The Wedding Bouquet: My mother died before I got married, but she still bought me flowers

Me and my mother on our wedding days.

I think it’s crazy how my parents got married. 

It’s 1965, she’s a 20-year-old Californian exploring Europe with her friends, he’s a 27-year-old Dane just bumming around and taking odd jobs to support his travels. He’s working at a ski resort in Germany when my mother arrives in town, and they meet that night in a bar. 

Just weeks later they are hitchhiking alone together through the Middle East, and before she brings him home with her to Los Angeles, they marry in a civil ceremony in Scotland.

 

That was crazy cool.

 

And decades later when I was ready to get hitched, I decided I needed to do it in Scotland, too. Since my parents couldn’t be there in person (my mother had died when I was a teen and my father left my life soon after) I thought the best way to have them with me was to get married where they did. It would be hard to make that happen, but my husband agreed to my crazy plan and off we went.

 

Heather, my flower girl.

Our wedding party was very small, and the only family member who attended was my husband’s cousin Heather. 

The day of the ceremony, Heather woke up early with a plan to get me a wedding bouquet, and walked to the nearest shop so she could surprise me with flowers I didn’t know I wanted until she handed them to me.

 

And it turns out that without even trying, she had made me a bouquet that looked almost exactly like the one my mother had on her wedding day.

 

That was super cool.

 

But we didn’t realize that until this year, when I posted my parents’ wedding photo for another blog post. 

 

Thirteen years later, while looking at photos from both weddings, it struck me how much the bouquets looked alike. I asked Heather if she had done that on purpose, as I had brought my mother’s wedding photo with me, so she could have seen her bouquet.

 

Heather said she hadn't meant to create a similar bouquet, but definitely noticed how much they looked alike when seeing my mother's flowers again. 

 

“And I got a little teary-eyed. I actually think it’s cooler that it just happened that way. It’s a small town, maybe it was the same shop where she got hers.”

Or maybe my mother was there with Heather as she picked out the flowers, then shaped the bouquet in her hotel room before the ceremony. I like thinking she was.

 

 

Our wedding party after the ceremony, with me holding my parents' wedding photo.

 

 

Poem: After

Before 

I couldn't see inside 

Only shiny metal on black tires

Steel wings and a roar overhead.

After

I can't see anything but the faces

And laughs and smiles

Bundles of life

Belted to buckets of steel

rushing to loves and dinners and holidays and homes

suspended in the seconds before the crash.

Now

Every time the door closes

I soak up the echoes

And squeeze them tight

So I'll still have something

When they don't come back.

My Grandmother's Journals: September, 1996

Five generations: My mother, my sister, my grandmother, 54; her mother, 77, her grandmother, 100.

In tiny notebooks, my grandmother wrote down each day what time she woke up, where she ate breakfast, any movie she went to see, what mail and phone calls she received, then what she read and watched on TV before bed.

In 1996, she was 80-years-old and living alone in a mobile home park in Santa Cruz, Calif. But I wouldn't describe her as lonely; she was an extremely independent and persnickety woman whom I never knew to live with another person or even a pet. (I wrote more about her life in an earlier post.)  

Close to her home was the famous surfing spot called Pleasure Point, and she loved walking to the ocean and watching the surfers. When she died, I took her ashes to those waves with a friend of hers and we each dropped some at the sand. A moment after I dropped mine, a surfer emerged from the water where I stood.

That was cool. 

 

In September of 1996, she turned 81, marking her birthday, Sept. 12, with only a small "81" written in the corner. Later she got a bad stomach flu, and was preparing for her next trip while watching plenty of tennis, football and baseball.

 

August entries.

 

Sunday, Sept. 1, 1996

Up 8:30. Fruit and toast here. 

Seles won; Edberg won.

To Gott's again, got skirt and pants. Owe $197. Girl at Penneys offered $25 for suitcase.

To corner, talked to large lady. She crochets, etc. Gave her green reel.

49ers. Dug up "Jade" cactus Freda gave me years ago. To trash, avocado planted.

Monday, Sept. 2, 1996

Up 8, ate at corner.  

Tennis, Graf and Agassi won.

Ironed scraps for lady. She took all, except cottons.

