tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47618007473365052962024-02-21T08:32:57.777-08:00Talkin' to MyselfA Blog about my daysgizzylawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07002319928707299695noreply@blogger.comBlogger215125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761800747336505296.post-7471290678128075892017-11-11T14:47:00.000-08:002017-11-11T14:47:41.124-08:00DAD MUELLER<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I met the guy in the front row of this picture in 1990. He was a retired Marine aviator. He retired as a "full bird colonel".<br />
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He was sitting in a plastic chair in a hospital room visiting his very ill wife. He had his legs crossed and his arms crossed over his chest. The body language alone told me to be VERY careful with this guy.<br />
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He was a Marine in every sense of the word. He showed no emotion. He got up to greet me and then sat down. Crossed his legs and arms again and I didn't say a word.<br />
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We (the now spouse and I) stayed in a hotel that night. There was a family dynamic that I was not privy to at the time which separated father and son. It did not please me.<br />
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I had met the man a few times after that and was not longer terrified of him. But we still were wary of each other when Lois (his wife) got very sick again.<br />
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This time she was on a ventilator and could not speak. But the men in the room kept asking her open ended questions! (Do you want the large or the small pillow?...) Remember that my mother was a nurse and I had been taught how to communicate in situations like this.<br />
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I asked if she wanted a pillow. She nodded. I asked if she wanted in directly behind her head. She shook her head "No".<br />
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I continued on that way until I could pinpoint the spot where she wanted the pillow and I put it there.<br />
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It was near Christmas time and I knew that she loved that holiday and loved decorating her house. So I told her about my experience of trying to put up Christmas lights on windows with scotch tape. She reacted with delight. Eyes wide, trying to smile and patting my hand.<br />
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Lois didn't make it home but Dad Mueller observed and learned that day. <br />
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From that day on the formidable Marine aviator was my friend.<br />
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I had recently learned to play golf. It was a sport for which he and his son shared a deep and life-long passion. We began to go down to play golf with him. He took me as his partner every time. He NEVER criticized or attempted to teach me anything. We just played.<br />
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One year he made a driver for me. Best club I every swung. I actually hit a 250 yard drive with it once!<br />
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But my favorite story about Dad Mueller had to do with my brother Dan.<br />
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Dan and I were staying at Dad Mueller's house in Oceanside. Our father was dying of cancer and under hospice care in Escondido. Every day, Dad Mueller would either cook us breakfast or take us out to his favorite breakfast restaurants. He believed that we needed good fuel to get us through each day of our vigil.<br />
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On one particular restaurant the server made the mistake of placing the bill between Dan and Dad. Dan grabbed the bill (as his father had taught him to do!). Dad Mueller looked at Dan and said, "Give that to me, please." At which point Dan (being the smartass that he could be) replied, "Why should I?"<br />
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I SWEAR I could see the eagles rising up from Dad Mueller's shoulders. (No, he wasn't in uniform and there were no gold eagles on the clothes that he was wearing!) But Dad Mueller straightened to attention, turn his eyes to Dan's and said (very quietly), "Because I asked you to, son."<br />
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Dan handed him the bill.<br />
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Dad Mueller flew Corsairs in WWII, he flew helicopters in Viet Nam and he flew in Korea. He served at the Pentagon. <br />
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Like most who served in war, he rarely spoke of it.<br />
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He could be very strict.<br />
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But with me.....we shared a little golf, a little dinner, a glass or two of wine. And we laughed a lot.<br />
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I miss him.gizzylawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07002319928707299695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761800747336505296.post-26980232330297221562017-11-04T22:43:00.000-07:002017-11-04T22:43:06.648-07:00WILLIAM ARTHUR GISVOLD<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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He is my big brother. He is all that that title conveys. I have held him up as an idol, the perfection that I believed him to be. And then I realized what an incredible burden that placed upon him. The separation it caused in our relationship. The judgement that it cast upon him.<br />
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And, slowly, I let that fairy tale slip out of my thoughts and off his shoulders.<br />
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He is my brother. My blood. The family that shared my childhood.<br />
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And tonight, like a few days this last summer, I got to be with him and share in his joyous family.<br />
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It started with a walk on the beach, watching whales breach the horizon. Listening to his stories and telling mine.<br />
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And on the way back... a rainbow.<br />
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But the fun had only started.<br />
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I had been invited to the 45th Family Weekend of my sister-in-laws family. This year it was held in a B and B in Arroyo Grande. A home converted to guest house use with sufficient bedrooms and bathrooms to accommodate the entire clan.<br />
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There was much conversation. And much laughter. I even met a fellow drunk (also in recovery) and we shared things that non-drunks don't really understand. (Not that non-drunks don't try to understand. They just haven't been to that village and don't know the language. It's kinda like having someone your own age to talk to.)<br />
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And then there was dinner. A wonderful meal prepared by my sister-in-law's brother-in-law. (Got that? My brother's wife's sister's husband.) Salmon fillets and mushroom risotto. OMG!!!! Oh, I forgot to mention a hot shrimp and cheese dip appetizer. Lord, save me from all the calories I consumed!<br />
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Many of the folk I had met before but some were new to me. One thing they all shared was a love of each other and a curiosity about the world around them.<br />
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I was asked about VAE and touring with that group. I told them about singing in Santa Trinita Church in Florence, Italy. I told them about the amazing food we were fed by villagers in France. I told them what it was like to share those experiences with my daughter. And they, in turn, told me their stories.<br />
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But it came down to sitting next to my brother at the dinner table. Talking about our brother Dan. Talking about our kids. Talking about our high school math teacher, Mr. Stephen Hannigan. Talking about first dates in ages past. Talking about our lives.<br />
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It was a wonderful few hours with my brother.<br />
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I will treasure it forever.<br />
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gizzylawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07002319928707299695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761800747336505296.post-12496371634238663102017-08-04T08:27:00.000-07:002017-08-04T08:28:20.520-07:00Daniel Edward Gisvold<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I miss him every day.<br />
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I see his face every time I see a tractor-trailer rig on the highway.<br />
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I hear his voice every time some one makes a pun.<br />
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I hear him ranting about politics and know he would be right in the middle of the controversies of today.<br />
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He was my mentor and I was his.<br />
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He was my biggest fan and I was his.<br />
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He once told me that I could do whatever made me happy. He might disagree with my choice but he would always support me.<br />
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He let me sit on his porch for two weeks, drinking his wine and saying nothing. He understood my pain.<br />
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He understood my joys.<br />
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He wasn't perfect, thank the heavens.<br />
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He was Dan.<br />
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He was my brother.<br />
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He was born on August 4, 1947.<br />
<br />gizzylawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07002319928707299695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761800747336505296.post-74177185173167568262017-07-09T21:59:00.001-07:002017-07-09T21:59:02.604-07:00Talkin' to Myself: I HATE COMPUTER DESKS!<a href="http://musingmueller.blogspot.com/2017/07/i-hate-computer-desks.html?spref=bl">Talkin' to Myself: I HATE COMPUTER DESKS!</a>: Last night was a perfect night to relax playing mindless games and reading emails (and Facebook posts). I often do this just before I have t...gizzylawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07002319928707299695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761800747336505296.post-54638784188216612042017-07-09T21:52:00.000-07:002017-07-09T21:52:51.102-07:00I HATE COMPUTER DESKS!Last night was a perfect night to relax playing mindless games and reading emails (and Facebook posts). I often do this just before I have to prepare the dogs for night-night. That ritual involves carrots and a trip outside.<br />
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But, as has been its wont, life intervened.<br />
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I was sitting at my white computer desk which was a table area attached to a cubicle bookcase. You know, the ones that have 12x12 squares to store all that stuff we seem to collect and never get rid of. I had a bunch of stuff in the cubicles and my printer sits majestically on top. The desk part held my laptop, a keyboard, a large monitor, a small Bose speaker and the land line phone. Oh, there is small desk lamp.<br />
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I have had this desk for the six years we have been in our home. It had served me well. (besides, it was cheap!)<br />
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Last night, the desk, hereinafter known as "it", decided to relax. Well, relax isn't quite the word...<br />
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It decided to COLLAPSE.<br />
