Tuesday, April 24, 2018

T Stands For Retirement

Himself has decided to retire from teaching at the college. 32 years has been long enough, besides the retirement package offered to him was too good to pass up. Besides, he'll still be able to teach at the college if he wants to. He will go from being a full-time professor to being an adjunct professor. He can also do other things, too. Teach at other schools closer to home, find something as a chemist in the private sector, start a business, or do  a million items on the Honey Do List.

On his way home from the karate studio, I asked if he had eaten lunch. If he was coming home for lunch, I would wait and have lunch with him. He said he had a better idea. 

"Why don't we go out to lunch to celebrate my retirement. I heard an ad on the radio that the 99 has a special on lobster rolls."

Have lunch? Will travel so off we went to the 99 Restaurant. Like a lot of restaurants it has a sports theme. We were seated in a booth by some Boston Red Sox memorabilia.


This famous photograph captured the excitement of Big Papi's (David Ortiz) Grand Slam ( hitting a home run and driving 3 other runners across home plate for a total of 4 runs to tie the game, the second game of the American League Championship Series in 2013. In the bull pen (where the pitchers warm up), police officer, Steve Horgan, embodies the feelings of a true Red Sox fan. Did Officer Horgan check on Torri Hunter of the Detroit Tigers? No, of course, not. "There's no crying in baseball." Hunter wasn't injured though maybe his pride was that he wasn't able to get a glove on the ball for an out. I rather like the way both player and the police officer mirror the Letter V. Just goes to show you. Boston sports fans are rabid. =^,.^=


We ordered our drinks and an appetizer of Mozzarella Moons. Like mozzarella sticks but shaped like a half moon.

 In a nod to my mother-in-law, I ordered a Raspberry Lime Rickey.  She made the best RLR during the Summer months. My drink wasn't mixed, easily remedied by a couple of stirs with the straw, but I thought the ombre effect was very pretty.


Himself ordered a Pepsi (preferred over Coke) and the waitress brought a small bowl of popcorn. In the olden days at this restaurant chain, they used to bring roasted peanuts and people would throw the shells on the floor. I suppose the staff got tired of sweeping up so the restaurant switched to free bowls of popcorn. The bowls of popcorn have gotten smaller. 


The right field foul pole at Boston's Fenway Park is named after Johnny Pesky, a player during the 1940s and 1950s. For the longest time, I thought the pole was just a nuisance to hitters, i.e. pesky. I didn't realize it was named after a player. Say Good Night, Gracie. 😺


The waitress brought our entree. We each ordered the Hot Buttered Lobster Roll which came with drawn butter, fries (chips), and coleslaw. What no appetizer? She had forgotten to bring them out to us. So she retrieved them and had the manager take the item off our bill.


Drop by hosts, Bleubeard and Elizabeth's blog to find out what the rest of the T Stands For gang is up to. If you want to play, include in your Tuesday post a beverage or container for a beverage. Don't forget to link your blog to Bleubeard and Elizabeth's page.


Monday, April 23, 2018

My Little Corner

Last week's project was getting the computer, scanner/printer, and document scanner into the room. This week is about curbing the paper clutter.


When the document scanner (NeatDesk) was downstairs, I'd put paper into piles that needed scanning, and then shredding. I try to have all my files as electronic files. What happened was piles of paper spawned all over the house either waiting to be electronically filed or shredded. With both the document scanner and the paper shredder in the same room, I'm finding I'm keeping on top of the paper clutter. (So far!)

The tambour next to the paper shredder will corral art papers.


Some work I do involves lettering names on certificates and addressing envelopes. I had flat file space downstairs to place certificates to dry, though I had to keep an eye out that Ink wouldn't decided to lay on the paper, a favorite pasttime of his.

There isn't a lot of space in this room so I needed some sort of paper drying rack. I found one that would hang on the inside of the closet door, but then thinking about it, I realized it would be neat and not practical. I'd have to constantly get up and down after lettering to bring the sheet to the drying rack. Not very efficient.

I found this Rue Panel Ladder which I thought would suit my needs. It can be used 3 different ways. It can stand on a table as I have it, hung on a wall, or stretched on a table or the floor.

After the larger certificates are lettered, I can just slide the paper into the rack to dry.


For envelopes and small items, I used a Slinky stretched between 2 cup hooks on my writing desk downstairs. I thought I would rig up some sort of wooden thing, but then found a couple of large bulldog clips. The clips are attached to the outside edge of the plastic tool tray that came with the drafting table. A towel keeps the metal Slinky from scratching the glass top. For even smaller items, I swap out Slinky for a Slinky Jr.. pictured in the middle of the desk.


