Early Friday morning project

Friday was an early morning so we needed an alarm set to get us out of bed.

We have gotten lazy about getting up in the mornings during the winter–it’s cold, it’s dark, no pressing early-morning engagements. Or so it goes most mornings. Some, like this one at the end of the week, required I be out of the house by 8:30. I was driving across town to help with packing food for a drive-by food giveaway tomorrow morning, which would happen even earlier.

Another Presbyterian church in town is involved in this endeavor of feeding the hungry. People in need line up starting the night before for the 7:30, once a month, Saturday morning, food distribution. That part is carried out in the church parking lot, under the solar canopy-covered spaces. The line starts blocks away and wends its way through the streets to the large lot. The actual giveaway is planned in military fashion–early, precise and exacting, no matter the weather. It’s beyond me.

However, the food packing is something I can handle. The food is brought in on Thursday, delivered by the local food bank, on large wooden pallets.

Much of the food is canned, or packaged, USDA surplus, provided at highly reduced rates to the food bank. The church often uses extra cash to buy eggs, milk, and meat, items the food bank does not carry.

I pack the items into grocery bags in what is called the USDA room where the canned and packaged goods are delivered. It is a monumental effort. About 20 of us there this morning to do the packing. A few small children who helped with breaking up the cardboard boxes and corralling the large amounts of plastic wrap.

Today’s packages consisted of canned green beans, canned black beans, canned tomatoes, canned peaches, pears, apricots.These are excess food commodities the USDA buys from farmers to keep prices stable. There were also boxes of dried pasta, raisins, jars of peanut butter.

I packed bags of items for awhile, sort of an assembly line production. Then I helped open bags for more packing. I helped refresh the packing lines when supplies of certain items ran low. If you click here you can see some of the workers and me with a box I was in the process of moving when it was time for a picture.

As I lifted and carried and toted, I appreciated all the exercise I do every morning because I could squat, lift, rise, and carry. I helped pick up empty boxes and the plastic wrapping they had come in. We had two darling little girls helping break down the cardboard along with their mom who did a great job supervising them.

The food amounts were smaller today than when I had done this before. The food bank has fewer food products due to the cutbacks in the federal government surplus buying. The growers will be hurt. The hungry will go without.

Check that off my list

Remember my lament about being overwhelmed and how I was making lists and using my calendar to keep me on track. I also adopted the word ACCEPTANCE for my Lent challenge.

I don’t do Lent stuff, but this year I decided to get my life a bit more organized, on track, and what better time than Lent. I’m still not doing the ashes on the forehead practice. Nor do I give up anything for Lent. I usually add something, like providing for a charity, but never giving up something.

Today I checked Taxes off the list. It should have been checked off a couple of weeks ago, when I originally started out, but I found one of Terry’s forms was missing. Then he discovered that the Department of Defense only had one day a month to make contact and make requests. Finally, the form appeared and I could continue with inputting the tax information. Total time on the computer, connected to Turbo Tax, 2 hours and 17 minutes. Big relief to have that done.

Here’s the thing, I am NOT any sort of accounting person. I hate financial stuff. I hate filling out forms. But, after almost 40 years of having a tax person, we no longer had one, and since our credit union offers Turbo Tax as a benefit, I decided to give it a try.

My mother, over 50 years ago, could not understand why we hired someone to do our taxes. “You both have a college degree, can’t you figure it out?”

Not only was the answer NO, but also that I didn’t want to figure it out, and if I left it to Terry, he would probably have to file for an extension and pay late fees.

The tax man that we hired came to our home, put everything together while drinking coffee at our dining room table. He came to each of our three homes, and even made sure to get to us early in the season when our daughter was in college so she could file FAFSA forms before March.

If we suggested a deduction that we knew others had done, he would tell us it was a bit iffy and could trigger an audit. He laid out all the deductions we could take and kept us on the straight and narrow. I recommended him to lots of people over the years because he was such a straight arrow. And then we learned otherwise.

Although super aboveboard and honest with us, it turned out some of his other clients were being taken in with shady investment schemes. He was running a Ponzi scheme but he never mentioned any kind of investments to us. Maybe because we didn’t have a whole lot of money. A friend of mine used his services and he regularly told her about investment opportunities. Turns out, those opportunities put him in prison for 20 years. I was devastated. Now who would do our taxes!

I had made a friend on one of the Compuserve forums. She lived in San Francisco and we had met her and other forum members for dinner many times in the city. She was a tax preparer and said I could mail her our documents and she would do our taxes. We could take her out to dinner when we were in town for payment. I even housesat for her one time while she attended a tax conference in Reno. She was wonderful. And then she died.

