Sunday Morning....

I saw some of the most interesting women yesterday.

In my experience, when a woman ages, she slowly but surely turns into this little pudge with straying, thinning colorless hair. Maybe she retains enough sparkle to keep a smile and twinkling eyes - but so many just become sallow, melted images of their former selves. Say, about at 70 or so.

Oh, and they end up wearing those shapeless housedresses from the catalogs? The ones in polyester-blend pastel plaids --

Not around here, they don't.

Yesterday I was treated to one of my new jones - beefeater sandwich from Spires - when I noted an interesting tablefull of folks across the way. Spires is a lot like Dennys, in that being an affordable (read=cheap) family restaurant, it attracts a lot of the over-55 crowd, a lot of them with two younger generations in tow. The food is generally what one would expect - waaay too high in fat for regular consumption, generally fried and the salads are iceberg lettuce and wimpy tomatoes drenched in what-have-you.

I think these folks had been regulars long before I was born. They were likely comfortably late 20's when being a hippie was cool in the 60's. The two men looked like well-broken in surfers - complete with ponytails, tans and earrings. But it was the woman who got me. Wish I had a camera. Wish I had a scanner - I'd be able to sketch her in a moment. Teeny. Like, 5' nothing and 60 lbs. teeny. Skin-tight jeans and a goth-velvet tunic top that had angel sleeves with bubble tops, trimmed with ribbons. RED hair. Very nicely done bottle-red, but it was teased out to three times it's normal volume, curled and sprayed - a gilt butterfly clasp was nestled in it artfully. Hmmm, could even have been a wig, but she'd done a job on it - better living through chemistry, but good.

She had a face like a wax doll held too close to the flame. She had lined her eyes so deeply with black, they looked like two burnt holes. I can't place her age - I've seen a large number of 70-year olds who looked younger.

She moved like a dancer. If ever there was a case for plastic surgery to correct one glaring indicator of age, she was it. Yeah, I could be here when I got that old. Cool!

Saw a number of other, older women (don't want to say "little old ladies") yesterday - just as varied, unique and "wow, I won't mind being that when I grow up" --

Just another indication I'm in the right place, methinks.

Went out and bought more stuff - but the buying is definitely drawing to a close as the payoffs for all the work begin. Knew it was coming, but I am glad I bought the two anime cons before the move - be damn hard now.

Suncoast. I feel guilty every time I go in there and buy anything - dunno why. Oh, did anyone else buy the dog? Jim wanted the dog. I bought the dog. I say it's puppy size, but it's the best Ein Corgi $16 will buy. We are such geeks.

Today? Laundry, breakfast and Jim works tonight. More naps.

Last night? The loudest house party I've been exposed to in years - could not even see the source of the noise from here, and thought 10:30 PM was a bit much. Until they stopped precisely at midnight. Oh, so that's how it works here. Very good.

The painting has begun at the house - and it is good. Very, very good.

Sunday Morning....

I saw some of the most interesting women yesterday.

In my experience, when a woman ages, she slowly but surely turns into this little pudge with straying, thinning colorless hair. Maybe she retains enough sparkle to keep a smile and twinkling eyes - but so many just become sallow, melted images of their former selves. Say, about at 70 or so.

Oh, and they end up wearing those shapeless housedresses from the catalogs? The ones in polyester-blend pastel plaids --

Not around here, they don't.

Yesterday I was treated to one of my new jones - beefeater sandwich from Spires - when I noted an interesting tablefull of folks across the way. Spires is a lot like Dennys, in that being an affordable (read=cheap) family restaurant, it attracts a lot of the over-55 crowd, a lot of them with two younger generations in tow. The food is generally what one would expect - waaay too high in fat for regular consumption, generally fried and the salads are iceberg lettuce and wimpy tomatoes drenched in what-have-you.

I think these folks had been regulars long before I was born. They were likely comfortably late 20's when being a hippie was cool in the 60's. The two men looked like well-broken in surfers - complete with ponytails, tans and earrings. But it was the woman who got me. Wish I had a camera. Wish I had a scanner - I'd be able to sketch her in a moment. Teeny. Like, 5' nothing and 60 lbs. teeny. Skin-tight jeans and a goth-velvet tunic top that had angel sleeves with bubble tops, trimmed with ribbons. RED hair. Very nicely done bottle-red, but it was teased out to three times it's normal volume, curled and sprayed - a gilt butterfly clasp was nestled in it artfully. Hmmm, could even have been a wig, but she'd done a job on it - better living through chemistry, but good.

She had a face like a wax doll held too close to the flame. She had lined her eyes so deeply with black, they looked like two burnt holes. I can't place her age - I've seen a large number of 70-year olds who looked younger.

