Friday, February 27, 2015
I'm sure most of you have heard that Leonard Nimoy aka "Spock" passed away this morning at the age of 83.
I and my siblings grew up with Star Trek, even my parents enjoyed it, we even had discussions at the kitchen table about what each episode meant, what lesson was to be learned, even the "Trouble With Tribbles" my favorite in it's own silly way showed that something good comes out of disaster.
One of my favorite quotes was "The more complex the mind, the greater the need for the simplicity of play."
Of the original core members, only Sulu, Kirk, Uhura, Chekov and I think one other Yeoman Rand survive.
It's like losing a family member, you don't see them often but its a joy when they "drop in" and when you hear they are gone, a void is left in your life.
He had been dealing with his illness for a long time but his final tweet posted last Sunday was the most heartbreaking and with a lot of truth in it.
"A life is like a garden. Perfect moments can be had, but not preserved, except in Memory."
LLAP (Live Long and Prosper)
His last words are one's to live by.
Live Long and may your legacy prosper Mr. Spock.
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
Well it's been almost a month since I last posted, just busy, busy, busy.
I had Coralline and her brother Chris over the three day weekend so their parents could have a nice Valentine's Day celebration, just relaxing and doing what they want to do.
Coralline and I spent the day over in San Francisco window shopping, and I took her to Nordstrom's for a treat and showed her the huge stain glass ceiling, the look on her face was priceless, she felt the same way I did many years ago when I saw that same ceiling and the store was called "The City of Paris" and with it's rotunda shape it does have that Parisian feeling.
Over in Oakland there's a building there that's call The Rotunda but it use to be years ago a 5 story department store I think it was called Kahn's and all 5 floors were open to the rotunda ceiling until they closed off the 5th floor for large ticket items. But before it emulated the City of Paris and Capwell's, shopping in those stores felt like luxury and I wanted Coralline to have that type of experience and we did.
Doyle took Chris to his S.F. office to pick up some paper work and Chris got a first hand look at what Doyle does, but also keeping privacy in tact. Then they went to a couple of antique shops to look for things for his home office and to a computer and office supply store.
Chris kept asking Doyle all kinds of questions throughout dinner, I felt amused about his questions and Doyle did his best to answer them.
Sunday we went down to Niles and took in the shops there, enjoyed pizza and generally had fun. Doyle found a set of book ends from the 1930's and they looked like falcon's, Doyle had to buy them.
We didn't have to worry about the twins as their Mother's brother took them to some sort of ball game and had them for the weekend.
Sunday evening their parents came to pick Chris and Coralline up and as I understand it do more unpacking the next day.
I've been given the task of having the drapes in Coralline's room cleaned and re-backed and find curtains to match the old one's that just about fell apart in her room. Chris's room needs new drapes as those and their curtains are falling apart so I took a sample to a friend of mine who specializes in this type of thing and in a few weeks new and re-made drapes and curtains will be in their rooms, much to my sister-in-law's relief.
The twin's room is very plain and didn't have any curtains or drapes at all, so plain sheers will do and some heavy drapes to cut down any chill from the windows as their room is on the North side of the house.
Then Ash Wednesday services in the morning followed by a Mammogram later in the day, Oh I DO hate the squeezing!!! But I got a letter saying everything is just fine, so happy me.
And between all of that putting together all my paperwork for my Tax preparer, and I finally got that submitted yesterday, a lot to do as it's not only my income but the trust on the house as well, I know H and R Block is very good, but this is specialized.
I'm not worried about how soon my refund will come, just that it shows up, then I'll put it into my savings account and decide what I want to do with it later.
Well my plumb, cherry and other fruit trees are starting to bloom or leaf out, and Sis wants to go to China Town for some of the events there for the New Years. I think it would be exciting.
So we'll make plans.
