that were friends of my parents before my sister and I were born … before their children were born … that were like an aunt, uncle, and cousins to me … people that we’ve been through highs and lows with and still are friends … and our children are friends.

 

I’ll back up.  My parents got married in 1949.  I believe it was a year or two after that they had gone on vacation and had met a couple to whom they took an immediate liking.   This couple they later found out was on their honeymoon when they met.  It was a constant source of a joke back and forth between them from then on.   The friendship stuck and they began a lifelong journey together.  My father and the other gentleman had both fought in World War 2 and had seen various things in battle so they had an immediate bond that comes from that “brother” relationship that military men (and women) all share.  While my father had served in the North Atlantic, the other man had served in the Pacific … and had stories of being shot down over the Pacific and having been the only survivor.  He was a true hero who had floated in the ocean for hours before being rescued.  His wife was a middle school math teacher who terrified me and who I wanted to be around all at the same time and who probably operated her classroom as a drill sergeant might, but she had a heart of gold.  She is the one that taught me how to bake my own bread (something I dearly love to do) and how to make pie crust that people still rave over.  My parents both graduated from the University of Southern California (USC).  The other couple had graduated from the University of California Los Angeles (UCLA).  For those readers that don’t know, there is a deep-seated rivalry between those schools.   There was a friendly teasing back and forth between them over which school was better.  Whenever there was a sports game between them, there would be all sorts of jokes.  It was something I enjoyed hearing.

 

My sister is the oldest of the children born to these two couples (1952).  Their daughter was the next (1953).  Their son and I were born the same year (1954).  Yes, I am that old.  Get over it.  😏

 

Growing up, I remember the card games and dinner parties they had.  They visited us around the country when we moved around.   We visited them.  We’d show up and surprise them.  We’d plan trips over Thanksgiving weekend to all enjoy together.  We played charades (drunken charades, by the way, was by far the most fun), play cards, and play in the snow.  We’d talk, fight, laugh, and enjoy ourselves like family does.  We’ve been through relocations, financial set-backs as well as financial upswings, marriages, divorces, deaths, remarriages, illnesses, joys, sorrows, and accepted all of each other’s strengths and weaknesses.  Essentially … we’ve handled life in general together with all of the normal day-to-day ups-and-downs while continuing to love one another.  

 

My father was the first to die in 1992.  My 2nd son died in 2001. Their daughter died in 2008.  Their mother died in 2013.   Their father died roughly a week ago (2016).  On our side, my mother is thankfully still with us … as are my sister and me (obviously).  On their side, their son is still strong and healthy.  Now, grandchildren and great-grandchildren have entered into the fray.   Through all of this, we are all still hanging in together … my mother, the remaining children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren.

 

It’s something hard to fathom … all of this from a chance meeting in the late 1940s/early 1950s of two couples that were thankful they’d survived World War 2 and had found people with whom they enjoyed spending time.   It’s hard to get used to these pillars in my life being gone.  These are those indestructible adults I grew up with throughout my childhood … that yelled at me, laughed with me, taught me, listened to me, loved me, and nurtured me … no matter what dumb thing I had done or how smart-assy I was.   They were proud of my accomplishments and there to pick me up in my failures.   So many of these wonderful people are fading away.  

Cherish those that are still in your lives.

 

Life is fleeting.

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So another year has rolled around and it’s my birthday again.   To me, it’s simply amazing that I’m as old as I am.  I never could imagine anyone being this ancient when I was a kid … except of course for grandparents who seemed to be born old so of course they were old.  Now that I’m this old, I feel inside the same way I did when I was a kid. 

However … some days I feel young and walk by the mirror and think … “hey, she doesn’t look so bad.”  Other days, I look in the mirror and think … “oh dear GAWD who is that looking at me there?”

Anywho … on my birthday … to all those I know and care about … and to all my faithful and favorite readers, remember this;

 


 
However, my general words of so-called wisdom (at least in my mind and in my not-so-humble opinion) … particularly since one of my own children never had the option of growing old … are as follows: 

 
 

 
 

I regret nothing.  I learned from my many mistakes.  I however regret nothing.  It’s made me who I am. 

 

To my children that are still young (like me?  😏  ok … fine then … I’m young at heart anyway) and enjoying life, I offer these words of wisdom on my birthday:

 

 

  


 
 

Carry on, all … and happy birthday  #62 to me!

😱

 

 

 

 

 

 

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