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It let loose of its attachment to the cubicle bookcase and collapsed towards the floor sending all of the items it supported sliding towards the cubicle. This is because the other end of it was being supported by my chair. The armrests became desk rests.<br />
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I was, unfortunately (or fortunately depending on how you look at it) between the armrests. But it did not deign to touch me. Just the armrests.<br />
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The dogs, as is their wont, raised the alarm with a great hew and cry which roused the spouse.<br />
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After extricating me, I was left to disentangle the pile of electronics that it had left behind. This was a wise choice on the part of the spouse.<br />
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So today I purchased a much sturdier desk. Well, it is not called a desk. It is called a workbench.<br />
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I don't think this one will feel the need to relax.<br />
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gizzylawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07002319928707299695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761800747336505296.post-64315264257618248772017-06-27T22:09:00.000-07:002017-06-27T22:09:40.827-07:00Firey Thoughts<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is what I saw as I was driving home on Monday. I knew that there was a fire on Park Hill road but I didn't, until that moment, know how close to our home the fire was. Mel had only a few minutes to grab the dogs, the cat, the computers and little else.<br />
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We were lucky. We had a place to stay and a place to board the dogs. But it was still stressful. Anxiety is an amazing animal and we were subject to its whims.<br />
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To start with, I had lost my wallet the day before. I had no ID, no ATM card, no credit cards and no way to access money because my checkbook was still sitting in its little niche in my loom room. I had no change of clothes. I was wearing flip flops and shorts and a summer top. No toothbrush. No meds.<br />
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But Mel had grabbed my CPAP machine. He had his priorities after all! ( he likes to sleep without me snoring away!)<br />
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I felt helpless when I was stopped on Park Hill and was told that the road was closed and I could not get to my spouse to help him get out. We were under mandatory evacuation orders. Yikes!<br />
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And here is the first act of kindness that occurred. We have a guy building our back fence. He has been clearing brush for us as well and generally helping out. His back story is full of success and defeat which makes him very human. His name is David.<br />
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He saw the plume of smoke from his home and called Mel. If not for that call Mel would not have had time to get anything packed or in the car or begin to think about being safe. And about the time that Mel is beginning to , well, not panic but become highly concerned, David shows at the front door and gets Mel, animals, computers and little else, into our truck and out of the area. Later David was helping others in the area (friends of his) when he got trapped by the fire. He got his friends (and himself) out of danger but, as he put it, "it was a hairy night". I can not thank him enough for his help and his friendship. Besides, he builds a really good fence!<br />
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After Mel meets me in Atascadero (the town where daughter lives about 20 minutes north of us), I take the dogs and head to Cambria. Because, while Mel was packing, I was calling our dog trainer to see if we could board the dogs there. He had a full house but he made room for George and Gracie. They stayed happy and safe through everything. It was Marty's training (Rajun Kennels) that made them obey commands to get in the truck and be calm. They slept.......<br />
Without Marty we would have been in a far more serious situation because daughter's house was not dog proof. (Damaged fence with lots of hidden places for dogs to use in escaping!)<br />
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But Marley the cat was with us. But we had no cat food nor a litter box. Solution? I stop at PetCo in Paso Robles on my way back from Cambria. Great idea for me to pick up the necessarys of cat ownership.<br />
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One MINOR problem. I don't have ID, ATM card, credit cards or cash. And my trusty checkbook is in my loom room. Solution? Daughter calls store and arranges to pay for items we need over the phone with her credit card. Perfect!<br />
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Except the store has just changed computer systems and the clerk can't override the computer's demand for a card swipe.<br />
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Imagine for a moment you have been through what has been described above. And you are now really flummoxed. And the clerk turns to you and says wait here. You stand in front of the register feeling completely out of control when the clerk, who really is the store manager, walks back up with a fist full of store gift cards. She runs them through the computer that wanted something to swipe. I ask her when she will be on duty next so I can pay her and she says that I have been through enough for the day and to take care of my fur baby. (Something to that effect. I really don't remember the exact words now cuz I was sort of overwhelmed by the sheer generosity of the woman and I had started to cry.)<br />
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One of my friends said, when I thanked her for her expressions of concern and willingness to assist, "it takes a village". So very, very true.<br />
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But it takes a kind village. Many of my friends and acquaintances offered assistance. One offered her 5th wheel, others offered their homes or funds to see us through. It was humbling and overwhelming. You and the three people I described above, two friends and a stranger, made this journey through a wildfire an amazing statement of generosity and humanness. And I thank you all!<br />
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So my thoughts now turn to all the countries in the world and all the people in them that are faced with and deal with displacement. If I, a very comfortable white American, feel helpless and overwhelmed with a wildfire, what do the people of Allepo or Tikrit or Mosul or a hundred other places feel when they are forced to leave?<br />
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I have touched a tiny edge of what they feel. A tiny, tiny edge.<br />
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I am home and safe. The dogs come home tomorrow. My life will return to its very comfortable state. The people Allepo, Tikrit, Mosul or the hundred other place will not.<br /><br />gizzylawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07002319928707299695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761800747336505296.post-86151722323116648252017-04-21T19:32:00.001-07:002017-04-21T19:32:54.824-07:00Talkin' to Myself: FATHER<a href="http://musingmueller.blogspot.com/2017/04/father.html?spref=bl">Talkin' to Myself: FATHER</a>: The thing I remember most about him is his singing. Story has it that he joined the Lindsay Presbyterian Church because of its choir (an...gizzylawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07002319928707299695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761800747336505296.post-85394427232378467252017-04-21T19:30:00.002-07:002017-04-21T19:30:51.904-07:00FATHER<br />
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The thing I remember most about him is his singing.<br />
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Story has it that he joined the Lindsay Presbyterian Church because of its choir (and its choir director--Virginia Hanigan) He was, as a striking viking from Minnesota, a Lutheran. But singing mattered more than liturgy.<br />
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Story has it that he made a recording of "Always" and sent the record to my mother before he shipped out to the South Pacific.<br />
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Dad would sing whether you asked him or not. He lead the singing at any public event. He could be found at the weekly Kiwanis Club meeting leading the men of the small community in "America" or other patriotic songs.<br />
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He was Virginia's go-to tenor for solos. I have one recording of his singing- a solo in a song written by Virginia and Joe Ippolito (my high school senior humanities teacher). I play it every once in a while just to hear him sing.<br />
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One of those strongest memories that I have is of Dad singing "Thank Heaven for Little Girls" to me at a family party. He had imbibed a bit but he stayed on key through the whole song.<br />
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He was the only person that could quiet my daughter when she was suffering from colic. He would walk the house singing any song he could think of. She didn't sleep. She just lay her head on his shoulder and listened.<br />
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He was happiest when he was singing. He had no training- just a natural talent. Until he joined a barbershop group in a nearby town (Porterville). He was in his 60's then but his voice improved and his tone mellowed as he learned techniques ways to breathe.<br />
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But I never saw one of his barbershop performances. I was a single mom then and I was finishing law school and starting my career.<br />
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But now I would give anything to have hear them and to see the look on his face as he reveled in the performance.That has become a stronger feeling now that I have had the privilege of singing with a talented director (Gary Lamprecht) and a group of dedicated singers better known as Vocal Arts Ensemble who have taught me those same techniques. Singing with those who share your passion for music is indescribable. <br />
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He had found his group and shared that passion.<br />
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Today, my high school friend, John Bastady sent me pictures for 1987 of the Mineral King Chorus (I THINK that was the name) .<br />
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I got to see his face while he was singing.<br />
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He was happiest when he was singing.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Second row, second from the left. Harold "Giz" Gisvold</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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I know that feeling. I cry knowing that I share that feeling with him.<br />
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Of all my mixed feeling about my father, the thankfulness I feel for the gift of song outweighs everything else. gizzylawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07002319928707299695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761800747336505296.post-49323594824650690842017-04-14T21:07:00.000-07:002017-04-14T21:07:06.777-07:00WINNER OF THE WEEK<h2>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">No weaving class today so I weave at home. It takes me three tries to get this far.</span></span></h3>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">This shows that the warp yarn is on the back beam ready to be threaded onto the loom. I usually do this in one try. I am frustrated. But I persevere.</span></span></h3>