To show after lunch, "Basquait." Sad. Street painter, NYC. Graffiti. Became "famous."

Died of OD, Aug. 27, 1988.

Tennis, Chang. Taped Madame Bovary. 

Read. Bed.

Tuesday, Sept. 3, 1996

Up 8:30. Bank, deposited Justine's money. 

Coffee, etc. Home, tennis. 

Did nails, caught up on papers, sorted fabrics.

To Live Oak, BP 168? Student.

To town, checked Thrift Store. Yes, take patterns.

To library, checked health and safety code.

Got hot dog!

Seles won, Sampras won.

Law & Order, French. Bed. Took mel.

 

Wednesday, Sept. 4, 1996 

Watered lawns, some weeds.

Tennis, Graf, Chang, Muster v. Agassi. Both played good.  

Sewed old quilt, 3 hours. Star Trek Voyager, News.

Slept fair. Dream, Fergie at a "palace." Trouble with luggage.

 

Thursday, Sept. 5, 1996

Awake 5, back to sleep. Up 9:30.

To corner, then Longs, Albertsons. Tennis, mixed Doubles.

Letter to Stimson. To Post Office, mailed package to Mina. 

Wrote letter to Mina between checking on Tennis.

To Post Office, mailed letter to Mina.

Walked on cliff. Evening calm, but surfers out.

Ran tape of P&P, 2 hours.

 

Friday, Sept. 6, 1996

Reservations at Live Oak, tuna salad.

Tennis: Chang, Agassi, Sampras. 

Awake 6, up 9. Breakfast at Kmart.

To gas, cap gone! To Kragens, got one with lock! $13.

Wrote to Justine, mailed. 

Rain, Graf match postponed. 

To Live Oak for dinner. Sewed sari, both edges done.

Taped PBS program, Shadow Government. 

 

Saturday, Sept. 7, 1996

Up 9:30. To Corner.

Tennis, Chang/Agassi: 6/3, 6/2, 6/2! Chang seems emotional, Agassi off game.

To show, Kansas City. Stopped by Carol's on way, then back.

Library, returned Beatrice Wood.

Walked East Cliff; to be closed 3 months.

Ran tapes of Gulliver's Travels, And the Band Played On. 

Sunday, Sept. 8, 1996

Up 8. To corner. Talked to woman doing X-word puzzle.

Graf over Seles. Good match. Rain delay of Sampras/Chang.

Ironed cotton scraps, watched some football. 49ers vs. Rams, 34-0.

Walked on cliff, to Trader Joe's.

Watched Dateline with (Jeffrey) Toobin, wrote book on O.J., reporter for the New Yorker. 

Some 60 Minutes. Bed.

Monday, Sept. 9, 1996

Reservations at Live Oak - fish.

Watered. To corner. Red Corvette!

To Watsonville, called Senior Center, serve breakfast 8 to 10.

Mail: Justine sent three books back.

Paid KQED, IRS. 

TV: A&E 3 hours, ran P&P tapes to compare audio.

Bed 10. Not good sleep.

Tuesday, Sept. 10, 1996

Up 9:30. Awake 8, but because of little sleep, rested.

To corner, tiny mouse in shop.

I cleaned papers, etc, from paper, telephone location.  

Foned Hindu Foundation in Watsonville, gave 1 shirt, red,  white and blue.

To library, read some of Warhol. 

To show, "Carried Away." Dennis Hopper, Amy Irving. Honest. 

Some TV. Bed early.

Wednesday, Sept. 11, 1996

Up 9. Ate at Seal Rock Cafe. Coffee cold.

To Louden, BP. 138/72, same as last time.

Home, tired, rested.

Walked about 5:30 to 6.

Some A&E. Baseball. Ghost, enjoyed. 

Got clothes ready for laundromat.

Slept good.

Thursday, Sept. 12, 1996 

81. (It was her 81st birthday)

To laundromat. To corner, 9:45.

Clayton to sell his Geo Storm. Has A/C. 

Foned Mid-County. Will take cotton.

Wrote Prudy. To Post Office and Mid-County.

Wrote Mina and Paris. To show, "Emma" again.

Library, Kmart, home.

Watched Mystery, 5 hours. Rerun.

Bed. Very bad sleeping.

