A great winter outfit can become…

You’ve seen a version of this outfit before, posted last January.

I bring it up again, since my issue with toe nails and now having to wear sandals full time, means it probably won’t be worn this way for a while. More likely it will be worn on a solo summer trip, without sweater, tights and flats…instead with blouses, bare legs and sandals.

I’ll be looking forward to it – if the spread of the virus permits!

Hugs,

Mandy

This is a good sign…

It’s an old picture from the archives, which I just posted to the blog. Not quite sure how I did it, so I will backtrack and try it again with another picture.

It was taken at Amtrak’s Penn Station during a layover in New York City several years ago, when I met up with Marian for an afternoon of sightseeing before my next train departed. (Those were the days!) Had a great lunch and a fabulous time…would love to try it again, but we’ve moved south to TN, hours away from Amtrak access, making it much more difficult to get around. (Not to mention that awful virus which continues to circulate, keeping me closer to home.)

Notice the lovely red nails, complete with nail art! Loved it Almost two weeks with them…had a fabulous time.

If I can post another picture, I’ll feel a little more confident about being able to keep this blog active! Time will tell – stay with me!

Hugs,

Mandy

This was totally unexpected:

Last Thursday, Wifey and I stopped at the local recycling center to turn in some moving boxes for recycling. I was wearing white slide sandals, white shorts and a blue crew-neck tunic, with my smallest purse and my usual appearance accoutrements (but no jewelry – per Wifey.) And she was wearing jeans , sneakers and a tee shirt.

Once I started struggling to pull out a big stack of moving boxes to heave then in the dumpster, the attendant came over and asked “Excuse me, Ma’am – may I have those big boxes? My mother is moving and can use them.” “You sure can, sir.” “Let me get those, Ma’am.” He took over, removed the entire stack at once, and put them in his car! I mentioned that we’ll have another load on Saturday and asked if he would like them. “Yes, Ma’am – thank you so much.” Wifey didn’t say a word during or after the exchange…and then we headed for the grocery store, where nobody had any reason to address either of us (self-service checkout!)

That weekend, we made another dump run with more boxes. This time I wore white capris, different white slide sandals, black boat-neck blouse, small purse and my permanent accoutrements, plus some light makeup. Once again, the attendant took over, and removed them from of my car – I didn’t have to lift a finger. “Thanks so much, Ma’am. My mother and I appreciate your generosity.” “I’m glad we could help!”

And then Wifey and I headed for the storage bin where we are storing some stuff from the move. I had a business matter to discuss with the newly-hired agent there, so Wifey headed directly to our compartment, rather than waste time just sitting there. The door to the agent’s office was locked, so I knocked. She opened it quickly: “I apologize, Ma’am, just got in from elsewhere on the property.”

We walked in the office, and it was quite chilly. I commented about how good it felt, and then – OMG – it happened: “I keep it at about 64 degrees all the time as I’m going through menopause. I just can’t stand it too warm. But I’m preaching to the choir here – you’ve been through it, so you’ve experienced those awful hot flashes, irregular periods and emergency trips to the bathroom to change your panties, like I just did!” Wow…I guess I’m a woman! “Indeed, dearie – but so many years ago! And it was nasty. Remember, air conditioning wasn’t as common back then. I hope you feel better soon!”

We got into the business at hand. In the details, my given name was requested. “Gosh, my daughter’s first name is the same as yours! And she gave my granddaughter the same name, but with one letter different!” We both agreed it’s a wonderful name…for a girl.

Then, once business was completed, I joined Wifey at our compartment and we finished our work for the day. As we loaded the car, the agent stuck her head out the door: “Thanks, ladies, have a good day!” “You too!”

Then we headed home…and nothing was said about it. Another amazing day – perhaps one for Southern hospitality?

Mandy

The dental hygienist nailed it!

Had a visit to the dentist recently…a new one, now that we have moved. When I was making the appointment, the receptionist interpreted my voice as male. Then I sent in the paperwork which confirmed it (only 2 choices – M or F).

On appointment day, I showed up for the appointment wearing gray capris, black v-neck tunic, with bare legs and sandals, and my usual long hair and 20 pretty nails. They all omitted any gender-specific terms!

And surprisingly, the lady who cleaned my teeth started a girly discussion about nails – she raved about my pink fingernails and white toenails! She had an appointment after work the next day, so she said she was going to try to have her nails done in pink like mine. And if they can’t duplicate it, she plans to go with white for all 20, since “a lot of us are wearing it.” And then, she discussed (tough to reply when your teeth are being cleaned) having some short extensions put on…but it might interfere with her job, so that probably won’t happen.