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<b>TUESDAY</b> </h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">The ice maker on our brand new refrigerator goes kaput. We had the refrigerator delivered less than a month ago. So I go to the store where we purchased the refrigerator and advise customer service that the ice maker is kaput. </span></span></h3>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">They ask if I have done x,y,or z to try and fix the problem. I advise them that I have done so, per the manual provided with the refrigerator. I advise them that I purchased an additional warranty from the store so that they could come to our house and fix any potential issues with the refrigerator.</span></span></h3>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">I am told that the warranty people located in the store do not handle large appliances (such as a refrigerator) and I must call the 888 number or I could by the same model refrigerator as a replacement for an additional $400. </span></span></h3>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">At this point I sense difficulty in the universe. I sit on a chair in the warranty area of the store and contact the 888 number. The automated person asks for the model and serial number. I have the receipt from the purchase of the refrigerator and answer the automated person with the number provided on the receipt. </span></span></h3>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">A LIVE person comes on the line to tell me that the numbers are invalid. I am told by said person that they will send a person out to my home to locate the serial number and then schedule an appointment to fix the refrigerator. The LIVE person asks when next month they can come to look for the serial number.</span></span></h3>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sensing an apocalyptic eruption, I approach the store help desk with my phone in hand (LIVE person is now trying to tell me that I have to call the manufacturer of the refrigerator) and ask to see the manager of the department to explain to LIVE person that they are making no sense.</span></span></h3>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">Department manager begins to explain the proper procedure for obtaining assistance in fixing a large appliance and that I should "calm down". Department manager is less than 2 feet from my face at the time. I raise my hand to silence him. (No, not THAT way. With palm towards him at chest high for me.) He tells me to get my hand out of his face!</span></span></h3>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">I hang up on LIVE person and walk away from manager person.</span></span></h3>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">I recall manufacturer and am told by another person that the refrigerator was sold to me in 2014 and the warranty was expire. Could I send a receipt showing that I had purchased the refrigerator in March of 2017 and they would give me a LIMITED warranty for a used refrigerator.</span></span></h3>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">I become VESUVIUS. USED? I don't think so. I explode all over poor service woman. She says her name is XXXX and can she be of help. (Finally a person with some skills in dealing with angry old women). Turns out that the refrigerator that I bought was a floor model that had "apparently been returned" and "refurbished". No notice to the consumer.</span></span></h3>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">I walked out with a BRAND NEW, IN THE BOX refrigerator (to be delivered soon) with 30 bucks deducted from the price of the original purchase. Delivery is free! </span></span></h3>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">SCORE!</span></span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;"> I get to Home Depot later than I wanted (you think?) and search for a
combination lock and tar remover. No employee had a clue as to where
either item could be found. It took another hour to locate them.</span></span></h3>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">Then,
then, I go to COSTCO. Given the universal setting for the last two days
this may not have been a wise choice. We were nearly cupboard bare so
the trip was going to take time. Two hours later, with a cart stacked very strategically, a woman stops me and says "Wow, I never seen a cart that full." She then proceeds to follow me asking where I lived and if that was why I needed so much STUFF. I told her I lived East of Santa Margarita and she replies, "Oh, the Carrisso (her pronunciation) Plain. No wonder you're all so hungry!" I would have laughed but that would have encouraged her. (The Carizza Plain is known for its marijuana fields)</span></span></h3>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">At the truck, finally. The next 45 minutes were spent strategically loading the cooler bags and other accoutrements with the appropriate items (frozen in one bag, refrigerated in another and dry goods in another---it is quite a system so that everything can make it home in one piece!). I am now officially tired. Some guy walks by and tells me I need a drink. He was right. I locked the truck and went and got a COSTCO fruit smoothie.</span></span></h3>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;"> I make it home in time to put everything away and jump in the car to go to VAE rehearsal. </span></span></h3>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">AND I AM STILL MAD AT THE STORE MANAGER regarding the refrigerator.....</span></span></h3>
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<b>WEDNESDAY</b></h2>
<b> </b><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">Go to a doctor's appointment. It is a GYN appointment and I am not happy that I am going to one of THOSE at this age. Appointment is for 9:15. I am there at 9:00 as instructed on the new patient forms. At 10:30 my name is called. Doctor enters room at 11:30. Doctor leave at 11:45. Pleasant enough but clearly upset that she is dealing with an old lady.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;"> When I get home I am regaled with the tale of woe regarding the scheduling of a 5 year medical procedure. (If you are over 50 you know which one...) So, being the kind, gentle thing that I am (and truly thinking that I have hit all the less than helpful service people around) I give the doctor's office a call. The upshot of a 40 minute conversation (using the term very loosely) the office personnel will send the appropriate forms by mail (no, they do not use email...). The patient must fill out the forms and bring them IN PERSON to the doctor's office where they will photocopy his insurance cards. The patient will return home and wait for the doctor to evaluate the forms and determine whether an office visit must be scheduled. If so, the staff will contact the patient to make that appointment.</span></span></h3>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">If an office appointment is not deemed necessary the office staff will contact the patient as to the appointment date for the procedure. NOT once is the convenience of the patient considered. EVER.</span></span></h3>
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<b> </b><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">I stayed home. The ice maker started to work. The ice maker quit again. I had to thread the blanket on my loom 4 times. Seems counting to 4 is getting more and more difficult.</span></span><br />
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<b>FRIDAY</b></h2>
<b> </b><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">I go into town to have lunch with the daughter. She is desperately trying to get all her work in order so she can fly to Fiji tomorrow. So I take the car to the car wash where I have previously paid to have the interior detailed. (The dogs had use of the back seat during the rains and the vehicle was no longer fit for human habitation) I had tried on several occasions to call the car wash to schedule said detailing but no one ever answered the phone. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">Knowing that the direct approach is the best approach (see refrigerator story, ante) I drove in and explained my situation. I was told that I had to call to make an appointment as they were all full in the detailing department.</span></span></h3>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">My response was that I would then back out and try to contact them again. I was offered a free car wash (there were three cars behind me!) I relented and let them wash the car.</span></span></h3>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Bolstered by my refrigerator win, I went to the office and asked for an appointment. I was told that there would not be an opening until April 29! I told the gentleman that I would be out of the country then. He insisted that was the soonest that a slot would be available. I said, "Fine, I would like my money back."</span></span></h3>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">You would have thought I had asked for the moon! "I have to talk to my manager. You are causing me trouble" etc. He leaves and comes back saying that they can do the car next week. I continue asking for my money back. He leaves again.</span></span></h3>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">Now the first guy (from outside) comes in and tells the counter guy (in another language of which I have some understanding) we will do it now, tell her now.</span></span></h3>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>I got the detailing done, had lunch with the kid, and got my nails done.</b></span></h3>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">I WIN!!!!</span></span></h3>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span>gizzylawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07002319928707299695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761800747336505296.post-36013938374431076312017-03-25T19:46:00.000-07:002017-03-25T19:46:06.000-07:00CAN WE TALK??????<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">I have been asked to join a friend on a small ship cruise of the Mediterranean. From Barcelona to Rome with 2 extra days in each city. Here is the website. Take a peek and tell me that this is NOT a jeans and sweatshirt kinda thing.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.windstarcruises.com/cruise/mediterranean/glitter-and-glam-of-the-rivieras/?id=110&sid=1143"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">http://www.windstarcruises.com/cruise/mediterranean/glitter-and-glam-of-the-rivieras/?id=110&sid=1143</span></span></a></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Now, mind you, it took me less than 2 seconds to scream "Yessss!" I clearly did not take the time to consider that I might need something other than jeans, a t-shirt and a sweatshirt or two. </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">But now I am.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">And I have a problem.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">I may need a ----oh, god, no-----a dress..........</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">AUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">I do not particularly like dresses but on some occasions I have been seen in one. And I certainly have not tried to buy one of late.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">The problem is not so much that I don't like dresses but, well, uh, er,....</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">I have "grown" since I last shopped for such a thing. </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">You see I use to be tall and rather slender. Not skinny but I was built a little like a stick. I could wear almost anything and look decent in it. By that I mean skirt, dresses, pants. There wasn't much to show off and very little to hide.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Hell, when a client complained that I had "flaunted my cleavage at him" my employer teased me (back in the day when sexual harassment was an unknown issue) that the claim would fail as "there were facts not in evidence"!</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">It was easy to shop for clothes.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">But now that I am "mature" the letter X has entered my shopping vocabulary.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Which is why the mere thought of a dress is distressing.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">I have looked in every catalog. Been to every on-line site that carries my size. The dresses are stylish. But they are mostly just a bigger size of the one made for the young and the thin. </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">I use to wear horizontal stripes and not think about it. But a dress with horizontal stripes from top to bottom on an X size woman who carries the proof of age like a 45 year old man who is still drinking too much beer? No no no no no no no no! NO!</span></span></span></span></span></h2>