Friday, Sept. 13, 1996

Slept 4:30 to 9. Not good. Breakfast at corner. 

To San Jose, stopped at Burger King to P.

To Cypress senior center, gave 3 x 3 squares. 

To Macy's, took over Emporium. Got sweater at Nordstrom, and tights.

Home via Scotts Valley, got salad at Wendy's.

Taped PBS, watched X-Files, part of The Crying Game.

Took M, slept good.

Saturday, Sept. 14, 1996

Up 9. To corner, gave Lee fabric.

To Mid-County Flea Market, no dolls!

Also wine festival in Capitola. Lunch at home.

Mail: Adverts. Sorted some clothes, wool sweaters of Justine's left at house.

Ran half of P&P, Bio of Leonard Nimoy. Interesting, married first wife at 33, 2 children. Then to a producer, Susan Bay, son, daughter, stepson.

Again, not good sleep.

Sunday, Sept. 15, 1996

Up 9, Breakfast BK, watered lawn.

Walked Capitola, wine festival again.

Home noon. French tapes. To corner,  croissant & coffee.

Albertsons, home 3:30. Wrote some to Mina.

Typed P&P cast, taped USA Unabomber; 60 Minutes interviewed family of Ted K.

News, Frank Lloyd Wright homes.

Drank Cabernet with water.

Monday, Sept. 16, 1996

Slept good, feel up. Breakfast at corner.

To Kmart, got more dandelion killer and sprayed Larry's lawn.

Talked to Larry, he sprayed Myra's side, not mine.

Mail: No letter from bank of  NY.

Had to return French cassettes.

TV: 5 news, Murphy Brown, Cybill, 10 news.

Had wine. Bed. Not too good. 

Tuesday, Sept. 17, 1996

Up 9. Awake 5. Breakfast Lyon's. Upped price of coffee!

Walked town of Capitola, road blocked.

To Longs, got T.V. Guide. Home, CNN.

To Live Oak, BP 168/82.

To bank, girl, blonde, no focus, not listening. 

To Longs, Post Office, mailed to Federal Reserve bank.

Home, Frasier, news. Bed, no wine.

Wednesday, Sept. 18, 1996

Slept good. Awake often tho! Up 8.

Watered lawn and picked some of Larry's dandelions. 

To corner, then walked. To Trader Joe's.

Mail arrived at 12:45. Letter from Mina, fone bill.

Worked on car repair costs, papers, etc. 

Law & Order, Rockford Files. Some news.

Thursday, Sept. 19, 1996

Slept fair. Up 9:30. Cran/apple juice.

To library, got prices from Barron's, list of hotels near airport.

Home. Taped wrong last night.

Rested, read papers. 

Walked East Cliff. Sun difficult, setting.

Taped Brook's Suddenly Susan. Not as bad as some reviewers say.

Friday, Sept. 20, 1996

Awake 7, up 9. Slept OK, Breakfast Carl's.

Showered, cut hair a bit.

Ants in sink! Left butter out, gone.

Spot on nose bad. Could not find Band-aids.

News, Geraldo Rivera. Taped Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Watched X-Files.

Saturday, Sept. 21, 1996

Awake 5, up 8. Breakfast corner. Lee there.

Library, got price on last bond. Mailed renewal for 4 (5?).

To show, "Trainspotting!!!"

Home, Dodgers vs. San Diego, Warm. D won 9-2.

TV: New shows, Dark Skies, re: aliens, Roswell. Also "Profiler," woman with "2nd Sight!"

Stark, grim. People left show?

 

Sunday, Sept. 22, 1996

Fair night. Awake 7:30.

Some yard work after coffee, etc.  

49ers getting beaten by Carolina!

Wrote letter to SW Bell!

Started feeling uncomfortable in afternoon. 

Ate banana and bread. To bed 8:30 p.m. 

Monday, Sept. 23, 1996

Awake 5:30 a.m. Lost whatever was in stomach, then had diarrhea on and off all day.

Took (medication), threw it up in 1/2 hour. All day in bed.

24-hour bug, 5:30 Mon to 5:30 Tues.

Think subsided about 4 a.m., so slept til 9 a.m. Really got washed out.

No paper on Monday.

