Back to work and tired today. It was actually a relaxing weekend up until last night. Unfortunately I got into it with the boys. Daniel has a tendency to let his mouth work before his head and he pulled a doozy last night. I was already irritated about the boys being on the computer all day and I told Daniel to wrap it up about ten-thirty. He told me he'd be done when he was done and all hell broke loose. I don't understand modern teachers pushing kids to use the internet and computers. The same project that took me an hour to finish by hand takes them twelve hours on the computer. I thought the computer was supposed to speed things up? There is no reward for trying to raise someone else's kids. I suppose being a step-parent is about as tough as being a step-kid. Enough said?
I talked to Jennifer last night and she is doing nothing short of GREAT. She has a new beau in the military, A PFC named Ryan who is 21 years of age. She is quite taken with him and will visit his hometown of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania in June before coming home for two weeks. She said he is young and looks even younger. I wonder if the young man shaves? He is in his second year of a six-year hitch and has a similar MOS to Jennifer, in communications. Jennifer is still committed to getting out of the Army when her stretch ends next November. She leaves for Kuwait on September 21st and will be there on a 14-month tour of duty.
We had Darla's folks over on Saturday night and had one of those "Murphy's Law" kind of nights. Darla had planned a dinner of barbecued chicken breasts and all the fixens. The corn on the cob that she bought and served was not fresh. It tasted fine to me, but as Darla said, "You didn't grow up on a farm." The chicken breasts that she gave me were DD Dolly Parton chicken breasts, absolutely huge. I barbecued them for 45 minutes on the grill baking the outsides to a golden brown and slathering them with barbecue sauce. When we served them, there was a quick line that formed at the microwave as the breasts were basically "sushi-style" chicken. Although they looked wonderful on the outside, the insides were raw. The only thing I can think is that I cooked them on a lower heat because there were so many (8 breasts) and I would have had a fireball if I tried to cook them on high. Earl, Darla's Dad, said, "Well, Ken, you can't impress me every time."
David and I made a run to the dump yesterday and took a full load of old lawnmower, barbecue, fertilizer spreader, baseball net and stand, old metal shelving unit that was rusted and shot, and a passel of wood, much of it scraps from when Dad and I built the shed in 2000. The side of the house is back to a neat and orderly side yard instead of a staging area for discarded items.
I played golf with Jerry Tuel on Friday in a claims tournament here in Sacramento. I hadn't seen Jerry in quite awhile. Tammi is now a licensed real estate agent and every weekend is taken up with open houses and trips with prospective buyers to homes in their price range. She is doing very well and was number two in sales last month in her 45-agent office. I'm happy for her, but sad for us as the friendship has taken a back seat to her job. We invited them to go to Monterey with us last weekend, but they were too busy, which has been a theme each time we've tried to get together. Their daughter, Natalie, will graduate from high school next month and attend Sonoma State in the fall. Their son, Matt, is moving out of the house at the same time and moving in to a house with some buddies. Tammi and Jerry will be "empty-nesters", something that I strive to be in the very near future.
Work is going well. In fact, our office made a profit for the company for the first time in about 11 months. We have worked hard to pare the staff and get the people in place to make this a profitable endeavor. Of course, change isn't easy and one of the three remaining underwriters gave her notice last week and will be gone after Friday. This is another hiccup on the road to profitability. This will gravely impact my workload as we will have two underwriters essentially doing the work of five. Bill, my boss, has vowed to have a replacement underwriter in place by July 1st. As Gail, the only other underwriter in the office, takes a three-week vacation in July, I would say that it is nothing short of imperative that a replacement be found by then. Or simply put a staight jacket on me and send me to the Funny Farm.
Well, that's it for another episode of "Life with the Lyons". Be well and do something nice for someone you love today, just for the smell of it.
Monday, May 24, 2004
Monday, May 17, 2004
Back from a marathon weekend, actually an extended weekend. Our trip to Monterey was nothing short of fabulous. The weather was incredible with high blue skies and temperatures in the 70's. I even managed to get a sunburn on the sock portion of the golf tan that I sported prior to this trip. Darla applied suntan lotion liberally on my still winter white body, but missed the part of my leg where I wear sport socks when I'm golfing. The sun burned down on us as we relaxed at the beach in Carmel on Friday and by that evening, I had bright red socks on the back of my legs from a nasty sunburn. We wore SPF 30, which we have used ever since Mom succumbed to skin cancer in 1999. I used to wear SPF 2 or 4 and think that I had an olive complexion. Mom's ordeal taught me that I am nothing more or less than a white boy and I need to protect my skin when I'm out in the sun. I wish Dad would wear a more protective sunscreen. His "George Hamilton" tan looks good now, but I worry about him.
