La versión en español está después de la versión en inglés.
I wrote this entire blog post, saved it — twice, and when I reopened it, all the text was gone. WordPress! The first version had Pulitzer potential.
San Geraldo made lentil soup last night, which was delicious. We finished off the apple cake for dessert.
I’m about to attempt to get an appointment with a notary. I hope this is the final paperwork to close out My-Mother-the-Dowager-Duchess’ estate. We had to open an estate account when she died. Nearly six years later and it’s still open. The bank has changed hands three times since then, and not once did they let us know. Then they changed the mailing address and didn’t tell us when we were told to send the cancellation letter. Then they changed the requirements. Rules aren’t made for everyone, I guess.
I’m getting my teeth cleaned at 12:30 today. Very exciting.
I think the battery needs to be replaced on my iPad. I’ll do that tomorrow. There’s just already too much to do today. My arm is better every day, but still not safe for a full workout. I get more annoyed with each passing day. I have an appointment with my doctor tomorrow evening, to review the blood work that started this. She’ll hear all about it.
The tree trimmers have been making their way around town. They’ve got machines. When we had our hotel in Palm Springs, we had the palm trees trimmed once a year. Otherwise, falling fronds could be deadly. No machines for us. A couple of guys would arrive and one would shimmy up the trees to do the trimming with a handtool. Some trees were taller than the ones across the street.
Escribí toda esta publicación de blog, la guardé, dos veces, y cuando la volví a abrir, todo el texto había desaparecido. WordPress! La primera versión tenía potencial Pulitzer.
San Geraldo hizo sopa de lentejas anoche, que estaba deliciosa. Terminamos la tarta de manzana de postre.
Estoy a punto de intentar conseguir una cita con un notario. Espero que este sea el papeleo final para cerrar el patrimonio de Mi-Madre-la-Duquesa-Viuda. Tuvimos que abrir una cuenta patrimonial cuando ella murió. Casi seis años después y todavía está abierto. El banco ha cambiado de manos tres veces desde entonces, y ni una vez nos avisaron. Luego cambiaron la dirección postal y no nos dijeron cuándo nos dijeron que enviáramos la carta de cancelación. Luego cambiaron los requisitos. Las reglas no están hechas para todos, supongo.
Me voy a limpiar los dientes hoy a las 12:30. Muy emocionante.
Creo que la batería necesita ser reemplazada en mi iPad. Lo haré mañana. Ya hay demasiado que hacer hoy. Mi brazo está mejor cada día, pero aún no es seguro para un entrenamiento completo. Me enfado más cada día que pasa. Tengo una cita con mi médico mañana por la noche, para revisar el análisis de sangre que inició esto. Ella se enterará de todo.
Los podadores de árboles han estado recorriendo la ciudad. Tienen máquinas. Cuando teníamos nuestro hotel en Palm Springs, hacíamos podar las palmeras una vez al año. De lo contrario, la caída de hojas podría ser mortal. No hay máquinas para nosotros. Llegaban un par de muchachos y uno trepaba por los árboles para podarlos con una herramienta manual. Algunos de nuestros árboles eran más altos que los del otro lado de la calle.
Click the thumbnails. The Twizy will be almost actual size..
Haz clic en las miniaturas. El Twizy será casi de tamaño real.
34 thoughts on “Lentils, palms, and a notary / Lentejas, palmeras, y un notario”
Those are tall trees. When I closed out my father’s checking account, I was able to go into the bank. They looked up the balance, wrote me a check, then said, oh no, it earned 3-cents in interest, we have write you a check for that, or the account will start accumulating $20 a month in service charges. I was lucky to be able to do it in person.
Settling my mother’s estate, as you know, was quite the clusterF#@%. The worst is done. And at least this account isn’t costing us anything.
Wow, that palm tree got quite a trim!
They look like Dr. Seuss’ truffula trees when they’re done but they quickly grow and settle into something more natural.
Nope, I loved climbing trees as a kid but a stick with a frond wig on it? Nope.
Ditto. Although I wasn’t the most daring of tree climbers to begin with. However, Dale nicknamed The Kid Brother “Monkey.” From the age of 3, he was always climbing trees.
‘Hair cuts’ all round!!…..good thing.
That sunset shot is beautiful.
Red tape and bureaucracy can be the worst!!
My mother’s estate was a major headache. So glass it’s nearly finished — unless there are still surprises to come.
Those pesky aches, pains, and bodily changes can definitely be challenging and limiting. I’m not sure how others take these things in stride. Suggestions welcome.
For some mysterious reason I can no longer sign in to WordPress to comment, even though I am “logged in” — I used to have an avitar with my comment…very confused!
Mine never works now for wordpress or blogger when I’m on my iPad. I give up.
Well, this pesky pain is a result of a phlebotomist who didn’t remove the needle correctly. So frustrating when it could have been avoided.