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br /></span></span></span></span>
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">I refuse to LOOK like the keg of beer he drank last night!</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br /></span></span></span></span>
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Then there are the "chiffon" dresses. Flowing, light little things with SPANDEX at the hip! WTF?????</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Or the sheath dress with darts down the front. Now "they" want me to look like a pregnant whale!</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">You see, while my waist has grown, my upstairs accoutrements have not kept pace. My client may win that claim of his, but not by much. Besides, I would have to raise those things up from my knees to make that work.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">It is possible, I believe to be stylish without flaunting my physical failings. I know lots of women who can do that. They are large and MAGNIFICENT!</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">So, to the manufacturers of women's clothing. PLLLLEEEEAASE! Just try to use the laws of form and function in your designs. It isn't difficult. Large women don't look like smaller women. They don't wear the same things. They are proud of their size (it IS a sign of maturity). Dress them nicely and appropriately. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Anyway, I am back to looking at dressy pants in hopes that there is a lenient dress code on board. If not, I just might have to sue them.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Hehehehehehe!</span></span></span><br />
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They were born on October 29, 2015 and came to live with us on December 23, 2015. They are our greatest joy.<br />
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Well, except when they want out at 4am or when they get mad at you for some perceived slight (like not throwing the ball long enough or when demanded) and they pee on the floor in front of you! The hooligans (as Dr. Boos has nicknamed them) are getting trained (again).<br />
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This time the training is local. And it goes like this.<br />
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Our deck is a health hazard. It has screws and nails popping out of old, dried out planks and the underside is full of wood rot. Our intention, when we moved in nearly 5 years ago, was to immediately replace the deck. We started to.....<br />
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Then just repaired the GIANT hole and replaced the newly leaking roof!<br />
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But now the deck is getting rather rickety and with two pups playing Ricky Racer orSumo Wrestler or Champion Ear Puller, something was going to give.<br />
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And it was not going to be the pups or us.<br />
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The removal of the old deck was scheduled to begin this week. <br />
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So we began looking for a place to board the dogs. They are puppies and bonded to each other so we wanted to be very careful where they spent the night much less two weeks away from home.<br />
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We did not want a kennel where they would stay in a concrete run or a place where they were in the kennel more than they were out of it. We also wanted a place where they had human contact and lots of supervised play time.<br />
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Now the first place one goes to when searching for something is-----the internet! The internet knows everything.<br />
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After a while this one place keeps popping up. And on its list of recommendators (is that a word?) are two friends of mine.<br />
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It had some nice features. Big play yards, human supervision 24/7 AND the DOGS and the owners had to be "interviewed" to make sure they would get along with other dogs.<br />
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So I filled out the application and immediately got a response that the trainer would like to meet with the dogs (and us) where we could see the pups interact with other dogs. So we go to a park that has a fenced off dog park. And we meet Justin.<br />
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Within seconds (well, minutes...) he has two wild and crazy puppies sitting, heeling, and (best of all) not barking at people or other dogs.<br />
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Into the dog area we go. The pups have never been in such a place and to say I was a bit anxious would have been an understatement.<br />
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And two things happened. Gracie remained shy and showed no signs of aggression. George, on the other hand, "put on the Giz"*! He said hi to every dog and every person, played tag with any dog that wanted to play and then came back to tell Gracie that all was ok.<br />
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They were accepted to LoveDogs Camp. They spent one night there and were put on probation for barking at night.<br />
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So Justin came to the rescue. A little training in dealing with BIG DOGS and a little inclusion of their home routine did the trick. They came home the second time exhausted and filthy! Two very happy puppies!<br />
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They are now there for two weeks because this started this morning--<br />
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So, where have all the puppies gone? They have gone to camp!!!!<br /><br />
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*Putting on the Giz is a reference to my father Harold "Giz" Gisvold. He would work a room by glad handing, chatting, greeting everyone and otherwise being a social butterfly. He descendants, even if suffering from introversion, know how to "put on the Giz". George has is down pat. <br />
gizzylawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07002319928707299695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761800747336505296.post-13959153558699581012016-07-29T18:31:00.000-07:002016-07-29T18:31:39.665-07:00Growing up girl<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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When I was in kindergarten at Jefferson School in 1956 I was in an outdoor pageant. I think every kid in the school was.<br />
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But the kindergartners were part of the story of settling the West. Jackie (above) was a settlers "wife" and was riding in a covered wagon. Terry was a cowboy (I think---give me a break it was a few moons ago that this all happened!)<br />
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I was suppose to be an Indian "squaw" and stay in the background around the teepee.<br />
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Well, I objected. And apparently I objected loudly. I wanted to be in the war party. I was told that girls weren't part of war parties. I saw no sense in that.<br />
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So my grandmother sewed me a fringed "Indian" dress and my mom got me a toy bow and arrow and somehow, I was allowed to run from the back towards the "settlers" screaming at the top of my 5 year old lungs, waiving my bow and arrow. I was part of the "war party"!<br />
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I was 5.<br />
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When I was 8 I was told that I couldn't go fishing with my dad and brothers because it was too dangerous for a girl.<br />
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When I was 13 I was told that I couldn't run in track because it might damage my private parts.<br />
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When I was 16 I was told that I needed to be "more appealing" (translation: sexier looking) And just a note of reality--I am built exactly like my father---skinny legs, rounded belly, no waist and no butt! I was a tomboy and built like one.<br />
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When I was 22, living in Florida, I was told that I could not buy a car without the signature of my father or my husband. My spouse was in a B-52 somewhere over or nearly over VietNam and my father was in California.<br />
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In the late 70's, as a single mom, I was told that I could only work as a secretary at minimum wage. <br />
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I objected. I had a beautiful, smart daughter and I would provide for her. So I decided to go to law school.<br />
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I was told that I would not be allowed to work in a courtroom.<br />
I was told I wasn't smart enough. <br />
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My first interview out of law school started with this question (from a guy in a blue suit):<br />
"So, why does a pretty young thing like you want to be working in law?"<br />
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I left.<br />
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When I began my career in a courtroom I allowed judges and other
attorneys to bully me into taking a back seat. It took me a few years
but that no longer happens. I strive to keep my power, my words.<br />
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Those are just the highlights that immediately came to mind when Hillary Clinton took the stage to accept the Democratic Nomination for President of the United States. <br />
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And I thought of all the slings and arrows that she has taken. I thought of all the slings and arrows most women have taken in this world.<br />
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And I cried.<br />
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I didn't think I would. I didn't think it would bring up old stuff. But it did.<br />
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All the times I was told that I was less than a boy. All the times I was told I wasn't as smart as a boy (when I knew I was) All the times I had to find different ways to get to my goals because I didn't have the boy connections. They all came forward in those few minutes.<br />
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I can and have let go of most of the feelings of anger and frustration. But I will always remember all those times. I will hold them close and cherish them. They made me who I am.<br />
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And the beautiful, smart daughter?<br />
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She went from picking cherries to picking juries.<br />
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<br />gizzylawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07002319928707299695noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761800747336505296.post-54060290184053705762016-07-07T19:01:00.000-07:002016-07-07T19:01:36.859-07:00La Penquina<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">La Penguina </td></tr>
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The story actually begins several years ago. To be perfectly clear, it began when a fellow Public Defender in Bakersfield bought me an Opus t-shirt. I loved Opus (and Bloom County) But my love for the absurd turned absurdly into a fascination with penguins (as opposed to Puffins).<br />
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I began collecting penguins. Statutes and the like. Not real live penguins (or even dead ones) just representations of penguins. Artistic, whimsical, weird, whatever.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hand sculpted by an artist in Monterey </td></tr>