Darla and I enjoyed Mark and Mike's 40th birthday celebration. It was supposed to be a beach party, but high tide moved the party indoors to the fourth floor restaurant overlooking the ocean. The only detriment to the party, from my perspective, was the eight or ten kids that were running amok during the dinner. Mark's friends and family all seem to have kids in the 1-8 year range and the parents seemed oblivious to the kids running around the tables and doing chinups on the waitress station at the bar behind us. Mark and Mike picked up the tab for the dinner, but frankly the food was a little weak in quality. I had a chicken dish served in a garlic pastry and the chicken was bland and I only ate half of it. Mark has one friend, Victor, who stood up and gave about a fifteen minute speech that was rambling and he got emotional in the middle of it and cried. The bizarre part was that half the people continued to carry on conversations while he spoke. Darla and I kind of looked at each other and figured that there must be a history here as the group are all friends. Victor finished the speech and gave a copy of it to Mark and told him to keep it for ten years and then read it over. Victor's wife then handed him their daughter and told him to deal with her as his speech had woken her from a nap. I'm guessing that Victor is the guy who gets no respect.
The golf game at Poppy Hills was a disaster for me. Poppy is a difficult and challenging course and you need to bring your A game when you play. I left that and my B game somewhere in Sacramento. I shot a 52-42=94. I could complain about the poor start/strong finish, but 94 is firmly in the realm of hackerville. I shot three triple-bogeys over the course of the day, won no skins and paid Mark $5 as he managed a 44-44=88. I told him to consider it a birthday present. The course was in excellent shape and I did manage four pars on the course, but my game was in the toilet most of the day.
Darla and I went out to dinner on Friday night and planned our meal around the Kings basketball playoff game. We ate at a sports bar in Monterey, but the Nets-Pacers game went into double OT and we were able to eat, drive back to the hotel and we watched the second half in our room. We had some very marginal meals on this trip starting with a chinese food dinner on Wednesday night, encompassing the 40th birthday dinner, and including the fish and chips at the Sports bar. Darla and I drove home Saturday and she grocery shopped, I mowed the lawn and we then went out to dinner at one of our favorite restaurtants in Roseville, Strings Italian, and the poor meals were washed away in a dash of garlic and marinara sauce and a bottle of Peironi Italian beer. Nothing like one of your favorite restaurants to save the day.
Yesterday was Darla's 40th birthday and we met the boys in the morning and then went to church. We met Alicia, who is apparently allergic to church services, at the restaurant for breakfast. One of her paramours was trying to line up tickets to the Kings Playoff game at Arco arena at 12:30 and her phone was on waiting for his call. We had no sooner got seated, ordered our meal and were waiting to be served than her phone rang, she spoke briefly to her gentleman friend and she was out of there. Alicia was born on the same day as Darla, and is five years her junior, so Alicia was able to celebrate her 35th birthday at the Kings-Timberwolves playoff game. The boys returned to their Dad's after lunch and Darla and I watched the game at home.
I had tickets for Darla and I to see the Christian band, Third Day at Recreation Hall at UC Davis Sunday night. The show was 7 pm and we didn't get home until ten thirty last night. It was a busy weekend.
I hope you all are well. Tonight is David's 17th birthday. We are giving him a Borders Gift certificate, a new wallet and a $100 bill. To be 17 and flush with cash. Can you imagine? Ciao.
Darla and I enjoyed Mark and Mike's 40th birthday celebration. It was supposed to be a beach party, but high tide moved the party indoors to the fourth floor restaurant overlooking the ocean. The only detriment to the party, from my perspective, was the eight or ten kids that were running amok during the dinner. Mark's friends and family all seem to have kids in the 1-8 year range and the parents seemed oblivious to the kids running around the tables and doing chinups on the waitress station at the bar behind us. Mark and Mike picked up the tab for the dinner, but frankly the food was a little weak in quality. I had a chicken dish served in a garlic pastry and the chicken was bland and I only ate half of it. Mark has one friend, Victor, who stood up and gave about a fifteen minute speech that was rambling and he got emotional in the middle of it and cried. The bizarre part was that half the people continued to carry on conversations while he spoke. Darla and I kind of looked at each other and figured that there must be a history here as the group are all friends. Victor finished the speech and gave a copy of it to Mark and told him to keep it for ten years and then read it over. Victor's wife then handed him their daughter and told him to deal with her as his speech had woken her from a nap. I'm guessing that Victor is the guy who gets no respect.