Tuesday, Sept. 24, 1996

To market, got another type of diarrhea prevention, T.V. Guide, crackers, potatoes.

Home, back to bed.

Read paper, rested, did nothing.  

Ate crackers, hot milk, crackers, chicken broth. 

Carol called. Has apples, but I don't feel too good.

Bed early, couldn't sleep. Earache.

 

Wednesday, Sept. 25, 1996

Up 9:15, to Live Oak, registered for absentee ballot.

Louden, BP: 122/74.

To corner for donut & coffee.

Worked on watch to change battery! Put on old "pink" watch from Shanghai. 

Ate meal: Chicken patty, baked potato, veg. 

Stuck in stomach like a rock. Ill all night.

Lost part of crossword.

Thursday, Sept. 26, 1996

Some relief around 4 a.m.  Slept til 10. Just tea.

To Kmart, got beef broth and chicken broth. 

To laundromat, home. Foned library and renewed French tapes.

Made bed, etc. News.

Had tea or beef broth, crackers.

Bed 8:30, slept good.

Friday, Sept. 27, 1996

Up 9. Put heat on. Washed part of bedroom rug, also mopped kitchen floor.

Rested between work.

News, NBC + CBS.  To be warmer today!

Shower, cut hair, to corner. 

To OSH for shower rods, then to Kmart. Did not get any.

Carol brought pears.

TV: X-Files, old. Bed, papers.

Saturday, Sept. 28, 1996

Awake 7:30, up 9. Breakfast here. 

Mail: Letter from Bank of NY asking for $5.

Wrote to bank, rather sarcastic, $5 check. To Longs for copy, to Post Office. 

"Deadly Deception," 4 to 6.

Checked out TV w/o cable, get 6 on 15 and 54 on 17. 22 had classical music and documentary.

Bed early, woke up! French til 2:45 a.m.

Sunday, Sept. 29, 1996

Up 9:30. Ate here. To corner, got coffee, etc.

To library, home. Garden, cleaned some of Jasmine up

Wrote Justine and Mimi.

49ers vs. Atl, 39-17. Raiders, 17, vs. Bears, 19

Watered lawn!! Padres, 2, Dodgers, 0, in 11th inning. 3 straight wins.

Wine about 1:30. Headache in a.m.

Monday, Sept. 30, 1996

Up 9. To credit union. Car show starting.

To Mid-County, left note to sell Pullman.

To bank, then Sears. Battery low, had 70,000 miles.

Home to change, back to Mid-County for flu shot.

Dallas vs Philly, 23 -19. Bed 10:30. Slept fair. 

October entries

The letter my grandmother typed and mailed to me on Sept. 29, 1996.

Sweet, silly and sexy notes my husband left me with dinner: "Make a salad!”

When we were living in Seattle and my husband had gone back to school, there were many days when we hardly saw each other. In the morning he headed off to classes and I hopped on a ferry to my job across Puget Sound. By the time I got home at night my husband was gone again to his job, but not before leaving me dinner and a note with a funny drawing.

That was cool.

Even cooler? I recently found a stack of those notes I saved. I find them all funny and endearing, but did edit a bad word out of the first one. I also need to warn sensitive readers about the sexually-suggestive placement of a vegetable in the last one.

*Bad word censored

1. The anti-soup man. 

I don't know why he didn't want me to make soup. I think he might have been referring to how I liked to build my dinner around instant ramen, which is usually packed with sodium and little nutrients.

2. The Soup Soy Nazi

Why didn't he want me to eat soy? I don't know...

(For those who aren't fans of the TV show Seinfeld, this is a reference to a stern character who sold delicious soups only to those who complied with his exacting demands.)

3. Singing Socks Lady

This is supposed to be me, in my "hanging around the house" outfit, singing about pesto. I think I'm wearing the boxer shorts I had with cats on them. I don't think this drawing looks like me at all, but he's right about his pesto. It's delicious.

4. Eat your greens!

I'm confused. Now I can eat soup? 

And finally, sensitive readers, avert your eyes. 

Everyone else, I give you:

5. Corn Cob Man

My mother helped protect Snowy Plovers. And one morning, she let me hold one.

