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Zoom, Zoom, Zoom

And we keep rethinking and changing our minds. Actually there has been little else to do besides listen to reasoned and not so reasoned discussions about how to loosen the restrictions, when to loosen them which ones to loosen. Most of this in Zoom meetings followed up by endless discussions on Facebook. 

In the midst of this our daughter-in-law in Virginia posted a picture of a wonderful desert she had made and the description of the meal she had prepared caused me to post “That sound you hear is a large diesel engine warming up” the response from our son was “your site on our driveway is open” Pause for two days to let it sink in. 

Our next dinner conversation was “should we or shouldn’t we.? Can we or can’t we”? We thought about it and decided maybe by mid summer we could drive across the country to a safe haven in Virginia. Next call was to Dan to see if he really meant it and when would be a good time.  Two hours later he called back to remind us that their eldest was celebrating his 21st birthday on May 31. My first reaction was “no way” replaced by “why not.” 

Initial plans are in place to leave Jojoba Hills on May 10 to get the coach serviced then drive across I 40 or some semblance thereof.  I have begun looking into places to stay every 300 to 400 miles along the route and it seems really doable. So set in jello is our plan to leave Jojoba Hills on May 10 to set up camp at Redlands Truck and RV Service so they can begin work at 7 AM on Monday. We should be able to get on the road by Tuesday.

We are not taking this lightly. We do understand we will be passing though areas that are having a bad time with the virus and places that don’t want to see “tourists” because their resources are strained. We plan to avoid being tourists and places like Gallup NM where they are closing local roads to prevent tourism are definitely off the list for a stop. The Interstate does pass through, we do not plan to exit. 

We will maintain separation even with family to prevent the virus from impacting any of us, to the extent possible. 

I worry what the country will look like a year from now.  Will all our communication rely on Zoom or what ever comes next that is better, slicker, easier to use? Will we be able to hug our friends in greeting? Has the handshake already become history? Will travel return to being routine? We have lots of credits for air travel and tours, how will we get to redeem them? There are so many places we still want to see and a few we would like to visit again. For now the big travel adventure is driving across the country on an Interstate. A crossing we have made most years since 2002.

I expect the next post will be “From the Road”

Groundhog Day

Someday I’ll have to watch that movie, or maybe I have. Lots of people are referring to it these days on Facebook and in blogs. The main things that differ are who we Zoom with and for how long.

However, yesterday Carol asked me to get out the “Winter Bin”. Deep in the bowls of the coach basement it is a bin designated to hold winter clothes when summer approaches. It is that time to move the heavy stuff into longer term storage than the closet. Diligently I opened the basement and rolled the sliding tray with the bins on it out to the driver side (ds) so I could extract the bin while risking severe injury from the bottom of the slideout above should I raise my head a moment too soon. It really hurts and I have the scars! This time in several trips under there I managed to keep my head down, especially when Carol had her hand on it pushing down.

Simple task completed in less time than it took to write a bout it. While the baggage slide was fully extended to the ds I walked around to the ps and noted that the floor exposed by the tray’s position was filthy. I have noted this in the past and ignored it as I had other things to do. It flashed though what is left of my intellect that I did not have “other things to do.” I got the shopvac and somehow the morning passed with me cleverly vacuuming the entire baggage area which included removing everything we have stored under there. Unfortunately my determination to “get the job done” lapsed and everything that came out went back in. Stuff that we have carted around since our first shopping trip for the coach in 2001 and never used is still safely stowed away in its usual places. 

But you never know. In 2001 I bought a set of safety triangles instead of flares. They have been stored near the door of a bin waiting for an emergency for 19 years and last Fall as we were returning from Rochester to the West Coast we had the breakdown and I used the safety triangles! They do have a purpose. The handle with 250 feet of kite line on it is another story. Haven’t flown a kite in many years and all the ones we carried are destroyed, but you never know, I might have the urge to go fly a kite any day now.

I have read that people are having many more dreams they remember and they are more HD than in the past. Count me in to that group. I will not recount what I can remember because it seems too weird and at the same time too boring to recount for others, but boy at 3 and 5 AM I think I am awake until the dream or some variant  resumes.  

I have no idea what I might write about next, any more than I knew where this was going when I started. Couldn’t even think of a catchy title.

so it goes

There are very few high points that mark the passing days. Unless you call a Zoom gathering a high point or the rare trip into town for supplies that are urgent. We have put gas in the Jeep twice since March 18, and only  a half tank each time. 

