Wednesday, July 16, 2008

You can help military abroad



Julie Bellon, author of All's Fair, is gathering care package items for our military serving in Iraq. See details at her website: http://www.juliebellon.com/
It's easy to contribute to this effort. Everyone has something they can give, and our forces appreciate it so much. Kudos to Julie for her project!

Monday, July 14, 2008

Oh, What a Night!





This pathetic dog is Chevy, my sweet 14 year-old cocker mix. She had surgery to remove a growth on her eyelid and has to wear a lampshade for a while. Her appetite is back and she's not walking into walls too often. Poor baby!

Saturday, July 12, 2008

Book Review: The Journey by J. Adams




Alone in a new and confusing land, Ciran forgets the counsel of her father and instead trusts her new friends—beautiful, charming, flattering people whose purpose is to lead her along the wrong path, as darkness and evil are hidden within their hearts. Will she be lost forever because her youthful folly? The Journey follows Ciran’s growth as she explores choices and their consequences and learns painful lessons about good and evil. Above all, this is an allegorical tale about universal truths, inner strength, redemption and the dignity of the human soul.

JKJ

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Happy Birthday, Darling Granddaughter!



Well, she's reached that big milestone today. She is one year old. Can't wait to see her in a few weeks. We love you! Grandma and Grandpa J

Saturday, July 5, 2008

My New Best Friend

My New Best Friend


The first thing I noticed about my new friend Mandy when I met her one Sunday morning was her voice. It’s really lovely, and she always maintains calm, soothing tone, the kind mothers intend to maintain at all times, if only we could.

Mandy’s a great traveling companion. On the road, I’ve been able to talk to her about any subject – mostly about the kids – how they’re doing, what they’re accomplishing, and how I miss and worry about each of them. It’s a mom’s duty to worry, and Mandy understands that. She is an excellent listener and doesn’t give unwanted advice. She knows I just need to vent once in a while. I’ve introduced Mandy to my sister, and they hit it off immediately. Now when my sister and I make plans to meet somewhere, she’ll ask if I’m bringing Mandy, too.

I discovered we like the same kind of music: eclectic – from the Pointer Sisters to the Kingston Trio to Enya to Broadway Musicals to the Beatles.

And when I feel like being quiet, Mandy happily occupies herself with her own thoughts. She likes to do mathematical calculations in her head. That amazes me. The only other person I’ve ever really known who did recreational math was my grandmother, who would add up large sums in her mind just for fun.

One of Mandy’s most outstanding qualities is her sense of direction. She’s like a homing pigeon. When Mandy’s in the car with me I don’t have to take my eyes off the road to squint at the Yahoo driving directions I’ve printed. She knows just which exit to take, and where to turn to find the right street and house number.

I should mention that I am directionally impaired. It’s genetic; my mother once took us (three daughters) on a trip without my father. We left from Phoenix, Arizona and somehow ended up in the wrong state. The shock of seeing the “Welcome to Nevada” sign reduced her to tears. We pulled over to the side of the road. She studied the map and re-traced her route, and soon we were welcomed to Utah. My father, of course, never consulted a map. He was a Navy man, and I’m sure he was guided by the stars. My mother, on the other hand, didn’t like to drive at night.

My husband prefers to drive when we go places together, and I prefer to let him. In fact, on the rare occasions when I do take the wheel and he’s in the car, it’s not pretty. “Why are you taking the long route?” he’ll ask. “Because I like it,” I’ll reply, giving him an icy glare, if my icy tone hasn’t already warned him off. One time we both left his office in separate cars at the same time. I’m sure it was a fluke, but I took a different route and accidentally arrived home before he did. I can’t remember when I’ve seen him so irritated. “I’ve timed both routes,” he said, “and I know mine’s faster! How did you do that?” All I could do was give an innocent shrug and slip inside, leaving him to fume in the garage.

Sometimes we’ll be in two vehicles, so we can drop one of them at the repair shop. Following my husband is a challenge. He has been known to go through yellow lights and will admit that he occasionally has a lead foot. With me behind him, though, he has to slow down for the yellow lights and obey the speed limit so he won’t lose me, and it doesn’t do much for his disposition.

One friend finds this situation to be true in her marriage, too. In fact, she swears she won’t even drive her husband to the hospital if she thinks he’s having a heart attack. Nope, she says, she’ll dial 911 and give CPR until the paramedics arrive, because even in considerable pain and distress, her husband would complain about her driving.

