Friday, June 7, 2019

In Memoriam

I haven't been here for awhile.  Life has dished out some road bumps, there have been a few dramas and two deaths in less than six months.  I just didn't have it in me.
I knew when I could listen to music again that life was coming back, a little at a time.
I lost my 38 year old son on September 24, 2018 from diabetes complications and I lost my wonderful and loving father-in-law March 13, 2019.  Rest in peace my family.  

Intelligent Dishwashers...NOT People

I haven't been here for awhile. A few life dramas and a couple of deaths left me sort of empty for awhile.
When I was able to listen to music again, that's when I knew I was coming back.  

Last week we got a new dishwasher installed and I am getting used to the fact that when you purchase ANYTHING new now, it comes with an encyclopedia of warnings and instructions. Do you KNOW why I'm not an airline pilot???
Today I decided to go rogue and R-E-A-D instructions. Oh. My. Kanobi. First warning says; "RISK OF EXPLOSION". wth?????
"Under certain conditions. hydrogen gas may be produced in a hot water system that has not been used for two weeks or more. Hydrogen gas is explosive. Before using a dishwasher that is connected to a hot water system that has been unused for two weeks or longer, turn on all hot water faucets and let the water flow from each for SEVERAL MINUTES. This will release any accumulated hydrogen gas. As the gas is explosive, do not smoke or use and open flame during this time."
Well...who knew??

Some of the comments after I posted my new purchase. ;)

    D: Does the dishwasher make sandwiches too?

  • Janie Thompson
    Janie Thompson No Dan, we got the cheaper model, lol! I don't care for all the metallic looking ones so we got...oh no...a WHITE one! And the guy said it was noisy. Guess he never heard my OLD one, sometimes thought it was in it's death throes!
  • Janie Thompson
    Janie Thompson This new one is like a Prius. Can't hear it running at all. Again, guess the old one (which was 17 years old and still running okay) came with a club and hair all over it.

Friday, March 16, 2018

Friday, August 18, 2017

Another  funny starring Hubby and Pooh:

Hubby leaves the house early to go fishing, says "I'll leave the tv on for ya" since I can't tell between the four remotes which one does what. I get up several hours later TV on. I managed to finally turn on the telly and sent a photo to prove it. Hubby's response was, "Where is the fire??". I said, "No didn't leave it on....I figured it out!"

Sunday, July 23, 2017

The Saga of Spaz

I suppose this is a story that will have more than one tale..or even 'tail'. 

Yesterday I posted that Spaz, a juvenile squirrel that is the epitome of teenage varmintdom, was attacking one of our solar lights.  First he kept trying to dismantle the actual ball from the stake, since he couldn't get a good grip on that, he went after the solar battery pack.  Today, he managed to behead his solar nemesis and then continued to gnaw and ravage the silent enemy. I removed the poor victim, returned to the scene of the crime and literally peppered the area with lemon pepper and garlic...since he was in such a rage he tore up the nearby vegetation. Hey, I'm all about living with each other but this rodent has gone beyond 'nature'. Tune in...

Saturday, July 22, 2017

Doggone Squirrels

We have these little solar lights around the yard and they have NEVER bothered anyone. Until today. Apparently one of the new generation of squirrels took a liking or dislike to the solar panel and TOOK IT APART!! We have watched this particular party circling the ball, pulling on the stake and just general sniffing all day. Only minutes ago did we see him chewing on a black disc... good grief, Charlie Brown, what is WRONG with you???
In retrospect, I've noticed one particular juvenile since April or so who is rather, well...squirrely!  Or Spaz as I call him.  I'm not sure if this youngster is right in the head or seriously has a nut a little off balance.  He chases all the other squirrels off, acts like a bully and is very demanding when he sees us sitting on the front deck; squeaks and beats his front feet on the ground.
But this focus on the light all day is a curiosity indeed.

Friday, April 1, 2016

Summer Jobs in the California Suburbs...50 Years Ago.

When I was a kid, 'bout 10 or so, we lived in a 'normal' suburb, 30+ miles east of San Francisco. Not much wild life left in those areas, maybe an occasional lizard or snake, but few and far between. My job was to go out at first dark with dads' HUGE flashlight and go STOMP on snails. I guess I was cheaper than snail bait. I can't remember if I got an allowance for that or not, but I hated the crunching sounds AND the slime. One night I was out there, doing my California Girl thing, stomping on those otherwise French delicacies. I would swing that baseball bat-sized flashlight (I am sure it was a relic from WW2) to find any strays. One night, that huge beam landed on a pair of beady black eyes, attached to a giant...SOMETHING. "DAAAAAADDD!!!! THERE'S A GIANT RAT OUTSIDE!!!" Of course, the ADULT is thinking, "Wha?? We don't have giant rats here. Crazy kid." Out the front door walks dad with that look, you know the one, "Yeahrightshowme" look. So. I did. I swung that 13kabillion watt beam over to that creature and sure enough, "SEE DAD??? A GIANT RAT!!" "Oh my gosh, Janie, that's not a rat, that's an opossum!!" " What the heck is a wild animal doing in our front yard??" Well, seems that there was a 'wild' park area (actually an old ranch) about 2 miles from our house, it used to be called The Horseman's Association, for those local folks who wanted to keep their horses close, a rodeo here and there and people who wanted to ride. On this ranch, a creek ran through it, the one that went by Hillcrest Elementary School. It was wild down there in that creek; overgrown trees and bushes so thick you got lost in 5 seconds. Birds flitted all over and snakes and mice and rabbits and who knows what else lived in there. And it was the place your parents told you NEVER. EVER. EVER. GO THERE ALONE.
One day came when the ranch was sold and the surrounding area was turned into a city park. All the trees and bushes were chopped down and removed, rolling green grass laid down and picnic tables dotted throughout. I don't recall if they left the stream alone. But, the animals had to go somewhere and so they roamed and wandered for 4 to 40 days and nights. And sometimes, they would sneak out from behind a house, late at night when a young girl was doing her garden Stomping Chore, and scare the beejeebers out of her.