Monday, October 29, 2018

New Toys/Tools

These are my newest toys—er, tools.  When we became full-time RVers in2009, I gave up my blender and my pressure cooker. There just wasn’t room for them in the trailer.
Since getting a house for our winters in Arizona, I have missed having a blender.  Recently I have seen a lot of cooking shows showing an immersion blender and John urged me to get one.  
I had been reading about the InstaPot  and realized it is a pressure cooker as well as a slow cooker (which I already had). So it was off to Walmart.
I am still learning how to use them. I bought the InstaPot recommended for 2 people. I have only used it for potatoes. I’ll keep experimenting.
The blender worked pretty well to blend a creamy soup and it whips cream as well as mashes potatoes. It may not chop as well as a standard blender but I think it will work for me—might even replace the hand mixer. We’ll see.

Friday, October 19, 2018

What People Don’t Talk About

\Death and dying and funerals are things most people don’t want to talk about. Politics and religion may be sensitive subjects if you want a friendly and peaceful evening. Many people say this subject should be avoided. You don’t have to tell most people to avoid talking about death.

But that wasn’t the case earlier this week when we attended the National Funeral Directors Association meeting in Salt Lake City. John grew up in a funeral home and we owned and operated that funeral home for nearly 9 years. Death and grief and funerals were a central factor in our lives. That continued when John became an Episcopal priest and officiated at funerals and counseled with the grief of survivors. For years we taught classes on death and grief to church groups, high school students and seminarians at Nashotah House while John was there.

Obviously, we don’t find it difficult to talk about death and people came to us at a time they needed to face the subject. We aren’t involved with any of this today in our retirement. But it was good, even inspiring, to be around all the funeral directors and others at the convention. There were nearly 6,000 people there including 300 from over 30 foreign countries. And we were really impressed at how the focus today is on allowing people to personalize the funerals they are called on to arrange or that they pre-plan for themselves.

The morning of the final full day of the convention included a service of remembrance for members of the association that have died in the past year as well as family and friends of the people in attendance. Since the convention was held in Salt Lake City, two small ensembles from the Morman Tabernacle choir provided the music. It was a very meaningful and comforting service, even for those of us who had not dealt with death in the past year.

In addition to the rich experience of seeing how funeral directors are working today, we were thrilled to be present when Chuck Bowman was installed as president of the association. A neighbor to John’s family when they were all growing up, Chuck learned about the job of mortician while working for John’s dad. Later, when we were running the business, he worked for and with us. He then decided to go to mortuary school and since then has served as funeral director for several of our family’s funerals. He was an acolyte in our wedding and one of his daughters served in that way at our son Eric’s wedding. One of his daughters is our god daughter.  We enjoyed spending time with the whole family during the convention.

Friday, October 12, 2018

Tying Up Final Details

It just took 9 months from the date I made the first reservation to the day I posted the last blog about our trip to England and Wales. We traveled for 8 1/2 weeks, the planning took 6 months and I spent about 3 weeks finishing the blogs and ordering our "scrapbook," a printed book of the blogs I wrote about the trip.

I made all the reservations, both on-line with the Expedia app and the British Airways web site and on the phone with the National Trust reservations office. That woman made me aware of how the British use the phrase "lovely" with great frequency.

I am happy to report that everything went off without a hitch! All the reservations were in place. Along the way, I had to make a change in our second rental car reservation and Expedia messed that up, but Avis still had a car available we could rent. When we checked into our last hotel, believe me, I was so relieved. We never had to sleep in a train station or on a park bench. We always had a bed where we wanted it, as well as cars and train reservations and airline seats back to Arizona.

It was a monumental project to accomplish without the help of a travel agent and we were able to stay where we wanted, when we wanted. This was truly the trip of a lifetime--or at least the last big trip of our lives.


Tuesday, October 09, 2018

Walking in England

We walk everywhere we can, aiming for 10,000 steps a day. We averaged over that during our 8+ weeks in England. And we saw so many wonderful things.

