Mulched the Front Yard to Prevent Flooding

 We have had a significant amount of rain recently.  It is wonderful for the soil and plants, but I live in a flood zone.  If I don't apply straw mulch in my front yard and on my porch, I will end up with a soggy living room carpet.  

After arriving home, I noticed a small patch of wetness by my front door. It concerned me.  I placed towels on it and walked on them to absorb the moisture.  I had to do this several times.  I sprinkled baking soda on the affected area this morning and vacuumed it up eight hours later...I don't want any moldy or musty smells.  

There is always something that needs doing when you own a house.  The straw breaks down over the winter and really nourishes the soil.  It makes the tangerines burst with flavor, and the irises burst into colorful bloom.  

How was your Christmas?  Did you have fun?

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Had the 1950's Cooktop Fixed

 After our power outage up in the mountains, neither my cooktop nor oven was working.   Both are olive green General Electric appliances, from the 1950's.   I studied the reviews for appliance repair online, and   chose a five-star repairman.

The burners immediately turned bright red after he switched on the breakers.  I had tried that, but didn't realize that there was fine print next to each side of each switch.  It has to say "On," and I had only noticed the ones on the right side.  

The oven is still cold.  It needs something simple from an electrician; only one side of it is working.  I was relieved that I didn't have to purchase a new stove or oven.  Both of mine are very small.  The cooktop measures just twenty-six inches.  Everything I researched online is so much bigger.  

He fixed the water dispenser on my Kenmore fridge while he was here.  He had a kit in his truck.  He said that Kenmores are actually Whirlpools.  Once again, I was so pleased to find that I don't need to replace the fridge, either.  Appliances from that era were made to last a lifetime.  

The whole fix was only $250.00!  Phew.  I am so thankful that the previous owners bought quality items and took such good care of them.  How are your appliances running?

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Snow and a Power Outage

 

Our power went off this morning at 9:00 a.m.  Fortunately, I had gotten up early and made enchiladas.  That gave me a flavorful hot meal for lunch, even though my stove and oven weren't working for part of the day.  I sauteed onions and red peppers, and stuffed them inside the white tortillas with leftover roast chicken.  Topped with enchilada sauce, Tillamook cheddar cheese and fresh cilantro, it made for a very satisfying meal.  It's a strange feeling when the electricity abruptly stops; you don't know when or if it will return. 

We had intense rain and strong winds last night.  The fireplace insert has been doing an excellent job of heating the cabin.  I have to continually feed it with wood.  That entails getting out of my warm bed and padding down the stairs in the middle of the night.  

In the afternoon, layers of warm clothing and hand knit blankets insulate my body heat.  I've been wearing my alpaca hat and woolen mittens inside during the day.  Having long hair also helps with warmth.  

We lost power again for a short while this evening.  Thank goodness I had candles and oil lamps ready.  It can be a shock when the room goes dark.  The tiny Christmas bulbs went out, and the only light was the flickering flames from the fireplace.  It has come back on again; I hope it lasts.  I will make a pot of coffee for tomorrow, just in case.   I guess I could heat the water up over the fire, if needed.  I'm so glad that I stocked up on beeswax candles and lamp oil.  

How is the weather where you live?

Rick Steves' European Christmas

Staying In Your First Home

 While recently visiting friends in New York, I heard the same refrain... how high the rents had become.  One artist was spending over fifty percent of his paycheck on rent, and he had to get a roommate.  Another told me that she used to be able to pick up take-out food for eight dollars, and now it is far more expensive.  She doesn't cook.  They didn't plan for inflation.

My father warned me many years ago that as you get older, the value of a dollar will shrink.  He remembered buying hot dogs for a nickel, and that sort of thing.  The big cities like San Francisco, New York, and Los Angeles are pricey.  

I was fortunate to buy my cottage in a down market for $89,500.  In California, property taxes are one percent of the purchase price.  Back in 1998, that was about $100.00 a month.  Even that was a stretch for me at the time, freelancing as a ballet and yoga teacher.  

Thankfully, I stayed in that little house.  What used to be considered the outskirts of town is now being developed.  Because I planted fruit trees, and amended my soil each year, I am able to grow a significant amount of organic produce.  They are now mature, and loaded with fruit.  That makes a huge difference in my grocery bill.  I buy meat and chicken on sale, and store it in the freezer.  All my meals are cooked at home, and nothing is wasted.  I grow my own herbs and dry them, too.  Staples are bought in bulk to save money.  I am still going through a huge bag of white rice that is in my freezer.

I lived in New York for just one year, in the eighties.  Even back then, I was shocked at how expensive everything was.    I made $375.00 a week teaching dance, and my rent in Astoria was one fourth of my income.  I earned enough money for basics, but not for extras.  My splurge was taking classes.  That was the highlight of my stay there.

We need to plan ahead for our retirement.  Having a paid off home as a senior is a huge relief.  Skyrocketing prices cause so much stress for long term renters and those who live in high cost of living areas.  It's so important to keep your expenses low.  That money that used to go to the landlord can then pay for health insurance, gas, electricity, or groceries.  

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Just Watched the Documentary Adrienne

 I posted the trailer for the incredibly moving documentary, Adrienne,  below this post.   It can be viewed on HBO Max.  What a sad and tragic story.  She was such a beautiful woman. She possessed a shimmering femininity and a liquid, sensual, star quality.  

For some reason this year has really driven home to me how dangerous certain men are to petite and attractive women.  Maybe part of that was seeing the Gabby Petito case on the news.  It just saddens me deeply when young, talented women are killed.   Due to their size and stature their attackers   overpower them.  I always analyze what happened,  and if it could have been avoided.

  In Adrienne's case, the killer went ballistic when she told him that she was going to call the police after she caught him stealing her money.  Law enforcement in LA County recommends not resisting people who steal from you.  This might have saved her life.  They grab and run.  These people hate it if you call the police.

Another thing I learned from reflecting on her case was, always secure your doors and windows.  This man was working construction in the building, stealing from tenants,  and found her apartment door  unlocked.   Have a dog with you.  Dogs are great alert animals.  They bark when someone is near, and reliably sense dangerous and unscrupulous people.  

Carry a panic alarm, and keep one by your bed.  The sound is piercing, and they attract attention.  I have used mine on an loose dog, and the animal ran and hid.  Neighbors also came out on their balconies to see what was wrong.  One lady offered to help.

Have a fireplace tool by the door.  I was approached by a strange looking and bizarre acting homeless man on the beach a few months ago.  I jumped up from my towel, and slammed my rod iron bar into the sand, while standing tall.  I looked him right in the eye.  He immediately sensed that I would hit him with it if he tried to attack me.  (I was also next to the life guard's station, who I'm sure was watching.)   Smirking and  changing his mind, the homeless man meandered away from me, zig zagging down the shoreline.  The daily work outs, push ups and sit ups that I do gave me the confidence to take an on guard stance with him.  He didn't expect it.  

 There was a recent incident of violence against a man and his family who were here vacationing in Malibu.  It's not something you expect, while sunbathing or swimming, but it can happen. 

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Adrienne (2021) | Official Trailer | HBO

Had My Vintage Oven Repaired

 Today I had my O'keefe and Merritt oven fixed.  The pilot light wasn't working.  I made arrangements for a repairman to come here Saturday morning, but asked them to call me if they had an opening during the week.