My arm suffered a much smaller blood flood the first time I tried to give blood. I was already nervous about it, and then I ended up with the person not being able to find my vein, so she moved the needle around under my skin and I ended up with a big, wide red/purple then yellow/green very sore, tender spot on my arm… just like you, except without the huge hematoma, and not quite as large of an area. It was sore, or at least tender, for weeks, I think. So, I can relate to your worse situation!
The Flamenc Fitness or whatever their name was, were fun to watch — thanks for sharing that inspiration 🙂 Seeing SG’s gorgeous dessert creations is also an inspiration, which leads to more need of Fitness inspiration.
My arm is almost always bruised and sore after a blood draw or even a flu shot. It’s just how I’ve always been (a sensitive little flower). But this has been way over the top. I can’t believe the woman moved the needle around under your skin!!! Even I know, with no training, that that should not be done. FitFlamc appears to very successful brand that started in Córdoba and has expanded all over Southern Spain. The trainers do appear to have a blast. And the music is so good. When I post my videos on YouTube, they get thousands of views (well, one got only 1.3k).
That palm tree was in dire need of trimming! LOVE the sunset photos — amazing crepuscular rays. (I learned that term from blogger Robin, who’s always posting about the sky.)
I must say, even with all the drama Blogger regularly subjects us to, I have only once lost a blog post. And that was my own fault, when I hit a button misunderstanding what it would do. I know never to hit that button again!
Ooh, thanks for the crepuscular rays! I learned something new. Thanks to Robin! I realized the loss of data on WordPress was the result of my forgetting that I was using my reusable blocks when I entere the data and WordPress, despite my settings, doesn’t remember it until I change the reusable block to one-time use for the specific post. So, kind of my fault.
So sorry for your Pulitzer loss! Another reason I will never blog, besides no attention span and pure laziness. Second generation San Diegan here, and I still loathe palm trees! I hope your arm gets better, Scoot.
Oh, how I love palm trees. The arm is taking forever. But it hasn’t kept me awake the last two nights, so major progress.
Well, I don’t care for lentils either, but I didn’t want to be a total downer, what with you in your delicate arm condition. My kissing the boo-boo (that sounds a bit gross) usually works. I guess it weakens when done cyberly. Take care, I worry.
Susan’s grandkids calls this recipe “Jerry’s Lentils” and the one who hates all beans and lots of other things, loves Jerry’s Lentils. And, yeah, thanks for the cyber boo-boo kisses, but it’s still not better… although still improving. Don’t worry, though, I saw the doctor yesterday. She was appalled but inspected it and said it’s nothing to worry about.
we had all our tress trimmed last summer. It was thrilling to watch the guys climb the trunk and hand sever the branches. (What can I say? I’m easily entertained.)
So am I!
It sounds as though you need a slew of good stuff to smile about. I believe its underway, especially because of that gorgeous picture of streams of sunlight between buildings.
Take care, Mitchell.
San Geraldo was out picking up pizza and Dudo and went to watch for him from the back windows. That’s what faced me. Wow. According to Steve via Robin, they’re called crepuscular rays.
I love the photos of the sky you’ve included here, Mitchell. Very pretty! Six years to close out your mother’s estate? What a nightmare. I’m sorry. I hope it can finally be resolved. Speaking of your family, how is Chuck? I’ve been meaning to send him a card, and since I have a few upcoming family birthdays, I’ll be shopping for cards soon and will find something cool to send to him. I think of him often and wish I lived closer and could go meet him (and check on him) in person. Please tell him I said hello the next time you talk to him!
Oh, thanks for asking about Chuck. I will write about him again soon. He’s doing great and will be thrilled by a card from you. I told him about Polly and her jump into the hammock with you. You would love him and he would love you — and he’s kind of picky!
Are there “Watch for Falling Fronds” signs?
Walt the Fourth:
There should be. They can be really dangerous and have to be regularly maintained. It was cool to wander in the nature reserves in Palm Springs (well, honestly, it was hot) where the trees grew naturally without trimming. Some shed naturally while others were completely wrapped by dead fronds all they way to the ground and were stunning.
I did that in Borrego Springs, a little farther south. And it was “cool.” And hot.
Walt the Fourth:
I don’t think we ever made it to Borrego Springs. But those oases are amazing.
I’ve had my own problems with posts disappearing.
For whoever survives me, my estate should be easy to settle. Just put it all in a U-Haul and take it to Goodwill.
My mother’s estate became a bit of a headache simply because of one cluster of things she hadn’t added my name to. And then being in another country made every process a major event. Haven’t given much thought to our estates. We figure there won’t be any money left by the time we go.
That’s a biblical sky
Ps I’m in Barcelona in Oct
Want to meet?
Oh that would be so much fun. I’ll see what I can afford after our month in Norway. Thanks!