Golden Lucy's Spiral Journal

Going on 87...Savoring and Surviving the Senior Years

Friday, March 31, 2006

Only 4!















No wonder they didn't tell me. What I can't imagine is how they got Cole to keep his little trap shut. He rats out everybody. Cole is my only great-grandson. He's 4 going on 13---at least. His parents are the best a kid could wish for---or I thought they were until they pulled this stunt.

The family pretty much accepts that I have a "thing" about safety. In fact they're really sick of hearing about all the terrible things that are likely (if not certain) to befall anybody who takes chances of any kind. I guess that's why they didn't tell me that Cole was being allowed to fly ALONE to see his Cessie Sarah in NYC. ALONE! You heard me right. ALONE!

But he did. He flew all by himself---and he's only 4! Now it's true he came back in one piece with no visible scars but what terrifying psychological trauma he's suffered, GD only knows. And I, me, of course I know---but everybody else just says, "Pooh!"

But it's too late to do anything about it now except to bring it up whenever possible. Oh, these kids!


PS Have You visited Larry Olaf? I know you don't want to hurt his feelings...
http://larryolaf-at-large.blogspot.com

Saturday, March 25, 2006

Another Surprise for Grannylu


Last week Carole announced we were all going out for a "fancy" dinner with my grandson Ben and his fiance Teresa. Carole suggested I get "dolled up" and put on some fancy duds. When Carole says "fancy" she usually means real tablecloths and napkins, bottles of good wine and an atmosphere unlike Chipotle. I dressed accordingly.

I needn't have fussed. We ended up at at a steakhouse---a Japanese steakhouse. Now I enjoy Asian food but I don't like Japanese. However, since it was a "steakhouse" I figured they might have something generic for me.

The atmosphere was anything but intimate. I was pretty sure the foot touching mine under the huge table probably didn't belong to anybody I knew. Then there was the 11 year olds birthday party at the next table---and all the under-10 guests.

We did have wine. Strange, thick syrupy stuff. I think DayQuil tastes better. Accompanying the wine was a plate of uncooked dead things I can't begin to describe.

When it was time to order I decided on chicken. How bad could that be? A few minutes later a skinny guy in a funny hat came to our table with an arsenal of sharp things clanking in his belt. He identified himself as Ti-Mi-Shu. Mr. Shu started by juggling his sharpies and setting our plates on fire. Then "Chop-Chop-Chop!" I knew better than to wait for the strolling violin player.

More "Chop-Chop-Chop". It all looked the same to me. Pieces of things were dramatically flung on our no-longer-flaming plates. Like a good girl I proceeded to eat but I began to wonder..."Where's the chicken?" Unable to identify anything for certain I surmised perhaps that large noodley whatimacallit might actually be meat. Wrong!

As it turned out Ti had dumped my meat on Teresa's plate. She had eaten it. That was fine with me as I am a dutiful grandmother who would gladly give the shirt off her back or the food out of her mouth to her grandchildren. Besides, I was done.

We left laughing. So Long Mr. Ti-Mi-Shu. It was a hoot.

Thursday, March 23, 2006

Remembering Lost Love


It was a dark and stormy night. Yes, it was. Jack brought the garbage out and came back holding the collar of a soggy, quaking and bewildered dog. She was also tiny, mud-covered and tagless.


Naturally Carole swooped down and bundled her into the living room. The one with the Coit-clean ecru carpet. The one we don't wear shoes on. Lucy exclaimed, "Ack! Ack!" But of course nobody listened.

In no time flat Carole washed, dried and brushed the little thing. I sat in my matriarch chair and fretted with the intention of being obvious. Then, before I could do anything to prevent it, the shivering mite crept into my chair and snuggled up to me quiet as a little mouse. I didn't know what to do---I'd never held a dog before! Well, I discovered I'm not made of stone.