While I was at the beach this morning,  my phone rang.  It turns out they could send someone to my home in fifty minutes.  I explained that I would have to ride my bike to the parking lot in Malibu, and then drive down Sunset Blvd. to the 405 North.  The man on the phone said that the technician would wait for me if it took me longer to arrive.  When I pulled in the driveway he was already here.  

It turns out it was an issue with the oven flame sensor.  He did some testing, and replaced it.  He told me that I was fortunate that I had already had the valve replaced.  It can be difficult to do work on appliances from the fifties.  Sometimes they no longer make the original parts, and you have to buy them used on EBay.

I had a gas leak in the kitchen last year and had to shut off the gas and replace the line.  This can cause trouble with gas appliances.  I also hadn't been using the oven during the summer, because it gets so hot.  He told me that gas appliances need to be used.  (like plumbing.) 

When my my mom was still alive she bought an expensive Viking stove and regretted it.  She told me that she wished she had one like mine.  Her new one kept breaking and having problems with the electric parts.   I found mine used, for $250.00.  Sasha said that the simplest models are the best.  Even if we have a power outage, (which happens often,) I can still cook and eat.  

It's a wonderful feeling to be cooking and baking in the oven again.  Life is calmer and more secure when we can repair and fix what we own. 

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A doll's house (1973)

It's Good To Be Home

 Traveling always makes me appreciate the little things  in life.  I love brewing a steaming pot of coffee each  morning in my French press.  It's the perfect compliment to watching the glorious sunrise from my large windows. 

Laying in the hot sauna at the cabin feels healing and luxurious.  Relaxing in a warm bath with lavender tea feeds my soul.  (Thank you, Anita, for the home grown dried lavender!)

Seeing Lula again always makes me feel whole.  She is the one being I miss when I am out of town.  Her sweet disposition and consistent affection make her the perfect roommate.

I also have been enjoying the homemade spinach salads I prepare this time of year.  Restaurant salads are never quite the same, although I devoured the homemade bread at the Italian place next door to Casablanca Hotel.  I rarely eat bread these days, but slathered with butter, theirs was divine! 

Wishing you all a wonderful Thanksgiving tomorrow!  My favorite meal of the year...

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Back From New York!

 

                                                          Eileen Casey and I 

Last week I flew to New York for a get together with some dancers that I worked with in the First National Tour of the hit Broadway show, "My One and Only."  Tommy Tune and Lucie Arnaz were the stars.  Stephanie Zimbalist was our leading lady on the Second National Tour.  It was a last minute decision, and I quickly arranged care for Lula,  a flight to JFK, and a room at Casablanca Hotel, on West 47th Street in Manhattan.  

Everything came together, and I got a great deal on my flight through my travel agent, Deanna.  She works at Altour Travel in Santa Clarita.  She quickly found me an aisle seat on Delta.  I love that airline; they are my first choice. 

                            With old friends Colly Carver and Eileen Casey at Casablanca Hotel

I just had two carry on bags, so it was quick and easy to board.   Once we arrived, I didn't have to go downstairs to baggage claim.  There was a taxi cab station near the exit, and the attendant there showed me where to stand for the next available car.  They were all lined up in their yellow sedans, waiting.  

 LAX  had been mobbed!  I was shocked at how many people  were at the airport.  To eat at Barny's Beanerie there was a fifty minute wait.  I decided against it.  Even if you just wanted a coffee or bottle of water from Starbucks, the line snaked down the hall with at least  twenty people.  The travel industry looks to be back in full swing to me. 

It was an exciting trip, and I loved getting together with my old gypsy friends.  We sat by the fire and talked for hours.  The hotel allowed us to order food from the Italian restaurant next door, and we ate it in their private cafe, by the fire.  We were the only ones there, and it was very warm, relaxed and comfortable. My bedroom was clean, comfortable and quiet.  What a lovely trip.  Have you flown yet?

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All That Jazz | Bob Fosse (final scene)

Staying on the Ship When in Port

 

Normally when the cruise ship docks, I am eager to get off and explore the city.  On this last cruise, I did what my mom used to do on the last  port day in Mexico.  I stayed on the ship.  She loved how empty it was.  There is plenty of space in the restaurants, at the pool, etc.  You feel like you have the whole place to yourself. 

First, I climbed into the jacuzzi that was a deck above the pool.  The view and the sunshine were warm and welcoming.  Once my body had warmed up, I walked down the steps to the pool and swam  lap after lap.  I got into a hypnotic rhythm.  

The salt water pool on The Norwegian Bliss was amazing.  At first I assumed it was a regular chlorinated pool.  Once I slipped into the bright, blue, clean water,  and detected its buoyancy, I felt super excited. I realized that it was salt water.  For me there is  a healing difference from pure chlorine.  I was the only one in the  pool  at 9:00 a.m.  My own personal lifeguard magically appeared.  He was friendly and fit.  In the afternoons there were usually several people wading and cooling off in the pool.  I took advantage of having the space to swim laps.  It felt like the perfect workout and relaxation combination.

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I Felt Safer on the NCL's Ship as a Solo Senior Female Traveler

 

One thing I noticed right away was that I relaxed and felt secure.   At home, I carry so many items with my everywhere I go: a rod iron bar, pepper spray, and a portable alarm.  Once I had arrived in my room, I breathed a sigh of relief and let down my guard.

My balcony room had a double lock.  You can set an electric sign from inside that says "Do Not Disturb" or "Please Make Up Room".  I used  them both regularly.  Everyone on the ship seemed happy to be there.   Boundaries were respected, and  my neighbors were quiet and considerate.  It was easy to  sleep soundly and peacefully through the night.  The beds were incredibly comfortable;  the white sheets and towels felt crisp, clean and new.  

I thoroughly enjoyed the production of "Six," which was fabulous!  The choreography was efficient and clever, and the women were powerhouses of talent and strength.  Since the ship was sailing at half capacity, it was easy to have space between our seats.   I wore my mask.  They even have a cup holder in the arm rest for your drink, if you desire a sparkling glass of wine during the performance. 

I spent a lot of time watching the live bands on board, inside and outside, by the pool   Familiar Strangers was my favorite.  I sang backup to Aretha Franklin's "Respect" from my seat.  Their sets were thrilling.  The lead singer and drummer/singer both blew my mind!  The bands were all incredibly tight.  I loved the discipline of the musicians.  

The dapper man in the photo above  is Jack.  We are at my favorite waterfront Mexican restaurant onboard, Los Lobos.  He is the capable Theatrical Operations Manager on the Norwegian Bliss.  Isn't he handsome?

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Cruising on NCL During Retirement

 

Recently, NCL's gorgeous ship, the Bliss, has resumed sailing from Los Angeles to Mexico.  I was lucky enough to be a blogger on their first cruise since the pandemic.  It was an exciting and relaxing week.

NCL requires everyone to be fully vaccinated; there are no exceptions.  I also had my dog vaccinated before leaving.  Our local boarding facility informed us that one dog had died from a newly circulating  respiratory virus.  I wanted to make sure that Lula was protected.  There are two new vaccines available for them.  