Each evening we check the calendar for the next day to see if we must get up at some time. Carol gets up most mornings at 6:15 to work out in the living room. Monday, Wednesday and Friday I must be at my computer with at least a shirt on to host an hour long gathering of the tech gang the the tech wanna be’s called JCATS at 8 AM. Mostly the trouble phone has no calls and we share stories of things that have broken in the past. We also are working on replacing an existing PBX phone system that was installed when the park was built in 1990. It was bought used! It’s amazing how few phone systems are built that aren’t cloud based. Cloud based comes with a monthly subscription and a special phone that costs a lot more than the $10 Princess type phone from WalMart.  Somehow I ended up a Chairman and my CoChairman just got appointed to the Board so I may need to replace him. There are only 4 of us on the committee.

In my last post one of the failures was the water heater. It resumed working just fine after having a 12 hour hissy fit. I did nothing to fix it, just opened the cabinet and looked around seeing nothing amiss on the surface. It has been working just fine ever since. Its replacement is sitting on the deck waiting for the mobile tech to come to swap it out. I keep saying “It Works” Carol keeps saying “Until it decides not to” This has gone on intermittently for 7 years (It was trouble free the first year). 

We had a Sedar, just the two of us and our three guests from the bedroom. By the window are Owl and Fox and diving into the Sedar Plate is Olm. Its a shy creature from a cave in Slovenia. Carol took this picture which is why she isn’t in it and I am. I could show you my version but it isn’t anywhere near as good.

Dose anyone need some Kosher for Passover Matzah? In the scheme of things we had to by 2.5 times our need. The cost to ship 2 boxes was more than the cost of 5. It’s gone now. 

Daily life is filled with small pleasant surprises. Each day some baked goody appears on our doorstep and on many others as well. All the bakers need to bake and then take part of what they baked to others. The trick is to deliver without being spotted. Not easy since we are all in our RVs most of the day and there are plenty of windows. Carol has been caught a couple of times

A brisk walk with mask on never goes for more than few minutes without stopping to chat with someone at a greater than 6 foot distance rehearsing what we have done today and what we think we might do after the walk. It does beat beating our heads against the all to close, at times, wall of the coach or whiling away hours on facebook or reading the NYTimes. 

“so it goes”

ps we do Zoom and will be happy to meet with anyone at most any time, 

Perils of Paul Continued

Haven’t posted one of these in a while. You would think that sitting still for week after week there would be nothing to go wrong, go wrong, go wrong!

Earlier this week Carol’s computer (new in November)  started having problems with using the power button to bring it up after a night’s sleep.  Then the WiFi device went away. Did all the usual hoops including reboot and uninstall reinstall the device, no go. Even spent time with Dan finishing some more esoteric diagnostics. There was no WiFi device to be found. Found a JCAT with an adapter from ethernet to usb and got her online.  Called Lenovo got a ticket number. They are backed up two weeks! Very next morning after the usual struggles to start the computer it came back on WITH wifi! Go figure. Will probably send it in for repair anyhow, it is under warranty. I have set it to NEVER turn off and it seems perfectly happy.

Went out to our shed and found the power was out. Did the usual, reset the breaker, no help. Decided to wait for a warmer, drier day to work on it. That was today. I tore into the box with the switch and the outlet and puzzled and puzzled. My meter showed power to ground, but nothing to the negative. Finally I noticed that the outlet I was holding in my hand was a GFCI and it was tripped. Reset it and put everything back together feeling just a bit dumb. There is now a great big label above the box “GFCI ” maybe I will remember the next time.

As we prepared dinner last night there was no hot water flowing from the water heater! It had been a bit erratic recently so this was not a total surprise. But it was particularly unpleasant as it was Friday night, of course. We went into “camping mode” and prepared to do without hot water until at least Monday. This morning while washing up I ran the hot water more as a joke than an expectation. And there was hot water. Maybe the fact that the rain has stopped and the humidity is returning to normal made a difference. I have no clue and no expectations other than we will now replace the water heater after 8 years of intermittent problems.

A final minor kerfuffle involved Zoom. I have a licensed account. I noticed when Carol installed her free account the application was a newer version than mine. When I tried to update I got a message “Auto Update Blocked, Call your IT Admin” I tried calling myself, then I called Dan, again, and we spent an inordinate amount of time trying to fix it. Even tried reinstalling it which did nothing. Eventually out of lack of anything better to do I, uninstalled the application and rebooted the computer. Then I went through a new install which brought me to the current version with all the new security “stuff”.

