Residentially Believable I have now been a California resident since February 4th at the very latest. I arrived here in my car on December 21, but was back in NYC in January for a few weeks while we wrapped up move-related logistics and closed-out our apartment. The movers finished up on February 3rd and the apartment was empty and broom-cleaned that night as we slept in the hotel next door. I surrendered my apartment keys…
Handout to Mouth The other day I went to the Apple Store at the North County Mall near here. Let’s start by understanding that I am not at all a Mall Rat. In fact, I stay as far away from Malls as I possibly can. I have a problem with consumer inundation and the specialty of big department stores and, indeed, malls overall, is to inundate the consumer with choices. I’m always amazed when I…
An Overindulgence of Crocs Last summer I did something very much on purpose to see if I could handle the trauma. I bought a pair of black Crocs to take and wear around Western Ireland during our family vacation, with the idea that I would dispose of them there (they are $45 shoes after all and made of cheap plastic) rather than lug them home in the suitcase. This was a new concept for me…
Beyond the Garbage Bins It’s Wednesday morning at 6am and I’m sitting barefoot in the jump seat of the Sprinter Van we have rented for a trial run. I have put the blinds next to me up because, while Kim has fallen back to sleep, I know she wears both an eye mask and ear plugs and will not be bothered by my rousing. I am feeling very alive this morning, but can’t claim that…
Project Sailshade “Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun” according to the 1931 Noel Coward song and reinforced in the titling of Joe Cocker’s 1970 album of similar name. Noel Coward wrote the song while traveling from Hanoi to Saigon, so he had tropical heat on his mind. One of the great lines in the song refers to the “Noonday gun” in reference to the fact that in Hong Kong the noonday…
Going Honkytonk I am the furthest thing you will find from a person who relates to country music. When I hear of people going to Nashville to visit the heart of the beast at either or both the Country Music Hall of Fame or the Grand Ole Opry, I just scratch my head in wonder. All that said, I think two of my favorite movies for some strange reason are Sissy Spacek and Tommy Lee…
Coming Out of Hibernation Over the past few months, Kim and I have gotten into the practice of regularly measuring our temperature, pulse and oxygenation levels in search of any signs of the Coronavirus. This started by watching video clips of Chinese state agents pointing temperature guns at the foreheads of transiting passengers to determine risk of infection. This predated the thought that asymptomatic transmission was a major concern and seemed like a sensible, though…
The Dinner Table In the world of banking, it shouldn’t surprise you to learn that most big firms manage somehow to insure that their top two people are not so fervently politically aligned that when (notice I did not say “if”) the opposing party takes office, the firm is not left without sympathetic inroads into the halls of power, perhaps when they need it the most. I have never figured out exactly how that process…
What About Bob? I have now met Bob three times. He is a local electrician who is 62-years old and he has come to the house once to install an outlet in the Master Bath to accommodate a new bidet we wanted to install, once to install nine LED outdoor security lights and today to install a ceiling outlet box for a Big Ass Fan I have bought to put in the study. Bob would…
My Garage Seat I am becoming a man of new interests. When I started working in late June, 1976 it was a mere two months before I got engaged to be married. Our wedding was just after Thanksgiving. By February we had bought a house. It was a nice little starter house with three bedrooms and a bath upstairs and a kitchen, living room, dining room, den and half bath downstairs. As a starter house,…