I drove from my cottage to Long Beach.  Sunday is the ideal day for a departure, since the 405 freeway was nearly empty.  I zoomed down the freeway to the pier.  It only took an hour, which went by quickly.  Singing along with the radio, I happily anticipated a week of fun, no chores and warm sunshine.

Once I had parked at Berth 93, I was instructed to go to Berth 92 for a Covid test.  Everyone boarding the ship was required to test negative in order to be permitted on the cruise.  The procedure was very well organized and the lines moved quickly.  We were all very excited to be taking a trip after spending such a long time in lockdown.

My negative text results arrived by text  after about a twenty minute wait.  A small group of us got into the van that took us back to the loading dock.  We all wore our face coverings.  I had ordered several KN95 masks from Amazon in preparation for the journey.  

Since I just had carry on luggage, I was enjoying a delicious meal al freco from the Garden Cafe within minutes.  There was a hand washing station with hot water and soap at the entrance.  An attendant welcomed us and made sure that everyone took their turn.  The food was plentiful and delicious.  I had forgotten what a stunning ship The Bliss is.  She's so luxurious!

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Picking Persimmons

 My Hachiya persimmon tree has provided an amazing harvest this year.  For the last few years, I was afraid the tree had died.  During the last several seasons, it didn't produce.  I'm not sure why, since it's a mature tree.   I fed it some compost tea and straw mulch, and what a difference!  The whole tree came back to life.  I have picked at least 150 persimmons so far...it's  a thrill. They are lined up in long rows on the counter, the windowsill, the dryer and the kitchen table.   I love growing fruit; it's so rewarding.

I gave some to my neighbors, and dropped off a bag on the porch of  the woman who runs our co-op in Wrightwood.  She uses them to make persimmon cookies.  I will leave a bag in the mailbox for my mail lady.  She is always so appreciative of homegrown fruit.  I also gave some to the lady that sells produce at our local fruitstand.  Her eyes lit up and she told me that she loves persimmons.  I will take her some more tomorrow.  

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A New Vinyl Fence

 

Yesterday I had a new white fence put up at the cottage.  The old one was sagging, the paint had chipped, and looking at it completely depressed me.  I think it had been there since the 1940's.  It was so distressed and beyond repair.  I settled on a ranch style vinyl fence.  I had some mesh wire put on the inside to keep Lula in, and deter  any coyotes or other animals. 

 After about  an hour, the two workers accidentally hit a pipe and broke it.  I showed them where the water shut off was, and they turned it off and repaired the pipe.  They had the glue, replacement PVC pipe and tools in their truck.  It happens fairly often, from what they told me.

I don't care for solid vinyl fencing because it looks too plastic to me, but I do like the design that I chose.  I studied other choices around Santa Clarita before deciding.   For some reason with three slats it almost looks like wood.  Vinyl doesn't chip, and it should last a lifetime.  I love that I can hose it off to clean it;  it's so convenient.  They  added a small gate and now Lula  has a dog run in the driveway.  She doesn't understand the set up, and stares at me through the mesh, confused.  She sits sideways, and doesn't even watch the street, she is completely fixated on me.   I thought she would act like a guard dog,  but she just looks wistfully at me, as I rock in my glider. on the porch.  "Can I come in?" her expression says,   I think she thinks she's being punished.  As always, she adapts.  When she used to lean at my side  she would become covered with mulch.  I would have to vacuum each time she came back  inside the house.   That's not my idea of relaxation.  

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Planning For Your Future As an Elderly Person

 I recently got a phone call from a woman I used to know. She was in a local knitting group that I attended.  She had sent me an email saying that she was leaving California because she could no longer afford it.  She  is having a home built in an over 55 retirement community in North Carolina, where her brother lives.

I remember visiting her house.  She invited me for a delicious homemade meal of chicken salad and fresh bread, and we sat on the couch and knit.  The home seemed very large for one person, and it was in an area where all of the houses were brand new.  I asked her what she meant about the costs, and she told me that her property taxes are now $16,000. a year!  They will continue to rise.  She is 75 years old, and has been there for seven years.

My little cottage is far smaller than those homes, but it suits my needs.  The neighborhood is working class, and we used to be on the outskirts of town.  That has changed.  The area is more developed now, with newer housing.   I love having a spacious  backyard, and the  fruit trees that I planted save me   money on groceries.  I pay $1,600. in property taxes each year.  I have been here since 1998, and plan to make this my retirement home.  (unless  a developer buys us out, and they decide to tear all of these houses down, which I hope they don't!)

She plans to sell her home, invest a chunk of the money, and buy a smaller home outright.  This will give her a large cash cushion as well.  For those of us who have lived in California for decades, it is much less expensive than  the people who bought in the higher end areas.  

She pointed out that the price of gas elsewhere is far cheaper, as well as many other costs.  It was very eye opening to talk to her.  People used to make fun of me because I would take the bus, ride my bike  from the bus stop to the cafe, and just order bread and water,  That's all I could afford at the time.  It has all paid off in the long run, though.  

Where do you see yourself in twenty years?  

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Peter Gennaro "Halloween Dance" on The Ed Sullivan Show

Teladoc: A Safe Way To See the Doctor

 The other day I noticed that my hacking cough had never cleared up, in fact it had gotten worse.  I decided to book an appointment through Teladoc.  You can schedule either a video call or a phone consultation.  That appealed to me because of Covid.  Even though I am fully vaccinated, I still avoid crowds and people.  

I phoned the number that Blue Shield listed, and was informed that the cost would be zero, which was a pleasant surprise.   There was a phone recording announcing that the wait times were longer than normal.  I expected to hear back within a couple of hours.  In just five minutes, the phone rang!  The friendly doctor was on the line.  I was so excited.   "How convenient, and private, and amazing,"  I thought to myself.    There is so much about technology that I love.  I also own a couple of ETF's that have Teladoc listed.  I do think this type of communication is the way of the future. 

I gave the doctor  my symptoms, (which I had written down.)  Since the fires, I have been experiencing a runny nose, an overproduction of mucous and coughing, and was even wheezing earlier in the year.  I explained that the folk remedies weren't working.  I had tried reducing dairy, making ginger tea with honey, drinking homegrown oregano tea, and eating raw onions, which are an expectorant.  

He replied that the air quality from these  fires can really do damage to our airways and lungs.  There are so many particles blowing in the wind.   I told him I feel it in my chest when I sneeze.  I've been sneezing a lot, like my mother used to do.  I found it so annoying when she did that as a kid, and now I sound just like her.  

"Bronchitis," he diagnosed.  That made perfect sense.  He called in a prescription over the phone, and I was able to pick it up at CVS in an hour.  The drug store is a five minute  drive from my home.  I bought some other essentials for my stockpile,  and drove back to the house.

After taking the antibiotic and using the inhaler, the coughing stopped.   I slept soundly.  It was such a relief to take care of the problem and to stop procrastinating.  I normally don't use medicine, but when I do, it seems to work like a miracle for me.  Have you tried Teladoc?

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Intense Reaction After My Second Moderna Vaccine

 On Thursday, I went to Vons for my second Moderna vaccine.  I felt fine for the rest of the day.  Yesterday, however, was a different story.   I got up early and did my watering.  That alone completely wiped me out; I crawled back into bed, feeling flattened. 

