Beer Etiquette

Jimmy is the maintenance man at my condo.  He has a southern drawl, is easy on the eyes and though he doesn’t know it has given me many tips on how to live southern.  As an aside, Donna please do not be concerned I am not after him.

This morning as I left the condo Jimmy walked by and we chatted.  Jimmy loves to chat and I enjoy our conversations.  He told me once again our sprinkler system had broken and he would have to dig up the tubing.  This is a big job and since our condos are over 50 years old they, like humans have things that break.  Since he leaves at noon I told him to go home and have a beer to forget it.

Unsure what I did wrong I noted Jimmy’s chagrin.   He laughed and said let me tell you how it goes with beer.  You don’t drink if you are going to work and only after 5 on Thursday, Friday and Saturday with Sunday being the exclusion.  I had been educated as I wondered about my fellow neighbors since I am not a drinker except for the occasional 3 ounces of Merlot deemed for health reasons.

Concluding our conversation Jimmy drove off in his golf cart laughing saying, “Now you know Beer Etiquette.”  Another southern lesson learned.

Insurance Changes


After Hurricane Matthew I had to change insurances. While no damage to my condo occurred, the insurance doubled. Also, since the car insurance was with the same insurer I lost my multi-package discount.

In my search, I discovered a new way to find insurance by using an insurance broker. Christine was a delight to work with and the process easy.  I never even had to speak with her as it was all done via email and on line.

She found me a condo policy where I was paying the same premium as before.  I never heard of the place but their logo is an elephant with a trunk raised and since elephants are a good Feng Shui omen I took it as a sign and eagerly signed up.

The car insurance rate was equally as good but it had a caveat that if I wanted the good driver’s rate I had to use their beeper for the duration of the first premium. This duration was six months.

When I received the gadget in the mail I dutifully installed in under the wheel. This was no easy feat and I began to think unkindly toward the company. I read all the information associated with the gadget and knew I would be monitored for hard stops.  In order to achieve the good driver rate it was key to have minimal or no hard stops. The little voice in my head began to alarm as I thought of driving amongst all the St. Augustine tourists who are lost and potential sudden stops would occur.

As fate would have it the little voice was correct and besides hard stops if I didn’t decelerate within 10 car lengths of a stop sign or light I received a beep.  What began as a game had become a migraine headache.  Driving became a personal hell in my attempt to not hear a beep.

On my first day driving a squirrel appeared out of nowhere and I had to decide do I kill it or get a beep?  For those squirrel lovers, I chose the latter. I never did figure out how to stop the beeps.  Even when I decelerated appropriately a beep occurred.

At the end of my time with the beeper I lost all faith in the insurance company and of course my good driving discount did not continue.  When I received a quote $20 less than the beeper insurance company I took it. I gratefully repackaged the sucker placed it in the mail and thanked God that Liberty Mutual gave me a better quote.


Saving Energy

Ever since I was in second grade at West Albany Elementary School in Colonie, N.Y.  I have been conscious of the need to save energy.  It was during this time that we all banded together to flip the light switch constantly while our teacher was speaking with the principal in the hallway.

Principal Tebane was a gentle man of Italian decent and rarely raised his voice or eyebrow.  Upon seeing these flashes, he returned our teacher to the room and gave us all a stern talk on the use of energy.  Most of us thought our parents would be billed for our prank by the time the talk ended.

Fast forward to the 21st century as I continue to be an energy saver.  I have researched everything on energy saving and read all I can about it.  I delight in the Florida Power and Light emails (yes, someone reads these), and try to incorporate their ideas into my home.

I am unsure if everyone knows this but if you leave an appliance plugged in constant energy runs through the cord thus costing money.  Therefore, since energy is money I unplug the microwave and printer after each use, and leave only certain lamps plugged in the wall.  I consider this a reward as the more I do this the more money I save thereby giving be more money for travel.  I’m planning a Northern Europe cruise as my next venture, guess I’ll have to start using flashlights.