I was bereft because I had lost a good friend, and also a good tax preparer. Someone suggested Turbo Tax. And that’s what we have done now for the past few years. Or, I should say, I have done.

This year had more details, more items to look up and figure out. I accepted the task. I got it done. Check.

Oh, and in addition, the IRS and the State Franchise Tax Board have both accepted the forms.

Attempting to get a handle on life

Thank you all, dear Readers, for your kind comments about my “overwhelmed” post. Today, Friday the 13th, things are looking better.

In my chat with God early Thursday morning, I heard teamwork and lists. Those were the pieces of my life when teaching, and even the past 11 years when going two days a week to Columbia to read to first and second graders.

I don’t have the team any more, but I did lament enough to Terry that I think he realized I needed him to step in more around here. That is when he isn’t in isolation for the PRRT and I have the whole load for those three-four days.

When teaching, I used calendars like a mad woman. I had them all over the place (still do, just not as detailed) and I sat with them at least twice a day, usually before I left for school and then at my desk at school when the day was over. This morning I decided to get back to that practice.

I’m not planning lessons, or field trips, or award ceremonies, or even department chair meetings. For six years I was not only the business department chairperson I was also the chair of chairs. The principal and I met monthly to plan the meeting with all the department chairs. (It was a large high school–3000 students, 160 staff) When I knew I was retiring in 2010, I made one of the other teachers take the business department chairmanship and I recruited another teacher who I greatly respected to take on the chair of chairs.

Although a great position in that it paid a nice stipend, it did hold a lot of responsibility and everyone was upset when I stepped away. I ran a very tight ship and meetings started and ended on time. Arguments were limited in time and scope. Because I knew the agenda, having developed it with the principal and knowing where the sore spots might be, I developed tactics to move things along. The principal loved to talk, and he knew it was a weakness so I had carte blanc in reeling him in.

Now, I see how I used my time and energy to get this all accomplished. In retirement I feel I have all the time in the world (ha) and neglect to really plan ahead. I have got to make better use of my time and get back to plotting and planning. I sat down at my desk this morning with my calendar AND my list and put actions on dates. I made notes on ideas I have for certain events coming up and how I will manage them. Although my life is nothing like it was when teaching, I can still utilize those techniques I used to make it through my days. I just have to follow through and not get lazy.

Is it just me who is overwhelmed?

I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed. No, not a “bit,” but a whole lot. This is the month that we have no out of town trips scheduled. For which I am very thankful. That means that I have time to get a lot done around the house and making plans for the next 5 months, in which there will be many days away.

I woke up around 4:30 this morning, thinking on all that needs to be done around here, much of it outside. The weather this year started out with lots of rain, which we needed. Then, for six weeks, no rain, just very cold temperatures and fog. I even ran sprinklers last weekend because the bulbs are all beginning to bloom and the grass around the greenhouse pad is looking sad. The front yard lawn, although scrappy, looks lush and green after all that rain. I love it, especially with the flowers starting to bloom.

Terry ended up staying in bed most of Tuesday, missing his cardiac rehab session. Nausea and pain. After a day’s work pulling weeds in the front yard. Was it the yard work or was it the radioactive “bits” still taking out some of the neuroendocrine tumors? By Wednesday he felt good enough to go out and prune more of the mulberry tree.

I’m doing the grocery shopping, meal prep, laundry, general cleanup, and cat care this week. It’s only Thursday, but I’m tired. There are more errands to run today (Thursday). The taxes are on the back burner as it seems the Defense Department did not automatically send 1099s as had been done in previous years. Now I wait for that to come once Terry was able to get in and order the form. There is only one day a month that can be done now. I’m assuming this is all part of the new DOGE way of doing government.

Then there is the issue of Savannah Guthrie’s mother being kidnapped in Tucson. What is the meaning of that action? There are people complaining that an 84 year old woman should not be living alone. Such rubbish. Our neighbor is even older, lives on her own, drives her car, does her yard work, cooks, even brings food over for Terry during his recuperation. I could not imagine telling her she needs to live with her family or in an assisted living facility. I’m sure it’s the same with Mrs. Guthrie. I did tell our neighbor, though, that we needed her house key and her daughters’ phone numbers just in case. Our next door neighbor has that information about us, just in case.

So, how am I going about “fixing” being overwhelmed with all that the world is dishing up? Prayer at 4:30 am helps. God and I had quite the conversation this morning. I reminded him of all the stuff I once juggled and did just fine. He reminded me that I had a team that helped with much of it. I worked with the very best people, and the people at our church were good at assisting and abetting. I had a group of friends who cheered me on.