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Anyway, I was a bit nuts about collection. I even have socks (several pair) with penguins on them.<br />
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That led to the gestation and birth of La Penguina.<br />
She was born the year that Vocal Arts was going to tour Argentina and Uruguay. I had signed up for the trip and paid a goodly portion of the costs.<br />
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But work raised its ugly head. I got some big cases that were not going to let me take two weeks off to fly to South America and sing. I was pissed. Then I resigned my self to living the trip through photographs and other people's stories.<br />
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And penguins have what to do with this? You asked so I will tell you.<br />
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I have a kid who is rather inventive when it comes to such situations. She bought several plastic penguins and gave them to various members of the touring group. (Yes, she was going) The instructions were that La Penguina (the collective name for all of the penguins) was to accompany the member wherever they went and provide pictures to prove that she was there. La Penguina was me in abstentia.<br />
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It was a really cool idea and I loved that people would do such a thing. But then there was a hiccough.<br />
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Just a little glitch.<br />
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Argentina was in a bit of a political crisis. It seems that the President of Argentina and the ranchers and farmers in the country were have a bit of a disagreement. Strikes were being called for and things were a bit tense. The ranchers and company had given the President a rude name. In Argentina the name was------ wait for it!<br />
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La Penguina!<br />
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The tour group was told that it was not a good idea to be seen taking photographs with a penguin in the group. It might cause trouble. It would be considered a political statement.<br />
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Me? Cause trouble? Even when I am absent!<br />
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So La Penquina was put into purses and bags and carried everywhere anyway. Just fewer pictures.<br />
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And why this long missive about La Penguina.<br />
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I usually have a reason to include these stories in my writing. And I do!<br />
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This week (in fact, yesterday) The Kid and her Spouse headed off for a bit of a vacation and the Kid knew I would love where they are going. So she packed La Penguina....<br />
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And every picture she has sent me from the British Virgin Islands has La Penguina.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ah, the British Virgin Islands</td></tr>
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This story begins with Miss Gracie playing under the bush (see exhibit A, above). She is playing very happily. Meanwhile, Mr. George, in Exhibit B, above, (yes, he looks like Grumpy Cat) is grumpy because little Miss Gracie has taken "THE STICK" and then went to play in the bushes.<br />
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A round of wrestling, mouth fighting, and "Ricky Racer" ensues shortly after Mr. George has thought through the problem and has determined his next tactical move.<br />
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We have been trying desperately to explain the proper puppy use of the interior floor versus the exterior ground. The pups, although bright in learning "food", "puppy central" (where all treats are given) have had difficulty with the word "No" and the lessons regarding interior and exterior.</div>
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Being as both of us together have about 40 years of education and have participated in a rather intellectually demanding profession, we considered all of our options and determined that the use of a dog door would be advantages to the understanding of the concept we were trying to impart to the pups. </div>
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The dog door already exited in our house. Zelda was a great fan. But it is in the laundry room which is beyond the boundaries of Puppy Land. (Pups are currently jailed in the living room/kitchen area.) So, additional barriers had to be constructed to prevent free reign of the house by leaking puppies.</div>
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Then we introduce the pups to the concept of door usage. Within 5 minutes Mr. George had it. But Miss Gracie was very reluctant. We finally decided to leave them outside and see if Miss Gracie could learn from her brother.</div>
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George came in on his own. But Gracie was still outside, lying on the deck, looking at the door. She would not come near it. George, on his own, went back outside, went up to Gracie, turned around and came back through the door. Gracie came to the door but would not come through it. George came back to the door, pushed his nose through it, sat on the outside step with the swinging door resting on his back and made room for Gracie to go through. And she did.</div>
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George opened and held the door for Gracie!</div>
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Gracie may be the Alpha dog but George is in charge of the door!</div>
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gizzylawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07002319928707299695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761800747336505296.post-36140540205692824822015-11-13T13:44:00.000-08:002015-11-13T13:44:25.649-08:00And Then There Were Two.......<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Losing Zelda was hard. I came home from the vet's knowing that we had done the right thing, she was so very, very sick. But her paw prints were still on the hardwood floors and there was no one to share my apple with.<br />
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It was an outcome that we knew was coming for a long while. We had been waiting for Zelda to tell us it was time. And it was.<br />
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As we reflected our our years with our dogs we realized that we had not been without a dog for 18 years! We had grown accustomed to their faces. We knew we had to get another dog. And we knew we could not make a rash decision.<br />
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So I began my search.<br />
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The first place I went to was Zim's Cockers. They still have a website although they retired from breeding a few years ago. They were one of the nations premier breeders of Cocker Spaniels in the nation and they were in Grover Beach!<br />
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That eventually led me to El Shaddai Cockers in Cherry Valley, California (near Riverside/Palm Springs). They had puppies.<br />
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I looked at the pictures, I researched the breeder, I did all the things that you are suppose to do.<br />
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Then I called. She had 4 boys and 1 girl. Sables.<br />
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The parents were gorgeous and the breeding line was good.<br />
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So, within a few hours we were expecting, on December 24, 2015 to add two puppies to our menagerie.<br />
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We are thinking up names (which we won't decide on until the puppies are here) but here are a few:<br />
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Hansel and Gretel<br />
George and Gracie (running in first place right now)<br />
Captain and Tenniel (sp)<br />
Harry and Sally<br />
Luke and Leila<br />
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We are open to suggestions. There is no prize and there may not be a winner. It depends on the pups.<br />
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I miss Mohawk and LadyBug and Zelda. I will always miss them. But I am excited to begin a new pack.<br />
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<br />gizzylawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07002319928707299695noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761800747336505296.post-6827800543853662542015-11-11T16:51:00.001-08:002015-11-11T16:51:49.310-08:00The Passing of the Pack<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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They were a pack and Mel and I were pack leaders. Zelda and LadyBug had numerous "discussions" over who was queen Cocker but they acted as a pack. Zelda's main job was to warn the pack of perceived danger. Lizards, birds, dirt clods, clumps of grass would all receive the same warning signal. A loud and vociferous barking.<br />
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When Mohawk and LadyBug left us on October 26, 2013, Zelda went silent. She never barked again. Her pack was gone.<br />
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And then she started getting eye infections and ear infections. Things that she had never suffered before.<br />
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Then she was diagnosed with Cushing's disease.<br />
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She perked up for awhile.<br />
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But this last year has seen her at the vet's office more often. Her medication went from one pill a day to one per day and one every other day and one every third day.<br />
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She preferred to just eat and sleep. She had cataracts and the last ear infection left her deaf.<br />
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This last week she wouldn't go outside at night and she broke her house training.<br />
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Today she looked at me and I knew.<br />
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Dr. Sagartz at Arroyo Grande Veterinary Hospital did an ulta-sound that showed a grossly enlarged liver and gall bladder.<br />
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And so, after 14 wonderful years, we said goodnight to Zelda.<br />
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I hope there is a doggy heaven and that she is there. With her pack.<br />
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gizzylawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07002319928707299695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761800747336505296.post-55424845197107370092015-11-10T15:59:00.000-08:002015-11-10T15:59:25.390-08:00A Very Merry UnbirthdayI have often related that the Christmas season is a LOUSY time for a birthday. Before December 25 people are running around doing things that "must" be done to get ready for the day. Then, after December 25 they sorta disappear as they make ready for the New Year parties and galas and football games.<br />
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So when your birthday falls between December 25 and January 1 you are in no-man's land.<br />
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Birthday/Christmas gifts are the answer for many people and are TOTALLY UNACCEPTABLE to the recipient.<br />
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I was bemoaning this fact (okay, I was whining) to the fellow members of my weaving class. And a (rather raucous) discussion turned into what would be appropriate as an "unbirthday" party for me. Some very inappropriate suggestions were made (causing several people to miss count their threads and have to start all over again--laughing and rolling on the floor does that)<br />
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Now this group of women know me to be rather--how would you say this........bold in my use of language. They also know that it is difficult to embarrass me.<br />
