parking

Smile

sunshine fence sculptureHello, my name is kmilyun and I have not been posting lately. I am not sure why. Perhaps all the time I have been spending looking at cool photos and reading post over on G+.  Guilty of ignoring the blog!

I started back to school – the adaptive PE and swimming classes.  I sure can tell that I have not been very active exercise wise this summer!  The first day (last week0 was crazy.  All the crazy people driving around totally oblivious to everyone else driving around LOL. It was so nuts that the campus police blocked off the main entrance for a bit – just as i arrived – so I had to go around and use an entrance on the opposite side of the campus from where I needed to be.  Then at every parking lot intersection an officer would point at me and then point to that isle of the lot. I would shake my head no and explain out my window I needed to keep going forward. Most after my insistent statements finally waved me forward. On officer – i am not sure he really understood english well – refused so I finally drove around him and watched in my rear view mirror as he took down my plate info. Crazy!

I am not going to park on the opposite end of the campus when I have a pass that allows me to park smack dang right in front of the portable building that our class is held in.  Crumb as it was I left 30 mins early to account for the first day craziness and still ended up being a few minuets late to class. I was not the only one either. Not sure why they did what the did but . …

I have been reading everyone’s blogs that I am following. Hope your still following too.

hopefully I will get an augh hah and come up with something relevant enough to blog about. Right now I have nothing.

Keep smiling!

 

jan

Trip to the VA

ocean

ocean

The VA Parking Lot

 

After we stopped laughing and headed up toward the truck in the parking area near the potties there were a couple of road signs that had copied notices that said SFVA on them and SFVA shuttle. Apparently, the lower parking area was where Mr. Garble mouth was trying to directing us to.

We waited and waited for the shuttle and waited. A couple of women came up to us and asked if we had any idea where the VA over flow lot was. We giggled and pointed down to the signs. They were relieved and explained that they could not understand what the guy in the VA parking lot up the hill had told them. We all agreed that he was an idgit.

A bit later a plain white van was driving by us and on of the ladies stopped it and asked if the driver knew where we were suppose to catch the shuttle for the VA. The driver smiled and pointed up a hill to a higher level of the lot. Then he laughed and said but you have found me! Yeah!!!!

Five blocks or more up the hill to the VA he drove us. Happy to arrive at the VA *although without the scooter) we each purchased a cup of much needed coffee.

 

Cloths and Food

First order of business was to find Billy. After locating him on the ground floor, we started roaming the building to find something Trish could change into. We found a pair of sweat pants in the gift shop area and Trish changed into them. We were hungry so we headed to the cafeteria to grab a bit. The place was full of people and none of them was paying attention to anyone but themselves. We finally decided on each getting a piece of pizza.

Every time Trish tried to catch a piece as it circled more and more folks behind us in line got annoyed at us and started shoving. We earned our pieces of pizza.

pizza at the VA

 

Elevator Woes

After eating, we went from desk to desk until someone finally could tell us what department Billy was in at the time. X-ray – the sign says second floor oh boy!

We boarded the first elevator going up. Pushed the second floor button and headed up. The elevator stopped at the first floor and a gentleman got on. The second floor button was already lit so he waited with us expecting to go up. Well, now this is the VA remember? The elevator shook and groaned and went right back down to the ground floor. Trish and I wanted to get off but the two people who jumped on and the original man were blocking our way. As we protested, they hit the second floor button and up we went – to the first floor! More people boarded and ignored our pleas to get off. The first gentleman is now on our side and wants to get out of the elevator now also.
As you must have figured out by now the elevator shook and groaned as it made its way back down to the ground floor. Before we could make our way though the crowd of people jammed in the elevator the woman next to the panel hit the second floor button and off we went – to the first floor. More folks got on and no one would let us off! Talk about a rude bunch of &$#$%@.

As the elevator shook and groaned I made my mind up come fall on my arse or piss everyone off I was getting off! You see, kmilyun does not do elevators well even when they are functioning perfectly.

Once the doors opened, (this time there was a long delay and people started panicking) on the ground floor again I shoved and bumped my way to the front and slide out with Trish and a two folks right behind me. Well, I must say that my exit was not graceful but I was outta that elevator!

There are two elevators and we had done the right one too many times! We waited until the left one finally came down and as we were getting on a bunch of folks started running toward it as they rushed out of the right one. Now I am usually fairly agreeable and helpful but . … these folks trapped me – refused to let us out . .. so I hit and held the close door button LOL heck with them. The four of us cheered!