After a good night's sleep, we walked around London when we arrived in the country. We walked around the area of Buckingham Palace and admired these beautiful gates in front of the palace.

Then we walked through St. James Park where we spotted this blue heron.

After a few days in Birmingham, we moved on to Widdop Gate Barn near Hepden Bridge. We walked daily down a hill behind our cottage to a stream. The scenery there was so pretty and so green.

While we stayed in the Sand Wath apartment near Penrith, we walked down a narrow trail and came on this pond on one of our walks.

Our next stop was in the Nant Las cabin in Wales. What a wonderful place.

The most memorable image from the area surrounding Rowleze Cottage was the massive trees. England has fertile soil and abundant moisture and the trees grow to great size--both in height and trunk size.

The most picturesque place on the trip was Boscastle in Cornwall. We were right on the rugged Cornwall coast.

We enjoyed walking around the Plymouth harbor. This sailboat was really impressive.

Some of the lanes in Plymouth are very narrow.

We met this gallant gentleman.

Then we were on to Bournemouth. As we walked along the beach we saw this train track going straight up the cliff.

And these children delighting in the waves.

People had small storage sheds along the beach where they stored chairs and could cook something to eat.

Folkestone has a busy harbor, too.

We walked along the coastal path.

And also found narrow roads in town.

In Norwich we found an elegant covered shopping area as well as one not so elegant.

There was a colorful outdoor market.

This was once a gate through the original city wall.

Norwich has a canal running through the city and we enjoyed seeing what goes on there.

In the median of one of the roads in the city we saw another piece of the original city wall.

We returned to London where we would fly back to Arizona. We walked by this church.

We walked around Hyde Park, where we saw this interesting gate, some beautiful flowers and an interesting tree.

We also passed these mounted guards and Parliament building.

London has an ethnically diverse population and we saw many Muslim women and young girls in the city.

It was certainly a memorable trip. We are so happy we experienced all of these places as we celebrated our 75th birthdays!

Sunday, October 07, 2018

Driving in England

(This is a post by John, who did the driving during our trip.  The photos, which I took, were often shot from a moving vehicle so they may not be really sharp and composed.)

It is an understatement to say “driving in England is a challenge. We drive on the left side of the road, we expect our lane of travel to be clear unless there is an accident, and we would never expect a sign announcing “on coming traffic may be in your lane of travel”. The opposite is true in England.

We picked up our first rental from Hertz in Birmingham. The agent walked us to the vehicle, thanked us for the business and disappeared. The Vauxhall was a small two-door with a four-speed stick shift on the floor. I got into the car, adjusted the rearview mirror (which was in the center of the front window to my left) and studied the shift pattern which was clearly marked on the stick shift (again it was on my left). I tried to start the car and nothing happened. It took a while before I discovered that the clutch had to be depressed before the engine would engage. Finally, I took a deep breath, put the vehicle in gear, popped the clutch and off we went.

As I drove to a parking lot near the National Trust apartment we were staying in I kept repeating to myself, “the center line must be to my left…the center line must be to my left”. I made a right turn and just naturally ended up in the wrong lane of traffic with a car coming toward me. That polite Brit simply stopped and flashed his lights at me. That was my first mistake.

We had been advised to buy a TomTom GPS to help us navigate the roads. We bought a cheap one before I drove again. It was a gift. I have no idea how we would have found our way without it.

We used the car to drive to the Cadbury Candy Company. That trip was uneventful and it gave me some practice driving on city streets and navigating the roundabouts. There seems to be roundabouts at almost every intersection in England. There is an accepted pattern to use a roundabout. Most roundabouts have two lanes that can be used to enter. If one is going to exit onto either the first or second roadway, it is appropriate to enter the roundabout from the left lane with the left signal flashing. If you plan to take the third exit you enter the roundabout from the right lane, signal a right turn, enter the inside lane of traffic for the first two exits, then turn on the left signal, move to the left and finally exit at the third exit.