Ben and Jerry’s Old Flavor

Just heard Bernie Sanders threw his hat in the ring. He says he’s going to win. While good ole Bernie has his heart in the right place and I’ll vote for him if he’s the candidate I sure wish someone else would get the nod.

However, ABT is my slogan and if he’s picked sobeit. I guess I’ll just have to forgive Bern cause if he didn’t run the last time we wouldn’t be in this mess. And as an aside, is he a democrat? I could never figure that out either.

Forgiveness is a wonderful thing.


(Anybody but trump)

If you agree, it’s Kathleen and if you don’t it’s still Kathleen..

A Day Without Trump is a Day With Sunshine

As I travel through Thailand I see many billboard pictures of the king and his family. He’s not smiling in the land of smiles and I wish he was. He’s quite handsome and would look even better if he smiled. Someone should let him know. Perhaps he’ll read this post. Ha! Ha!

I digress.. Americans we see our president quite frequently, he’s ubitquious. Of course, that goes with the territory as he was and sadly remains a sort of fake news/reality TV star even though he is the leader of the free world. Maybe someone should tell him that.

It would be easier dealing with him if he was still a TV star. In that way we’d only have to see him once a week because quite frankly I get sick of looking at him.

I’d like a day where he’s totally blocked from the news or better yet one day a week. I think that’s only fair as Americans and the whole world is sick of him and the craziness from his tweets.

This is something that needs to be said and hope you get a laugh from it. If you like what’s said it’s Kathleen and if you don’t it’s still Kathleen.

Designer Sunglasses

I found a pair of designer sunglasses in an airport about a year ago. When I went to return them the gal at the desk sighed telling me if you like them, keep them. Apparently no one ever comes back or calls for these items. So, I kept them.

While these sunglasses were large, black, sexy and had movie star quality I was enamored with my Dollar Tree pinkies so I stashed the sexy ones in a drawer. When Flamingo (the pink sunglasses) got too scratched I decided to bid her adieu and began to use the sexy ones.

As I wore them I noticed they did not act as Flamingo had. While they were sexy and heads turned when I wore them, they fogged every time I donned them. I now know why my sexy designer sunglasses were left in the airport. They came without windshield wipers.

See You at Two


Texting is new to me.  My doctor’s office texted me today.  I was so proud of myself when they confirmed back as I am not tech savvy.

For those of us caught in the technology flurry and don’t have a seven-year-old child or grandchild we are in trouble.  At times, I find myself asking people on the street for assistance with the phone.  I wonder if what they actually tell me is true but am at their mercy and do it anyway.  Will there come a time when I will no longer be able to make a call or much worse pay a bill?  I struggle with this.

Later in the day I see I have received another text.  This is the first time I have received texts from two separate entities.  I am excited texting back after I receive the “How are you?” inquiry.  I proceed to say doing better I’m starting to blog.  I hear a ping but see nothing but the entities phone number above my first text so I continue to text how I am and what I am now doing.

I have done 5 entries with no response; however, I continue to hear the ping.  I know someone is on the other end but unsure why I cannot see what they have written.  As I look at the top of the screen I realize I have been texting my doctor’s office.  I can’t imagine the chatter that is occurring as they read my texts.  See you at two.

Whatever Happened to Wallpaper?

The other day I walked into my kitchen bemoaning its beige walls and a thought popped into my head- wallpaper!  For those who grew up in the 50’s, 60’s and 70’s every kitchen had this perky little item on their kitchen walls.  And to educate those unaware wallpaper would come with fruits, vegetables, coffee pots, and spices on it.

This was not a new revelation for me as ten years ago I had the itch to wallpaper again but when I went to the hardware stores I was literally laughed out of the place.  A man in his fifties, usually about 100 pounds overweight would look me in the eye like I was insane saying, “Lady, that went out with the horse and buggy.”  Since then I am grateful these stores have sensitized men to our female needs and recently while shopping in one of these stores a female employee responded to my wallpaper query, “Amazon.”