I had to cancel an appointment because I was so weak.  It was like having Covid all over again.  Fortunately, I had made a pot of beef stew the day before;  I knew I might not have the strength to cook.   I had heard that the reaction to the second shot  is worse for many people.  I felt like I had been poisoned.  

I developed a headache, broke out in a sweat, felt sick to my stomach, and was emotionally overwhelmed.  My main concern was not being able to meet my responsibilities.  My car was in the shop, and I needed to pick it up.  I called my neighbor, and she said she would drive me there by 5:00 p.m.  She suggested I tuck myself in and drink lots of fluids.  

At around noon, I felt strong enough to walk the mile to the mechanic.  I texted my neighbor and headed out in the sunshine.  It was a relief to drive the car home and take it easy for the rest of the day.  Today I feel back to normal.  The whole experience was a reminder that health is wealth. 

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What I Learned From Capsizing my Kayak

 After I had collected all of my things, which were floating away from me in several directions in the ocean, I placed everything in the sand.  I was careful not to do it too close to the water.  mindful of the tide.  I tipped my Oru kayak on its edge, and drained the water out of it.  It's twelve feet long, so it was a stretch.   At least there is a space which allowed the water to flow out.  Trying to salvage everything was stressful, and I felt self conscious.   I should have thanked the people in the sailboat, I think they were drifting my way to  check on me.  They probably saw the whole thing.  It happened so fast.  I was probably in shock.  I had packed a couple of rags to wipe the kayak down; they were wet and covered in sand.   I needed something clean and dry, so I used a small towel.  

I was very fortunate that all I lost was my shoe.  That short experience really shook me up.  I felt kind of overwhelmed with the cleanup.  I got it done, though.  I had to vacuum out the car the next day, which is par for the course.  I drove home barefoot.  I had been planning to stop at my mechanic's on the way home, but instead needed to pick up a change of clothing and shoes before going over there.  I didn't want to show up barefoot, or wearing one shoe.

A strange thought floated through my head as I was getting ready to leave the beach.  "At least my kayak is still alive," I heard myself think.  "How materialistic," a different side of me chided.  I felt like my intuition had clearly warned me to go home, a couple of times.  I thought I was being lazy.   The adventurous side of me fought my gut, and won.  Next time I will listen to my inner voice.   It made me understand why there are so many accidents with hikers and outdoors people.  Nobody thinks it's going to happen to them.  

Back to being relieved that my kayak wasn't damaged. It is my favorite toy, I must admit.    "At least I am alive," I corrected myself.  I had no idea that my kayak would feel like a paper plane in the ocean when a small wave hit it.  The manufacturer makes it clear that these kayaks are for still waters and lakes, yet I thought that I could handle it.  How foolish.  Paddling around the marina had given me a false sense of security.

Had I not packed my pouch in the dry bag, I could have lost my keys, debit cards, identification, etc.  I need to make more spare keys and keep them in a safe place.  I am also glad that I didn't bring Lula.  She had wanted to go.  I knew it wasn't a good idea.

I did have a life vest on, and I tightened it before boarding.  I stayed calm and remembered what I had seen in the safety video.  They stressed hanging on to your paddle.  Mine hit me in the mouth and I had a slight fat lip, with a little bit of blood.  

I talked with a senior kayaker in the parking lot as I left.  He was very wise and understanding.  He told me that the canoes they rent out capsize in the wind, too.  

More about him in the next post...

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My Kayak Capsized!

 On my latest kayaking adventure, I visited  a small beach in Ventura, near the harbor.  As I drove in, I spotted a few people loading their kayaks onto their cars.  I decided to park there and explore a new location.  

I had spent the morning bicycling along the beach bike path, watching the surfers, and wading in the water.  The waves were strong, and the undertow current was intense.  I normally go to the beach earlier in the morning, but had decided to wait for the fog to burn off, and the sun to appear.  I had an uneasy feeling about going kayaking, but decided to push through the resistance.  Before leaving, I had loaded up all of the equipment in my car.  I chided myself for not trying something new.

Getting out into the water  was slightly challenging, because the inlet had some small waves near the shore.  I paddled hard through them, and quickly made it to the deeper water, which seemed much calmer.  I was concerned about the wind, though.  I stayed in the view of people on the  beach, just in case.  After a short journey, I decided to head back to shore.  My plan was to ride a small wave in, and jump out of the kayak.

All was going well, but when my kayak hit the sand, the wave knocked it. It flipped the kayak upside down as I was getting out; it was such a shock.  I quickly grabbed the kayak and pulled it onto the sand.  It was filling with water, and getting heavy.  I reached for my paddle, as well, grabbing one in each hand.  The kayak felt weighted down because of the sand and water inside of it.  Luckily, I had inflated my float bags and placed them in the stern and bow of the boat before leaving.  They take up space and keep the kayak afloat.

I ran back into the water and saw  all of my things floating away from me: my dry bag, my white, wide brimmed vintage sun hat, my rubber gardening shoes with the pink tulips on them, I even spotted  my cane!  I snatched up everything as quickly as I could.  Thank goodness for the dry bag.  It was securely fastened, floating, and worked perfectly.  Inside of it was my pouch, which had my keys, my identification, vaccination card, and phone.  Phew!  I was missing one shoe, which I never found.  I felt very guilty about that black piece of rubber floating around in the ocean with the sea lions, whales and dolphins.  

To be continued...

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Heating Your Cabin With Wood

 

Last week I ordered the new wood burning insert for my fireplace, in brown.  It is being shipped from Colorado, and will arrive this week.  The installation date will depend on the contractor's availability and schedule.  I am so excited!  It's a beautiful looking piece, made in Canada.  Some of the parts are from Ireland.  Both locations get very, very, cold, and the craftsmen there know how to deal with the bitterly chilly weather.  

Many of you have been asking me to post photos of my home and possessions.  I'm sorry, but I don't reveal information about my whereabouts, schedule, or what I have recently purchased.  I have a friend who documented his move from Las Vegas to Canada on Facebook.   He had been very successful in show business, bought a house, and had furnished it with beautiful things.  He carefully  packed up all of his possessions, rented a U-Haul, and headed back home to help his mother.  He woke up at a motel in Utah to find that someone had stolen the entire U-Haul.  They had unhooked it from his SUV, (which he had also shown us, online.)  Nearly everything he owned was gone.  He had to go and buy socks and underwear at Walmart.  

I felt sick when reading his news.  Often people assume it is just friends reading their posts, but police have found that this is one of of the most common way thieves steal.  They follow your Facebook or blog posts.  People upload photos of their homes, their prized new purchases, and their vacation plans.  It makes it very easy for criminals to break into your house when you are out of town.

During times like this, we really have to be aware.  No one wants to be negative, but we do have to be realistic and mature.  Some things are better kept private, in my opinion.  Many of our blogs attract international audiences.  Mine has  readers from countries that I never even knew existed.  Networks can be vast.  It's better not to advertise certain things, in my opinion.  

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Putting Things Away After a Remodel

 

The new  flooring is almost done, and it looks spectacular!  I am so happy that I chose the dark oak wood.  It looks very dramatic and impressive.  I am enjoying sweeping and using my new Swifter mop.  The owner gave me a cleaning kit, which was so sweet of him.  I used to be the queen of vacuuming.  