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Therefore, the inappropriate suggestions were, in fact, quite appropriate.<br />
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This week I appeared and after our opening lesson our instructor excused herself to go get some hot tea for us. (Her studio is next to her home) She came back with cookies, jasmine tea, and a birthday card. They gave me a cute tree ornament that resembled one of the churches Vocal Arts sang in this past July.<br />
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My cup of tea had a "flower" in it that was quite pretty.<br />
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The whole thing made me very happy.<br />
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My friends gave me a Very Merry Unbirthday.<br />
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Thank you so very merry much!gizzylawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07002319928707299695noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761800747336505296.post-49595991121720985162015-11-09T22:54:00.002-08:002015-11-09T22:54:24.595-08:00Montana<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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I have been re-reading (for the umpteenth time) The Hunt for Red October. Love that book. Love the movie (Sean Connery is a handsome devil). And I always think of Montana. (the one officer dies saying "I would have loved to have seen Montana.")<br />
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But thinking of Montana now brings up memories of Daniel. And a lot of sadness. And a lot of joy.<br />
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Fond memories of motorcycle rides.<br />
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And festivals.<br />
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And horses.<br />
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And Daniel.<br />
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But last night, I went to see my daughter sing in the women's chorus called Canzona.<br />
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They sing a lot of new age music that is really interesting and beautiful. And the next to last song was called. "Big Sky".<br />
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Like I wouldn't know what that was about......<br />
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But the lyrics ( a poem by Charles Silvertri) and the composition by Ola Gjeilo (from Sweden) put Daniel in the empty chair next to me.<br />
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"Golden sunlight gleams off the<br />
Rugged peaks soar up into<br />
Big sky spreads out like a<br />
Blue embrace of you.<br />
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Splashing streams tumble into<br />
Rushing river cuts through<br />
Pine tree valley full of<br />
Green memories of you.<br />
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Every time I see that big sky I<br />
Think of you and wonder why?<br />
I can almost feel you right here with me.<br />
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Eagles soar high above the<br />
Misty pine tops that grow,Roots go deep in the big earth<br />
Deep as my love for you."<br />
<i>Charles Silvertri</i><br />
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I will always miss him.<br />
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But I did get to see (and feel) Montana. From the back of a motorcycle.<br />
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Thank you, Canzona.<br />
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<br />gizzylawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07002319928707299695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761800747336505296.post-16057694390575742662015-10-09T13:09:00.000-07:002015-10-09T13:09:11.858-07:00Mr. StickWe have a new member of our household.<br />
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Meet Mr. Stick.<br />
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Now, Mr. Stick doesn't appear to be very stylish or useful. Unless you are Marley.<br />
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Marley will chase Mr. Stick all over the house. Up the hall. Down the hall. Over the bed. Over the couch. Up the cat tree. Down the cat tree.<br />
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I have a great picture of Mr. Stick (and his handler) playing chase me in the hall but marital bliss forbids me from publishing said picture.<br />
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The problem has arisen that when "the handler" is outside, Mr. Stick goes into hiding and Marley misses him.<br />
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So when the front door opens Marley runs to the door to see if it is the handler. (Please note that when the handler is in the house and the front door opens, Marley could not care less....sigh....)<br />
If the handler comes in Marley loudly informs the handler that Mr. Stick wants to come out of hiding.<br />
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IMMEDIATELY! NOW!! (I think that is what she says...it's weird)<br />
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To alleviate the stress caused by a missing Mr. Stick, the handler has hung Ms. Rope on the cat tree for use in such emergency situations. Marley has not been impressed by this subterfuge.<br />
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If the handler brings out Mr. Stick for a sufficient amount of time, the handler and Marley curl up in front of the tv and watch golf. Marley sleeps. Mostly.<br />
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One thing is VERY clear.<br />
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Marley is Melvin's cat.<br />
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<br />gizzylawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07002319928707299695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761800747336505296.post-2612147875628833402015-09-26T13:37:00.000-07:002015-09-26T13:37:44.186-07:00Saga of the San Pedro Cactus (this may be a bit graphic for some..)This last spring we added to our cactus garden. A tall lithe figure, the San Pedro Cactus added dimension to our design.<br />
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He continued to grown and thrive sending out new and unexpected bumps and spikes. We wisely watched from a safe distance.<br />
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And then one day his gender was confirmed.<br />
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And his prowess grew..... <br />
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We worried about where he might receive relief. And in what manner. Our yard contains no other of his species. <br />
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And then we found out...<br />
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By himself, in the early morning hours, he just exploded! <br />
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And for one brief, shining day, he was glorious!<br />
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Then he began to rapidly fade and shrink. And his color changed. We wondered at the cause of this degradation. It appeared that this portion of his anatomy was suffering from some unknown blight. <br />
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And we realized, to our horror, that San Pedro had used no protection. Without the use of the proper protection, which we could not provide him (because Planned Parenthood isn't funded for San Pedro protection) his appendage was doomed.<br />
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Today it fell off.<br />
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We are horrified at the unmitigated gall that such living creatures are not protected from such ignominious fates.<br />
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May he have a better chance next year. gizzylawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07002319928707299695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761800747336505296.post-37660362805693750272015-08-06T21:05:00.000-07:002015-08-06T21:19:37.524-07:00Trip of a Lifetime- Day 11<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the Ruiz family as we wait to sing</td></tr>
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Our day was to begin at 11am. We would be singing in the Adult Mixed Choir category. We were told that 1) we could change at the venue and 2) that a guide would arrive in time to escort us to the venue. All we knew was the name of the venue. Cenacolo di Sant'Apollonia. No address was given.<br />
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The guide kinda didn't make it. But we made it (Google maps are a life saver). Only to find out that the "changing area" had been given to another choirs as their space. We changed in the bathrooms where the water leaked.<br />
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A change in the program...........<br />
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As it turned out the changing room really never existed. Other choirs had been told to come in uniform. The space was actually used as a staging area for choirs as the entrance to the stage was from that room.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the changing room that became a staging room</td></tr>
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Fourteen choirs were not going to fit in that room. So we and other choirs waited and staged outside. In the heat. Without water. (Until Nancy went to the shop down the street and bought a case of bottled water. Bless her!)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At least there was shade</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ty and his gangsta hat</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">trying to stay less heated</td></tr>
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We had been given a 10 minute "sound check" but there simply was no place to warm up or rehearse. Some of our male singers finished dressing in the open foyer of the venue. But notice the lack of chairs in the foyer. It was air conditioned in there but no place to sit. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Foyer of the venue</td></tr>
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The venue itself was not acoustically built for music. It was small and had what we called "dead air" meaning that sound did not reverberate at all. This makes hearing your fellow singers difficult.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cenacolo di Sant'Apollonia</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The ceiling at the venue</td></tr>
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It was a beautiful place but not built for choral singing. Certainly not for an international competition. (IMHO)<br />
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But sing we did. We thought we had done ok for the first category. We had to stick around for the second category which was to be Sacred Music. So back out to the loggia.<br />
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Then we got a bit of news. Gary had gone in to check the program. He doesn't really know why he did but he noticed that the printed program and the program that the official had were different. The next category to be sung was NOT Sacred Music but Folk Music.<br />
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There had been a change in the program......<br />
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They just didn't tell us.<br />
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If Gary hadn't noticed the change we would have been disqualified!<br />
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To say that Gary was upset would have been a major understatement. But he got us lined up and began a relaxation exercise with us.<br />
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We went in and sang our hearts out. We were all pretty upset as the mindset for each segment of our program is different. But we did well.<br />
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Then it was back to the hotel, a shower, redress and come back for the Sacred Music category at 5 pm.<br />