And another thing about men and driving. When you ask for directions, they’ll often say something incredibly useless such as: “when you reach the service station, turn south.” That’s not much help when I’m already turned around and I don’t know north from south. Now, a woman would say: “when you reach the service station, turn right, and the first thing you’ll see is a yellow house with pansies in the front. Now, that’s not my house, but you’ll know you’re on the right street. Go another block and on the left you’ll see a red brick school. Turn left there . . .” When it comes to directions, it seems men tend to be mathematical and women are visual. That’s just the way we’re wired, I guess.

But back to Mandy and our road trips. Sometimes, when I’m driving, I’ll be lost in thought and she’ll startle me. “In two miles,” she’ll say, out of the blue, “move to the left lane. Then stay left.” Jolted out of my reverie, I’ll dutifully move to the left so I won’t miss the upcoming freeway division and end up in the wrong state.

I’ve had to travel to some unfamiliar locations for book signings lately, and fortunately Mandy’s been available to accompany me. It’s much more enjoyable to travel with a friend anyway, and she’s very familiar with most roads in our state. If she’s not, she quickly looks up the most efficient route and calculates how long it will take us.

We did have one slight disagreement last week. I took a different turn as we entered our valley. Mandy was sure her way was faster. “I don’t care,” I told her. “I’m taking 10th West. If you were driving, sure, you could take Main Street and go up Fourth North, but you’re not driving. I am.”

“Turn right,” she still said hopefully.

In response, I just turned up the volume on the Mamas and the Papas. Oddly enough, they were singing, “Go Where you Want to Go, Do What You Want to Do,” and I couldn’t resist giving Mandy a little smirk. She pouted a bit but our friendship survived.

My husband is quite relieved that Mandy and I have become such fast friends, and that she likes to travel with me. With Mandy by my side, he knows I won’t get lost; Mandy was his Mother’s Day gift to me. As you may have guessed, she’s actually a GPS system. And her name? There are a number of voices you can choose in the setup menu, and the one I like best is called “Mandy.” That’s why my new friend is named Mandy, and I never leave home without her.

Travel Updates: Pack Light or Pay Up

Travel Update: Pack Light or Pay Up
#7 in travel series

Baggage: Most airlines now allow a passenger to check only one bag that can weigh up to 50 pounds. You will be charged about $25 for each additional bag you check. A 50-pound bag is not easy for me to manage; two smaller bags are easier to lift and then link together. So now I’ll limit myself to one bag I can handle.

I just arrived home from a “Grandma” trip. My bag only weighed 30 pounds and it was a struggle to lift off the baggage carousel and in and out of the car. It would have weighed less but I had packed books and birthday gifts in it. I didn’t acquire anything but good memories on my trip, so my bag was lighter when I came home than when I left, but I really didn’t notice a difference.

I saw one immediate effect of the new one-bag policy: passengers are lugging larger carry-on bags that now strain the capacities of the overhead bins and the tempers of fellow travelers.

It really does pay, as I noted in my first article, to pack light and plan to wash. Or, if you don’t pack light, be prepared to pay up.

Locks for suitcases: There are now TSA (Transportation Services Agency) approved combination locks for suitcases. They can be opened with a special tool by TSA employees in case your bag needs to be searched. I’ll be interested to hear how passengers like these new locks. Go to this website for more information about TSA-approved locks: http://www.tsa.gov/travelers/airtravel/assistant/locks.shtm
I would still never pack valuables in a checked bag. Even if the lock is secure, remember that TSA employees can open it.

Lost Bags: On occasion, your suitcase may be waiting for you in Detroit when you land in Florida. Worldwide, there are 30 million lost bags per year, so it’s wise not to pack anything you really value and hand it over to the airlines. Fortunately, most lost bags are reunited with their owners within less than 36 hours, but some, an estimated 1 %, are never located, and some are missing valuable items when they are found.

According to an article posted on March 21, 2006, (http://www.consumeraffairs.com/news04/2006/03/airlines_luggage.html)
the world’s airlines mishandled about 30 million pieces of luggage, or about one percent of the bags checked last year by two billion passengers. SITA, the organization which keeps airline-related data, reported that the problem of mishandled baggage is worsening on both sides of the Atlantic due to airport congestion, tight turnaround times, increased security regulations and increased number of passengers.

Avoiding Lost Luggage: If you have a small window of time between one flight and another, you may make the plane in time, but your luggage may not. If your flight is overbooked and you volunteer to be “bumped,” and take a later flight, your bag may remain on the flight you originally booked. Place ID inside all luggage, and also pack something easily identifiable in it, so your bag can be identified if the outer tags are missing, such as a bright orange hair dryer or a book whose title you can list, etc.