That was one week of stuff during which the temperature never rose above 60 and the rains were almost continuous and we were content to being Safe in our coach in our wonderful SKP Resort where the virus has not yet intruded.  At least I didn’t have a lot of time to develop cabin fever.

A Strange and Painful Week

A week ago I moderated my first Zoom meeting. Today I am beginning to  feel like a pro – actually I paid for a Pro account to accommodate longer meetings. We like to talk when we get together and 40 minutes isn’t very long either  for family or JCATs. 

Early in the week we learned that our sister-in-law Natalie Rudin had a very serious stroke, at 85 this is not to be taken lightly. By Thursday she was in hospice in NJ and no way for anyone except her son to even see her. We gathered the family from coast to coast and NJ to FL on Zoom and spent time getting reacquainted and starting to share memories of Natalie. Friday afternoon we received word she had died. Shabbat precluded immediate sharing, we have received word the funeral will be Sunday and will be live streamed in some manner. Shiva, the 7 days of mourning in Jewish ritual,  will be on Zoom. It enables us all to be “present” and saves a lot of air travel. Would rather get on the plane, but . . .

Also during this week we learned that Carol’s dearest friend from before Kindergarten – even before me – is in hospice after a long time of in and out of hospital care and weeks of no news. 

Pile this all on top of quarantine and necessary supply trips and it has been an exhausting week. A week like we have never seen, a week of watching stock market gyrations that are making me sea sick and I don’t get sea sick on the ocean. Sometimes, unintentionally I hear the orange head proclaim something clearly contrary to fact and wonder how our nation will pull through both medically and economically. Many governors seem to be actually responding to facts and scientific reason rather than emotion and bias. That may well be the source of our recovery leadership. 

Carol and I feel safe and secure. We are still under quarantine from our return from Panama, only yesterday was our scheduled return. We made a trip into town on Thursday to get hearing aids for Carol and pick up some last minute necessities – Yellow Dot Irish Whiskey is clearly a necessity isn’t it. We also bought supplies for a neighbor. We have daily offers to run errands and help us with things we cannot do in quarantine. As soon as we hear of someone having a need it seems a member will supply the need, even to an internet router replacement.  

I attended two events in Rochester. On Monday I attended a meeting of the Rochester Jewish Community Board of Directors by Zoom like all the other members. Yesterday afternoon we attended Shabbat services at Temple B’rith Kodesh in Rochester, it was a bit early, but we needed the break and the sanity and even more it brought us back to the community where we have spent most of our lives. We do miss it, but not quite enough to give up our current lifestyle and venture back into winter.

Living the Remote Life

I have time on my hands and very little really happening. I have the computer on my lap and feel the urge to communicate. We are travelers, no surprise to most of you. We live for the next trip/adventure. There has been something planned for the not to distant future since we got our first motorhome and foreign travel has been an annual, at least, experience since I retired/sold my practice in 2012. 

There is a flight booked to Charlottesville for April 6, somehow I don’t have great expectations that we will be going. I just checked and Delta is expecting us . We had planned to drive to Alaska leaving Jojoba Hills on April 26 , that also seems unlikely since the border with Canada is closed to all traffic other than necessary commercial traffic. We talked about booking a trip to Sicily in the Fall, unlikely. I am feeling a bit stranded. Even a trip into town for medical or supplies requires intense thought and planning to get the most out of the time with the least contact with other people.  No surprise, supplies for staying safe are not readily available. Forget toilet paper and hand cleaner. Facial tissue is almost unavailable as well – I saw a box of 75 sheets for over $10 on Amazon, price gouging much? This was an outside seller delivering through Amazon. 

My expectation is we will be here through the summer. As we adjust to the new way of living, it will get easier for us. I am grateful we are retired and not dependent on work to keep food on the table and rent paid. Too many people are without work and without income. We are concerned about our staff, most of whom are laid off as “non essential”. We are paying our monthly maintenance fee based on paying their salaries, shouldn’t we just keep paying them? That may be an existential question to put to the board. Glad I am not on the board now.  

