Archive for May, 2018

Moving North

May 15, 2018

 As I parked my car in my driveway in Munds Park, I saw that my lilac bush was awash with blooms. They smelled divine.

Lilac bush in bloom

I’ve made two trips up so far to “open” the cabin,” but now I’m here for the summer.

As usual, I couldn’t get the satellite dish hooked up to the TV. Direct TV was able to schedule a technician for tomorrow. How lucky was that!

Last summer I left with one job not done. One day late last September, I bought a bag of ice, but it was all stuck together. (When I bought a new refrigerator a few years ago, I opted out of an ice maker. It’s just another device that breaks.) I didn’t want to pound the bag of ice on my kitchen counter as I’d had granite installed two years ago. I went into the half-bathroom and pounded the bag of ice on the vanity. I was shocked when a large piece of the sink broke off. I lived with the broken top for the rest of the season, but now was the time to fix it.

broken vanity

Last week when I came up, I went into Flagstaff to Home Depot to get another vanity. They didn’t have the right size in the right wood. The helpful salesman called the Home Depot by the mall, and they had one. I hurried over there and bought it. Donna and Ty were very accommodating and brought it into my house. I called the plumber and he said he’d get to it before I came back.

Unfortunately, we miscommunicated. He called me and let me know that the sink on the vanity had a hole drilled it in and it wasn’t the overflow. I would have to return the vanity and get another. He said he was surprised I hadn’t also bought a new vanity for the half bathroom. I told him that’s what I’d done. There was silence on his end of the line. He’d taken out the sink in the master bathroom! I think he expected me to yell and scream. That’s not my style. The deed was already done, so why get upset? He called me later in the day to apologize. I told him I’d go up to Home Depot today and get a vanity for the master bathroom.

Meanwhile, I knew there were no vanities like the one I wanted in the half-bath. I got on line and ordered one I liked in the right size and wood and it will be delivered to the Flagstaff Home Depot next week.

Today, after I unloaded my car and gave Louie food and water, I looked carefully at the master bathroom to consider what color wood I wanted. I decided on white. I measured so I’d get the right size.

As I loaded the vanity with the hole in my car. I noticed that there were deep gashes in the sides. I’d been sold a return and it hadn’t been checked.

I drove to Flagstaff. As I parked at The Home Depot, I realized that my hands were shaking. I’d drunk too much Diet Coke on the way from Scottsdale to Munds Park. After I made my return and new purchase I had to get some lunch and eat slowly to calm down.

The customer service department was embarrassed that such a damaged product was sold and returned the money to my credit card.

I found the right vanity for the master bathroom. I got a salesperson to load it on a cart. He had to ask someone else about what size faucet would go with the vanity. He got the answer and that decision was easily dispatched. After it was loaded in the car, I mentally checked it off my “Things to do” list.

I headed for Oscar’s Fiesta Burrito, my go-to restaurant in Flag. The New York Times had been delivered to Munds Park this morning, so I leisurely ate my fish taco and read the paper. As I returned to my car, I called the plumber. He said he’d install the master bathroom vanity tomorrow.

I can’t watch the news tonight, because my satellite isn’t talking to my television. It’s just as well. I’ll settle down with a good book after I finish this column.

 

 

 

 

Mr. GQ

May 1, 2018

 

I’ve met a man, through the Plenty of Fish dating website, with whom I connect. If you read my column in the last issue, you may be wondering, “What happened to the fellow from her past?” Nothing happened and I’m glad.

My first date with the new guy was supposed to be on a Thursday night at The Vig on 40th Street in Phoenix. I got there early, and the place was so packed that even the parking lot across the street was full. I had noticed The Attic Alehouse on my way, and the parking lot was not crowded. I called him and suggested a different meeting place. He readily agreed.

The Attic Alehouse was not very crowded and not noisy, conditions I prefer for a first date. I don’t want to have to shout personal details of my life, usually shared at the first meet.

He was on time. He looked like his picture from the profile on the dating website, only more handsome. I was a bit star struck, which was very superficial of me.

I’ve named the new man Mr. GQ because he dresses like he walked out of that magazine. He’s stylish and impeccable with perfectly coifed silver/white hair. I would say he’s my height, but I’ve lost another inch, according to my Medicare “wellness” exam last week, so he’s at least an inch or two ntaller. He’s got some meat on his bones, so I won’t crush him.

We had a good time, exchanging some of our life stories and doing a lot of laughing. That’s what made me interested in dating him. I need lightness and chuckling in my life.

We texted for a few days, and I suggested we go dancing at The Rhythm Room. I love that place. The crowd is generally my age, with a sprinkling of young people to keep the place from being an old fogey’s hangout. I drove my own car and met him there.

The Bluesmen Feat with Geo Bowman & Diva Missy played a mix of oldies, including Motown hits. He ordered a Diet Coke and Malibu Rum, while I stuck with Michelob Ultra. I tasted his cocktail and decided that might become my drink of choice.

He said he’d dance whenever I wanted to. He didn’t need to down two or three drinks before going on the dance floor! He danced “free-style” like me. There were several couples showing off their moves from lessons, but I felt comfortable dancing with him.

He seems open and honest, but I’ve said and written that before and been wrong.

On our third date we went to the movies to see “I Feel Pretty” with Amy Schumer. It didn’t get good reviews, but we laughed and enjoyed ourselves. Afterwards, he came over for a drink. I’d bought Malibu rum but I made a mistake. its was pineapple, not coconut. We drank it with Diet Coke. I may prefer the pineapple to the coconut.

I like him. We’ll see where it goes.