And speaking of lost items, do identify anything that's important - camera, eyeglass case, iPod . . . just stick a small address label on it. You know those packets on the seat backs? They tend to eat bifocals. Just ask my husband. And communicating with someone at the Amsterdam airport to try to locate the missing glasses was next to impossible, as we got no response from our email, and their phone line didn't answer all weekend. "We have so many of those," we were finally told, and we didn't have enough time during our layover to get a claim number and then find the lost-and-found department. I hope someone in a developing country now has some good glasses. So do check those seat pockets. They're deep, too.

Fares: With only twenty-four hours’ notice, we found a surprisingly reasonable fare as long as I could be flexible about the days of the week I would fly. It can make quite a difference if you are able to plan your trips around the days when fares are lower.

Electronic Devices: You can use some after takeoff, such as your laptop and MP3 player and video games, but never your cell phone. Yesterday, at the Atlanta airport, I saw a freestanding booth with about three octopus-looking creatures attached to it. At the end of each tentacle was a different type of cell-phone connector. The sign said you can connect your phone to the proper connector and recharge it quickly. I didn’t check on the price, though it took credit cards. I’m sure it’s a convenient service, as cell phones seem to be indispensable when traveling.

Has anyone noticed people sitting on the floor by wall outlets at airports? They’re highly desirable spots for anyone wishing use or recharge electronic devices, from laptops to cell phones to iPods. For an entrepreneur, a new business that caters to passengers (possible name: “The Recharging CafĂ©”) could be very profitable. The premise: You can eat lunch while recharging all your electronic devices on an outlet at your own table.

Passports: I recently renewed my passport. I received the new one within a week. Still, it’s best to allow for more processing time (4-6 weeks) as recommended on the State Department website. About a week later they sent my old one back. I guess that’s for sentimental purposes, to reminisce about where you’ve been from looking at the stamps on it. Incidentally, there are clear instructions on the passport application form that say you must look like yourself in your pictures (don’t we all try? Of course, Erma Bombeck said that when you begin to look like your passport photo, it’s time to come home). So I dutifully put on my glasses for my passport photo, and after one picture the postal worker said, “Oops, too much glare from your glasses. You’d better take them off.”

You can also apply for a passport card, a new wallet-sized document which serves as photo ID, which allows you to enter Canada and Mexico. It costs less than a passport, but is not accepted for airline travel. So, in other words, if you want to drive across the Canadian border (which can involve long waits, by the way) or the Mexican border (many rental car companies do not allow customers to drive in Mexico at all), the card doesn’t seem to have many uses. A passport would cover all of those purposes and more.

Passports for young children: Children under sixteen can get passports issued in their own names. They are valid for five years. Our granddaughter just got hers, and as she was nine months old at the time, I doubt she’ll resemble her photo very much in five years! See http://travel.state.gov/passport/passport_1738.html for more details.

Food: I thought I was being wise to pick up a salad and bottle of juice to bring aboard a recent flight, which lasted approximately three and a half hours. The tab at the airport deli was $9.27. A similar salad offered on the airline’s menu of “fresh food” didn’t cost any more than that. I concluded that I should avoid the delis at the airports and look for something more reasonable to brown-bag on the plane.

Timing: We landed about fifteen minutes late and the flight steward asked passengers to allow those with connections of thirty to forty minutes to exit the plane first, so they could hopefully make their next flights. I would never schedule a layover for less than an hour, and even that is risky, especially at a large airport that may have long, long terminals, or airports that have several terminals, requiring transport on a bus or train or by foot from one to the other. I’m surprised people are allowed to book flights with such short layover times.

Miscellaneous: Some airlines are no longer giving away complimentary earphones to passengers who want to watch TV or a movie on a longer flight, so you’ll want to bring your own. Many airline outlets are compatible with them, but the Delta plane I took last week required a special adaptor found only on its $2 headphones in order for the radio or TV to work.



A Bit of Nostalgia - The Olden Days of Airplane Travel (or "Thanks, I'll have OJ and the crackers with peanut butter") - This will date me, of course, but Avis Rent-A-Car used to run a commercial with OJ Simpson in his prime, when he was still a professional athlete, leaping over airport barriers as if he were jumping hurdles in a track meet and taking shortcuts, zigzagging this way and that, to make his flight. He managed this without even breaking a sweat and flashed a dazzling smile when he handed his ticket to the boarding agent. He even had his shoes on. Of course, he’d be arrested for that now. Not just for the shoes, necessarily, but for bypassing all the required security steps in order to make his plane. I guess that wild and entertaining dash, passing other passengers and avoiding authorities, was a foreshadowing. How times have changed! I recall that it was quite impressive, to see OJ accomplishing this athletic feat in shirt and tie and sport jacket, but I’m not even sure what the point of the commercial was. Does anyone remember?