I've been called in a day here and a day there to work, some staff people have been coming down with colds and bad allergies, so far (knock on wood) I've been fine, but when I went to see my Doctor sweet lady that she is, she said at my age I need to have a pneumonia booster shoot and she called it in to the Injection clinic so I blithely went down there to get it and was not happy to see the size of the needle and said so.
Well the Nurse said that it all depends on what kind of solution the medication is suspended in, Insulin for example can be in a water soluble solution so a much thinner needle, but things like Flu and pneumonia are suspended in a thicker solution so a thicker needle. So I submitted myself to the inevitable and it HURT!! And I did NOT get a lollipop! Pooh!
But it was afterwards that really put me down for the count, the injection site got feverish, it hurt like heck for several days afterwards, I had to use an ice pack, the following day I developed flu like symptoms like horrible chills and went to bed waking up several times sweating and still shaking with the chills, had to change my night gown twice, and stayed in bed for another day or two. My "get-up and go" got up and went.
And I found out I'm to get a 2nd one next year to complete the series, Oh Lovely! I'm finally much better but it took nearly a week to get over this. Maybe I'm more sensitive to the shot, and I read in the information sheet, that this is given to infants and seniors and that the infant maybe "fussy" afterwards. FUSSY!!! They would be down right miserable!!
But as my sensible sister is wont to point out, its much better than having pneumonia and possible death, so not feeling well for a few days is a small price to pay. So Buck Up Bunky!!
I could cheerfully at times do an ax murder on my younger sister, but reality and the haz-mat laws prevent that.
So today it's laundry, walking the dynamic duo, and making lists of things to do, Doyle is in the city, my sister is seeing clients, Brian went into work for meeting and training session on a new system, and I am going to make a chicken avocado salad for lunch with extra for Sis when she comes over for her lunch (it's so nice our houses are right next door to each other) and do some sorting among my vintage things.
I think I'll order a new lipstick from Besame and see about some new nylons.
Monday, February 9, 2015
I have a very soft spot for animals, especially dogs, kitties are nice too but I'm more of a dog person although I have had a cat make its home under my front porch and I fed it for a while until another lady decided to adopt it, for which I'm glad.
But dogs have always been my weakness.
Today I nearly had another one, but it turned out well, I had just come home after I picked up my sister's room-mate Brian at the dentist, he had gotten there fine but was going to need a lift home as it was an extraction.
So I was guiding Brian up the steps of my house so he could lie down and rest when a little black dog came wandering up my walkway, Brian saw it first and asked "Whose dog is that?" Well I certainly didn't know.
I said to the little guy "Hello Baby, whose little guy do you belong to?" and the little thing came trotting up to me happy to hear a friendly voice and face, I knew she belonged to someone as she had a body harness on instead of a collar and there were tags attached.
We got the little 4 legged stranger into the house and into the kitchen, my dynamic duo were at the sitters so I didn't have to worry about them, keeping her in the kitchen I jotted down the phone numbers and her name. I called one number but no answer so I called the second one which was a cell phone, and asked the lady if she owned a little black dog with the name of Pansy, well she screamed and asked me where the dog is and I said with me.
Pansy had gotten out of the back yard because her husband had forgotten to latch the gate and the owner was looking all over for her, I asked her where she was and it turned out she was only 5 blocks from me so I gave her directions and my phone number in case she got lost.
In ten minutes they were reunited, but she looked frazzled, clipping a leash on to Pansy's harness, I asked the lady to come into the kitchen for a cup of tea or coffee, she was surprised to see Brian resting on the couch in the family parlor but I explained why.
Pansy had been adopted from a local shelter and the lady had her for only two months, loves the dog but her husband just doesn't understand that how he use to do things and being forgetful about the gate just isn't going to work.
Her two children are very good about it, making double sure that it's locked, but her husband is a bit careless, I gave suggestions about how to handle the situation and also to give him an ultimatum if he loses the dog he sleeps in the garage until it's found, and suggested that since it was his fault that the dog got loose today that he has to sleep in the garage tonight, because any pet is a child and a dog especially is like a toddler that doesn't have an idea what kind of danger it can get into.