The golf game at Poppy Hills was a disaster for me. Poppy is a difficult and challenging course and you need to bring your A game when you play. I left that and my B game somewhere in Sacramento. I shot a 52-42=94. I could complain about the poor start/strong finish, but 94 is firmly in the realm of hackerville. I shot three triple-bogeys over the course of the day, won no skins and paid Mark $5 as he managed a 44-44=88. I told him to consider it a birthday present. The course was in excellent shape and I did manage four pars on the course, but my game was in the toilet most of the day.
Darla and I went out to dinner on Friday night and planned our meal around the Kings basketball playoff game. We ate at a sports bar in Monterey, but the Nets-Pacers game went into double OT and we were able to eat, drive back to the hotel and we watched the second half in our room. We had some very marginal meals on this trip starting with a chinese food dinner on Wednesday night, encompassing the 40th birthday dinner, and including the fish and chips at the Sports bar. Darla and I drove home Saturday and she grocery shopped, I mowed the lawn and we then went out to dinner at one of our favorite restaurtants in Roseville, Strings Italian, and the poor meals were washed away in a dash of garlic and marinara sauce and a bottle of Peironi Italian beer. Nothing like one of your favorite restaurants to save the day.
Yesterday was Darla's 40th birthday and we met the boys in the morning and then went to church. We met Alicia, who is apparently allergic to church services, at the restaurant for breakfast. One of her paramours was trying to line up tickets to the Kings Playoff game at Arco arena at 12:30 and her phone was on waiting for his call. We had no sooner got seated, ordered our meal and were waiting to be served than her phone rang, she spoke briefly to her gentleman friend and she was out of there. Alicia was born on the same day as Darla, and is five years her junior, so Alicia was able to celebrate her 35th birthday at the Kings-Timberwolves playoff game. The boys returned to their Dad's after lunch and Darla and I watched the game at home.
I had tickets for Darla and I to see the Christian band, Third Day at Recreation Hall at UC Davis Sunday night. The show was 7 pm and we didn't get home until ten thirty last night. It was a busy weekend.
I hope you all are well. Tonight is David's 17th birthday. We are giving him a Borders Gift certificate, a new wallet and a $100 bill. To be 17 and flush with cash. Can you imagine? Ciao.
Monday, May 10, 2004
Monday morning greeted me with a left rear tire that had lost air. I hooked up my mini-compressor to the tire and ten minutes later was at 35 pounds of pressure. I'll have to keep an eye on it. I couldn't find a nail or any obvious reason why air would have escaped the tire, but life's little mysteries sometimes are never answered. The sky was overcast and parts of Sacramento had periods of rain this morning. I missed the rain and I'm glad of it as I spent thirty minutes washing my car and detailing the wheels last night after dinner.
Mother's Day was a success as the boys helped with breakfast after church and dishes after dinner. They also made their Mom a ham and grilled cheese sandwich for lunch. That was AFTER Darla announced that she was going to make lunch for the boys and I put the kybosh on that plan. The boys also gave their Mom a nice card and wrote in it that "their love for her was unexplainable". I suppose that was a compliment, eh?
Mother's Day is still hard for me five years after Mom's all-too premature death in 1999. I still miss her laugh and her caring attitude and our visits on the phone and in person. It seems that the void she left in my life isn't meant to be filled and I thank God that He allowed her to be such a big part of my life as long as He did. I see and feel echoes of Mom in my own wife and I smile to see the similarities in them. They are both strong-willed women, but have very strong family ties and work to keep their families together. As Mom had to put up with Dad's moods and his perfectionism, Darla has to do the same with me.
Jennifer had a Mother's day treat in the person of her Mom visiting her in Georgia. I have yet to hear the details of their visit, but I trust that they had fun and enjoyed their time together. I called Jennifer last night, but her phone rolled over to the answering machine. She may have been worn out and went to bed early. I don't know. Perhaps Diane was still there and flies back today.
