Another thing that I really love about California is that during certain times of the year Mother Nature tends to "tuck us in".
The "marine layer" is like this huge bank of dense clouds that cover the coastal area. At night you can see it rolling in, covering the land east of the beaches like a blanket. Then, in the morning, it rolls back out. You can often see it sitting out there during the day, waiting to come back to the east. It is comforting, reliable, cooling.
Sunday, May 14, 2006
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Horrible People trying to hurt My Prius!
The Condos where I own a 2/2 have the most ridiculous HOA and maintenance people ever known to man. This one guy, Bill Hayes or Hanes, is so lazy that he will drive his Explorer from point A to point B, even if it is 10-20ft. He did that today with the back of his Exploder open. I am driving in behind him when I suddenly hear a horrid explosion (unbelievable as it may sound, my mother could not hear this sound). I am appalled and wondering if something has happened to my beautiful Prius but as I continue forward I can see a spray of white something all over the pavement behind me.
BH goes to pick up the shattered can, I realize what has happened. He does not even look at me or apologize. I get my mom out of the car and into the house, grabbing my camera on the way back out. I can see that there is paint on the tire and the wheel. I think this is it. When I get to work my friends go and look at the car. There is paint all over the back bumper, the back rear door and rear quarter panel. It is devastating. I realize that this is more than talking to Property Management. Insurance will be involved, time will be required to deal with this idiot's incompetancy.
BH goes to pick up the shattered can, I realize what has happened. He does not even look at me or apologize. I get my mom out of the car and into the house, grabbing my camera on the way back out. I can see that there is paint on the tire and the wheel. I think this is it. When I get to work my friends go and look at the car. There is paint all over the back bumper, the back rear door and rear quarter panel. It is devastating. I realize that this is more than talking to Property Management. Insurance will be involved, time will be required to deal with this idiot's incompetancy.
Monday, May 08, 2006
Frustration
My elderly mother lives with me and I truly believe that she sometimes hatches schemes designed to send me to the grave before her.
She like to leave everything to the last minute and then I am expected to jump and run about. If you are going by the store I need X. Now, it is not as though I have not told her unlimited times that I would prefer a shorter list more often but she waits till there are dozens of things and at least one or two are a "dire" need.
The most recent is her shower. Apparently, on Friday morning, it started leaking somewhere near the top resulting in a different type of bathing for her. She does mention this late Friday. All weekend I am just doing little things but she doesn't bother to mention this to me again until 10p on Monday night. I told her I was not about to get wet at 10p. She appeared "put off" and I quickly put the responsibility back in her lap. I told her specifically that she might want to mention it earlier in the day.
My mother truly believes that she is the high priestess, the princess of all. I am apparently her lackey and should recall and attend to her needs without more than one mention. One should at this time be aware of the fact that I have a full time job, a full life, am trying to learn Italian and cook and clean not only for myself and the dog but for my mother.
She is most likely to throw this type of stuff about when I have been very good to her. I made her Lamb Chops this weekend after my nephew failed to carry through on his promise to bring some to her. I made a appoinment to get her teeth repaired. She has some wonderful meals put up for the week. But there is that need to remind me that I am not capable of meeting her needs, that I am lacking.
I pray that this is not some sort of functional aging issue and that I will not drive my daughter to distraction when (if) I manage to outlive my mother and become an old lady myself. Surely I do not walk in those shoes.
Battle Axe!
She like to leave everything to the last minute and then I am expected to jump and run about. If you are going by the store I need X. Now, it is not as though I have not told her unlimited times that I would prefer a shorter list more often but she waits till there are dozens of things and at least one or two are a "dire" need.
The most recent is her shower. Apparently, on Friday morning, it started leaking somewhere near the top resulting in a different type of bathing for her. She does mention this late Friday. All weekend I am just doing little things but she doesn't bother to mention this to me again until 10p on Monday night. I told her I was not about to get wet at 10p. She appeared "put off" and I quickly put the responsibility back in her lap. I told her specifically that she might want to mention it earlier in the day.
My mother truly believes that she is the high priestess, the princess of all. I am apparently her lackey and should recall and attend to her needs without more than one mention. One should at this time be aware of the fact that I have a full time job, a full life, am trying to learn Italian and cook and clean not only for myself and the dog but for my mother.
She is most likely to throw this type of stuff about when I have been very good to her. I made her Lamb Chops this weekend after my nephew failed to carry through on his promise to bring some to her. I made a appoinment to get her teeth repaired. She has some wonderful meals put up for the week. But there is that need to remind me that I am not capable of meeting her needs, that I am lacking.
I pray that this is not some sort of functional aging issue and that I will not drive my daughter to distraction when (if) I manage to outlive my mother and become an old lady myself. Surely I do not walk in those shoes.
Battle Axe!
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Prius Smugness??
I really disagree that we are a smug bunch. We are simply not as stressed as some but these ever increasing gas prices. On Monday $3.18, Tuesday $3.23, Wednesday $3.28, Thursday $3.34.
My favorite game is "What if..". What if I still had the Sport Trac? Today I needed 5.8 for $19.50. That was for 260 miles (44.8 mpg). The Sport Trac got 14mpg...it would have cost me $62 for this same mileage!!!
OK, so it is a little difficult to not be proud of the little rebel..but is that smug??
And if gas mileage was not enough, just look at the cargo space, Smart Key, Regen Braking, smooth acceleration, cockpit design..... We have reason to be smug, so there!!!
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