I have written about my internet radio and how much I enjoy it. One of the things I like about it is that I can control it from an app on my iPad and iPhone. That works out well when we’re in another room and listening via one of our 900 mhz wireless speakers.
The problem, though, after we moved to Hemet was that the output was not strong enough and when we were in the bedroom we would get clicking and popping. I therefore switched to listening via the stations’ web pages on my desktop computer, which also has a 900 mhz transmitter.
When me moved here I had set up my internet radio and transmitter on a side table to the left of my computer table. After I got my new hearing aid, however, I realized that it was silly to have it on the left when my good ear with the hearing aid was my right ear. This was especially the case since the top of the printer table on my right was empty due to the demise of my printer some months back and the fact that I was connecting to Terry’s printer wirelessly.
So I moved everything to the computer table. That shift of five feet or so means no more popping on the speaker in bedroom, so I can use the internet radio and control it from my iPad.
A small thing but a nice change.
Two years ago today the moving van arrived at our new house here in Hemet. It was a Friday.
The moving van arrived at our house in Gilroy first thing in the morning on Cinco de Mayo. It was a Tuesday. We had a lot of stuff and the movers were there all day loading everything, including my Toyota Corolla.
Terry and I spent the night of the fifth at the Best Western in Gilroy and boarded Tasha at her resort. We got up early on Wednesday, had breakfast, picked up Tasha and headed south. Tasha was a good girl for us on the trip as we drove down I-5. When we got to the Grapevine we gave her a tranquilizer to keep her calm as we drove through the L.A. Basin. She snoozed most of the way.
As we got close to our new home I realized that the transponder to get through the community gate was in the back of the car, so I stopped at a Rite Aid to pull it out. Tasha got excited. “Is this where we get out?” No, Tasha, just a few more miles.
We arrived at our new, empty home and set up the air mattress. Tasha thought that was really cool. We spent two nights on the air mattress and the moving van arrived about 9:00 am on Friday. Tasha was delighted to get reacquainted with her familiar smells.
Here it is two years later. Tasha has adapted well. It is a very different life for us, but much of it is good. We have a lot to be grateful for.
Terry has a new avocation.
Terry’s birthday is in early December. Shortly before her birthday last year she asked me for a combined birthday and Christmas present. The JoAnn Fabric newspaper ad had listed an entry-level sewing machine at a ridiculously attractive price and she asked me to get it for her.
I was happy to do so. Now I don’t generally frequent that store, but I ventured in. I wandered around aimlessly in what was an extremely busy store and saw no sewing machines. A helpful salesperson told me that they were behind the front counter. I got in line and purchased it for her.
She has been working at reacquiring the skills she let lapse after high school. On a recent Saturday she took a sewing class with our great niece. She really enjoyed it. The instructor told her that she had an excellent beginner’s machine that would do everything she needed right now.
Progress is slow because she is busy with other things as well, but it she continues to move forward. She just finished a shirt which turned out very nicely as her first venture.
Tasha had a birthday today. She is thirteen.
We don’t know that to be the case. (Apologies to those of you who have seen me tell this story so many times before.) We brought her home from the shelter on November 1, All Saints’ Day, 2005. We immediately made an appointment with our vet who told us that she thought Tasha was about a year and a half. Given that, we decided to designate her birthday as May 1, my late, beloved Grandma Monaghan’s birthday. So May 1, 2006 we said she was two. That means that today she is thirteen by our calculations.
Tasha is a very young, healthy thirteen. She is busy, active, and happy. She has a lot of energy. She demands her walks twice a day and insists that we stick to our routine. If it’s 6:30 pm, she reminds me that it is time for me to go into the kitchen and fix dinner. She still jumps up on our bed in the evening.
I think that Tasha may have understood one of the conversations that Terry and I were having about her age. Last Monday she casually trotted into the bedroom with something in her mouth and nonchalantly dropped it on the floor. It was a newly dead mouse. Our fearless hunter still!
We’re delighted that Tasha is doing so well and is such an integral part of our lives.
Shortly after we got our new gas grill Terry said that I needed to get a cover for it. I responded that I didn’t think we needed one as it was under the patio cover. She told me it was getting covered with dust. She was right. It was dusty.
I checked out Amazon. (Where else?) I found the appropriate sized grill cover for only $19.95. When it arrived I was pleased with how heavy and sturdy it was. Great value for the price.
I’m glad I got it. When I’m ready to grill the grill is nice and clean and ready to go.
This is not a very interesting picture, but having the cover makes my grilling experience so much more pleasant.
Terry and I were delighted to get our new gas grill this spring after being without one since our departure from Gilroy in 2015. We fired it up the day after getting a full propane tank. As soon as I finished cooking our first meal on the new grill I realized what I was missing: my Grill Daddy.
I first discovered the Grill Daddy on cable television. It’s a long-handled wire grill brush, but the handle is hollow and fills with water. While the grill is still hot you open the water spigot and clean the grill with hot water and steam. I used it for so long that I forgot how I cleaned the grill before that. So once I turned on the new grill I immediately remembered what I was missing.
A quick order to Amazon remedied that problem.
We’re set for the summer.
I never had a gas grill until Terry and I bought one during our Gilroy years. I only knew of one way to buy propane for it. I did exactly what all of our neighbors did. Initially you bought a tank of propane that was full of the fuel. When it was empty you took it to a location that sold the stuff and swapped out the empty tank for a full one.
So when we bought our gas grill I was surprised when my brother asked me how we were going to buy our propane. How? Do I have a choice, I asked. My brother said that we could buy an empty propane tank and get it refilled as needed. Own the tank? Refill as needed? News to me.
That’s what we ended up doing. We went to the local trailer supply store, bought a propane tank, and had it filled. Over the long haul it’s much more cost-effective than the swap-out method.
So I thank my brother for his sage advice.