I no longer work so that team is gone. Administration changed at the church we attended and the leadership fell apart. We moved to a different congregation where the members are dying faster than new people are arriving and the church is run more like a business. And the core of my friends’ group has died. I am outliving those who helped make life better.

Ladies Who Lunch. (the retired teachers) met on Monday and we had a grand time, but there are issues going on with the school district’s retiree insurance plan that has upset so many. Here’s the problem–there are too many retirees with health issues than the district and/or the insurance company can handle. I believe that is probably a national problem. Overwhelmed.

Mastering life changes

The latest newsletter from Stanford’s Longevity project has an article on mastering life transitions at any age.

I pulled this quote from the article because it spoke to me on so many of the the levels of what I’ve been reading and thinking about:

a well-balanced life has three ingredients, which he calls the ABCs of meaning.

A is Agency — what we do, make, build or create; often that’s through work.

B is Belonging — your relationships, family, colleagues and friends.

C is a Cause — a calling, purpose or something higher than yourself.

It’s a short article, but it gives you some deep material to ponder. If you read it, let me know what you think.

The distractions aren’t bad things…

…but then I forget what I was going to do next.

There is so much to do each morning after hopping out of bed, and even more in the cold winter months. First of all, in winter time, I have to get socks on because the floors are cold. And that means two pair of socks because the floors are cold and one pair is heavy and has to be removed to put on shoes to go outside. And an old sweatshirt pulled on over my pajamas.

All the cat chores (litter boxes, feeding, clean up, moving barriers put up for overnight [that’s a whole ‘nother story], refilling the food supply in the house), unloading the dishwasher, making the bed, and this morning putting away laundry that was done too late in the day to get dry so stayed on the drying rack overnight.

This morning I was distracted by an envelope on my desk–a card from my sweet babboo. A card to celebrate our 51st wedding anniversary. I had left a card on his desk last night but he hadn’t gotten to it yet. That distraction made me forget that I was on the way to make the bed. One of the cats came to help (just I was getting the bedspread pulled up) so I sat and petted her and told her what a good cat she is. That reminded me I had not yet done my sit/stands so that was next on the list.

I’ve been up for over an hour, so decided now was a good time to sit here at my desk, before I start breakfast preparations, and write a post about all the distractions. Another distraction, but not a bad one. The rest of the day will have many more.

A postscript: for those of you who follow Shirley’s Boots and Braids blog out of San Bernardino, you have probably seen her last post–her twin daughter has died. When I told Terry about it (I talk about my dear Readers and blogging friends like they live right around the corner) he said he already knew the story as it had made national news! And it has, big time. Her daughter was famous for the work she did with skid row in Los Angeles, I just didn’t realize HOW famous. Hug the people you love. Update your blog. Share your concerns. Let us all know what’s going on in your life, no matter how distracted you may be.

It’s been awhile…

The days have flown by. That’s my whole excuse for not sitting here and writing sooner.

Well, I could say I have a lot to do, and that is true, but I could take some time and sit here and write. Instead, when I had some extra time I have been sitting with a book I just started over the weekend. The Good Life, Lessons Learned from the World’s Longest Scientific Study of Happiness by Robert Waldinger and Marc Schulz. The whole idea of the decades-long study shows that strong relationships make for a good life. I found this book through a newsletter that I receive after signing on to Stanford’s longevity project.

I had been a part of a teacher cancer study for decades, begun at Stanford when I first started teaching. Although closed to new participants for a decade or more, that study is still providing amazing details, but the researchers use the material that has already been collected. Stanford asked if I would like to sign on the longevity project since I was now in a position of having lived a LONG time. Okay. Sounds good.

I’ve done a couple of questionnaires, but mainly I just get their updated research, which is eye-opening. The newsletter always has lots of material that interests me, especially a list of books, which is where I found The Good Life. One of the authors, Robert Waldinger, also has a TED talk (or more) that piqued my interest, so I had to get his book.

Other books that have been recommended are Elderhood by Louise Aaronson (very wordy), Built to Move by Kelly and Juliet Starrett (great piece on literally moving into really old age), I’ve Decided to Live 120 Years by Ilchi Lee (which made me totally change my thinking on how many years I want to live), Deep Medicine by Eric Topel (AI and healthcare can go together), Super Agers by Eric Topel (let’s look at longevity in a different way).

And, the sun has been shining here while the rest of the country is getting very cold storms, so I am out working in the yards and enjoying sunlight which gives me a whole better mood.