Original drawing by Dell Linney

My mother loved birds. Especially the scrappy Snowy Plover, which nearly disappeared from California beaches due to human invasion. When some of the small shorebirds were found surviving on a secluded Santa Cruz County beach decades ago, my mother spent most weekends helping protect them.

That was cool. 

I  didn't always think it was cool. As a kid I hated getting dragged out of bed before dawn to drive an hour to Wilder Ranch, then walk several miles under bridges and through crops just to get to the sand that usually never had a Plover on it by the time I got there. So I always had to be bribed with a donut at Ferrell's afterward. But one morning I got an even better reward: After finding a nest, my mother gathered up the mother to be banded. And let me hold her.

That was super cool.

Beth Hamel photo.

After learning from a local biologist how to safely trap and band the birds, my mother worked for several years on the Snowy Plover Survey, which had volunteers like her counting birds, monitoring nests and tracking human disturbance.

To catch the bird after spotting her nest, my mother laid out three long pieces of what looked like thick chicken wire with very small holes. On each piece, she had tied dozens of little fishing line lassos. 

With the traps forming a triangle around the nest, we hid behind a dune. When the bird came back and walked over the traps to its nest, one of the lassos caught its leg. The bird panicked, hopping and tugging at the line until my mother gently scooped it up and cut the line. 

Then she held out the bird to me. “Here, you can hold her. Be very gentle.” I wrapped my hands around the bird’s squirming body, trying not to squeeze her too hard or let her go. I was surprised at how warm she felt, and how fast her heart was beating.

We put the bird head first into a tube to secure her, then my mother hooked a scale onto her leg. After recording the weight and length, she prepared for the trickiest part — putting on the band. While the bird waited in the tube, her mother chose the proper color and readied the tiny bracelet in her pliers. She steadied the bird’s leg, then quickly snapped the band in place.
Two minutes later, we released the bird and she hopped off, shaking her leg to try and kick off the band. “Let’s go,” my mother said. “She’ll never go back to the nest with us here.”  

 

A few years later my mother died on a trip to see a very rare bird spotted a few hours south of us. As a family we decided to cremate her, then scatter her ashes with the birds she loved, after getting permission to leave her remains on a state beach.

The ranger and me on Wilder State Beach.

We also needed a park ranger to escort us to the sand, and at first I resented having this stranger joining all her loved ones as we said goodbye. But when I realized I had carried the box of ashes all the way to the beach with no way to open it, I became very grateful for the ranger because he had a knife to cut both the cardboard and the thick plastic bag for me.

A few years later I got a job with the California State Parks, where I worked with a ranger who used to patrol Wilder Ranch. She remembered having to ask my father to leave the park after closing more than once. “He showed me the permit you guys had gotten for her ashes,” she said. “He seemed to be having a hard time letting go.”

“I lost my best friend,” he said of my mother, who died on their 20th wedding anniversary. But luckily, knowing she would be going birding on their actual anniversary, they had gone away to celebrate the weekend before.

So when my father died nearly 30 years after my mother in 2014, I had his ashes brought back to California from Indiana so I could leave him at her beach as well. We never talked about it, but I knew that was where he wanted to be.

My parents on their wedding day.

My Grandmother's Journals: August, 1996

Grandma with my cat Maggio, who lived 20 years.

In tiny notebooks, my grandmother wrote down each day what time she woke up, where she ate breakfast, any movie she went to see, what mail and phone calls she received, then what she read and watched on TV before bed.

In 1996, she was 80-years-old and living alone in a mobile home park in Santa Cruz, Calif. But I wouldn't describe her as lonely; she was an extremely independent and persnickety woman whom I never knew to live with another person or even a pet. (I wrote more about her life in an earlier post.)  

Close to her home was the famous surfing spot called Pleasure Point, and she loved walking to the ocean and watching the surfers. When she died, I took her ashes to those waves with a friend of hers and we each dropped some at the sand. A moment after I dropped mine, a surfer emerged from the water where I stood.

That was cool. 

 

August of 1996 was not too exciting for grandma, though there was the Olympics and the U.S. Open to watch, plus a lot of lawn watering and fertilizing for her to do,She was also having trouble sleeping, and began trying Melatonin as a remedy.

July entries.

 

Thursday, Aug. 1, 1996

Up 9ish. To McDonald's.