We arrived at the VA around 9am and did not get out of there till 2pm. By the time, we got a ride back to the truck and Billy drove to China Town it was too late to even think of finding a parking spot. He circled several times but it was not to be. By the time we got out of San Francisco and headed home, we had hit so many potholes and bad road patches that we were all hurting.

chinatown street

 

Maybe our next

Trip to the VA

will be better.

Parking and Trucks

pump truck nozzle

pump truck nozzleThe trip to the V.A. was a success if you consider getting there and back home safe and sound the criteria.  We are ever so glad that Billy did most of the truck driving.  Then again, Trish and I have not laughed so much since our trip taking Brandon to a fishing tournament that took us to no mans land.

Parking the Truck

We arrived at the V.A. with some time to spare before Billy’s appoint time. Well, that was until we found the parking lot under construction and we silly enough to follow the alternative parking lot location sign. We found the parking garage where the lower level was set aside for parking. It was full and the truck just missed the roof by inches. We headed back to the original parking area and dropped Billy off. Trish was less that enthusiastic about driving the big truck in the dinky parking area. We were planning on circling in the truck until a space opened up. NOT!

There was a man in the isle that informed us that we needed to go to the overflow lot. I swear he talked like he had a wad of chew, gum, and a jaw breaker stuck in his mouth. We tried several times to understand where he was trying to direct us without success. By then the police car four cars behind us started hitting his woop woop siren thing. I finally said sir we are from Nevada is there a street we can maybe find parking on near here? He says “all I can tell you is you need to follow #Focnste to *&*5s street and make &^*&eft. Yas got^76a moves it out*&6 herr WTF!

Trish Drives the Truck

So I told Trish lets just go to the main road we came in on, make a left and we should if nothing else end up at the ocean. There is always parking there and we can call Billy and let him know where we are.  So Trish drove onto the road we came in on and proceeded to whine because she so does not do “city”.

We did end up a bit up above the ocean, parked in the first stall we found and started looking for a restroom. We both had yellow eyes. I asked a gentleman walking his dog, got to 411 on the porti potty location and we headed down a stairway to them.

The Potty Pump Truck

When we were about 50 yards from the lovely blue potties the pumper truck was pulling in. So, know we were not waiting we boogied as fast as we could and we both zipped into the largest one.  I did my thing whew and Trish started to do hers. We could hear and feel the pump truck doing it’s thing.  All of sudden I realized that the potty was shacking from the pumping going on in the adjacent stall. I tried to warn Trish but . .. well the next conversation was how I am an expert at what to do when one has umm P’d their pants LOL.

After a bit of convincing that the jacket hanging around her waste was doing the job we exited the potty only to find the pump truck guy looking right at us. Now you have to get the picture right here. He was holding the long tube that runs to his truck and on its end is a large silver nozzle. He is holding the nozzle like it is a gun in what best can be described as a Rambo stance. Seriously it looked like he was ready to cap us! We pushed past him and as quickly as we could made our way back to where the truck was.  OMG guess he had fun listening to us talking about P’ing our pants!

Now we are back at the truck and at least five long blocks down from the VA and looking up at the hill.

Next post –  an elevating one

Made it to First PE Class

I attended the first PE class yesterday morning. We really did nothing much but hear all about the rules and regulations – most of them came under the DUH category. I think today will be more productive as the instructor will evaluate and set up a program to help reach my goals.

She passed out a sheet to feel out.  One of the fields is to define our goals. Gosh some people took up the whole paragraph. All I could come up with was “improve my mobility and endurance”.

The weather here is crazy windy and lots of rain. It was more of a challenge getting to the class than being in the class yesterday. Yikes! I found my way to the machine to purchase the parking pass and it was broken. I got out my map and headed for another machine only to find the whole parking area surrounded by a chain link fence. After 5 mins of being in a line of vehicles I found a third machine – it ate every other quarter so it took two dollars to get to the one dollar mark and get a freaking pass! Wrong is so many ways.

Once I found parking near the classroom area all was good – stressed out but I got there. I was planning on finding the admin building and purchasing a semester pass but the weather gave me an easy out on that one.

Today I am looking out the window and honestly it is one of those days weather wise that only a ding bat would go out in if they did not have to.  And, gosh I have to.

I do not drive a lot anymore because frankly I get lost and it is not a fun thing to do anymore. I used to love to drive drive drive but now I rather have  someone else do it. Geezz the wind and rain is crazy heck out there. Hope the machines work today.

So maybe more later if the power stays on.