Yesterday afternoon I cleaned the end tables, the antique lamps, and carefully put everything away...it was like moving.  I replaced all the hand knit blankets and shawls.  I get very anxious and irritable when I have my stuff all over the place.  It felt so much better once everything was cleaned and put in its place.

Today I'll be making a trip to the dump to drop off the old throw rugs.  They look like they are about fifty years old.  The house feels so much better with less stuff.  I am going to donate the televisions and stereo system to the Salvation Army.  The seller left them here when she moved.  I use a lot of her stuff, but some of it I need to release to where it is needed.

The new ligt green carpeting feels incredibly squishy and soft.  I absolutely love it.  The old stuff was from the 1970's.  It's amazing how different a home feels with new carpets and floors.  I am excited to vacuum!  There is more work to be done, but it is very rewarding.   I can't wait to go swimming and kayaking again.  

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Knowing What You Want in Retirement

 Retirement comes for many of us sooner than we expect.  It is crucial to have a plan for this stage of life.  It takes preparation, self knowledge, discipline, and focus.  For those over fifty, it can be shocking how difficult it is to find a new job if you become unable to work.  We don't realize we have gotten  behind in technology, or that an  injury or surgery might set us back and change our physical abilities.

I think one of the most important pieces to the retirement puzzle is owning your own home.  Having a paid off living space gives you peace of mind.  You don't have to worry about your rent being raised, or being evicted.  Timing is crucial, and finding a place with affordable property taxes makes a huge difference.

Smaller is better, in my opinion.  One of my friends lives in a tiny home.  It is challenging in some ways for her.  She has to climb up into a loft and jimmy her way into the bed at night.  She has back issues and has had her hips replaced.  She told me that she plans to move to another model with a bed on the main floor.  

Hers also only had a bench for seating.  She said it was extremely uncomfortable to sit there at her age.  There is not room for a couch.  She now has a recliner and is much more relaxed when she is lounging, talking on the phone, or reading.  She can pay her bills, though.

I basically rehearsed  my retirement for decades.  I learned to live on less, wrote out a detailed budget, and planted numerous fruit trees, vegetables, and berries.  Since I love my antiques and vintage items, I didn't need to go out and make any major purchases.  What I own is very well made, and will last me the rest of my life.  I have been making final upgrades to my home so that I don't have to worry about things like a new roof when I am a little old lady.

Are you prepared for retirement?  Will you stay in your current location?

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I Got Vaccinated!

 Last week I received my first dose of the Moderna vaccine.  I went to Vons and had it done there.  I was surprised at how painful it was, even though I used my yoga breathing to relax.   I had just been kayaking for several miles in Marina del Rey, so that may have had something to do with it.  The nurse told me to relax my arm even though it was relaxed.   The injection reminded me of a novocaine shot.  It was definitely worth it, though.  I appreciate that we have these vaccines available and that they are free of charge.

I have been watching the Youtube videos of parents in their thirties and forties dying of Covid.  It is just tragic.  So often both parents suffer with severe breathing problems  and then leave the planet together.  I am very worried about all of the orphans.  Covid is such a frightening way to die.

My arm was tender and swollen for a few days.  Last night I also had some intnse pain deep in my hip joint.  It caused me to limp and lose sleep, but all is well now.  I iced it last night and took a hot bath in epsom salts this morning. 

 I had some lower abdominal cramping the day after I receive my vaccine.  It felt like when you are on your period.  I normally never got cramps, thanks to yoga.  I have read cases of women menstruating after having after the vaccine, even though they have gone through menopause.  I also developed some small pink spots on my arm, but they have faded.  Phew!

If you have been vaccinated, did you have any side effects?  

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Lining Up Contractors for Home Repairs

 Yesterday I received a beautiful, hand painted mailbox in the mail that I had ordered for my cottage.  The old one, (which was handmade,) needed to be replaced.    I ordered the replacement on Etsy from TheFlowerPicker@etsy.com.  I knew as soon as I saw her work that she was the artist for me!  The outside looks like a romantic painting.  I love the pastel shades and the exquisite detail.

I have  a representative from a vinyl fence company coming to take measurements to replace my very old and worn wooden fence.  Keeping it painted and repaired has been a hassle.  It's time for a change.  He asked if I want to install a picket fence, but I am going to stick  with the ranch style.   Its suits this area, where the neighbors have horses, chickens, and goats.  It also frames a small home nicely.    Simpler is usually better, I find.   I will have them replace the mailbox post, as well.  

I am also looking into having some masonry done on the outside of the cottage.  The paint tends to peel along the bottom of the house.  I think the stone work would alleviate that; plus I like the look.  I will even get a quote to see how much it will cost to cover the entire house with rocks.  Less work in the future as I age appeals to me.

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No Gas For a Week

 Last Wednesday, the gas was shut off at my cabin.  The gas company informed me that my usage had increased, and they were concerned that I had some  leaks.  I didn't smell gas, and my carbon monoxide alarms hadn't gone off, so I didn't understand where the leaks could be.  My intuition had told me that I would probably need to replace the heaters from the fifties very soon. 

My bill was about five dollars higher than last year at this time.  I checked the history and usage.  At first they thought it was the sauna, but that was wrong.  It turned out to be the gas lines under the house that went to the floor heaters and to where the dryer used to be.  

I may purchase an insert for my fireplace that will turn it into a wood stove.  That way the whole house will be heated.  There are small electric heaters in the bathrooms and pantry.  I am replacing the hardwood floors this month, so the timing is perfect.  They can place the oak panels over where the vents used to be.

The girls who did all the work were amazing!  They laughed together as they crawled through the crawl space, wearing their coveralls and knee pads.  I was so impressed with their talent, enthusiasm, and positive energy.  They went way beyond the call of duty for me.  They were delightful to have in my home.  Tonight I was finally able to take a bath and use the sauna again.  All's well that ends well.

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Sleeping Under the Stars, Walking Barefoot on the Grass, and Stepping on Wet Rocks

 

I have been implementing more of my favorite naturopath remedies and habits over the past week.    I have to say that the results are incredible!   A lot of these behaviors are things that many of us did naturally, as children.  

 As a little girl, I always wanted to sleep outside on the chaise lounges with my best friend.  I regularly  spent the night at her charming  home in Hillsborough, California.  It was surrounded by oak trees, and there was an abundance of wildlife in the area.  Raccoons, mountain lions, deer, and squirrels were frequent visitors.   We agreed to camp outside one night, placing our sleeping bags on her family's plush, redwood lawn furniture.  I loved it, the sound of the crickets, the fresh night air, and the excitement,  but  Karen decided that she wanted to go back inside, and sleep in her own bed.   She ignored my begging, and  I reluctantly followed.  I didn't want to get eaten by a wild animal, and was too afraid to stay out on her deck alone.  

Nudity is also an element of what some of the naturopaths teach.  In Europe, people are relaxed and comfortable with using the sauna, whirlpool, and cold plunge naked.  Sunbathing in the nude can be incredibly liberating, but you need privacy.  (or to be in a country where it is considered acceptable.)  Some balconies are built in such a way where you can't be seen.  They look like boats, and are usually upstairs, away from prying eyes.