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By then we were tired, discouraged (by the changes in program), still a bit pissed off (we were really feeling like the red-headed step-child). We lost some of our focus and we thought we had really blown the Sacred Music. Thinking that we had disappointed Gary was the worst feeling in the world.<br />
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But we were on the program for the 7pm concert at Santa Trinita.<br />
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Back to the hotel and a shower. Then back in uniform (it's still wet- yuck!) and a cab to Santa Trinita. We have no idea where this place is in the city and have to trust the cab drivers!<br />
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The church was beautiful, acoustically perfect and HOT! We sat outside at the base of the statute and caught whatever breeze was blowing by.<br />
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When it came our turn to sing Gary had us do "O, Magnum Mysterium". We thought we had really blown it in the Sacred Music competition and we wanted to show the other choirs (and the judges who were present) that we knew our stuff.<br />
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Then Gary surprised us. He directed the first part of the piece and then clasped his hands together. That was our signal to hold hands and close our eyes. Gary climbed the stairs we were on while we sang and stopped behind us. He put his hand on my shoulder and sang with us. We were angels that night. We were one voice. It was magical.<br />
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For me, I never, ever want to forget that feeling. Utter joy. Just as Morton Lauridsen (the composer) had envisioned.<br />
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Melodie, John and I walked back to the hotel. We got lost and found the Ponte Vecchio.<br />
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A perfect end to the day. <br />
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<br />gizzylawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07002319928707299695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761800747336505296.post-69609005374388751642015-08-05T19:10:00.000-07:002015-08-05T19:10:19.165-07:00Trip of a Lifetime -Day 10 addendum<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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I forgot something very important about Day 10. We left the restaurant and walked to our hotel and because it had cooled off a bit we decided to see the Piazza del Duomo. The Duomo is the Cattedrale di Santa Maria del Fiore and it is spectacular! It was being cleaned which is why there is scaffolding in the picture. We walked by it every day and every day I was in awe of the massive beauty of the place. <br />
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We stopped for some espresso and gelato and found a crowd around a wonderful street band playing American pop hits. It was very late but our fellow tenor, Lark who is somewhere in his eighties was out enjoying the music with his best friend Ruth. I just hope I have half his energy when (and if ) I reach his age.<br />
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It was a perfect cap to the day and lifted my spirits.gizzylawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07002319928707299695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761800747336505296.post-50389970467006963422015-08-05T15:49:00.000-07:002015-08-05T15:55:26.000-07:00Trip of a Lifetime- Day 10 Competition<br />
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We FINALLY got some information from the Florence International Choral Festival (aka FICF). We still weren't sure WHERE we would sing but now we knew that we were in the program!. <br />
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We left Genoa earlier than we had originally planned. Seems that Jose the bus driver had to make it from Florence to Rome for his next assignment and he only had so many hours to make it. So, we quickly learned the catch phrase for the rest of our trip----"There is a change in the program!"<br />
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There wasn't a lot of picture taking on this part of the bus trip. Many of us were pulling out our music and working on the little things that make us better.<br />
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After two days of not signing, Gary spots a church steeple and had Jose pull into a small town where we found the church, walked in and started a rehearsal. <br />
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We thought we were in trouble when the priest came in the door. He apparently had been told that a lot of strange people had entered his church and were singing. He tried to get Gary's attention while we were singing. Gary was far too engrossed in the music to see the poor man off to his right.<br />
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After about a minute (we kept singing) the priest walked off and started preparing for an upcoming mass. He finally came back out, got Gary's attention and pointed to his watch. Gary got the hint and we made for the exit. Mass was about to start.<br />
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We were all glad that we got some rehearsal in as we were to sing at the opening ceremony that day. We were looking forward to that ceremony. Each choir at the festival was to sing one song which sounded like fun to us.<br />
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When we got to the hotel we were told to change into our uniforms and a guide from the festival would come and escort us, on foot, to the venue. We were told it was close by. Well, it sorta was.<br />
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Mind you, the Duomo of Florence was less than a block away from our hotel.<br />
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The Piazza della Signoria is a few more blocks away in the opposite direction. Our venue was the Palazza Vecchio that was located in the Piazza. In the heat, it was a bit of a hike. We were drenched an thirsty by the time we got there. Also, half of us had lost sight of our guide when we got to the Piazza. We started looking for anyone wearing the red lanyard with the badge of the festival.<br />
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We finally found a door where there was such a person who motioned us into the building. Which was FULL of tourists. And none of them in our choir uniforms. I am beginning to get a bit anxious when I spot a black tuxedo near the stairs. The third section (that had lost sight of the group I was with) had come in another door and were equally lost.<br />
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Finally, a festival volunteer comes down the stairs and waves us up. We count noses and we are all there. We enter a large room full of frescos with a roped off area that has chairs. Other choirs are sitting down and so we go to do the same. It is then that we find out that we are suppose to be in the waiting area as we are to sing second on the program.<br />
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The waiting area is a hallway with no chairs (no water either), the Estonian choir, us and tourists getting from one area of the museum (that's what it was) to another. It was crowded and very, very hot. The program started at least a half hour late but by that time, I wasn't checking the time. I was trying not to melt completely. The nylon lining of our uniforms was now a skin-tight body suit.<br />
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We finally get on stage to sing. We sound pretty good from my vantage point but the room was not made for music. But that is ok because this is just the warm up for tomorrow's competition.<br />
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We exit the stage and head to some empty seats. Lo and Behold, there are backpacks and music and lots of other personal items on the chairs. The organizers had not anticipated that all the choirs would come to the opening ceremony and had not put out enough chairs. We were told to put the personal items on the floor and sit anyway. Not being stupid, we declined to do so.<br />
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We scattered to whatever available seats we could find only to be told that "you can't sit there" by other festival officials. The choir before us and all those after us kept their seats. We stood.<br />
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It was a very unwelcoming feeling especially after the magic of France.<br />
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We trudged by to the hotel, stripped off our uniforms, jumped in a cool shower, dressed and WALKED to dinner. And that was fun. It was our whole group in one room being a tad loud and enjoying each other after a VERY tough day.<br />
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And in our room was another singing group from the festival. I believe this group of women was also from Estonia but I could very well be wrong. I am sure that they were annoyed with us as our group was over 40 people and they were about 10-12.<br />
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So when it got towards the end of the meal, we, like we do, began singing some of our songs. We started off with Joshua Fit the Battle of Jericho. Yup, it's loud and fast and fun to sing. The women's group applauded and we begged them to sing one of their songs. We didn't know their language but eventually they got the point and sang back to us.<br />
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Their voices were heaven. <br />
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Right behind John (that the only guy at our table. He has a beard....) is one table of the Estonian group. The other table you can just see at the far left of the picture. (above Noah's head). Singing to each other was such a treat.</div>
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And it was goodbye to Marseille. We didn't get a chance to actually visit the city. Two concerts and on to Italy. </div>
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We left early like 8 or 9 am and people were a little cranky. It was still hot (although it was really nice to sleep in air conditioned rooms!) And it looked like a long ride to Genoa.</div>
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THere was beautiful scenery on this part of the trip. The Mediterranean was on our right and we caught glimpses as we traveled by the towns and citys at its edge. That was when we weren't going through tunnels! We saw Cannes and Monaco and all the posh cities. I just can't tell you which was which.<br />
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When we get to Genoa (at least the outskirts) we were greeted by a goat. Ah, the hills are alive and it's really frightening.........(Sorry, couldn't resist)<br />
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And we got off the bus in central Genoa and entered a fairyland hotel. The Hotel Bristol was a welcome site. It quaint lobby and its grand staircase. <br />
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And here is the grand staircase. I never went to the top or took a picture looking down but I was mesmerized by the view from the lobby. WOW!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jessica was just as mesmerized by the staircase!</td></tr>
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We had gotten the schedule for the competition in Florence and many people (including me) reviewed music and even sang on the way to Genoa. Then Gary said-no rehearsals. Six days in a row was enough. We all decided to have sectional rehearsals and fix any tiny things that might be bugging us. The tenors decided to do that on the next day.<br />
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So off to see the city!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A municipal building on the square</td></tr>
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Our exploration was spurred by the desire to find the restaurant that the front desk had told us was good. But Italy doesn't like street signs much and we weren't sure of our directions in the first place. And, just so you know if you every go there---the map doesn't get you anywhere.<br />