Well, I'm sure this will come as a huge shock to my three regular readers, but I was able to arrange a golf game this weekend. Mark Konrad called on Wednesday night and invited me to play with his neighbor at Auburn Valley Country Club up in the foothills above Auburn, California off Highway 49 on the road to Nevada City and Grass Valley. We teed off at 6:45 a.m Saturday and I once again managed the slow start/strong finish routine that seems ingrained in my game right now as I shot 44-41=85. I had two birdies on the back side and finished with a "kick in" birdie on the signature 535-yard par-5 finshing hole. Mark struggled to a 95 and the other two guys shot 91 and 103 and I walked away with $31 in skin money and the $5 stroke play bet that Mark insists on paying me each time we play. Country club golf is like no other as Darryl can attest. Someday I will also join a club, but right now I'm like a single guy who's not yet ready to settle down with one gal. There's too many great golf courses out there left to play and I want to play the field for awhile yet.
Darla and I are off to Monterey on Wednesday night where we will stay until Saturday. I will play golf with Mark and his group at Poppy Hills In Pebble Beach on Thursday and we will then head to the beach for a beach party on Thursday night complete with barbecue and music. Mark and his brother, Mike, are hosting the party for their 40th birthdays and it is being catered by the Beach Resort Hotel where we are staying. We're not sure how warm it will be and have shorts as well as jeans and sweatshirts ready to be packed.
Darla and I will return home on Saturday night and I have tickets to see the Christian Band, Third Day, at UC Davis on Sunday night. My child bride turns 40 on Sunday and we will pick up the boys from their father's house and go to church and then breakfast on Sunday. As I told Darla, I won't be playing golf next weekend in honor of her birthday. She just gave me a look that spoke volumes. Hope everyone is well. We lost my uncle Norm last week and I wish comfort on his wife and their family. Norm was the original golfer in my life and I'm sure he's arranging tee times in heaven as I write this.
Mother's Day was a success as the boys helped with breakfast after church and dishes after dinner. They also made their Mom a ham and grilled cheese sandwich for lunch. That was AFTER Darla announced that she was going to make lunch for the boys and I put the kybosh on that plan. The boys also gave their Mom a nice card and wrote in it that "their love for her was unexplainable". I suppose that was a compliment, eh?
Mother's Day is still hard for me five years after Mom's all-too premature death in 1999. I still miss her laugh and her caring attitude and our visits on the phone and in person. It seems that the void she left in my life isn't meant to be filled and I thank God that He allowed her to be such a big part of my life as long as He did. I see and feel echoes of Mom in my own wife and I smile to see the similarities in them. They are both strong-willed women, but have very strong family ties and work to keep their families together. As Mom had to put up with Dad's moods and his perfectionism, Darla has to do the same with me.
Jennifer had a Mother's day treat in the person of her Mom visiting her in Georgia. I have yet to hear the details of their visit, but I trust that they had fun and enjoyed their time together. I called Jennifer last night, but her phone rolled over to the answering machine. She may have been worn out and went to bed early. I don't know. Perhaps Diane was still there and flies back today.
Well, I'm sure this will come as a huge shock to my three regular readers, but I was able to arrange a golf game this weekend. Mark Konrad called on Wednesday night and invited me to play with his neighbor at Auburn Valley Country Club up in the foothills above Auburn, California off Highway 49 on the road to Nevada City and Grass Valley. We teed off at 6:45 a.m Saturday and I once again managed the slow start/strong finish routine that seems ingrained in my game right now as I shot 44-41=85. I had two birdies on the back side and finished with a "kick in" birdie on the signature 535-yard par-5 finshing hole. Mark struggled to a 95 and the other two guys shot 91 and 103 and I walked away with $31 in skin money and the $5 stroke play bet that Mark insists on paying me each time we play. Country club golf is like no other as Darryl can attest. Someday I will also join a club, but right now I'm like a single guy who's not yet ready to settle down with one gal. There's too many great golf courses out there left to play and I want to play the field for awhile yet.
