Anaheim’s first house, built in 1857 by Founder George Hanson. ‘The Mother Colony,’ a German group that left San Francisco to form a grape-growing colony in Southern California, selected the name given to this settlement. The vineyards, which became the largest in California, were destroyed by disease in 1885. The colony then started producing
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General Manager - New opening Pub with restaurant job with Jo Sheppard Recruitment Ltd | The Times & The Sunday Times Appointments
We are looking for an exceptional General Manager for this pub restaurant and bar due to open in the summer. This is the latest member in their family of pubs, with over 60 across the country for this successful and unique group, with each site being individual and having its own character. The building will be lovingly refurbished, and it will offer a traditional pub warmth and welcome with a freshly prepared menu, an exciting selection of ales and beers plus an impressive array of gins and whiskey. The service will be friendly and personal to deliver a superb guest experience.
In return the company are offering a very competitive salary plus benefits, career development and being a part of this positive and forward-thinking company
A short story writer, Janis Hubschman [aside: isn't that a great name? Janis makes me think of Janus, the god of beginnings and transitions, and Hubsch means pretty in German] has a great piece on 10 things you can do to improve your writing.
- When the story stalls, ask: what is the character thinking now? Is she thinking anything? If not, why not? Characters need to learn something about themselves, about their values and assumptions.
- Give the character something to do in the scene. It brings the character and the scene to life. A character soaking in the bathtub, thinking about her rotten marriage is boring. A character performing brain surgery, thinking about her rotten marriage is a different proposition.
One was the health of someone I care deeply about. Their health status was a question mark. Doctors ordered more tests, and the test results showed abnormalities. It was possible that they were facing something very serious, perhaps even deadly.
After losing three friends last year, I was freaking out. Not calm at all. Not the kind of support I should have been. Instead I was madly googling combinations of symptoms, finding rare diseases and not so rare diseases, and all of them with bad outcomes.
The second thing I've been worried about is a new project. Of course, it's not nearly as important as my loved one's health. But still, I want this project to succeed, and there's a lot about it that is different than anything I have done before.
One morning, when I was out for a run, I asked God for a sign that things would be okay. Specifically, I asked to find a coin.I always like to find money, and I look for it everyplace I go. First of all, it's rare, at least in my neighborhood. I walk and/or run every day, but sometimes months will go by where I don't find anything. Second of all, money says "In God We Trust," and it reminds me of my need to trust.
And then I saw the glint of something silver. A nickel, a dime, even a quarter? Silver coins are much rarer to find than brown-colored pennies.
At home, I kept praying. A long time ago, someone taught me this way to pray where you lift your hands high overhead and you tell God about the burden you are carrying - or you think you are carrying - and you offer it all up to him. Eventually, your arms get so tired and heavy and you have to let go. You have to give it up.
A few days later, I was running and I found another flat silver thing that wasn't a coin. It had a hole in it and it wasn't rusty.
And a few days after that, I found these. Play money that's basically one-fourth the size of a dollar bill.
And yesterday we heard from the doctor that while we may not ever know what caused it, the test results have all returned to normal, or close to it.
Today I also find myself thinking of Jay Lake, a Portland sci-fi writer who has been very open about his battle with what is now Stage Four colon cancer (the same cancer that killed Bridget Zinn last year). On his blog yesterday he revealed that his latest test results are bad. Three new growths in his liver. I know he is an atheist, and that he is unwavering in that. Maybe I am deluded, seeing signs and portents in pieces of trash.
ETA: (And, as Jay says in his latest post: If it helps you to pray for me, feel free to pray. Just because I'm an atheist doesn't mean I think you should be. Likewise, if it helps you to cuss, feel free to cuss. Or send a check to the American Cancer Society or the Clayton Memorial Medical Fund. Or buy one of my books. Or just go tell someone you love them.)