The male British voice on the TomTom would announce a roundabout saying, “From the right lane, cross the roundabout and take the third exit.” We must have heard those instructions 800 times. I admit that I got honked at more than once before I got used to the approved pattern of entering and exiting a roundabout.

The day we left Birmingham was eventful. I pulled out of the parking lot, turned left, entered a roundabout and then had to stop at a signal light. The light changed and I thought I had the car in first gear. I popped the clutch and the car began backing up. I stopped. I replaced the gear shift and released the clutch. Again, the car was in reverse. The driver behind me honked, sweat formed on my brow, and I again adjusted the gear shift. By this time the light had changed to red and the driver behind me had moved into the lane beside me. He glared. I readjusted the gearshift and found that the car was now in first gear. To my credit I’m convinced that there was a problem with the shift because that happened several more times. There was nothing I could do except be prepared for that to happen.

Our first trip was about 100 miles. Most of that trip was on a three-lane motorway. The speed was 70 miles per hour. Slow moving vehicles are to use the far left lane which, again, is just opposite to driving in the States. It took some time to adjust to the road signs. If a driver had some sort of mechanical problem they would pull off the motorway at a spot marked with a sign SOS. If traffic was heavy and congested electronic signs posed above each lane would flash a lower speed and everyone was expected to adjust to that new speed. Exits were called junctions, loop roads were called orbitals, and drivers were cautioned to “drive dead slow” when approaching any hazard.

Leaving a motorway could present difficult problems. Most roads, other than motorways, consisted of two lanes. The shoulders were either very narrow or did not exist. Without shoulders motorists who needed to park had no choice except to park with their vehicle halfway off the road and halfway in the lane of traffic. That would result in making a two-lane road into a road containing one and a half lanes. Opposing traffic had to adjust to the hazard or face the consequences.

Driving in towns was a challenge. There is no uniform set of street signs. A street sign might be on a post, attached to a building, or simply missing. Thank goodness for the GPS. Most towns had no space for parked cars on the street; so again, cars would be parked half on and half off the designated lane of traffic.

Parking lots were few and far between. Popular cities like Oxford and Canterbury had park and ride lots. Those were convenient.

Car rental agencies rent cars for up to one month. The car has to be exchanged for another car at the end of a month’s time. We picked up our second rental in Oxford. Because the Hertz agent never answered his phone, we were forced to rent our second car from Avis. The Avis rental was a different make and model and it took a little time to adjust to the differences.

The second National Trust property was located at Hebden Bridge. The road from Hebden Bridge to the cottage we rented was a very narrow two-lane road which had sections lined with stone walls. There was no room for moving out of your lane. Several stone houses were located on that road and there was less than 6 inches from the traffic lane to the stone walls of those homes. I drove slowly, but the locals didn’t.

One of the most beautiful National Trust properties we stayed in was located in Cornwall. Boscastle is a tiny community located on the ocean in a very rural area. The roads around Boscastle were terrible. Most were one lane wide so a driver had to stop when meeting opposing traffic, then one of the vehicles had to back up until the other car could pass. That happened to me on a stretch of road that simply didn’t have anywhere wide enough pass. The sides of that road were lined with thick hedges. Both the on-coming car and I stopped. To my shock and surprise, the other driver slowly preceded toward me. I pulled my car to the left and slightly into the hedge. The other driver did the same. When we reached a point he and I were exactly opposite, I looked at him. He smiled, then formed a face that expressed real fear, and laughed. We successfully passed each other, much to my surprise.

Later we found ourselves in an urban area where a street sign indicated I was approaching a “magic roundabout”. I’d never heard of such a thing. It is a roundabout immediately attached to two more roundabouts. Once a driver enters the magic roundabout they have to know which of the next two roundabouts to take and then how to successfully exit onto the street they want to access. I spent some time in that roundabout going around and around and around.

England is densely populated and the roads in and around cities are extremely crowded. This kind of traffic was not unusual.

I was relieved when we returned the rental to Avis. I felt good that I was able to drive for 2 months in England; but I much prefer driving in the States.