I left a lot out last week and, for that, you might be thankful. There’s the retirement lunch that almost wasn’t and I’m getting routinely slaughtered at Wordscraper. DD and I had our visit. Twinkle has a new pastime. That came about because of the bag of old peanuts I hung on the deck railing.
A long time ago, I bought a bag of raw peanuts thinking they would be a nice addition to my raw food diet. Well, I was wrong. After eating a few of them, I knew they would be tastier if they were “parched”, as my mother-in-law would fix them. I always loved boiled peanuts, too, but that was out. The Internet is full of warnings about peanuts being contaminated with aflatoxin. That did it for me. I hung the peanuts out for an animal to find—one that didn’t surf the world wide web. Week before this last one, I drove up to the house and, out of the corner of my eye, I saw something move. It was a squirrel. It had torn a hole in the bag and was busily stuffing its face with peanuts.
From the vantage point of the car, I watched the squirrel. It was oblivious to anything other than the tasty treat it was enjoying. Then I moved just a little bit. It froze in place. Not a muscle moved and it would have looked like a statue (kind of like the one in The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe) except for one thing. Its tail was constantly lashing around. Since I was being very still, it finally forgot about me and went back to it’s gorging. A few minutes later, I knew I was going to HAVE to go in the house so I eased the car door open and it dashed away. It took a few days for Twinkle to discover the visitor but now she likes to sit on the corner of my waterbed and watch it out the window. I don’t bother her when she’s concentrating what with her hissing and screaming history.
Sunday was my shopping day. I got everything I needed and more. My ex-produce guy had told me to look him up in the automotive department so I did. He was very busy at the time so we didn’t talk long. Something he didn’t mention was there is a new produce guy. He’s probably 10 years older than I am. Doesn’t bode well for my hoped-for retirement.
The navel oranges are especially good this year. I’d seen on Facebook that the Ciruli Brothers Champagne Mangoes season has started so I went to the Wally World website and put in a request via email that they should look into stocking them.
DD and I had our weekly visit. She was pretty wrung out. There’s a project she’s been working on, putting in 14 hour days. Before you think she’s getting rich, let me tell you she’s on salary. I know she and merm both will be happy for it to be over and done.
Monday, I was sitting at my desk, busily working away when the phone rang. The man on the other end of the line identified himself as the manager of the Wal*Mart I frequent. The email had been forwarded to him. He took all the information I could give him and said he would try his best to get the mangoes in. I was impressed. Now, how many times has that happened to you? While he was on the line, I expressed my appreciation for the wild blueberries they are stocking again. I may not see Champagne Mangoes the next time I go to shop but I’ll, at least, know I tried and I got a response.
Tuesday through Thursday was spent hoping against hope the red tape for the new hire would be completed and she could go to orientation on Monday. I emailed the person responsible and found either I or the new victim was supposed to notify her that the requirements on our end were completed. I didn’t know that so I hadn’t passed that bit of information on. Orientation is twice a month but training is only once a month. The next orientation is March 14 and training is the 21st. The online training has to be done next which will take a full day. That would leave three days to get familiar with the processes in the office and that’s less than one third of the minimum time and one fifth of the time I want someone to have. Upshot is, pray as I might, the Lord answered with, “Wait.” I didn’t WANNA wait! I wanted it to happen yesterday but it didn’t. It was agreed she will go to orientation on the 14th, do her online training on the 15th and start working in the office on the 16th. She will have a MONTH in the office before training in April so she should pass the test with flying colors.
A week ago today, the oldest member of our church passed to his rest. I don’t get to sit and observe funerals and memorials very much and this time was no exception. One of the ladies in the church was supposed to sing two songs, “Swing Low, Sweet Chariot” and “When the Roll Is Called Up Yonder”. She was dreading the second one because it isn’t easy to sing as a solo. Another problem was that both the songs were too high for her range. We got together at the church Thursday after I got off work. I had agreed to transpose the songs and did a job that would have made my mother proud. (She could transpose just about anything on the spur of the moment. I have to practice.)
Next morning (yesterday), the singer called me and was barely croaking. She couldn’t sing. She’d prevailed upon her nephew-in-law to do it in her place. WE went to the church and practiced before the funeral. He was electing to sing “Swing Low” a capella and I would accompany him for the other song, playing in the transposed key.
At the funeral home, I was shown into the little room where the piano lives. I’d been back there before but it had been a long time ago. I sat on the piano bench and the nephew perched on a high stool. There are louvered slats of wood that allows people to see in if they are sitting at the right angle. I tried to hide behind the flower arrangement that was right outside in the chapel.
The nephew indicated that he would be going to out to stand behind the podium for the first song and that’s what he did. He wrung every bit of emotion he could out of the chorus and two verses and came back in. When it came time for the second song, I thought he was going to be staying with the piano so when he stood up, thinking he was ready to sing, I launched into the intro. He dashed out the door and, I guess, got to the podium in time. I couldn’t see. Neither could I hear him very well over the piano (which is sadly out of tune) so I don’t know if I played loudly enough or if I drowned him out. At any rate, we both lived through it. It would have been nice if we could have practiced.
Today, I got put on the spot again. The soloist who was singing for church came over and asked me to play the organ for her to sing. She was doing “Under His Wings” and had asked one of the ladies to play the piano, as well. I asked her if the lady knew I would be playing, too. Well, no. I advised her to tell her before it happened. I also told her to pick one of us for the introduction. All in all, it turned out as well as it could under the circumstances.
When I got home from church, it was so nice out that I couldn’t stay inside. I changed clothes and went out to sit in the sun for 15 minutes. I feel I may have overdone it.
Thursday morning, I finished up the island with Walk It Out!. My total stats are:
I’ve started over with a different ID. I’m going about it a little differently this time that makes finding all the parts of the rainbow easier. At least, for now. When I open up more of the island, it will get harder. I’ve walked with the new me three times now and the island looks so desolate compared to the completed one.
Tomorrow is my “at home” day I try to have at least every two weeks. Praise the Lord!
My bedtime has been consistently before 9 p.m. I’m not going to make it tonight. So…that’s all, folks!