Tech is king now. We Zoom to get together and to have working meetings.  Even our Happy Hours include gathering around the computer screen with Zoom with drink in hand. We have apps for the stores where we will shop so we can preorder and have the order waiting at the pickup location for us. We email, text, message and write blogs to stay in touch. We even make phone calls! I know there are many other social apps people are using, but it’s enough to keep track of the ones I mentioned.

What am I doing? Washing my hands, watching PBS News Hour, watching movies and series, reading books and writing here and on a variety of forums and FB groups that I participate in. If you want to talk, send a zoom link, send a text or just call me at 585-721-2355. Do remember I am in California so 10 AM on the East Coast is 7 AM by me and I might be a bit out of sorts 🙂

 

 

In Quarantine!

We are living in our 300 square feet of motorhome. Somehow it feels bigger than the hotel rooms we were in. The outdoors is visible no matter where we face and we can walk out if we choose, so long as we keep our distance from others. Our 2 week quarantine is not much different from those around us who are living under the Stay Safer limits everyone in California faces. 

We went shopping on Wednesday morning before settling in. We found most of what we were looking for, even some paper goods. Then yesterday I got online and ordered almost everything else we needed. Even bought two 30 gallon propane tanks so we can return to using propane to heat. It’s a price thing! 

This morning I attended my first Zoom JCATS meeting. I expect we will gather at the usual time 3 times a week to discuss technical matters in the park and how to keep people’s television, internet and phones functioning without being able to go into their rigs at all. It could get interesting. 

I spoke to my Uncle Josh, in his 90’s in a new home. He seems to be getting on well. Followed up with a Zoom call later. Getting very tech these days. 

I just received the propane tanks, labeled them and took them up to the refill station. For my next venture out of doors I plan to take a walk avoiding getting within 6 feet of anybody. Then later today we may have a Zoom Happy Hour. I’m waiting for Carol to try  working with Zoom.  

Reality check, we are very social people and miss the company of others. Even when we are no longer quarantined we will still need to practice social distancing. It is really hard to converse with a group who are all so separated. I guess we will have to learn a new way of living. 

Pessimist here! I think that many of the changes we are making are long term if not permanent. I cannot imagine  a time when we will be able to get to Rochester or Charlottesville. Vaccine is a long way off and even treatment is strictly supportive care to relieve symptoms so far. This virus will not magically disappear. It is doing just fine in Panama where daytime temperatures are in the 90’s and it cools off to high 70’s, so the arrival of warm weather here will not stop it. Not to contradict the president of course.  Once it has run its course, many people will have acquired immunity, maybe, but the surviving elderly who successfully avoided it will not benefit from that supposed immunity.  We will remain vulnerable to grandkids and passing strangers. 

I need my mask and gloves, long term.

Life in Jojoba Hills

Our winter home base, Jojoba Hills SKP Resort, is a place of transitions. Members leave for travel, return from travel, change their location in the park and leave the park either to be closer to family, or because the they are no longer willing or able to live the RV lifestyle. Last year 8 members died in the park. Visitors come and go and as fast a space opens up due to a departure a new member arrives and enters the community bringing different talents interests and abilities. It has been said that if the park has a need of a talent or skill not found here, a new member will arrive to fill the need. 

Sometimes it’s a matter of a current member finding an ability that has laid dormant for a lifetime waiting for the call. I have found my niche in the tech side of things. I wonder how it is that I am chairing a committee to research a new phone system for the park. I will not be doing this alone, the entire JCATS crew are in on the task. For those who have not seen that acronym before Jojoba Communication and Technology. Not sure where the S came from.  We service and maintain the TV, Phone and Internet service to each pedestal in the park. From college days I learned to wire phones in my dorm room because the phone company never provided a long enough cord and there were no jacks. TV I have had to learn since the system encompasses 283 sites spread over acres. Internet is the easiest, usually, because the signal propagates over the phone lines and either it works or it doesn’t, mostly. Running these wires through an RV is another matter and often we suggest bypassing the internal wiring and bringing a cable in the window.

No surprise to myself I also serve on the Finance Committee and the Marketing Committee. In between meetings and travel I play bridge. 

We are preparing to go on another trip in a week. We leave for Panama on the 9th to complete the trip we had to leave last year. Watch this space for details as we travel. In addition to Panama we will go to Bogota and  Medellin before returning to LA  on the 27th. Our return from Ethiopia landed us at LAX on Friday at 1 PM after 48 hours in transit and we spent a miserable 5 1/2 hours driving a normal 2 to 2 1/2 hour drive to Jojoba. This trip lands us in LAX at 1 PM on Friday. We have taken a hotel room near our son for Friday night and will drive home Saturday morning after a good nights sleep. 