Put car in for oil. Home 11 a.m.

Mail: Garbage bill, letter from Justine. Paid garbage bill.

Washed hair, took basin bath.

Got car at 3:30 p.m., news.

Thought I lost data on car, walked back. It was here on couch. 

Called Mina, she is better. Drinking water and walking, taking vitamins.

TV: Some Olympics.

 

Friday, Aug. 2, 1996 

Up 8:45. Watered lawn. Donut & coffee at corner.

To courthouse, no maps of Capitola. 

To library, man at reference desk copied map.

To show, "Pinocchio." (Not even, bad editing?)

News, Olympics. Bob Costas very good, low-key but humorous.  

Synchronized swimmers, USA won gold.

Some Atlanta vs. Dodgers, 3-2. Atlanta pitcher hurt.

 

Saturday, Aug. 3, 1996

Up 8:30. Watered all lawns. 

To corner, all Mercury News gone. Yesterday also!

Trader Joe's, got bananas and cereal. 

Home, filing, Olympics. Tennis delayed by rain!

Agassi did very well.

Bed after news, no sleep. Up for P&P on PBS at 12 a.m.

Sunday, Aug. 4, 1996

Slept 3 to 7. Up almost 10.

To corner, talked to owner re French wife who wants him to work.

Home 12. Washed some clothes. 

Dodgers lost 4-6 to Atlanta.

Working on knitting, 4 errors, to unravel.

TV: Murder She Wrote, news: Cockpit found, pilot still strapped in seat!

Monday, Aug. 5, 1996

Up 9. Watered all lawns. 

Breakfast McDonald's. Albertsons, T.V.Guide 5 cents off.

Home, tennis. Rested, ran tape of "Savage Skies."

Walked 6 to 6:30.

Called for SFO times, changed.

TV: Law & Order, bed, no sleep until 1 a.m.

Tuesday, Aug. 6, 1996

Up 9ish. Breakfast at Metro. "Seal Rock." Bakery.

Library, read some of Britain history. 

"Flow Gently, Sweet Afton," 1759-79.

Robert Burns, Scotch, also Loch Lomond. (You take high road, I'll take low.)

Home after blood pressure. Got prunes, sour.

Rested, watered lawns.

TV: Law & Order, Frasier, news, taped POV PBS re Street Cars.

Bed, not good sleep.

 

Thursday, Aug. 8, 1996 

Up 9. Breakfast Kmart. Pancakes!! Too much.

Post Office, OSH, got duct tape, alyssum.

Tennis, Courier vs. Ferrier, 6/7, 7/6.

To Live Oak for dinner, talked to a resident of Shoreline. Earl? fainted at Live Oak.

Thought I lost tape of "Cracker."

Not good sleep again.

 

Friday, Aug. 9, 1996

Up 9:30,watered lawn. To be hot today!

Put plant food on. Tennis, Agassi. Next Muster.

To Longs, got tuna, melatonin for sleep. 

Home, ran "Cracker."

Walked on East Cliff 6 to 6:50. Read papers.

TV: Law & Order, X-Files repeat with aliens/Japanese.

Quake 2 a.m. Slept 3 to 8:30.

 

Saturday, Aug. 10, 1996

To corner, home 10:40. Planted alyssum.

Got yarn and needles ready. Washed pants and sox.

Wrote Justine. Tennis late, car race. 

Agassi vs. Muster, 6/4, 6/1. A. at his best, ran Muster, drop shots. Muster many double faults.

Dodgers/Cincinnati, 7/5 when I went to store.

Power failure 4:30 to 6:20. Justine foned. Outage there, too.

49ers vs. San Diego, 16-23.

 

Sunday, Aug. 11, 1996

To corner, took French book. Rebo very busy. Spoke with Lois (#8?)

Walked East Cliff. Home after Albertsons.

Many police there checking pick-up truck with household items. 

Home, read. Tennis, Agassi vs. Chang. 7/6 (7/4) 6/4. Chang had leg problems, off a long match yesterday. He tired. Seles over Sanchez. 

Watered lawn, Larry out also. No fog.

Read P&P.

Monday, Aug. 12, 1996

No melatonin. Slept OK.

