Fashion Slow Lane!

Christmas Eve we got ready for our annual Christmas Eve Concert at the La Jolla Presbyterian church across the street from our former apartment.  My good friend and neighbor, Brit lived a few blocks away.  After the concert we went out to eat and enjoy a glass of wine at Herringbone, an restaurant in La Jolla Village.  Afterwards I thought I would stop by and say hi to my good friend Brit, who lived a few blocks away.   I drove by her place and saw her sitting in the window next to her Christmas tree watching TV.  I texted her. (She is a texting Queen and had and IPHONE 7) She did not respond so I drove around the block, wondering if I should stop by anyway.   My gut said yes.  My daughter and I went to her door. She was delighted to see us.  We chatted for about five minutes and then I wished her a Merry Christmas and made plans to catch up soon. Back story:  She is my good friend for the past 3 years.  I met her in our apartment buil...

For anyone that knows me well, they might have heard me talk about my penpal in The Philippines.  I have a penpal in Southern Davao, The Philippines since I was 12 years old.   We started writing letters back and forth before the Internet when we were young teens.  She lived in a village in Mindanao and I was growing up on a farm in Washington, USA.  Over the next 25 years I went to visit her in the village and meet her family on many occasions.  My last visit was in November 2014, just over a year ago.  It was wonderful to see the family and meet the new grandkid. Last night I was checking my facebook page.   I had a couple of messages which is unusual since I don't normally talk to people that way via facebook. It was an urgent message telling me that my penpals husband, Zaldy had died suddenly.  He died of cardiac arrest and was only in his late 40's.  I have known him since he was a young man.  He married my friend when she was 16 ...

Last weekend I went to see my Grandma Sauvage.   I called her to let her know I was coming the day before.  She lives in an assisted living community in a suburb of Seattle.  Next month she will be 102 years old.   When I went in to see her I noticed her hair was very greasy.  This is what happens when you are 102, taking a shower on your own becomes more of a chore.  I wish the staff at the assisted living place where she lives would say something or help her out more, but I knew my aunt was on her way to visit so maybe she would notice and say something about it. (wishful thinking?)  Its really not my place to say anything since my grandmother has 5 living adult children who look after her.  Overall she is well cared for and smiles a lot.  She said she was blessed and had not pain. I love my grandmother and don't see her as just an older woman who used to make pies.  She was much more than that.  I spent a lot of one on one time...