Our next big adventure will be back surgery for George. Fortunately, the bills will go to the VA.
If I haven’t said anything about it in the past, I am now telling everyone the VA service here in Siskiyou County is well run … top notch. With the exception of one little snip of a receptionist (who thinks she is a Drill Sergeant assigned to enforce rules … “Don’t come to the window. Stand back with your feet on the waiting pad. I’ll call you when I’m ready.”), the people involved are polite, understanding, and helpful. George has said he is being well paid for his service time.
As everyone in the US knows, California is having water troubles (except Cold Comfort Farm … for now). In our immediate area, there is a fight going on over commercial water bottling. Those in favor cite jobs (a favorite tweaking tactic in depressed areas). Those against point out it costs 50% more water to bottle than the salable product delivers, jobs would be few and low wage, costs to the environment would be high (plastics, transportation damage to infrastructure using fossil fuels, aquifer depletion, neighborhood degradation …) and that some of the agreements under which the proposed facilities plan to operate are outdated and have not been renegotiated.
We are fairly safe here on Cold Comfort since there are only three wells above us (one of which is part-timers) and we live quite a way off the main roads. Still, we may have to take a position soon. The question may show up on a County ballot before too long.
I wish the fracking situation in California would show up on a ballot as well.
Sometime ago, after I took over as Presiding Officer of the amateur radio club, following each meeting I began sending out very short notes to those who weren’t there. Notes like “Hope all is well. I missed you.” That was all.
The returns have been phenomenal. Folks have been showing up more regularly, and if they can’t be there I often get explanatory notes. As a result I know about cancer treatments, Emergency Department trips, cardiac and respiratory setbacks, family visits, work related life changes, births, deaths, weddings, surgeries, vacation plans, etc. And most of the responses include “Thanks for asking.”
Proof that simple things can make people feel valued.
It makes me feel good as well. Win – Win.
Last sunday … but I should start this story more than 50 years ago.
In 1959 George’s work took him to Milwaukee, Wisconsin. His gig was set to last more than 6 months. Rather than have him flying back and forth to be with John and me in Pomona, we decided to pack up the family and spend those 6 months back there.
George was born and raised in Chicago and there were still Dibelkas living in the area at that time (there are still two there but one is no longer a Dibelka). So, of course, we visited. It was during that time I met Virginia Dibelka, George’s uncle’s wife. She was a special lady and we hit it off right away. We laughed about being the only non-blood Dibelkas around.
That was when she gave me a couple of recipes … one for blueberry muffins and the other for what she called “Sunshine” cake, a lemon sponge cake.
I’ve blogged about that cake before. It became a regular in my winter-spring menus.
Last sunday I baked one of Aunt Virginia’s Sunshine cakes. We have been having days of rain and a lemon cake just sounded good.
I have no idea what I did differently than I’ve been doing for over 50 years, but when I turned the cake out of the tube pan …
Oh well …
There have recently been several articles on NPR about teachers. I feel it is about time we started paying attention to the people who teach our children (and pay a livable salary to the good ones).
In the past I have written about my teacher, Faris Edgar. He was a real teacher.
Once past elementary school, and with the exception of subjects like mathematics, a REAL teacher does not provide “truth” or “facts” to be memorized, but shows you the way to find answers.
Henry Adams said “A teacher affects eternity; he can never tell where his influence stops.”
Thank you again, Mr. Edgar.
Our computer problem is resolving … just doing so much too slowly. It has been over a week since I was on Facebook. I did get a chance to check up last weekend, but I still can’t go on every day as I used to do. I miss it. I enjoy the contacts and keeping up with friends. Oh well … soon.
We continued to have daily rain until saturday . Our total for the month (so far) has been 3.68″. Local discussions seem to center around a future of warm, wet summers and cold, dry winters.
Meanwhile, I continue enjoying the lilac bush at the front door and all the iris.
And the catalpa is finally showing signs of leafing out. Catalpa blossoms are spectacular.
There was a report friday evening on the problem of poverty and hunger among today’s senior citizens due mainly (according to the report) to the recent “Recession”. There was report of a couple in Florida, who are living in a plush condo, who have nothing to eat. At one point they had only coffee and a single slice of toast … or so the report said.
It made me think how blessed we are. We don’t live in a plush condo but we aren’t bogged down with mortgage payments and power bills and television service bills and all the baggage that used to be called keeping-up-with-the-Joneses.
We own our land and house. We make our power (we haven’t paid a power bill since September of 1978). We watch three free television channels (CBS, NBC, and PBS). We eat very well. And we live in a beautiful, soul-nourishing place.
We are living comfortably (if not lavishly) on about $1,500 a month. That is indeed being blessed.
And a thought along those lines …
TODAY IS THE OLDEST I’VE EVER BEEN, YET THE YOUNGEST I’LL EVER BE, SO I WILL ENJOY EACH DAY.
Eighty-five looks good on me.
So ’til next week …