When I was in Vienna with "42nd Street," I loved to visit Krapenwald, an outdoor swimming pool set in a gorgeous lawn, with my show friends.  The place was filled with swanky people, all very beautiful and chic.  It felt like a resort.  The women sunbathed topless, and the pool was surrounded by the enchanting Vienna Woods.  I remember watching some of the women, (who looked like models,) drinking buttermilk from slender milk cartons.  It was very popular with them.  Their bodies were smooth, feminine, and sleek.

The last time I was in Malibu, I pulled over to the side of Pacific Coast Highway, and climbed down on the large, black rocks that were stacked on the shoreline.  Lula and I listened to the waves crashing and absorbed the salty air on our skin.  It was hypnotic.  I swear the energy from those rocks charged me up in a way that I've never felt before in  my life.  They were huge, and felt like vast storehouses of life force energy.  

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Back To Natural Health

 For the past few days, I have been experimenting with some of the  natural health remedies.  Part of the change has been with diet.  Over the past year or so, I have developed a hacking cough.  It doesn't occur when I'm up in the mountains, but when I am down at the cottage it returns like clockwork.  I realized that it's my body's way of expelling mucous.  I sound like an eighty year old man who has smoked for decades.   Why?  I remember how I stopped having aches and pains when I eliminated lattes.  Hmmm...

I analyzed how my diet has changed.  I never used to eat ice cream.  My ballet teacher, Rosemary Valaire taught me that Dr. Bieler, (who wrote, Food is Your Best Medicine,) believed that it was the cause of disease in many children.  He said that eating a frozen protein is completely unnatural.  If I remember correctly, he linked it to the  polio outbreak.   Anyway, I had been treating myself to a scoop or two of vanilla ice cream each night topped with fudge sauce.  Why not?  Such a nice treat before bedtime...

I also realized that I started having a small glass of wine each evening during the pandemic.  Although I enjoy it, I'm not sure it's the wisest decision.  I am going to experiment and  see if I feel better without it.  

The naturopaths teach the importance of daily sunlight, fresh air, hydrotherapy, exercise, and eating mostly fruits and vegetables.  How many of us have rewarded ourselves for staying home by stocking up on all kinds of packaged treats from the grocery store?  I realized something else: I had started adding mozzarella cheese to my daily salads that I've eaten without it for decades.  That could also be connected to the hacking cough.  It wouldn't hurt to use less cheese.  That's easy to do.  

Have you developed any weaknesses with age that you could change through your diet and  habits?  

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Cooking Delicious Food

 Yesterday I made another batch of seasoned chicken wings and small drumsticks.   My mom used to prepare them as appetizers for her fancy dinner parties.  I don't know if women entertain the way she did anymore.  That was a different era.  People would get dressed up, and go to each others houses for drinks and supper.  She would cook the poultry with butter, salt, and white pepper.  It tasted amazing!  The flavor was perfect, and the chicken parts developed a lovely brown color on theirskin.  

I basted this batch in olive oil, and seasoned the meat with garlic salt, cayenne pepper, paprika, chili powder, and white pepper.  I used the spicy olive oil that was left in the pan as a sauce on a few baked potatoes.  Yum!  Absolutely delicious!  It really makes a difference to cook food that you love, and to choose the spices and flavorings that excite you.  It also feels good not to waste.  Normally, I would have poured the chicken drippings into a grease pan, eventually freezing it, and dumping it in the trash.  Using them on the spuds gave them an entirely new and a delightful  flavor.  My family has a long history of heart disease, so I felt better about substituting the olive oil for the butter.  

This morning I made my mother's tuna and noodle casserole recipe.  I wanted to get my cooking done early, so that I didn't heat up the cottage.  We are expecting a heat wave.  I even prepared my dinner salad before noon.  I ate half of it for lunch, with the leftover chicken from last night's dinner.  Cold chicken is one of my favorites.  

Have you been cooking or baking lately?  What's happening in your kitchen?

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More on Anacapa

 After climbing up the steep, steel ladder to the dock, I peeled off my wet bathing suit in the changing room and hung it out to dry.  I walked up the steps that rose straight two stories straight in the air to the hiking trail.  Once up there, all you could see were birds.  The island is a nesting sight for the seagulls.  They are EVERYWHERE!  It's unbelievable.  They had their babies with then, who were juvenile sized, speckled, grey, and downy.  

There are no trees on Anacapa.  I was worried that it would be intensely hot, but the temperature was very pleasant.  I hiked up to a spot with a gorgeous view of the ocean.  You could hear the sea lions bellowing, but it was hard for me to  see them.  One older woman standing near me described them as "looking like rocks, but moving." I spotted the four kayakers, paddling eagerly around the perimeter of the island.  I secretly wished that  I could have gone with them.  

I decided to return to the cove for one more swim.  When I got back, there were a couple of families in the water.  I had recommended taking a dip to one woman who was now there with her kids,  We had talked on the trail, and she told me that they were wearing their suits.  Treading water, she had a huge smile on her face.  Our eyes met and I nodded, happy to see her submerged in the salt water.  

The ocean felt amazing and powerful.  I am convinced that being in lakes and the sea is fantastic for our health, on many levels.  I sat and chatted with a woman who was staying there with her teen age daughter and husband.  They were camping in tents for a few nights.  She told me that they brought their own water with them, and packed some instant meals and lots of snacks.  They have a camper stove.  She explained that has a lot of backpacking experience.  (a foreign and interesting world to me.)  I just go for day hikes with a backpack.  It's totally different.  

I thought about what it would be like to camp there.  She seemed very relaxed and grounded.  Her daughter had long black hair that was practically down to her ankles.  She was leaning to the side, combing it, as I got out of the water for the last time.

On the boat trip back, we saw a whale.  It was a magnificent being.  We all gasped and cheered as it put on a show for us.  Once again, a pod of dolphins swam alongside our boat, and behind us, in the wake.  I sighed with contentment.  It was a rewarding and satisfying  trip.  

Once we arrived in the parking lot, I drove back on the 126 East,  heading home.  It was 7:00 p.m. when I pulled into the driveway, and I felt sleepy from the salt water and air.   I forced myself to fry a turkey burger and made a salad.  After doing the dishes, and washing out my swimsuit, I fell into bed, and slept deeply and soundly.  My  mind remembered the frolicking dolphins and that majestic whale.  Ah...

  The ocean is so healing.  I plan to spend much more time there in retirement.  (even if it's  just for the day.)

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A Visit to Anacapa, in the Channel Islands

 Last Tuesday I took the ferry from Ventura Harbor to Anacapa, one of the five Channel Islands.  I have always wanted to visit this part of California, and was excited to have booked a seat on one of Island Packers' daily boats to make the trip.

I left my cottage at 7:30 a.m.  There wasn't any traffic on the 126, it was a gorgeous day.  There were some light sprinkles on the windshield as I drove the forty miles to Ventura Harbor.  I parked in Lot 4, and checked in at the front desk.  All I had to do was give the woman  my confirmation number, which they had emailed to me.  You call in the morning to be sure that the weather is suitable for sailing.  If not, the trips are canceled.  Ours was a go.  