It’s January: it’s cold & gray & foggy

Cold, gray, foggy weather here in central California. We’ve not had rain for many weeks. The rain and wind would chase away the fog, but as early as it is in the season (before Valentine’s Day), we would probably get more fog after the rain. The fog has not been this thick, or hung on this long, since the 1970s. It is history-making fog!

The cold, gray weather has done little for my mood. I need warm sunny days. I need to rake leaves. I need to be in the backyard with the kitties. But, alas, I stay cooped up in the house. I am, indeed, a fair-weather soul.

We are getting back into routine around here. Terry is off to cardiac rehab this cold, gray, foggy morning. Then he will go by the hardware store to pick up parts to fix the shower faucets. He worked on them earlier in the week, but realized he needed certain supplies. I don’t ask questions. I just appreciate his work.

Laundry. It’s always my heaviest task around here. Well, maybe after meal prep. I’m not real good at that anymore. But laundry. It’s always there. Terry had to wash all of the bedding from his isolation days. That took all day. Today I am getting to the bag of clothing he used before and during his isolation.

I will say, I am good at laundry. I organize it in very prescribed ways. I know the length of each load’s wash and dry cycles. I time everything in a most methodical manner. I have laundry OCD! Oh, and I am fanatical about getting it out of the dryer and hung up and/or folded and put away.

One additional note: I am very grateful for my decision to step away from reading to the first and second graders at Columbia. I miss the teachers, the children, the stories, but I realize I could not have handled that responsibility along with the planning, the work, the details of Terry’s visits to Stanford and the follow up of work here at home. I am also very grateful for our critter/house sitter. Without her, we could do none of this.

Looking more like normal

Monday morning, Day 4 after the PRRT treatment Terry did on Thursday at Stanford Medical. We obeyed all the precautions and are now getting back into our regular routine.

But first, all of the linens must be washed, and his clothes, kept separated for these four days, must be washed separately. Terry is moving all of his “daily living” artifacts back into their usual places after making his daily habitat in our bedroom for 4 days. The confinement was the hardest part, but he managed very well. And, best of all, he feels good.

The cats really had a hard time with that closed bedroom door. They have always been able to come and go as they wish. A few sleep with us, too, but not for the past four nights. I’ve had three cats with me, on the guest room bed, and another two lying on the dresser across from the bed.

I wanted to vacuum the house on Sunday, but I knew the cats were already traumatized with Terry’s “hiding away,” so decided I’d just wait and let Terry vacuum when he returned to his usual routine. One of the elderly cats walked around “talking” on Saturday, very disturbed about the situation. I had never seen her act like that. This morning she seems her more normal crotchety self.

If we are friends on Facebook you may seen my post about the coffee making. This morning Terry made the coffee again. That is really “back to normal.”

Although back home, not back to normal

It is a very foggy Saturday morning here in the San Joaquin Valley. In our neighborhood there is no sound, whatsoever. No cars going down the street. No yard tools being used. No one out working on their cars. Nothing. Just silence. Of course, the fog is so thick that it’s a bit hard to see across the street, but I hear nothing. Eerie.

There has been discussion on Facebook about the Valley fog this week. It really hasn’t been this thick, this deep, or settling in so early and staying so late, for decades. Many of the younger generation are struggling with it.

Those of us raised here remember this kind of fog from our growing-up years. The 50s, 60s, and even into the 70s had this kind of tule fog. But, there has been a decline in the fog, so much so, that tree and vine growers could tell a difference with their crops. It was investigated, and sure enough, the fruit trees and the grape vines like the fog in the winter while they rest. I, personally, hate the fog and didn’t complain when there was less of it.

Fortunately, we didn’t have thick fog Thursday evening as we drove back from Stanford. Although we left Palo Alto at 2:40 p.m., the traffic on Hwy 101 was so heavy (I drove 5 mph in some places) that it took us 6 hours to make what can be as short a trip as 3 hours. We did make 3 stops for bathroom breaks and to switch drivers. I cannot drive at night, and by the time we left Gilroy, it was already sunset. If traffic had been normal, we would have been home by that time!

Terry is isolated in our bedroom suite and doing fine except for being in small quarters. He will be able to take a walk tomorrow. He feels fine, no aftereffects of this treatment. If you are on Facebook, then you have seen my posts about this. We are so grateful for how easy this was, except for the drive home. Three more such trips through July.

I think the hardest part is going to be the 3-day isolation. Our cats hate having the bedroom door closed and not being able to sleep on our bed. I’m sleeping in the guest room which has my childhood French Provincial 4-poster bed. The cats come in, but it’s not the same as having both of us in the bed. I’m the only one they can annoy!