She liked the idea especially since it was her husband's idea to go ahead and adopt a dog, so I told her "You have to train your husband and tell him he has to be a responsible parent and tell the children what his carelessness did. It could have ended tragically, so the children need to be in the know that their Father is not being a good doggie parent." And she liked that as well.
I told her about my parents and for a while we had a dog until we discovered Dad's allergies but the dog went to one of my grandparents and lived with them for a long time, but during the time we had the dog it had developed some sort of rash, and Dad liked the dog, even called it "daddy's little girl" and spoiled it, but when it came down with the rash all Dad did was put Petro carb salve on it but it wasn't getting better.
Mom took things in hand and took the dog to the vet, for 8 weeks, once a week Mom took the dog to the Vet and the Vet tried different things, the poor dog had to wear what we called "the cone of shame" to prevent it from biting its self finally in the last 3 weeks the rash healed up, the Vet hit on the right medication and strength to cure it.
On that final day both Mom and Dad went to the Vet, when the Vet came into the examining room he was surprised to see both my Mom and my Dad, Mom pointed to my Dad and said "Daddy", then she pointed to the dog "Daddy's Little Girl" and then she pointed to herself and said "But it's Mommy who brings her to the Vet." The Vet laugh and understood.
But two months later after nearly a year of Dad suffering from horrible allergies we discovered that he was allergic to pet dander, dog, cat, hamster it didn't matter, unless it was a gold fish we couldn't have furry pet.
But Dad talked to his parents and they said they'd love to have "Little Girl" and every other Sunday, alternating between Mom's parents and Dad's we got to see her and play, Dad would sneeze and itch a little but took his allergy meds, then when we got home he'd quickly strip out of his clothes and put them in the washing machine and take a quick shower while Mom got fresh P.J's for him and it worked. My Grandparents had her for 14 years until she passed away in her sleep.
She was a great joy for them, as Grandpa said the little thing kept him on his toes giving him a twice daily exercise going for walks, one time the dog woke my grandparents up with her barking, it seems that someone was trying to break into their house but Little Girl's barking scared them away as my grandparents called the police. The police did catch the would be robbers.
So with that the Lady said she would make sure her husband understood that he needed to be responsible and would also micro-chip Pansy as well. Then she realized that my home was the "Spooky House" the kids love to come to for Halloween, so I took her on a tour of it. She has a much smaller Victorian what some would call lower middle-class homes but she liked some of the idea's and I gave her suggestions and my card and told her to call me any time she needed advise.
Feeling revived she left and I turned to my patient, who was snoring on my couch so carefully putting a towel under his cheek to catch any drool I let him sleep and called Doyle to get Wor Won Ton Soup from our favorite Chinese place and make it dinner for 4.
Right now Brian is still asleep, Sis is here, kicking off her shoes and Doyle just called to say he's got dinner and to set the table.
So now to gently wake Brian up and warn him to let the broth cool down a bit.
Sunday, February 8, 2015
You know how I love a mystery and yes I seemed to be obsessed with the strange case of body parts found in a Suitcase near the Goodwill Store in San Francisco and how the one suspect was released and not charged.
Well this case may never be solved.
The suspect Andrus died early this morning after being release nearly a week ago.
It seems he died of complications from a drug overdose.
This story posted here-----
And so Darklings, did Mr. Andrus commit murder or was he duped into dropping off the suitcase with it's grisly contents?
Is the body that of Omar Shahwan, and was this victim murdered or died of natural causes and in a bizarre way was disposed of, perhaps thought as the best way by a possible drug addled mind.
Did the victim die by accident or by violence?
If it was violence what was the motive or was it of passion?
I am not saying that the late Mr. Andrus is the perpetrator, that is for the police to discover.
It is just one more bizarre mystery in this City by the Bay.
And now I'm relaxing as laundry is being done but I hear in the distance siren and the blare of the horn of a fire engine, I hope it's not too serious for whom the siren screams.
