What keeps me so darned busy?
December 8, 2014 –
With each passing week, my Google calendar is filled with more and more colored
blocks, some of them overlapping. ‘Tis
the season.
Tom has joined another
band. This is number 5 or 6, I
think. It is a concert band that
actually rehearses (!) and he attended one of the rehearsals, at Whiskey Creek,
two days before Thanksgiving.
He forgot to pick up
the Thanksgiving pie on his way home from that, so we hopped in the van
together and went to pick it up on that Tuesday, late afternoon.
One of the island real
estate, McCallion & McCallion, was giving the pies away to all of their
customers and colleagues. When we arrived
at that time of day, the place was busy with people popping in to say hello and
get a pie. It turned out to be a
pleasant, short social occasion, and we had a nice opportunity to chat with
Andy, the surveyor.
We really need for
Andy to go back and re-stake our home site at Cooley Hammock, because when the
first load of fill dirt arrived for the house pad, the workers obliterated the
stakes that mark where the house goes.
New dirt was soon to arrive, and new stakes are needed. Andy promised to do the work soon.
The pies were homemade
creations by a woman in Cape Coral. We
selected apple, and it was good.
Since there were only
five of us for Thanksgiving, I’d opted for an organic turkey, which I picked up
from the butchers at Bailey’s General Store the day before the feast. I thought the turkey was a bit tough, so I
probably won’t do that again. Organic
chicken is good, but turkey, maybe not so much.
My mom’s birthday was
also on Thanksgiving day, so she also received a piece of cake with a lighted
candle for dessert.
My brother and
sister-in-law from Iowa were in town, and they were the family present to help
us celebrate. After dinner, we went for
a little outing to Cooley Hammock. Mom
then treated us to dinner at Shell Point, where she lives, two nights
later. There’s a good restaurant there
called the Palm Grill, and they serve an excellent prime rib special on
Saturday evenings.
Even though I met my
term limits as president of Committee of the Islands, I’m still on the board
and the executive committee, and so I still have plenty of meetings to
attend. I had one of those on that
Saturday morning, in preparation for the Sanibel city council meeting on the
following Tuesday.
But the next day, we
had another fun social occasion, a Sunday brunch with friends at Neal and
Sherry’s condo by the sea. This was a
group of Francophiles who’d all been to France this past summer. We had plenty to talk about, and so the brunch
went on for hours. We enjoyed that time
immensely.
On Monday, I got to work
on planning the COTI 40th anniversary party, which will be in
mid-January. There is so much to do, so
many details to arrange! Later in the
afternoon, I was fooling around with my smart phone while waiting to get my
annual mammogram, and I inadvertently did a Facebook check-in at the HealthPark
outpatient clinic, where I was sitting at the time. Oh, did that ever cause a flurry of concern
among my friends. They thought I might
be sick, because I’d been so quiet on Facebook, and voila! Now I was at a medical clinic! I had to assure them that I was only there
for routine matters.
I made a mental note
to beware of that check-in button.
The Tuesday city
council meeting was long, as usual, but full of interesting and some disturbing
items of discussion. The meeting started
out very pleasantly, however, because the council did a proclamation in support
of Zonta International’s Just Say No to
Violence Against Women campaign. I
and a number of my Zonta sisters were there, wearing orange, and some carrying Just Say NO signs. The city manager took a photo of us receiving
the proclamation, and immediately posted it on Facebook while the meeting was
in progress. What a multi-tasker!
City Manager Judie Zimomra's photo of our Zonta Club receiving a proclamation from Mayor Kevin Ruane. |
I’ll write more about
the important issues that were before the council at a later time, because I
know they will be coming up again.
That Tuesday evening,
we were invited to dinner at our next-door neighbors’ home, and once again, we
had a great time with friends. This
couple is only here seasonally; otherwise, they live in Kansas City. He’s been retired for a couple years, and she
is just now retiring from the Kansas City
Star.
Wednesday was a big
meeting day, starting off bright and early with the regular Zonta business
meeting at 7:30AM. Needless to say, it
is a breakfast meeting, and the catering is done by Chef Karl Hamme of
Bailey’s.
Karl is a
multi-talented young man whose many abilities include playing the saxophone. His dad, Al Hamme, is a well-known saxophone
(and other woodwinds) player who founded the jazz program at Binghamton
University in New York state in 1964.
So I always have
plenty to chat about with Karl when I see him – food, and jazz.
The afternoon was
taken up by a meeting of the membership committee at my church. There I showed
the others my latest compilation of recent home buyers on Sanibel, to whom we
are sending a nice, warm welcome letter and information about the happenings at
Sanibel Congregational Church. I get the
data from the Lee County Property Appraiser web site, but then I have to do
quite a bit of editing, weeding, and re-typing to get it into shape for the
office manager to send the letters out.
This most recent batch, covering the period from June through September,
included 136 new homeowners! The
island’s citizens are changing.
The final meeting of
the day was to plan yet another party, the Mardi Gras fundraiser for the
below-market-rate housing program on Sanibel.
My job is “music and sound,” which entails bringing the popular Blue
Dirt Dixieland Jazz band to play at the event and overseeing the set-up and use
of a bigger sound system than was used at last year’s party.
Our party planning
meetings are on the site of the party, The Dunes Golf Club House, where I was
delighted to find that recent upgrades have included lots of new electric
outlets on the posts of the picnic shelter where the band will be playing. Life will be so much easier with juice on
every post!
The next day,
Thursday, I had a grueling, tedious, time-consuming, and fascinating task: proofreading and copyediting the book of
biosketches – one for each member of our Zonta Club. I thought I knew this group of smart,
friendly women pretty well, but I know so much more now that I’ve thoroughly
read each biosketch.
Tom had a gig to play
that evening, and so I met my friend Sally-Jane at Il Cielo for a drink and a
bite to eat. We didn’t stay long, but we
did have a fun conversation with Neal Griffin, the chef, who, like Sally-Jane,
is from New York City.
On Friday and
Saturday, I had plenty of work to do at my desk. But as always, I make time for a one-hour
workout every day. Usually, it is
swimming two kilometers. But I mix it up
a bit with power-walking or running in the deep end of the pool, suspended
vertically in the water. Try that
sometime, and do it for an hour. You’ll
be amazed.
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