Darla and I are off to Monterey on Wednesday night where we will stay until Saturday. I will play golf with Mark and his group at Poppy Hills In Pebble Beach on Thursday and we will then head to the beach for a beach party on Thursday night complete with barbecue and music. Mark and his brother, Mike, are hosting the party for their 40th birthdays and it is being catered by the Beach Resort Hotel where we are staying. We're not sure how warm it will be and have shorts as well as jeans and sweatshirts ready to be packed.
Darla and I will return home on Saturday night and I have tickets to see the Christian Band, Third Day, at UC Davis on Sunday night. My child bride turns 40 on Sunday and we will pick up the boys from their father's house and go to church and then breakfast on Sunday. As I told Darla, I won't be playing golf next weekend in honor of her birthday. She just gave me a look that spoke volumes. Hope everyone is well. We lost my uncle Norm last week and I wish comfort on his wife and their family. Norm was the original golfer in my life and I'm sure he's arranging tee times in heaven as I write this.
Tuesday, May 04, 2004
Hello again. A day late and a dollar short. I slept in yesterday morning and got to work a half hour later than normal and it threw my timing off kilter and I had to delay the blog update until today. I apologize to the three regular readers of this diatribe.
The weather over the weekend was hot and sticky with nary a breeze to cool off the denizens of Northern California. I had left my golfing passion up to a friend and he made a noon tee time on Saturday. I prefer to play early and have the day ahead of me when I finish. Also, the REAL golfers are generally on the course early and the later it gets the more young kids are out with their Dads or girlfriends out with their boyfriends who enjoy golf, but like the companionship of females more, so they forego the foursome of buddies and play with their uncoordinated sweethearts later in the day. All of that to say that it took a whopping 5.75 hours to complete our round. I shot 45-40=85 to continue the mystifying poor start/strong finish routine that I've developed of late. I parred the final three holes for the 40 on the back nine. I may actually take a weekend off from golf this weekend, but hey it's only Tuesday and there is plenty of time to arrange a game yet.
Darla and I have started a Spring makeover of our home. We have the wood blinds installed, Darla finished the window treatment in our bedroom, and I installed a new handleset and brass kickplate on the front door. I also restained the door and varnished the finished product with a high gloss varnish. True to form, the should-have-been hour-long project turned into a full day, as the brass kick plate was too large for the door and had to be cut down. My collection of "Barbie" tools proved inadequate and I ended up simply scoring the brass and bending it over to fit the bottom of the door. This required removing the door and the bottom sweep, installing the brass plate and then reinstalling the sweep. The inclusion of the brass plate at the bottom of the door caused the sweep to hit the bottom sash plate and I spent another hour sanding the sash down and tightening the sweep to the point that the door shuts snuggly. I just hope that the door doesn't swell during the winter months or we may be permanently locked into the house. The only item catching now is the rubber sweep at the bottom of the door and I'm hoping that wears down over time to the point that the door swings shut without the need for an extra push to shut it. The door looks great with the new brass hardware, dark walnut stain and high gloss finish. Darla isn't sold on the look of the brass kick plate, but I like it.
We are also having replacement windows built and installed for the front of the house. Our home faces West and the brunt of the sun hits the front and North facing sides of the house. the windows are energy efficient dual paned windows filled with Argon gas for insulation. David will especially appreciate the new windows as he has a broken seal on his window and the room is either stifling hot or so cold he has to have a space heater to warm the room. Several of the windows at the front of the house have broken seals and water has run into the dual panes and ruined the window. The new windows are expensive, but are lifetime guaranteed and we plan to stay in the house until we are wrinkled and old.
Darla and I slept in on Sunday morning, missing the snooze alarm and oversleeping through church. We both hate to miss church and feel like our weekend isn't complete without the addition of some spiritual intervention by our pastor. We used to have the option of a Sunday night service, but that has been discontinued with our new 3000 seat worship center.
Darla and I will be off next week to Monterey and a chance to celebrate Darla's 40th birthday. Yes, I have a child bride and I'm happy for that. I will, of course, abandon Darla during our vacation to play golf at Poppy Hills near Pebble Beach in Carmel. We are travelling with Mark Konrad and his family as Mark and his brother Mike both also turn 40 during the trip and they have arranged a golf tournament. We will go out to dinner on Thursday night and celebrate all of the birthdays. Everyone heads home on Friday, but Darla and I will stay over Friday night and have some alone time to enjoy each other before heading back Saturday night. I bought tickets to see the Christian band, Third Day, on Sunday night in Davis. Sunday will be Darla's birthday, a mere week after she is feted for being a Mother.