I waited in line for our boat, The Explorer.  Things were very well organized.  There looked to be about one hundred people on board.  I sat outside, and wore my mask.  I was glad that I had packed my handknit wool sweater, hat, and gloves, because it got cold and windy on the way to the island.  To our delight, over a hundred dolphins began swimming alongside us on our journey.  They were also diving up and down through the wake behind us.  We were all enchanted with their beauty, sleekness, and buoyancy.  The rhythm and show they put on was so uplifting.  

Once we had debarked, I watched  four kayakers who had brought their own kayaks.  They had to lower them from the dock with ropes.  I listened to the ranger's speech and  advice, and decided to kayak from Santa Cruz island next time.  They rent out sit on top kayaks, and they offer group tours.  It looks to me like you need two people to lift the kayaks and set them up in the water, which is quite a ways down from the dock.  He told me this group were all experienced with ocean kayaking.  My Oru Beach model is designed for still waters and lakes.  

Instead, I stepped into the simple changing stall, put on my bathing suit, and went for a swim.  I climbed down the steep ladder, into the 60 degree water.  Like the dolphins, I felt a sense of lightness in the salt water.  I was in a cove, and swam into one of the small caves.  The water was calm, and I was the only still there.  Everyone else had gone hiking.  The kayakers were out in the ocean.   It was such a healing experience.  I found it so easy to float.  The water seemed to make my body bounce, just like the dolphins.  

More on this adventure in my next post...the video below captures the beauty of the area.  It's near Santa Barbara, Califoria.  

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Replacing the 1950's Carpet and Flooring

 I just ordered new carpet for the cabin.  There will be oak hard wood floors downstairs, and  sage green high quality carpet upstairs.  What I currently have is nearly seventy years old, I think.  This was a vacation home that was just used on the weekends.   They spent money on quality, and bought materials that would last.  It's definitely time to update.

I was fortunate to find the gorgeous wood for the floors on close-out.  It would have been extremely expensive, but because of the timing, I got an incredible deal.  I think it will look fabulous with a fire in the fireplace.  The flooring I have now is laminate.  It's those marbled squares that are fake wood.  I think having the real thing will make all the difference.  

When they got older, my parents pulled up the carpeting in their home and replaced it with dark hardwood floors.  It really gave the house a rich, upscale look.   I loved how the brown stain matched their antiques.  

The carpet I currently have is pale yellow, and is very old fashioned.  It might even be that indoor/outdoor carpeting that they used to sell.  It doesn't have any stains or tears, but it's very thin and faded.  I am so excited to see how the new, plush carpet looks.  One man will carpet the upstairs, while the other two install the flooring downstairs.  It's going to be exciting!

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Taking Care of the Soil and the Trees

 Yesterday I drove down the 405 to Marina del Rey and went kayaking again.  I have figured out how to time the traffic.  I depart early, and head home before 1:00 p.m.   It is such a joy when I can fly down that 405 freeway.  It was crowded at the beach.  I have never seen so many kids in my life!  They kept arriving in school bus after school bus.   It reminded me of Disneyland.  I wasn't expecting it.  What a fun field trip for them.  

After paddling across the channel that leads to the open water, I noticed an animal sputtering by the dock.   At first I was concerned that it was a shark or dolphin.  I watched cautiously, and a sea lion poked its head through the surface of the water and  wriggled up onto the sun bleached wooden platform.  He sprawled out right next to one of the boats, nose in the air, very vocal and energetic.  I was thrilled to see him; I love seals.  They seem so awkward on land.  He or she squirmed  into a more comfortable position, like a mermaid.  Their fins fascinate me.

I have been focusing on caring for the numerous  trees at the cabin and have been religiously amending the soil.  The other day I applied composted manure to the woodland garden.  I will mulch it with straw tomorrow.  The hollyhocks are in bloom, and everyone asks me what they are.  I love the old fashioned flowers.  The dahlias look like they will flower soon.  

I'm finding that if I water the oak trees when it's cool and shady, they emanate a tremendous amount of oxygen.  You can literally feel it on your skin.  It's a relief to inhale such clean, healthy air.  I remember the days when everyone had gardens, healthy trees, and colorful flowers.  Now the focus seems to be on vehicles and possessions.  I love keeping the yard natural and comfortable for the wildlife.  There are so many birds!  I've seen quail, red tailed hawks, woodpeckers, robins, orioles, and a blue heron.  The mulch helps to keep the soil cool and moist.  When I had the trees trimmed last year, the arborist commented on how healthy the soil is.  That's where it all starts, down beneath the ground.  The forest floor is layered with nutrients.  How is your soil?

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Froze My Credit Today

 Today I did some research online.  After carefully checking my credit report, I froze all three companies: TransUnion, Equifax, and Experian.  It was easy to do online.  The security questions were excellent.

 I have been hearing stories of seniors having their information stolen.  One of my older dancer friends had money taken from his bank account.  Someone called him on the phone, pretending to be a bank employee helping him, and it was a fraudster.  He was so upset.   By freezing your credit, you don't run the risk of someone being able to use your social security number or  obtaining a credit card in your name. 

Another older woman I know was renting out rooms in her house on AirB&B.  She recently discovered that her trust was missing.  What a nightmare.  It's important to have working relationships with you banker, insurance agent, and brokerage firm.  Everyone should know who you are and recognize your voice.  Unfortunately, there are people out there who will try to take financial advantage of those who are elderly and who they perceive as being easy to  manipulate.

I'm continuing to pull the weeds in the front and side yards.  It seems like a never ending task, but I'm nearly finished.  There is a lot of regular watering to do, but it makes all of the difference in the health of the soil and the trees.   I am going to pull several of the small oak seedlings that have sprouted out of the ground.  There is not space for them to grow into mature trees.  

I had two close friends call me over the weekend.  It was wonderful to have a long talk with each of them and to catch up on our lives.  Lifelong friendships are such a gift.  We can talk about anything and everything.  I love hearing their voices and laughing together.

A few different small children at the lake have asked me if I'm the lifeguard.  At fifty-six, that's quite a compliment.  (Thanks to henna and yoga, I guess.)  It may be because I am wearing a red one piece bathing suit, and sunbathe near the lifeguard station,   Still, it makes me chuckle.  They want to go swimming, and have to wait until the lifeguard is on duty.  

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Had Some Visitors

 

Yesterday my friend Diane and her husband Greg stopped by to see me at the cabin.  They were on their way home from Palm Springs.  I worked with them in "Hello Hollywood, Hello!" in 1984.  It's always so much fun to reconnect with old dancer friends from that show.  

I made a salad, and we enjoyed that with some whole wheat biscuits.  As you can see, we were easily able to socially distance out on the deck.  Later on, Greg and I had some ice cream.  Lula loved being near them.  In the above photo, Diane and I are having a very serious discussion about Covid and how it has affected dance studio owners. 

This afternoon I spent a couple of hours watering those trees that you see in the background, and the cherry and apple trees in the side yard that I panted.  The  blackberries  that I put in the ground are starting to ripen, and I'm thrilled!  They grow so well up here.  It's always easier to plant things that are native to the area.

As you can see, I have finally figured out how to download photos to this new laptop.  I don't know what took me so long.  Sometimes I overthink computers and how they work.