So, to Amazon I went.  While Amazon is putting main stream shopping out of business I delight in having door to door service.  To hear the wrap on the door and discover it is the USPS worker makes my heart sing.  Someone has saved me from lugging heavy over-sized boxes and other back breaking items into a cart, to the car and up flights of stairs.  I need to write Jeff Bezos a thank you note.

While Amazon did not have a selection of wallpaper I was referred to Steve’s whose selection included a cache of wallpaper for $4.95 a single roll.  Even though I fell for the $12.95 roll economics told me this was the route to go and I could live without flowers. The order form was bliss and the site’s FAQs gave installation tips. I was in wallpaper heaven.

My valued rolls arrived in 3 days and I spent the next sixteen hours merrily measuring and applying water to my pre-pasted wallpaper strips.  I eagerly matched the fruits of the strips to perfection and my heart soared.  The kitchen had become a work of art.

To my dismay twelve hours into the project I realized I had not ordered enough magical paper.  Frantic I went to the site and luckily found my selection was a guarantee re-order.  New rolls arrived shortly and when the rolls arrived and task completed I gazed in amazement at what I accomplished.

Wanting to put my signature even further on my work I art I merrily cut apples, oranges, strawberries, and pears from the left-over paper adding to the design. Since completing this work of art I have never walked into my kitchen again without a smile. Perhaps now I may even cook or better yet wallpaper professionally.


Pinky is Lost!


For those who don’t know it Pinky is my cellphone.  I believe all items should be named.  Well, I lost her a few hours ago but now she is found.  I call her she as her temperament can sometimes be reflective of a woman in the wrong time of the month and today it seems to be that time.

Since I had checked in the couch I decided to move to the car thinking I had dropped her there.  While checking a neighbor came by and called her several times.  Since there was silence in the car we moved to the house calling again and voila she began to chirp.  Low and behold she was hidden in the upper cushions of the couch.  Now, how did she ever get there?

While Pinky and I don’t always see eye to eye I was grateful for her return as she has become a friend, confidant and sometimes savior. Perhaps through this loss and subsequent find there will be a healing in our relationship.  I have committed myself to learn more about her and who knows maybe I’ll even come to understand her APs, noises and odd signs.  Isn’t that what every relationship is about?

Getting a Will Done


Today I went and updated my will.  I have been doing these myself for the last 30 years, but today I officially paid the $495 and went to a real lawyer.  He was a delightful young man in his late 20’s, pleasant, well-groomed and handsome.  I have to return in two weeks for signing but to tell the truth I’m looking forward to this as it was rather painless and will give me another event for my senior calendar.

The legal aid attorney had been giving classes at the local library for the last few months.  I’ve learned interesting things such as senior scams, paying for a nursing home, health care proxies and finally wills.  She was quite humorous and forthright in her presentation so I marked my calendar to get this done!

I was concerned if this was the right timing as paying for the will is a chunk of change however once again Father Tim came through.  In his sermon today discussing Sara, Abraham’s wife who died at 127 he mentioned the need to plan so our descendants are covered.  I took this as a sign I did the right thing.

Since I travel extensively no one knows when the time will come.  I was in Brussels Airport as they were arresting the Paris terrorists, in the Holy lands when a West Point graduate was murdered and on a plane in Portugal when a woman went psychotic.

When the woman began running up and down the plane aisle attempting to open the airline door my traveling companion woke me.  As a psych nurse, she thought maybe I could do something. After some coaxing she calmed and for the remaining 45 minutes of the flight I sat next to her.

Since the woman was African she spoke a language no one on the plane knew but my gentle smile seemed to calm her 250 pounds plus frame.  While the stewardess thanked me, and said I would get a note from the airlines as well nothing arrived from Portugal Air except all of us safely.

Moral of the story as always Father Tim is right and my affairs are now in order. After reading my blog I hope you do the same. And if you are in need of a cute, pleasant lawyer in St. Augustine just shoot me an email.