Thursday, February 5, 2015
Well last evening I had a chance to go over to my brother's new/old home.
The reason why I say that it's new/old is that it's new for my brother and sister-in-law but it is an old Victorian.
In touring their home my brother remarked that for its age it has been kept up very well, and since they will be living in it when the storm comes they will see if there are any leaks, but from what he's seen there doesn't appear to be any but it does have a 3rd roof, so time to take it down to basic's and have a new one installed.
Most of the previous owner's furniture has been left behind, she didn't want it nor did her children want it except for some pieces of it as well as valuable dinner and silverware and some paintings. My brother had to move in their old bedroom furniture from their old house since the previous owner took hers, so it looks a bit strange in their bedroom but Monica said she plans to eventually get period furniture but they will need a queen size bed. My brother has a tendency to spread out while sleeping. LOL.
The other things that they've done is move the mattresses from Corallines room into her new bedroom, but they had to buy new mattresses and box springs for the boys since each have now their own rooms and beds, well the twins are in one bedroom and Chris has his own, which I've been told he is very happy with.
Coralline is extremely happy with her new and much larger bedroom, she doesn't want to change a thing in it, and both she and Chris appear to be very happy with the arrangements.
The twins complain because new rules have been imposed upon them, the antics they use to do can no longer be done except down below in the "Club Room" as it's been called, my brother has taken over decorating it along with Chris but I noticed a lot of the sports memorabilia has been toned down and doesn't looks so garish. Their former living room couch and chairs have found their way down there as well. Monica said "They can do what they want except bounce on it like a trampoline".
The children still stay the week at their grandmother's and great grandmother's house and on the weekends stay in the parents house Friday through Sunday evening. The gasoline bill will be high because of this commute, but with both parents working they can take care of it.
The sale of their house is completed and quickly too, everything except what is immediately needed is in storage but in the "maid's room" off of their kitchen I've seen boxes opened and things sorted and boxes labeled "yard sale", "toss", "donate", and also labeled which room to go in if they are keeping it.
Monica told me that a lot of the boys toys are being donated "they've out grown them and a lot of their clothing as well, so might as well give it where it will do the most good" she said.
The maid's room is also going to be a work area for the kids to do their homework, since it's right off the kitchen Monica can keep an eye and ear out for any trouble.
But the children are working hard to keep their grades up, and their new school is lined up as well.
Coralline is a little apprehensive about the new school and is concerned about making friends, I told her to focus on school work, the friends will come later and to not be to quick about that part, get to know them first. Chris will be in his first year in high school and fortunately the grammar school and high school are on the same grounds but separated by fences, it all being part of the Church's total facility.
But both my brother and Monica want to keep Coralline back a year in school, I asked why and they felt that she had not matured enough yet, she's very smart but still a bit naïve, she understood the ways of the girls in the other school but they want her to have a chance to understand them in this new school.
Monica told me that she felt it was a mistake to have Coralline in an accelerated class, she's bright intellectually but needs to gain a bit more "defense mechanisms " socially. Maybe that's not the right word to use but I understand what they want to do and Coralline even told me that she felt better about being held back and was not embarrassed about it.
The boys are fine, which is good and with Chris being in the lead to keep an eye on them it works out very well. And their aunt that lives near by will be able to pick them up since she's retired or I can but Aunt Judith lives much closer to the school and said she doesn't mind.
I asked Monica if she's going to do much changes in the house and she said except with a new coat of paint in the Twins bedroom and the"maids'/homework room" and on the ceilings of Chris and Coralline's room not very much, they are even keeping the wall paper---she told me it all goes so well, she just have to find pictures that will cover the faded area's---something tells me we're going to have fun antique shopping.
And there is so much more to do, they are going to upgrade the electrical in the "club room" and "homework room" but for the kitchen and laundry areas it's just fine---May need to install a larger hot water heater as a 50 gallon might not do the job with 6 people in the house. But that's for future.