Well, that's it for another week. I talked to Jennifer and she is doing well. She had to have her Ford Explorer into the shop for a rebuilt transmission. Thankfully she was able to save money while she was in Iraq and came into some money on a settlement from Ford Motor Company on a car that she had financed some years ago at usury rates. Ford paid her over $4,000 to settle the class action lawsuit. As always, Jennifer lands on her feet..like a cat. Be well.
The weather over the weekend was hot and sticky with nary a breeze to cool off the denizens of Northern California. I had left my golfing passion up to a friend and he made a noon tee time on Saturday. I prefer to play early and have the day ahead of me when I finish. Also, the REAL golfers are generally on the course early and the later it gets the more young kids are out with their Dads or girlfriends out with their boyfriends who enjoy golf, but like the companionship of females more, so they forego the foursome of buddies and play with their uncoordinated sweethearts later in the day. All of that to say that it took a whopping 5.75 hours to complete our round. I shot 45-40=85 to continue the mystifying poor start/strong finish routine that I've developed of late. I parred the final three holes for the 40 on the back nine. I may actually take a weekend off from golf this weekend, but hey it's only Tuesday and there is plenty of time to arrange a game yet.
Darla and I have started a Spring makeover of our home. We have the wood blinds installed, Darla finished the window treatment in our bedroom, and I installed a new handleset and brass kickplate on the front door. I also restained the door and varnished the finished product with a high gloss varnish. True to form, the should-have-been hour-long project turned into a full day, as the brass kick plate was too large for the door and had to be cut down. My collection of "Barbie" tools proved inadequate and I ended up simply scoring the brass and bending it over to fit the bottom of the door. This required removing the door and the bottom sweep, installing the brass plate and then reinstalling the sweep. The inclusion of the brass plate at the bottom of the door caused the sweep to hit the bottom sash plate and I spent another hour sanding the sash down and tightening the sweep to the point that the door shuts snuggly. I just hope that the door doesn't swell during the winter months or we may be permanently locked into the house. The only item catching now is the rubber sweep at the bottom of the door and I'm hoping that wears down over time to the point that the door swings shut without the need for an extra push to shut it. The door looks great with the new brass hardware, dark walnut stain and high gloss finish. Darla isn't sold on the look of the brass kick plate, but I like it.
We are also having replacement windows built and installed for the front of the house. Our home faces West and the brunt of the sun hits the front and North facing sides of the house. the windows are energy efficient dual paned windows filled with Argon gas for insulation. David will especially appreciate the new windows as he has a broken seal on his window and the room is either stifling hot or so cold he has to have a space heater to warm the room. Several of the windows at the front of the house have broken seals and water has run into the dual panes and ruined the window. The new windows are expensive, but are lifetime guaranteed and we plan to stay in the house until we are wrinkled and old.
Darla and I slept in on Sunday morning, missing the snooze alarm and oversleeping through church. We both hate to miss church and feel like our weekend isn't complete without the addition of some spiritual intervention by our pastor. We used to have the option of a Sunday night service, but that has been discontinued with our new 3000 seat worship center.
Darla and I will be off next week to Monterey and a chance to celebrate Darla's 40th birthday. Yes, I have a child bride and I'm happy for that. I will, of course, abandon Darla during our vacation to play golf at Poppy Hills near Pebble Beach in Carmel. We are travelling with Mark Konrad and his family as Mark and his brother Mike both also turn 40 during the trip and they have arranged a golf tournament. We will go out to dinner on Thursday night and celebrate all of the birthdays. Everyone heads home on Friday, but Darla and I will stay over Friday night and have some alone time to enjoy each other before heading back Saturday night. I bought tickets to see the Christian band, Third Day, on Sunday night in Davis. Sunday will be Darla's birthday, a mere week after she is feted for being a Mother.
Well, that's it for another week. I talked to Jennifer and she is doing well. She had to have her Ford Explorer into the shop for a rebuilt transmission. Thankfully she was able to save money while she was in Iraq and came into some money on a settlement from Ford Motor Company on a car that she had financed some years ago at usury rates. Ford paid her over $4,000 to settle the class action lawsuit. As always, Jennifer lands on her feet..like a cat. Be well.