She moved like a dancer. If ever there was a case for plastic surgery to correct one glaring indicator of age, she was it. Yeah, I could be here when I got that old. Cool!

Saw a number of other, older women (don't want to say "little old ladies") yesterday - just as varied, unique and "wow, I won't mind being that when I grow up" --

Just another indication I'm in the right place, methinks.

Went out and bought more stuff - but the buying is definitely drawing to a close as the payoffs for all the work begin. Knew it was coming, but I am glad I bought the two anime cons before the move - be damn hard now.

Suncoast. I feel guilty every time I go in there and buy anything - dunno why. Oh, did anyone else buy the dog? Jim wanted the dog. I bought the dog. I say it's puppy size, but it's the best Ein Corgi $16 will buy. We are such geeks.

Today? Laundry, breakfast and Jim works tonight. More naps.

Last night? The loudest house party I've been exposed to in years - could not even see the source of the noise from here, and thought 10:30 PM was a bit much. Until they stopped precisely at midnight. Oh, so that's how it works here. Very good.

The painting has begun at the house - and it is good. Very, very good.

Sunday Morning....

I saw some of the most interesting women yesterday.

In my experience, when a woman ages, she slowly but surely turns into this little pudge with straying, thinning colorless hair. Maybe she retains enough sparkle to keep a smile and twinkling eyes - but so many just become sallow, melted images of their former selves. Say, about at 70 or so.

Oh, and they end up wearing those shapeless housedresses from the catalogs? The ones in polyester-blend pastel plaids --

Not around here, they don't.

Yesterday I was treated to one of my new jones - beefeater sandwich from Spires - when I noted an interesting tablefull of folks across the way. Spires is a lot like Dennys, in that being an affordable (read=cheap) family restaurant, it attracts a lot of the over-55 crowd, a lot of them with two younger generations in tow. The food is generally what one would expect - waaay too high in fat for regular consumption, generally fried and the salads are iceberg lettuce and wimpy tomatoes drenched in what-have-you.

I think these folks had been regulars long before I was born. They were likely comfortably late 20's when being a hippie was cool in the 60's. The two men looked like well-broken in surfers - complete with ponytails, tans and earrings. But it was the woman who got me. Wish I had a camera. Wish I had a scanner - I'd be able to sketch her in a moment. Teeny. Like, 5' nothing and 60 lbs. teeny. Skin-tight jeans and a goth-velvet tunic top that had angel sleeves with bubble tops, trimmed with ribbons. RED hair. Very nicely done bottle-red, but it was teased out to three times it's normal volume, curled and sprayed - a gilt butterfly clasp was nestled in it artfully. Hmmm, could even have been a wig, but she'd done a job on it - better living through chemistry, but good.

She had a face like a wax doll held too close to the flame. She had lined her eyes so deeply with black, they looked like two burnt holes. I can't place her age - I've seen a large number of 70-year olds who looked younger.

She moved like a dancer. If ever there was a case for plastic surgery to correct one glaring indicator of age, she was it. Yeah, I could be here when I got that old. Cool!

Saw a number of other, older women (don't want to say "little old ladies") yesterday - just as varied, unique and "wow, I won't mind being that when I grow up" --

Just another indication I'm in the right place, methinks.

Went out and bought more stuff - but the buying is definitely drawing to a close as the payoffs for all the work begin. Knew it was coming, but I am glad I bought the two anime cons before the move - be damn hard now.

Suncoast. I feel guilty every time I go in there and buy anything - dunno why. Oh, did anyone else buy the dog? Jim wanted the dog. I bought the dog. I say it's puppy size, but it's the best Ein Corgi $16 will buy. We are such geeks.

Today? Laundry, breakfast and Jim works tonight. More naps.

Last night? The loudest house party I've been exposed to in years - could not even see the source of the noise from here, and thought 10:30 PM was a bit much. Until they stopped precisely at midnight. Oh, so that's how it works here. Very good.

The painting has begun at the house - and it is good. Very, very good.

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What, fluff again?

If you check my profile, the view from the Hermosa Beach web cam appears there - it's only about 15 minutes from the house and is a good thumbprint of what my day is looking like.

But wait - they're building bleachers and a whole lotta support infrastructure down on the beach, including paramedic units. Hmm. Didn't know about any surfing contests or the like - hmmm.



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What, fluff again?

If you check my profile, the view from the Hermosa Beach web cam appears there - it's only about 15 minutes from the house and is a good thumbprint of what my day is looking like.

But wait - they're building bleachers and a whole lotta support infrastructure down on the beach, including paramedic units. Hmm. Didn't know about any surfing contests or the like - hmmm.



(Love the graphics on this quiz....)

What, fluff again?

If you check my profile, the view from the Hermosa Beach web cam appears there - it's only about 15 minutes from the house and is a good thumbprint of what my day is looking like.

