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Target...

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...not the store.


I'm talking about my car (which is kept in the driveway), is a target for bird poop.

About three weeks ago, I decided I'd wash the car...myself. I hadn't done that for a long time. Instead, I take the CADEAU to the carwash. They do a good enough job at the carwash. But I feel I do a much better job, myself.

I hauled all the stuff from under the back porch cabinet:
-a shop vac and the associated attachments
-a big white (paint-style) bucket
-the pink car shampoo
-the reusable microfiber blue square cloths
-the wet/dry towels (those are the ones that dry completely stiff)
-the wiper cleaner
-the wiper fluid

And I used all of it. The CADEAU looked great!

Then I put the car cover on. And I put some bricks on the cover so it wouldn't blow off.

And yes, the wind blew like stink. And the cover was completely off, blown against the gate. 

Another "oh, well" moment.

live richly, marilyn





Mental meltdowns.

I'm a creature of habit. No, not the burger joint..although they a great.

I bought a new camera...I mean a new phone...I mean a new cell phone (that comes with a camera and duh, yes, I've had iPhones with cameras ever since I got my first iPhone).

I went to the local ATT store. ATT is my provider. Actually, I provide $$ to them, so they can stay in biz. For the last 3 months, I've received text messages from them that I've exceeded my 'data' allocation. ATT has been adding a fee, so I can have more data.

Honestly, I don't even know what data is. I mean I know what gasoline is...it runs my car (no, I don't have a Tesla). But I don't know what makes "gas" gas!

At the same time, I also decided to try the new Gmail...apparently, it has some upgrades. 'They' call them upgrades. I call them totally confusing.

These two events lead to mental meltdowns.

It should be simple to get a new phone. It is not. 

I need to find out what's goin…

I'm sorry...so, so sorry.

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I get it. If we've lost trust with somebody or a bunch of somebodies, we need to apologize to those with whom we've lost trust.

But now, apologies are a 'trending' topic.

Wells Fargo...Uber...Facebook...

What the heck?

NOW Wells Fargo is saying"we" lost our way. If I was the head of Wells Fargo I'd fire myself, and all the others 'on my team' who followed my lead into disaster.

NOW Uber is saying they won't hire drivers who offer sexual harassment under the guise of casual conversation.

I wrote about this last summer...but it wasn't about sexual harassment. I shared a ride with a dude, and the driver talked about guns..the kind that kill people and the type of guns he owns. I thought...this maniac is driving me to my house? I should stop and get out..and hike the rest of the way home. This is a very good reason to have a driver NOT stop at your home. Get picked up at the apartment across the street, and get dropped off at another person's…

Women Over 50

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KEEP GOING WARRIORS! A big win tonight for the team! 



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I was looking through my online notes regarding my blog posts. I'm sure I used this gem before...but it's written by Andy Rooney, of CBS 60 Minutes, not by me. 

He said it best.

From Andy Rooney:

As I grow in age, I value women who are over 50 most of all. Here are just a few reasons why:

* A woman over 50 will not lay next to you in bed and ask, "What are you thinking?" She doesn't care what you think.

* If a woman over 50 doesn't want to watch the game, she doesn't sit around whining about it. She does something she wants to do. And, it's usually something more interesting.

* A woman over 50 knows herself well enough to be assured in who she is, what she is, what she wants and from whom. Few women past the age of 50 give a damn what you might think about her or what she's doing.

* Women over 50 are dignified. They seldom have a screaming match with you at the…

Harry and Meghan

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I stayed in bed last Saturday early morning.

The Royal Wedding went on as scheduled without me.

But I did record it! That way I could zoom through the commercials and rush through the parts that didn't interest me.

I've continued to think about certain words/feelings that the ceremony awoke in me:

*Bride and groom actually looked at each other and spoke quietly to each other. And they looked at the guests as they were walking down the aisle.

*Bishop Michael Currey - incredible! He preached like he was a Southern Baptist! The message was all about love...day to day love. None of the formality for him!

*Their ability (clearly not their goal) to make me want to watch the whole thing.

I got the sense that they wanted to get out and make an impact on the world...not overnight, but for the rest of their lives.

Oh...and the hats. It reminded me of the Kentucky Derby. Oh well.

live richly, marilyn

Take inventory....A picture worth a thousand words.

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Take an inventory of what you have in your:

house...loft...condo...townhouse...shed...storage unit...garage...workshop...office...shop
This past week, I took my own advice.

The last time I did an inventory was in 2010.

Actually, I told myself I needed to do a new inventory of my stuff once I started reading articles about insurance companies, (specifically State Farm) and how they wouldn't pay out full value (minus depreciation) for stuff that the owners thought was insured. The state of CA has stepped in and is working with them to be sure they will cover what has been decimated.

http://www.pressdemocrat.com/news/7792666-181/state-presses-insurers-to-waive?sba=AAS

And since I've been on a 'look at it, then toss it' binge since the beginning of the year, things have changed a bit around here.

Nobody (well, I think a few are out there) expects the worst to happen. But certainly in this past year, where fires were raging up and down California, wiping out portions of citi…

Well done.

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This is not a post about doing something good or great.

Just over 2 weeks ago, daughter Sutter came from New Zealand for a visit. I was actually the shuttle driver to SFO and OAK airports for her, either early in the mornings or very late at nights. Oh well.

Trying to please her kind of makes me nervous. It drives her nuts when I say 'I don't know.' Oh well.

Before she showed up, I was heating up some bacon. No, not cooking the bacon. Heating up the bacon. I usually fry a pound of bacon all at once, and then I put it into a plastic container.

Doing it that way, I can heat up a couple of slices of the bacon in the microwave. And I only smell up the house once, instead of several times.

So that was my plan: set the timer to 20 seconds, and the power to 70%.  Then I lugged some laundry down to the washer. Then I heard the smoke alarm.

As I made my way upstairs, getting closer to the kitchen, the alarm stopped. But it was quite smokey. No, it was very smokey.

OMG I had set the…