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Ventured Out to Ventura Harbor

 Today I packed a lunch and drove out to Ventura Beach with Lula.  I found a parking spot in the residential area near the pier.  I hooked up Lula to the Walkydog, and we rode along the bike path, admiring the waves and the water.

After crossing under pier, I pulled over to a bench and we sat and watched the surfers.  While Lula snacked on a dog biscuit,  I ate my quesadilla that I had prepared at home and packed in tupperware.  I gave Lula some water, took a few gulps myself,  and then we walked down onto the rocks.   Listening to the ocean and feeling the energy of the sea was hypnotic and calming.

After putting the bike on my bike rack and getting Lula settled into the  backseat of the car, I drove South on the 101 and exited at Telegraph.  From there I found Ventura Harbor.  As I was putting together my Oru Kayak, a skeptical man exiting the boat ramp  eyed me.  "Interesting,"  he commented.  He seemed sarcastic and dubious.  Once the kayak was assembled, I went to the parking lot and retrieved Lula.  

The man was still at the boat ramp.  "That's too much weight," he told me, as I was urging Lula to board.  "It holds 275 pounds," I answered.  His energy shifted.  "Did you design it?" he asked me.  "No," I told him.  "I kayak every day, in a lake," I added.  I could tell that he didn't think I was very experienced.

"It's an incredible design," he admitted.  "It cuts across the water really fast," I told him, enthusiastically.  

"I wish there was some way I could help," he offered, as I coaxed Lula in the boat and clumsily got in with her.  "Thanks!" I said, and pushed off the shore with the paddle.  Lula laid down lazily and rested her head on the edge of the top.  People on the other side of the harbor waved and made a fuss over her and how cute she looked.  She really is like a Disney dog.  We had a fabulous paddle together.  

It's so much easier when Lula is laying down in the kayak than when she is sitting.  If she leans to the side, (which she sometimes does,)  it could cause us to topple. "NO!" I told her sharply when she started to peer over at a fish or something distracting.  I praised her effusively each time she flattened her body on the bottom of the boat.  She got the idea.  It helped that she was tired from running alongside my bicycle, earlier.  One of the girls commented about how relaxed she was.  

We will practice again soon.  A yearly pass is $150.00, and I think it will be well worth it for us.  Today it cost $13.00 to park for the day.  How is your summer going?

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Happy Kids

 

Yesterday I drove down to Marina del Rey to enjoy kayaking through the marina.  I parked the car, paid my $10.00 at the self pay station, and placed the receipt on my dashboard.  I carried my Oru kayak, th paddle, and beach bag out to the water's edge.  It's a short walk, and since my fold up kayak only weighs 24 lbs., it's pretty easy.

A woman and her husband watched me set it up on the sand.  She asked me if I minded her asking some questions.  I was happy to oblige; I love telling people about this kayak.  She explained  that she had purchased an inflatable kayak on Amazon, but that it popped while she was inflating it.  She returned it and bought a plastic kayak from Sam's Club.  She said that it's heavy, and she doesn't like how it cuts through the water.  They weight about 90 lbs.  Her  friend told her that it's worth it to spend more money.  I agreed.  I told her that I just love mine, and especially appreciate how lightweight and portable it is.  I can  throw it in the backseat of my car and it stores well in my cottage.  

I paddled around, admiring all of the beautiful boats, and studying their names.  They seem to be from all over: Corona, Catalina, Santa Monica, Newport Beach, San Diego, Malibu, Pacific Palisades, and more.  I could look at them all day.  They are all so unique and artistic.  The photo above in Long Beach.

I chatted with a man in a green inflatable kayak.  "Aren't you afraid it will pop?" I questioned.  I realized after saying it that it was probably kind of rude. "No," he replied.  He feels it will last a few years, and that then the salt will weaken the material.  He told me that he lives in a one bedroom apartment, and loves how compact his is for storage and driving to the beach.  

I met another lady in a tandem kayak with her grandson.  They were from Beverly Hills.  She was relaxed and smiling, enjoying the sunshine, views, and family time.  We talked about how pleasant it would be to live there, on a houseboat. 

As I headed back to shore, a sweet little boy eagerly called out to me from the kayak he was sharing with his mother.  "I thought I wasn't going to like it," he admitted.  "But, he continued, "I saw a DOG, and it was eating a FISH!  I love it!"  He was so enthusiastic and friendly.  I laughed and encouraged him.

After laying on the warm sand  in the sun for a while, and  munching on an orange and a piece of cherry pie, I packed things up, reluctantly.  It was so relaxing there, but I knew I needed to get back on the 405 and beat the traffic home.  

After cleaning and folding up the kayak, I passed the mother and daughter from the family with the little boy.  "Wow!" she exclaimed, when she saw my folded up version of the boat. She sounded like she was from Norway.   "That is incredible!" her daughter cried out, in amazement.  I agreed with her, smiled, waved, and got back in my car to drive home.  The traffic was thick and heavy at the 5 North, but worth it.  I felt a deep sense of contentment and relaxation from the kind people and relaxing time on the water.

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My First Podcast

 

One of the dancers from "Hello Hollywood, Hello!" asked me to do an interview for her podcast, "Bluebells Forever," last month.  It was released today.  It's called, "Never Stop Learning."  You can listen to it it on Apple podcasts, or google Bluebells Forever podcast with Stephenie Lawton to find it.  It should be under June 17th 2021.  https://linkpodcasts.apple.com/.../bluebells.../id1513513525...

We live in an amazing time with technology that is available.   The interview was given on Zoom.  I initially resisted downloading the software, but have thoroughly enjoyed every meeting that I've attended.  It is so fun to see my old friends' faces and to hear their voices and laughter.  We are all older, but somehow still the same, on a soul level.

How are you doing in this heat?  It was 110 degrees in Canyon Country.  Wow!  Palm Springs hit 118 degrees, and I heard on the radio that it was 125 degrees in Death Valley.  (hence the name.)  I have the bathtub filled with cold water, and have been taking a dip in the lake or the tub throughout the day.  I hope you are staying cool and comfortable.  Be careful of heat exhaustion; it can creep up on you.   I just watered the trees in my forest, and they are giving off lots of fresh oxygen.  

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Making Fitness Part of Your Lifestyle

Today, after swimming, I stopped and chatted with a woman who had just worked out at the gym.  She was tall, with long grey hair, and  excellent posture.  You could tell that she worked out regularly.  "I'm 83," she told me.  I was so impressed!  She uses the weight machines every day.  I am meeting more and more seniors who are strong, fit, and disciplined.  They all make exercise a habit, and  seem happy, at ease, and self assured.

"I was watching you swimming; that's good exercise.  Is the water cold?" she asked.  "Yes, but I like it," I answered, enthusiastically.  I find hydrotherapy invigorating.  After doing my laps,  it feels wonderful to relax in the sun, enjoy a few snacks, and then slather on some sunscreen."  I like to absorb some vitamin D for the first half hour or so.    

I hopped on my bicycle and pedaled  back home.  Several neighbors waved to me from their cars as we  headed up the hill and around the bend.  Living in a walkable town is a great opportunity to leave the auto at home when running errands or taking  short trips.  It also helps the businesses, who may need the extra parking spaces for customers.  

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