For the next three weeks Bonnie Lou, as I'd named her, refused to leave my side. Jackthedog and Sam the Incontinent Pup were still frequent visitors. Bonnie Lou made sure she kept her little body between me and the presumptuous invaders. Meanwhile Carole visited the shelters, placed "found dog" ads and hung posters in public places.

"Think how you'd feel if you lost your pet," she said. I couldn't imagine. "What goes around comes around." she added. "You don't want this on your conscience do you?" Frankly I didn't give a darn. I wanted Bonnie Lou.

Well, sad for me it came around that Bonnie Lou's original owners showed up. (They called her Hannah---what an insipid name.) But they were from North Dakota and Carole was delighted to share stories about FAAARgo. And of course they all agreed nobody from NoDak would ever keep someone else's dog.

I was very sad for a long time and am still blue every time I think of her. So if any of you know a lonely little Westie girl out there, tell her Lucy is waiting with open arms.

PS All the best to Terri at http://www.islandwriter.net/ on her adorable new Scottie baby Duncan!

Monday, March 20, 2006

Can You BELIEVE Him!

I was still steamed when I woke up this morning. Last night I was watching CNN. There stood George W. Bush and from his lips came the assurance that: "I am very encouraged by the progress of the war in Iran."

Well George, guess what? I'm not not encouraged!

As I watched the "leader" of our country make this patently ridiculous statement I thought of Cindy Sheehan being carted off in handcuffs for wearing a tee shirt suggesting otherwise---protesting a war that killed her son.

If I were closer to 65 than 85 I'd march on Washington myself and take as many of my blogger friends as were willing and able to make the trip. As it is I'll continue to express my indignation through my voice and vote---because I still believe that I live in a wonderful country. And I'm not giving up on it.

Friday, March 17, 2006

What's 84?

I used to think every year was just another number. Not so! Today I think of another year as another opportunity to appreciate and hopefully learn from all of Life's lessons. I can choose to react positively to what's put on my plate.

I wish that I could express to you what it meant to me to open my mail this morning and discover the best birthday surprise ever...Thank you. Thank you. Thank you!!

I have so many things in my life that make me truly grateful: my wonderful family,my health, and all of you, my dear friends! It's such a joy to wake up in the morning, open the computer and read the blogs. Once again, thank you!

If you can find Michele's Ice Cream Parlor I'll be there tonight enjoying my son's annual gift to me: a huge hot fudge sundae. See ya!

Thursday, March 16, 2006

GrannyLu's Surprise!






HAPPY 84th BIRTHDAY GOLDENLUCYD!

A few things you may not know about Lucy aka GrannyLu...

  • 1. Lucy loves baseball---and football!
  • 2. Lucy doesn't care much for movies.
  • 3. Lucy loves cookies and hates beans.
  • 4. Lucy hates to drink water but loves Diet Coke.
  • 5. Lucy is in pain most of the time but never lets on.
  • 6. Lucy can talk to anybody and usually does.
  • 7. Lucy is usually "working on a case" from unsolved crimes.
  • 8. Lucy is tart and sassy. Lucy is kind and generous.
  • 9. Most people love Lucy!
  • 10. Her family and friends present this surprise birthday greeting with much love and many prayers for a wonderful year of health and happiness!

Saturday, March 11, 2006

By the Dawn's Early Light


It's 4AM and no, I'm not just waking up. I haven't been to sleep and finally that's OK with me.


Not so long ago I lived in terror of not being able to sleep at night---so of course I didn't. My insomnia-anxiety nearly ruined my health and made my disposition decidedly unattractive. Or so they tell me.

My family assured me that not sleeping wouldn't kill me, but if the situation didn't change, they would. Clearly we needed a plan. First, there would be no more conk-out pills. Then something would have to be found to keep my brain positively occupied.

My brain. You know, the one with a life of its own, completely independent of my body. My brain, the one that is convinced I'm still 35 years old and, as Carole tells me, that thinks the world is my business.