Then amazingly, she suggested that since I’m retired, I would look so pretty in just-above-the-knee dresses, with all 20 nails done in white, 1″ extensions on my fingers, and red ring fingernails as accents! I said that the dresses would be more fun (and cooler) than capris or shorts, but re-learning how to type would be too tough, so that probably isn’t in the cards. Didn’t want to say “I’d love to go that route, but Wifey would never stand for it!” That would kinda sorta ruin the mood!

But it proves: we never know when one of these “girl talks” will appear!

Still haven’t figured out what’s wrong with posting pictures, but as long as I can still post verbal updates, I’ll keep the blog open.

Hugs,

Mandy

Pittsburgh Airport – an archive and a story

That was the place, the date was circa 1961, the airline was Trans World Airlines (TWA) and the airplane was a Lockheed Constellation.

My father had just arrived home from a business trip, and this was the plane he flew in on. He always flew first class, so he was at one of the three windows behind the front door.

Everything in this picture is obsolete or changed: TWA had its last commercial flight back in 2001, after merging with American Airlines, the last scheduled flight of a Constellation in the US was on or about May 11, 1967, the method of boarding has changed significantly with the advent of weatherproof boarding “jetways” at major airports, and the type of engine (piston with propellers) on commercial airliners was largely superseded by turbojets with the launching of the Boeing 707 in December of 1957.

The fuel supplier (Texaco – “you can trust your car to the man who wears the star”) merged with Chevron in 2001, and though there are still some Texaco stations, the franchises were divested to the Shell Oil company thereafter. And even the name of the founders of Lockheed was (and the corporation) were changed back in the early 1900’s – from “Loughhead” to “Lockheed.”)

The only things still extant are the airport: Pittsburgh International Airport in Moon Township, PA and the aircraft manufacturer (Lockheed Martin – now a major defense contractor for the US military.)

Till next time…

Mandy

Onward.

It’s been well over a month since toe nail issues made sandals become “shoes of choice” every day – with my capris, shorts and tunics. It’s no longer necessary to decide between “which do I wear today – flats or sandals?” It’s “which sandals do I wear?”

Wifey is basically happy with this arrangement so far. Our closet isn’t over-crowded with my shoes, and she’s apparently become accustomed to my frequently being addressed as female. I’m comfortable wearing sandals all the time – their freedom is so much better than being stuck in closed shoes, so I’m happy. And my nail tech is as well…the good news is: my toe nails have remained intact!

But I cheerfully admit that I haven’t been allowed to get any sandals with even low (3″) heels, nor have I been required to wear my womens’ pants suit with sandals and painted nails. Yet. I’m hopeful that those will happen one day….

Onward in sandals…

Hugs,

Mandy

A tripleheader to remember…

No, it has nothing to do with baseball!

This was an unscheduled part of a scheduled railroad excursion between Kittanning and (memory serving me correctly) Brookville, PA on the Pittsburg & Shawmut Railroad in October of 1975, with steam power being ex-Reading #2102, repainted as Delaware & Hudson #302.

I had ridden this excursion the day before, and the fun part happened on the trip back. Wet leaves on the rail prevented the steam engine from getting enough traction to ascend the grade out of Brookville. So the P&S added two of their EMD SW-9 engines to help. The associated confusion meant an arrival approximately 2 hours late back at Kittanning.

I chased the trip the day after, and got to witness the excitement of a “2 diesel, 1 steam” triple header, with the diesels again added as a safety precaution. That sound of air horns from the diesels and the steam whistle, with the “roar and chuff” as the power passed, was a symphony never to be forgotten!

Those were the days!

Mandy

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I had ridden this excursion the day before, and the fun part happened on the
trip back. Wet leaves on the rail prevented the steam engine from getting
enough traction to ascend the grade out of Brookville. So the P&S added two
of their EMD SW-9 engines to help. The associated confusion meant an arrival
approximately 2 hours late back at Kittanning.

I chased the trip the day after, and got to witness the excitement of a
“2 diesel, 1 steam) triple header, with the diesels were added as a safety
precaution. That sound of air horns from the diesels and the steam whistle,
with the “roar and chuff” as the power passed, was a symphony never
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Those
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(memory serving me correctly) Brookville, PA on the Pittsburg & Shawmut
Railroad in October of 1975, with steam power being ex-Reading #2102, repainted
as Delaware & Hudson #302.

I had ridden this excursion the day before, and the fun part happened on the
trip back. Wet leaves on the rail prevented the steam engine from getting
enough traction to ascend the grade out of Brookville. So the P&S added two
of their EMD SW-9 engines to help. The associated confusion meant an arrival
approximately 2 hours late back at Kittanning.

I chased the trip the day after, and got to witness the excitement of a
“2 diesel, 1 steam) triple header, with the diesels were added as a safety
precaution. That sound of air horns from the diesels and the steam whistle,
with the “roar and chuff” as the power passed, was a symphony never
to be forgotten!

Those
were the days