Two Days with Friends from College

Each year the Londons come out to Palm Desert for February. We look forward to spending time with them when they are here. This year they had a large house with spare bedrooms and bathrooms and we were delighted to drive over the mountain and have two days and an evening with without having to drive back over the mountain in between.

We started with the Palm Beach Air Museum located adjacent to the airport.

We are in front of one of the few remaining B-17 Flying Fortresses from a fleet of over 12,000 built during WW II housed at the Palm Springs Air Museum.

Carol and David in the radio room of the plane

Our next event was a jazz concert by Houston Person at Pete Carlson’s Golf & Tennis. Yes that’s right the venue is a Golf and Tennis shop by day and often after dark a jazz venue.

The Jazz was wonderful as was the venue. We were surrounded by a seemingly endless array of golf accessories not to mention clubs and ball. 

Before that we stopped at Palm Springs Art Museum in Palm Desert. There we fell in love with an exhibit of photography themed around History, Memory and Social Justice. We recognized many of the photographers and enjoyed experiencing work that we had not seen (or didn’t remember seeing).  

The next day, Thursday, brought more interesting  stops. First we went to Sunnyland, built by Walter Annenberg where 8 of the last 9 presidents visited and made use of the house for important conferences and just to relax. We toured the gardens and the visitor center which did not require advance purchase of tour tickets.

After swinging by the house to freshen up and meet David we set out for the Palm Springs Art Museum, where we arrived just in time for a docent tour with Ann Loeb, the same docent we toured with a year ago. wonderful energy and excitement about the art she chooses to feature.

The picture is mostly to provide an overview of the space from the mezzanine looking up to the 2nd floor. We decided to take in a special exhibit where we found this sign:

Carol and I were quite excited as we drive through Anza just about 12 miles from our home park often and are less aware of the Cahuilla Indians than we might be. 

After a light meal in the gallery courtyard cafe, Carol and I said good by to the Londons and headed over the mountain to Jojoba Hills SKP Resort. 

A small story of coincidence: Last May we attended my class of ’64 Reunion and I served as Class Marshall. A photographer  took pictures of all of us in the regalia of top hat and cutaway. I have sort of been waiting to receive the promised print. When we arrived at Toby and David’s in Palm Desert, David handed me an envelope addressed to him, mailed just before they left Providence with my picture and a letter of thanks to David! I sent an email thanking the university alumni association for the unique delivery method, only wondering how they knew we would be together, on the west coast in February.

 

Returning to US

We are in travel mode heading back to California. We have been in Morocco with our family for 2 glorious weeks, about which much more later. We spent 3 days in Tel Aviv at the 
David Intercontinental on the beach relaxing and recovering in preparation for 10 days travel in Ethiopia. The latter was among the roughest travel we have undertaken. After three luxurious nights in  the Addis Ababa Sheraton we went to Bahir Dar, Gondor, Lalibela and finally Axum. More about that later too, but note we moved every other day until Axum which was the departure point for the long days of travel we are in the midst of.

Wednesday morning we flew on a Dash 8  from Axum to Addis Ababa. Eyob, our guide, split the group, taking those of us flying onward immediately, the Poleshuks and Barb, to the International Terminal for our Ethiopia Airlines flight to Tel Aviv. We left the hotel at 8 AM Ethiopia time and arrived in Tel Aviv at about 8 PM TLV time total travel 13 hours. We said goodnight and farewell to Joyce and Vic as we went to our rooms. They flew out early this morning. 29 hours later our next flight is 1 AM to Paris 5 hours and following a 5 hour layover we finally arrive in LAX at 1 PM after a 10 hour flight. 49 hours from departure in Axum we will rent a car in LAX for the 2+ hour dive to Jojoba Hills. 

The original plan was to do the whole trip with no break, but I messed up and added a day in Tel Aviv by mistake. I am grateful as we both needed a good nights sleep in a comfortable bed. Vic located this hotel, Sadot, on TripAdvisor and we are happy. It is quiet, comfortable and has a free shuttle to the airport. Breakfast is excellent. The hotel is on the top 2 floors of a mall in a medical center, not a tourist location, but perfect for our needs.