Finally! My sister took possession of her CPAP machine; appropriately, it’s the model called Dreamstation. This model is a vast improvement over the original CPAP masks that looked like something used on Hannibal Lector.
Moments of Frantic Panic
Don’t worry! The title is misleading. I got carried away with the look and sound of having “frantic” and “panic” together in the same line. However, I did experience moments of intense annoyance mixed with vexation and exasperation.
My car misbehaved-twice. First, the window lift motor on the driver’s side went kaplooy. Naturally, the motor failed when the window was DOWN, leaving me with a window that is permanently open (temporarily). I am putting around town with a sheet of clear plastic duct taped over the window. Ugly.
I am collecting repair estimates from Petaluma to Santa Rosa. Cost of a replacement motor is reasonable, but installing it requires removing both the exterior and interior door panels. Given a choice, I would choose cars made with snap-in parts to self driving cars.
“Low Power” Light Dread
Sunday morning, when leaving for the Mystery Book Club meeting, my “low power light” flicked on followed by the “fix engine” light. The first time that “low power” light showed up, I lost all engine power on the freeway, during the evening rush hour. That was a true frantic panic. So I always take that light very seriously. Previous mechanics could never find the problem, so I spent an hour googling and found a GM maintenance note. The diagnosis was “crankcase vapors inside the throttle body.” Serious as that sounds, it was a simple fix. It remains to be seen if it is a REAL fix..
In Bed with The Bug
The icing on this cake of good time was a bout with random bug that put me in bed for a day, and close to home for the rest of the week. It’s so good to feel good again.
A Oil Slick of Good News
There is a bright spot. For years, my sister has touted the virtues of synthetic oil for preserving the life of an engine. I kept putting this off, In exasperation, she gifted me with five quarts of synthetic oil, one bottle of engine flush, and an oil filter. Wednesday, my mechanic flushed the old oil, installed the new oil filter, and added the synthetic oil. There was an immediate improvement in the sound of my engine
And that wraps up the week!
Mary, Mary quite contrary, how does your garden grow? With pounds of summer squash, zucchini, and patty pan squash. With pounds of tomatoes, half a dozen cucumbers, and a handful of jalapenos.
Dealing with Garden Abundance
Tomatoes are a huge favorite in this house, and we are eating them by the barrel. Mostly loaded into tomato sandwiches with lots of mayonnaise, a little basil and some a sprinkle of Himalayan salt (the pink stuff). There is no rational answer to the question of why three kinds of squash were planted. Finding ways to use them all is problematic. We give away what we can, but most of the neighbors are looking to give away their overproduction. We did discover a wonderful summer soup recipe that uses squash, onions and/or leeks, a little thyme and lemon juice. However, there is a limit to the soup.
Right now, I am in the doghouse. Practically overnight, all the squash plants became infested with fungus. Although new healthy squshlets keep showing up, the leaves are turning yellow-brown and dying away. I think a brown thumb is in my genes. Perhaps this garden catastrophe was inevitable. Nevertheless, I had a good time with my first genuine gardening experience and look forward to trying my luck next year, armed with new knowledge.
I am most definitely NOT including photos of the sad remains of the garden.
A Better Habit (I Hope)
Last Monday I finished a book about habits. Information About the Book
The juicy part of the book discussed methods for replacing one habit with a more desirable habit. My friends and relatives all know I have a habit of neglecting “Sybal’s Front Door.” My last entry was July, and that was after a gap of about five months.
I really want to replace the habit of neglect with the habit of posting every week. This keeps my family and friends in the loop. It also gives me a moment to hammer a nail into the week because time passes so quickly these days. Turn around and its April, turn around and its August, turn around and its Christmas. Continue reading “First Sunday in September at the Front Door”
first encounter with a garden
Gardens weren’t my Thing Until
Plants were green unless they were dead. Some had pretty flowers. Some produced the squash, the peppers, and the tomatoes I bought at the grocers. Once I had a summer job weeding azaleas in a nursery greenhouse. I was not inspired. Continue reading “How Does My Garden Grow”
While one person hesitates because he feels inferior, the other is busy making mistakes and becoming superior.
– Henry C. Link
A well-known story is attributed to Watson, the founder of IBM. A newly hired engineer had made a mistake costing the company a healthy chunk of change. Facing Watson, the young engineer expected to be fired, but Watson said “why would I fire you when the company just spent a hundred thousand dollars on your education.
Just in case my fairy godmother shows up in this lifetime, my wish is to have discovered that quote fifty years earlier. There were far too many times I hesitated at the threshold then turned away from the door, worried. . .no, not worried, but fearful of making mistakes.
I was in third grade at a brand new school. The teacher selected me to deliver the lunch money to the classroom next door. I remember standing outside that door. My heart was going like a trip hammer, and I was terrified that I had made a mistake and that I was the wrong door.
Why is it that children are trained away from making mistakes? Maybe a better question to ask is what compels us to compare ourselves to others, then conclude our own inferiority? Perhaps it’s genetic. Some of us stop when they don’t immediate achieve a desired outcome; others keep on learning from undesirable outcomes until they achieve mastery.
Yeah well! Spending time with those questions just keeps me from pushing the “publish button.” And before I go, here’s something else to chew on. Would it make any difference if there were answers for me?
March was when I last visited my blog site. That’s a long time.
I spent three hours rooting this blog. It felt like rooting through a dusty attic. None of the pages, posts, media were worth keeping, I tossed the lot-almost. I kept the title, and I kept the photos of front doors. I love front doors, and windows.
So here I am starting fresh and starting over: although I have learned that starting over is generally a bad idea. Would you like to know the most painful memory I carried through life from my high school days
It wasn’t feeling like I didn’t fit in. I wasn’t losing a boyfriend to the prom queen. It was starting over, and over and over. Continue reading “Starting Fresh, Starting Over”