One reason I got the glass top drafting table was with a light source underneath it could double as a light box. Handy when doing repetitive lettering like certificates or envelopes. I had bought some LED strip lights which I thought were going to work out, but last week for some odd reason, they shorted out.

Back to the Big Orange Box Store and I found these battery operated LED puck lights. No cords to deal with and cheap. 3 for $10.97 plus tax. I bought a second set if three lights aren't enough to be able to see through certificates or envelopes.



Sunday, April 22, 2018

How Does Your Garden Grow?


The week began with sleet and freezing rain (I cried)


that turned into torrential rain. The swale that runs along my side of the street was a white water river. We were doing fine until the sump pump decided to go on a coffee break for whatever reason and some water seeped into the basement. I cried 


The daffodils were ready to


bloom.


Out of focus buds on the Japanese maple tree.


The mountain laurel sprung up overnight. It's not looking too good.


The overgrown honeysuckle vine is starting to bud. Someone should have cut it back.


Inside, Reggie's Magic Seeds (morning glories) have sprouted. I was hoping for more plants.  It will still be a week or two before these can go in the ground in Ink's garden.

How does your garden grow?


Friday, April 20, 2018

The Friday Five Good Things

Five good things that happened this week.

1.  All set to do my civic duty and go to jury duty, and I received an email saying I didn't need to report. Gained a day!

2. Planted Reggie's Magic Seeds

3. Nice lunch with a friend to discuss seating and place card ideas for her daughter's Cinderella wedding.

4. Went with my friend, Teague, on a cemetery hop to Mt. Auburn Cemetery to find the grave of my great uncle Vincent, the Judge. Seems there's a bit of a mystery  and a family secret. We also found Teague's great aunt in Mt. Feakes Cemetery. Back to Teague's house and while poking at Uncle Vincent's mystery, she found Uncle Francesco, the blind baker Dad talked about. I had an incorrect spelling of his name.

5. Enjoyed a great lunch at the D Line Diner in Watertown.

How was your week?

Thursday, April 19, 2018

Throwback Thursday - The Notebook

To clear up some confusion, the Notebook passages posted on Throwback Thursday were written by my father and found by me after he passed away. They were his attempt to tell the family history. He was in his late 80s or early 90s when he wrote them. Today's chapter:

At 14, in 1933, I met a man at the playground of my Daniel Webster schoolyard. [ed: This man, is Charlie Arnold who would become Dad's mentor] It never had been open for Summers. And closed whenever school was out, holidays and Saturday and Sundays.

So the only place we had [ed: to play] was the street and we would go over the fence and also be on the lookout for the police officer. He had a key to the Donald McKay School and wold go through the front and exit into the school yard. And we would run to scale the 8 foot chain-link fence and make our get away. At times this would be on the street where we would run into one of the building, go up the roof and jump from rooftop to rooftop and escape that way. And we knew which roof doors were open.

We also would go to the railroad yards and throw rocks at the train and the men in in the engine sector would throw coal at us. We wanted this because although it was soft coal and smelled gassy, we would go down a cellar for a picnic and light a fire. And due course we would be coughing and choking and get out of there when some woman would set up the alarm. And come down to chase us out of the cellar.

In fact, my best friend, Leonard Russcetti (Len Russ) when he mastered the violin and had an orchestra came to my house in Cambridge when he was in a theater ticket line and met up with my brother, Mario. He asked about me. And at that time I was studying to become a lawyer. Mario gave him my telephone and we set up a date. We had a nice time and he said "You know we had 10 family members and every time we heard that you had gotten in some episode, we would make bets as to what year, month, and date that the State would pull the switch on the electric chair at the State's prison on Cherry Hill in Charlestown. Time we would at midnight.

Anyway, we had a nice time playing all kind of games. As this Summer was coming to a close, he [ed: Charlie Arnold] said that he would be at Marginal St. in September and said that he would open a center and we should go. It would be fun.

I went along with other boys and the place was the old government building immigrants that came to America got off the ship at the landing across the street and were checked for passports etc. It was not used anymore and the Government turned that over to the Center Board Director, Charlie Arnold, or Skipper as he wanted to be called or Skip. He lived up the top floor with his wife and child. And in a sense I would sort of get a life at that time. I could also go to the big library and check out 4 books and I enjoyed every book I took out.