A day in the life … but not just any day


Today’s post will be snippets of my life from yesterday day, with thoughts and observations therefrom. It was my 51st birthday.

Yesterday began with a trip to our “local” IKEA store in Merriam, KS. My wife and I arrived prior to the 9:30 a.m. opening of the store. The sliding doors to the store weren’t activated yet, and they were still locked.

We went to the Cafe for breakfast. IKEA has their cheap breakfast for $1 that we both usually get, but since it was my birthday I splurged a whole extra dollar and got the Swedish-American breakfast for $2. The crepes and the ligonberry jelly were a special treat, but not something I think I need to get every time I go to IKEA.

We did our usual wandering through the display floor, and discussed a lot of ideas from their small house models for the intended renovations of our our house “when we have money”. It is always funny how much fun there can be in envisioning potential futures for our house.

The one thing we did look to purchase was a light fixture for the son’s room. We looked at a lot of fancy fixtures, and then found a simple fixture that seemed nice — but we couldn’t figure out where the bulb screwed into it, and couldn’t find any of the GX53 bulbs that it said it took. So eventually we found an even simpler model that used regular screw-in bulbs.

From IKEA it was to the Wellness Center at work for Yoga Class. It was a day off work, but it was also the first day for the new Yoga Instructor, and I am glad I went to class: I learned at least one new thing — that will probably take me a few months to actually do right, of course.

From that it was on to lunch at 54th St. Grill. We had a $10 off coupon for a bill of at least $25. So we went by the prices on the menu and added up a nice lunch that added up to $25.08. But when the bill came out, it was $24.71. One of the items was a different price. Yet they took the coupon.

The day ended with a visit to the chiropractor, who adjusted another tense muscle throwing off my left leg, and then off to Festival Foods for supper — picking up their Monday chicken dinner specials.

I almost forgot the crowning event of the birthday: the cake baked by my daughter, presented with lighted candles. The candles were reused ones from years of birthdays — They got their final use, Monday, for my 51st cake.



Back in January I wrote about the flowering of my indoor dwarf lemon tree. I am glad to report at this time that I now have at least 10 very young, very green, very small lemons growing on my tree. That isn’t many compared to all the blossoms it had, but in all the history of the tree I think we’ve had maybe 2 lemons make it to the yellow stage, and never 10 green ones all at once.


How many young lemons can you see?

The tree is also sending out new blossoms, so the possibility of  more lemons is there.

Back in January I had asked about pollination, and gotten several suggestions. I had tried the Q-tip pollination method, but have no idea whether that actually succeeded, or whether these lemons are from other blossoms that did themselves.


New lemons, dying blossoms…

Now my question is, how long does it take? The one article I looked up, indicated that the tree, with the right “weather” conditions, could bloom and bear fruit year-round. And from blossom to fruit could be 6-9 months. So since those blossoms were in January, I’m guessing fruit could ripen from July to October. That is a pretty broad timeframe.

So, after years, will I finally get a “crop”, or will something blight my harvest?


A Blast of the Past #91: India, Part 2


My visit to India saw some of the upper and lower class conditions of the country, though mostly the upper class, I will admit. I stayed in a 5-star Marriott hotel, one that was often a location for Bollywood movies being shot in Mumbai, which is India’s movie “capital” as well as its major financial center.

But I also did get to see some street life, including cows on the streets — something I had obviously heard of about India. Most of my travels were during the afternoon and early morning, since I worked a shift that corresponded to daytime back in the United States.

I found the adaption of new and old, East and West, fascinating, and marveled at India, and the vibrancy of its life, and of its representative, secular society.

The use of motorcycles by multiple persons, and the honking, and how efficient it all was, was another fascinating thing.

My one story/recollection about motorcycles is actually from the short segment of a TV show I watched one morning before going to bed. This young woman was talking to a  friend about what happened to her, and we got to see the scene she described in her mind played out on the screen. She was driving a car, and saw a family — father, mother, young daughter — riding a motorcycle. the girl was clutching a doll and slowly falling asleep. As the woman telling the story saw the girl slowly slipping, she tried to find a way to maneuver to make the parents realize what was happening, but could never get there.

Then just as the girl was about to fall, and her doll started falling, a young, handsome guy on a motorcycle swooped by and caught the doll and the girl and saved them. The woman’s attention then turned to the guy. She kept trying to catch up with him in traffic, but could never quite get to him.

There aren’t really marked lanes in India, the cars and motorcycles fill the space as practically as possible. So at one point she and the guy finally pulled up, stopped, at the same light, She was at the left end of the row of vehicles, and he was on the right. She caught the attention of the cyclist next to her, and got them to signal each other down the row of vehicles until the one nearest the guy was just ready to tap him and tell him to look at the girl — when the light changed, and he rode off, never realizing what she was trying to do.

That is where I turned off the TV. But that blend of romance, within a society that is still primarily arranged marriages, and the cultural use of motorcycles, seemed so Indian, and yet so modern, to me, a successful example of how well thy blend the influences, and yet make them their own. I expected that somewhere in the show the girl was going to run into the guy again, but I never waited to find out.