But wait - they're building bleachers and a whole lotta support infrastructure down on the beach, including paramedic units. Hmm. Didn't know about any surfing contests or the like - hmmm.



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...right place right place right place....

So I took Mark Hartman out to dinner at the Alpine Inn tonight.

He's the one who masterminded the telecom wiring in the house, and I needed to reimburse him for materials - not to mention throw some cash at him and his buddies for the time they put in doing the work.

I really had no idea what the Alpine Inn at Alpine Village had on tap for tonight, outside of traditional German food.

Turns out they had live music. And dancing. No, it wasn't a rave.

Accordians. Yup. Polka. And some classic ballroom stuff.

Nobody dancing was under 65, I'd bet my shorts on it.

And most of them were damn good. One couple, I'd place in their 70's - slender, willowy, must have taught ballroom for decades, elegant...OH. They were wonderful to watch.

silverkun - you haven't lived until you've seen Asians in lederhosen doing polka. And having the time of their aged lives. Stepping outside, I overheard the the male of the ballroom couple talking about his trip to Japan and how much he was telling his friends to "go! Go, I tell you! It's wonderful...."

German music, german food...Japanese (I'd wager some Pinoy couples too), Mexican, and the staple white bread folks - and I can't tell you how glad I was when I saw at least one pair of women doing some damn fine polka with each other. Everyone having a good time - old home week.

I'm from Hemet - I grew up on old folks. But this synergy between cultures was new - and unexpected in the age group. There's hope, I tell ya. Twenty-somethings may rule popular culture and fashion, but seventy-somethings rule the world -

I had the venison for dinner. Yup, I ate Bambi. He was delish.

I'm in such the right place.

...right place right place right place....

So I took Mark Hartman out to dinner at the Alpine Inn tonight.

He's the one who masterminded the telecom wiring in the house, and I needed to reimburse him for materials - not to mention throw some cash at him and his buddies for the time they put in doing the work.

I really had no idea what the Alpine Inn at Alpine Village had on tap for tonight, outside of traditional German food.

Turns out they had live music. And dancing. No, it wasn't a rave.

Accordians. Yup. Polka. And some classic ballroom stuff.

Nobody dancing was under 65, I'd bet my shorts on it.

And most of them were damn good. One couple, I'd place in their 70's - slender, willowy, must have taught ballroom for decades, elegant...OH. They were wonderful to watch.

silverkun - you haven't lived until you've seen Asians in lederhosen doing polka. And having the time of their aged lives. Stepping outside, I overheard the the male of the ballroom couple talking about his trip to Japan and how much he was telling his friends to "go! Go, I tell you! It's wonderful...."

German music, german food...Japanese (I'd wager some Pinoy couples too), Mexican, and the staple white bread folks - and I can't tell you how glad I was when I saw at least one pair of women doing some damn fine polka with each other. Everyone having a good time - old home week.

I'm from Hemet - I grew up on old folks. But this synergy between cultures was new - and unexpected in the age group. There's hope, I tell ya. Twenty-somethings may rule popular culture and fashion, but seventy-somethings rule the world -

I had the venison for dinner. Yup, I ate Bambi. He was delish.

I'm in such the right place.

...right place right place right place....

So I took Mark Hartman out to dinner at the Alpine Inn tonight.

He's the one who masterminded the telecom wiring in the house, and I needed to reimburse him for materials - not to mention throw some cash at him and his buddies for the time they put in doing the work.

I really had no idea what the Alpine Inn at Alpine Village had on tap for tonight, outside of traditional German food.

Turns out they had live music. And dancing. No, it wasn't a rave.

Accordians. Yup. Polka. And some classic ballroom stuff.

Nobody dancing was under 65, I'd bet my shorts on it.

And most of them were damn good. One couple, I'd place in their 70's - slender, willowy, must have taught ballroom for decades, elegant...OH. They were wonderful to watch.

silverkun - you haven't lived until you've seen Asians in lederhosen doing polka. And having the time of their aged lives. Stepping outside, I overheard the the male of the ballroom couple talking about his trip to Japan and how much he was telling his friends to "go! Go, I tell you! It's wonderful...."

German music, german food...Japanese (I'd wager some Pinoy couples too), Mexican, and the staple white bread folks - and I can't tell you how glad I was when I saw at least one pair of women doing some damn fine polka with each other. Everyone having a good time - old home week.

I'm from Hemet - I grew up on old folks. But this synergy between cultures was new - and unexpected in the age group. There's hope, I tell ya. Twenty-somethings may rule popular culture and fashion, but seventy-somethings rule the world -

I had the venison for dinner. Yup, I ate Bambi. He was delish.

I'm in such the right place.