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We saw narrow streets full of people and an incredible church. Getting lost is a wonderful way to find out about a city. <br />
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But the kid and I ended up back at the hotel for dinner. And it was grand.<br />
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The next day was scheduled for an optional bus trip to Cinque Terra which is part of the Italian Riviera. The kid and I decided to pass on another bus trip and, instead went shopping.<br />
Just be forewarned. Shopping for close in my current size is difficult, if not impossible, in the central part of an Italian city. I was trying to find an upper body undergarment that would allow me to where the white blouse that I had packed. The only other such item that I had matched our choir uniform (black) and I was not about to make a new fashion statement.<br />
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We kept wandering until we found the gate to Old Genoa. We met a couple from Canada who were trying to make sense of the map. Their comment was that we would get totally lost if we went into the old city.<br />
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So, of course, that is where we went. <br />
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I took a few pictures of the wall and turned around to see ELVIS! In GENOA!<br />
Sitting outside a tavern at the entrance to the old city. Had to take his picture!<br />
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One thing I noticed in Genoa were the flowers on the balconies. In France there were lots of balconies but few plants or flowers on them. Italy seemed to have more. <br />
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There were stores in every nook and cranny. From nail shops to butcher shops. Vegetable shops and fish markets. You name it, there was a shop in the old city. Small and intimate, it was not a touristy place. Probably because the streets were so tiny and people actually lived in the apartments.<br />
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One the way back to the hotel, we found a treasure. This was a museum/church. It was open for worship but also for visiting and taking in all the frescos and statues and paintings. The art was astounding.<br />
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Then it was home to the Hotel Bristol and a good nights sleep before we headed to Florence and the international choral competition that awaited us.<br />
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Our stay in St. Affrique was done. As much as we loved the town and its people we were looking forward to spending the night in a real hotel with real amenities like AIR CONDITIONING! Sleeping in the stifling heat was difficult for many of our group and we all were getting a bit peevish.<br />
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But not one of us would have passed up the villages that we saw or the people that we met. We were all of one mind---don't EVER forget this feeling. Our singing had gotten better and better and we knew that the love of the people in those villages would get us through our upcoming competition in Florence.<br />
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But next on our agenda was a travel day to Marseille. It was hot and getting hotter when we stopped at an Auto Grille for a lunch break. The place was mobbed and we had been told that we didn't have a lot of time. So, off to the WC (first mission, of course) then to battle the lines and the confusing logistics of an overcrowded Auto Grille! And all to the sound of millions of cicadas! It was an amazing sound and it surrounded the place. They were hiding in the trees but I managed to get a picture of one. (The best picture was taken by Dana Fiore) <br />
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Back on the bus. I didn't take any pictures because I was sorta snoozing. We got to our hotel, breathed a sigh of relief that the air conditioning worked, grabbed our uniforms and headed out for the 9pm concert in Marseille.<br />
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And this is when things got interesting. The bus driver got lost and stuck in a corner that he couldn't make.<br />
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Turns out that he had been given directions by his company which is in Spain. And no one there had been to Marseille. The off-highway streets are generally typical European streets. They are narrow. Very narrow. And some, as a result, are one way streets. And some have parking restrictions because they are narrow and one way. And sometimes the locals ignore those restrictions.<br />
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So...we are traveling down a street that comes to an end. The driver must turn left. There is a car parked on our left side that is nosed in very close to the steel pylon that marks the corner. Yes, that pylon is permanently attached to the roadway. There is a matching pylon (or three) on each corner with a vehicle pulled as close as possible to each pylon.<br />
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This arrangement makes it very difficult for a bus to turn a tight corner. And he gets to about a quarters width away from one of the cars before he advises us that he can't make it (expletive deleted).<br />
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So he starts backing up. A bystander begins to help direct him when the bus jolts to a stop. A woman has driven up behind us and won't back up. She tries to park on the side of the bus. The bus driver exits and the next thing I know he is yelling at the woman who is yelling back. I am not sure what languages were being used but I not sure any were needed.<br />
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The upshot was that the woman gave the bus driver her keys and HE parked her car, gave her back the keys, got in the bus and backed up over 3 blocks to the traffic circle where he had turned off. The bystander stopped the traffic in the circle, bus driver backs into the circle and off we go. (the way we came).<br />
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Apparently, the bystander told him how to get to the Basilica St. Barnebe where we were suppose to eat and then sing. I say apparently because we did get there. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Basilica St. Barnebe</td></tr>
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At this point we are still very much in love with the French people. Within a few minutes of our arrival we were still very much in love with the French people of the villages of Averyon. The city was full of city people. Imagine that.<br />
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They finally opened the doors to let us into a dressing area and then herded us to another building for our "dinner". We had to move the tables and chairs out onto the patio. We were given bottled water (a good thing) and a mozzarella and tomato sandwich in a bag. Only one of our gluten-free people got a meal. No one from the festival ate with us. When we were done we had to put the chairs and tables back where they had been.<br />
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It was not a warm, fuzzy moment.<br />
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But the church was grand and there was a large audience. We figured we could wow them, too.<br />
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After the first song we got applause from all but two women who were sitting in the front row. No reaction. Nothing.<br />
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Same with song after song. Until we did "Oh, Magnum Mysterium" One of the women wiped a tear away. But still neither clapped.<br />
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By the end of the concert we really didn't care about the two women as everyone else was responding. Then we sang our last song and they CLAPPED! A LOT! We were told that it was a cultural thing. I am not sure what that was but they sure joined in the standing ovation. I'll take that! <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wine-down and Mary Kaye with her heart</td></tr>
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It was back to the AIR CONDITIONED hotel for a bit of relaxation. We call it wine-down. The rules are very simple. If you have wine, bring it. If you have food, bring it. A lot of Roquefort cheese was eaten on this night. Somebody had to finish it. Right? <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">John grabs some cheese while Victoria and Bob finish some wine...</td></tr>
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Just for full disclosure.... when we got back from Marselle that night and before the wine down began.....I hit the pool. Yeah, it was well after 10 (probably midnight) but I was very hot and I needed a swim. The Kid jumped in after me and it was WONDERFUL. And I must also thank all of my fellow singers who kept me supplied with mineral water. They were incredibly thoughtful. No one made a big deal out of my sobriety which I appreciated more than any of them know.<br />
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The next day took us through another area of Marseille on our way to La Farlede. We actually made a sighting of the Mediterranean Sea! <br />
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And came to a temporary halt in Toulon.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Toulon Harbor</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The girls of Toulon</td></tr>
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We ate and shopped and looked around....<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The boy of Toulon</td></tr>
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And then went for a boat tour of the harbor. The boat had the smallest bathroom I had ever seen. And that includes the bathroom at the "hotel" in St. Affrique! <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Turn in the proper direction BEFORE you close the door!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The boys admiring the aircraft carrier (unless that was a French person sunbathing)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aircraft carrier</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Andy getting rays</td></tr>
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The tour lasted for an hour or so. It seemed a bit longer as it was hot and the guide kept a running commentary on the sites...in French. I don't know what all we saw but it was pretty.<br />
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Our next stop was La Farlede where we were to share the program with a French choir. They turned out to be a local church choir. While they were not use to performing on a stage, when they were off stage they sang like angels.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Choir of La Farlede</td></tr>
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Our performance was a bit different here. The room was an all purpose kind of room with a stage. The stage was small and we couldn't fit everyone up there so we encircled the chairs and sang in the round. The crowd loved us. But we didn't sing the full program.<br />
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So, we stood in the foyer area as the audience was exiting by us. We do this often to thank people for coming. But on this night the audience came out clapping for more songs. So we started up with Joshua Fit the Battle of Jericho. It is one of our favorites because it is so fun to sing. We sang a couple of more before we quit. The audience was incredibly responsive and we really felt welcomed.<br />
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That was followed by dinner. It started with the usual pizza, sliced meats and cheeses etc. We thought it was done when they came out with individual plates of fish with pesto. OMG!!!! I could have eaten three of them. Lots of water and lots of wine.<br />
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And then the singing began. We sang to them and they sang to us and we sang together. It was an amazing night. <br />
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When it was all over they followed us to the bus and loudly wished us well. Incredible. gizzylawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07002319928707299695noreply@blogger.com0