I can see a brightness on Monica's face, even my brother is happy, the sales and the purchases have worked out well financially, and the move hasn't been too bad, Monica is in a routine and with my brother's help is going through things quickly.
I've been able to offer suggestions on a few things but frankly there is very little that needs to be done, and new rules are being set down for the children mostly the twins, I think as they get older they'll understand the value of things but right now it's all fun and games, but they'll learn.
And now I need to get back to paying bills. That is never done.
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
I love a mystery, I love a mystery that takes twists and turns, but the one thing I know that in real life it is never nice and neat as in a book, movie or Television show.
It's messy and the law must always be upheld and the law has been upheld in this case that I have been posting about.
The suspect has been released but the case is still under investigation and they still do not have a positive I.D. on the victim and the police have to go over all the evidence again more thoroughly, this does not mean that the suspect is "off the hook", no.
But it does mean that the police are going to have to go over everything and wait on the results on some of the tests before there is any forward movement.
This is the story as reported by KGO T.V. (an ABC affiliate) ~~~
Tuesday, February 3, 2015
Puxataney Phil the famous groundhog yesterday predicted that we will have six more weeks of winter.
A cousin of his in another city was so frustrated by this fact that he bit the Mayor's ear.
Frankly six weeks of winter or not I am looking forward to much needed rain.
But in celebration of Groundhog Day I've posted this image....Enjoy!
Sunday, February 1, 2015
So said one resident of the Tenderloin of San Francisco.
I know I seem to be terribly focused on this horrible crime, but in the city that gave us Sam Spade and the "Maltese Falcon" and T.V. programs like "The Streets of San Francisco" and "The Line Up" and Film Noir movies as well at Dirty Harry, in a city that inspired Anne Rice to start writing "Interview with a Vampire", was the birth place of Anton LaVey's "Church of Satan" one cannot help but feel the gothicness of the place.
Granted not as old as New York, or London or Paris, nor as associated with the mixtures of Voodoo, Hoodoo and Santeria as New Orleans, or the bizarre fake glam of Los Angeles, San Francisco has a strange, twisted mystic all its own.
I have found that in traveling through this city it has soooo many different faces, it is both a city and county within the same borders, but within those borders there are different feels to it, if one can take away the cheap garishness of cheap trinkets and souvenirs and look for it's original foundations.
It's like micro-climates, beautiful peaceful, business and gray, glamorous and haute something, flashy and garish, gritty, sophisticated, old money, new money, sleek, but art Deco, 30's/40's noir yet Victorian and modern, light and dark, clean and dirty, international and historical, glass towers and wooden false fronts, high power business and abject poverty.
She is a siren that beckons, where either you thrive or be destroyed, to be loved or feared or both.
She is a city that hates cars, but has crowded streets, and people moving like lemmings with strong leg muscles from walking and directions that would drive a person insane unless you have a guide and forget GPS it will mislead you, and buses and trolleys packed like sardines, and heaven help you if you contract lice or bed bugs by contact or some crazed person who thinks you didn't look at them right and decides to stab you or you find unusual characters that become landmarks within themselves.
And yet at times there are moments of kindness but far and few between. And most of all Fear.
One old time fireman said to me "every minute of everyday somewhere there is a fire burning in San Francisco, she is a city always on fire."
Doyle told me in the hospitals there is new life every day, but in the streets there is death every day and this was one of them.
It seems that SFGate has labeled this death "The Suitcase Body Parts Murder"....but whether a murder has really been committed is not known at this time and is still to be determined, without the Head to show if a blow had been rendered, it leaves it up to the City Medical Examiner to make that determination, and who it is, is still unknown.
Last report is evidence has been sent to a DNA Laboratory in the hopes of identifying this person.
However a person of interest (and we know what that means) was detained and finally arrested, thanks to both a phone tip, eye witness testimony and surveillance footage and according to this news report-------