My kids suggested, "Why don't you just turn on the light and read?" Read? I didn't know from reading. The only things I'd ever read outside of work were the sports and news. Since I wasn't interested in philosophy or the single-electron theory--the kind of books we have here at home, I figured I would go to the public library to check things out, so to speak.

I decided it made sense to look at books in my favorite subject: the law. I've always wanted to be a lawyer (that's another story) and I love mystery so I checked out two books by Scott Turow and one by John Grisham.I was hooked!

Before I started blogging I was up to a one-book-a-day habit. But I've cut down now that I spend several hours blog-surfing and writing. So even though it's 4AM this morning, sometimes I actually fall sleep many hours earlier. And that has to be a good thing for me---and my brain.

I just found this pic of my grandchildren's cat. It has nothing to do with sleeping or reading but it has a lot to do with laughing...and that also has to be a good thing for me and my brain!


Sunday, March 05, 2006

From My Lips to God's Ears



Hallelujah! Three guess what that means.

Yes, the kiddies have returned from SE Asia---at least a week early. True, they had to endure a 30 hour stand-by flight from Gehenna but they're back. When Aaron called this morning I could tell how anxious he was to see the large dog and incontinent pup. I could just tell.

Oh, and of course I'll also be happy to see the kids.

It's a beautiful day!
Lucy

PS Here's a picture of the kiddies taken this year. Where they are I have no idea. Looks underground, doesn't it?



Thursday, March 02, 2006

More Than I Wanted to Know

We just received an email from the owners of the large dog and incontinent pup currently boarding in our home. May I refer you once again to previous posts? The themes of You'll Kill Yourself and I've Got the Answers are perfectly illustrated by excerpts from the email. I don't think I need to say another thing other than to restate the obvious: The kiddies love to rattle Granny's cage!

"Aaron's turn:
Vang Vieng is surrounded by what I think are called Karsts or jagged peaks that are breathtaking. We spent the last couple of days tubing, caving and eating; these are hard times for us. Van wants me to mention that she's been doing the cha-cha-cha since we left Vietnam. GOD knows why, but she seems to be pretty proud of it. We'll be doing some biking tomorrow into the Karsts and exploring some more caves. Van's been begging me to let her try a specialty here ("happy shakes") and she's upset that I won't let her...


Van's turn: (she always has the last word)
Five bucks a day in a nice, clean hotel makes this place more bearable. And if you eat conservatively, you can get away with spending $3/day/person on food. Tubing was excellent. Aaron jumped off of this really high and "sturdy" swing that was made up of bamboo and rope. Not to mention this was erected on the side of razor-edged rocks. Make sure you tell Grandma the details as I'm sure she will be very excited to hear about this. All and all the 3 hours ride on a tube down the river was fun...And Grandma, please remind Mom, remember she promised not to fix the pup... "

I've Got the Answers...

Kenju at http://justaskjudy.blogspot.com/ writes one of my favorite blogs. Today she challenges us all to a quiz. As in Jeopardy! we know the answers. We need to come up with the questions. Here are mine.

Referencing "Four-Legged Friends" (my very first post!) in the February archive might shed some light on my questions.

Thanks Kenju. This was great fun!

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1. Yes
Are cats certain to identify and leap into the one unwelcoming lap in the entire room?

2. Never!
Will I ever appreciate this intrusion?

3. Completely
Does the cat understand my aversion?

5. Hardly ever
If not a cat, does it ever occur to me I'd like to have a dog?

6. Hallelujah!
What will I say when my grandson returns from 4 months abroad and picks up the large dog and incontinent pup currently boarding at our home?

7. Hawaii
Where do I deserve to fly (first-class) for boarding the large dog and incontinent pup in our home?

8. Almost all
How much of the time do I dream about the time we will not be boarding the large dog and incontinent pup in our home?

9. Are you kidding?
Would I, under any conditions, at any time or for any reason host the large dog and incontinent pup in our home at another time?

10. The first time

When should I expect my children to cave in and host the large dog and incontinent pup in our home...yet again?