To corner, paid .15 for woman who wanted water! .60 bottle. Couldn't reach it!

Walked on East Cliff to mall. Dalton's, bought two books.

News, read P&P. Reading in bed, heard running in alley near Larry, 12:15.

(Later Larry heard also).

Tuesday, Aug. 13, 1996

Sleep after 1 a.m. Up 8:30. 

To corner. Talked to man with allergies, then Watsonville man. Wife will undergo operation.

Hot, remained indoors. Talked to Larry 4:45 p.m. He heard, saw my light.

Talked to neighbor Ellie first while raking lawn.

Caught up on papers. TV: A&E Mystery.

Bed. Finished P&P

Wednesday, Aug. 14, 1996

Up 8:30. To Louden for BP after shower, etc. BP good.

To county building: No Amber Brown listed as dead.

To Thrifty, got Head & Shoulders, 1 pair plum  & 1  pair black shoes. Both 9's!

Home, lunch. Sore throat!

Papers, wrote Mina. Watered lawn.

Taped recap of O.J. Trial. Mike Wallace narrated.

Ran P&P til 10:48. Took 1 aspirin.

 

Thursday, Aug. 15, 1996

Up 9. To laundromat. Ate there, then to coffee.

Rebo up at 2:15 a.m. Work at 3.

Hot. To show, "Walking and Talking." I didn't like it!

Home, read, ate. TV: Mystery, Final Curtain, repeat.

Bed. Not good sleep. 

Friday, Aug. 16, 1996

Awake 8:30, up 9:30. Walked on East Cliff. To donut, coffee. 

Monica threw away the last of my donut, insisted on giving me another. (Sprinkle).

To Gottschalk's, got 2 items on sale: 1 black t-shirt, 1 acrylic sweater., teal/blue & beige.

Looked for coffee grinder, not at Gotts'.

Home, wrote Justine and McCoys.

Some P&P tape, X-Files. 20/20, expecting report on airline food, not on 20/20.

Took melatonin.

Saturday, Aug. 17, 1996

Foned Cypress. Closed Sat. 

Breakfast donut, corner. Very busy! Talked re Cambodia, gorilla in zoo.

Checked on bank balance, sum of $171.88 not posted?

Need to go to library, got 800 number to call. Looked up words ending in gry.

To show, "Emma." Neat, good scenes. Almost heard everyone.

Ate here, read. Finished P&P.

Sunday, Aug. 18, 1996

Up 9:30. Tired. Air still. No Zing.

Walked cliff 20 mins to donut, coffee. Talked lots. 

Read papers, etc. Some 49ers, terrible!

Read Beatrice Wood's auto bio. Interesting.

Some 60 mins. Watered lawn 6 p.m.

Wrote Mina.

Monday, Aug. 19, 1996

Called SW Bell re check, referred to Bank of NY. Phillip, very nice.

Called BofA, need checks.

Ate Kmart. To San Jose, Cypress Senior Center. Took yarn, books, needles.

Bought Lotto. To Nordstrom, just looked. Hot.

Home via Albertsons. Got watermelon. Delicious.

Taped PBS, read Bea Wood.

Tuesday, Aug. 20, 1996

Up 9 a.m. Dozed some. Donut/coffee. Talked to Rebo, slow.

"Clayton" is man with granddaughter.

Must check brakes. Did, seems okay.

Washed clothes, ironed, lunch.

To show, "Celestial Clockwork." Fun.

Got cardboard pix of Bea Wood's drawings.

OSH, paint brush. Met woman from La Defense. Talked a bit, shook hands.

Home. News, A&E Silent Witness, Frasier, rerun.

Bed 9:30, no sleep. Finally 10:30 took melatonin.

Wednesday, Aug. 21, 1996

Breakfast at corner. Asked re electric of man w/white beard.

To OSH, got gloves, paint thinner, plant (lamb's ears.)

Bank. H has not cashed check!

Rested a bit, wrote Justine, read papers.

Prepared wood for paint, scraped paint off.

Watered lawn. Neighbors had deck put up. Nice job. Blisters on wood.

Clara barbecue.  Shower/hair.

TV: Law & Order. Bed, read Austen.

Mail: Mina returned tape.

 

Thursday, Aug. 22, 1996

Awake 7:45, up 8:45. To Post Office, mailed Justine's letter.  

To donut/coffee. To OSH, got spray primer.

Worked on “door,” 2 layers of primer.

Mail: Letter from Prudy, 7 pages. She had operation, got cat. Black kitten.

To Kmart, got cookies, Rose. Ran P&P.

Painted blue in afternoon, again tomorrow afternoon. 

Tried Justine, no one home. 4 rings.

TV: Part of  “Two Mules for Sister Sarah,” Law & Order.

Read paper. Bed 10:30.

 

Friday, Aug. 23, 1996

Up 8:45. To Lyon’s. Lilly there, talked. 

To bookstore, Mrs. Pollifax. 

Back to Lyon's, paid waitress $1.

Albertson's, fruit and milk. Ran P&P one hour.

Law &  Order, some 49ers. Not good.

X-Files, alligators. 

Bed, read. No sleep. Some melatonin, too much.

Put part back on side.

Saturday, Aug. 24, 1996

Up 9:15. Washed car, watered lawn. To corner.

Longs, asked about melatonin! To Gottschalk's.

Called Justine, talked long. Send her money in Sept. Start 23rd.

Tiger Woods won semi-finals, Dodgers won over Mets, 7-5.

Back to Gottschalk's, got luggage. Got Lotto.

Home, watched part of Aida, 1989, Placido Domingo.

 

Sunday, Aug. 25, 1996 

Breakfast McDonald's. Walked, Gottschalk's, home.

Lunch, golf. Tiger won but was behind until 38th hole, just eked out. Steve last!

Ran last of P&P, new P&P taped until 7 p.m. 

Ran 1940 P&P 8:30 to 10:30, then ran credits.

Bed. Very sleepy until in bed, then awake!

Wrote Justine, put newspaper clippings in.

Monday, Aug. 26, 1996

Pay State Farm. To Post Office, mailed two letters.

Croissant at corner. Home, tennis.

To Trader Joe's, Drug Emporium.

Called Live Oak, got menu. Read some Pollifax.

To dinner at Live Oak, talked to Fran, Ken, Edith, Dot.

Tennis, Agassi won.

Taped P&P, one goof. 

Read "The Unexpected  Mrs. Pollifax" until 3 a.m.

Tuesday, Aug. 27, 1996

Awake 8 a.m., 5 hours. Up 9 a.m.

Tennis, Sampras, Lindsay Davenport won.

Shower/hair. Lethargic because of no sleep. 

Walked on East Cliff. To Longs for Zinc, vitamins. 

Home, lunch. Ate lots.

Tennis, Mary C. wanted to go to Marie Callender's. No!

Taped P&P. Bed 9:45, slept good.

 

Wednesday, Aug. 28, 1996

Watered lawn, fertilized flowers. To laundromat.

To Louden, forgot no BP. 

Home 11:30. Talked a bit to neighbors. She asked about trip, told her.

Wrote three letters: Sy, Mimi and Y. To Post Office

Home 2:40. Read papers until 4:30.

Tennis. Chang defeated opponent who played very bad. 

Law & Order rerun. Bed, slept good.

Thursday, Aug. 29, 1996

Awake 7:45, up 8:30. Ironed. Tennis.

Agassi won. I left after 1 1/2  sets to Scotts Valley. 

Looked at Gottschalk's, Kmart, 7/11, got crackers.

To show, "Tin Cup." Good. Fun!

Albertsons, Longs, got Tagamet. 

Home 4:30. Tennis, read  papers. 

Breaking story: Richard (Dick) Morris. 

Friday, Aug. 30, 1996

Rent tomorrow. Up 8:30. Watered lawn, fertilized.

Walked on East Cliff. Beautiful, surf's up. 

Breakfast at corner. "Ellie" gave her 5-gal white. Told to move shed.

Tennis: Sampras almost lost to Novak.

Mail: VAL ticket. Wrong address, had 24, not 25.

 

Saturday, Aug. 31, 1996

Rent. Up 8. Breakfast corner. Talked to man with dog.

Tennis til 2. To Gottschalk's, got sweater. T-shirt! 

Back to tennis, Agassi won.

Washed windows on east, readpapers.

Bed early. Read. Not good sleep.