Another milestone in my life. 20 years of marriage which equals half of my life. I married young and during an era when our peers were trying each other out by living together. We made the more traditional commitment of getting married then living together.
I recently attended a mini-seminar during a ladies retreat where I was asked: when getting married what were two of your expectations. I pondered on that question as my "classmates" began writing down their answers. Later I learned some of them... that we would be 'happy happy happy'; 'we'd be in love always'...
Admittedly, my memory is poor. So I had to 'think' like my 19 year old self. I remembered being starry eyed in love, planning a big traditional wedding. I remember feeling those mushy feelings of love and thinking my 'man' was so cute! I desired to spend every moment possible with him.
I also remembered the stress of planning the wedding, caught between my desires and our parents' ideas of appropriateness for the event. I distinctly recall telling him that if I couldn't "please" all these people in planning "my" wedding maybe we shouldn't get married. My husband-to-be held me close and assured me he loved me and I need not "please" these others, and a wedding event did not make a marriage. (Later his grandmother reminded me to always take care of my husband and children first).
We were so terribly young. I didn't think so at the time, but looking back we were very young. At our wedding he was 22 years old and I had just turned 20. The arrogance of youth, the confidence of youth, the audacity of youth. And naive in our our youthfulness.
We chose to marry at a the church where, interestingly, we had met. In God's infinite wisdom we were fortunate to have a seasoned semi-retired minister be assigned to perform our wedding ceremony. As part of having our wedding in this church we were required to attend some pre-marriage classes and well as several private sessions with our minister. I recall the classes covering topics on money, the importance of saving money and balancing your checkbook. We didn't have any money at the time so that was easy for us at the moment. Another topic was on sexual purity, waiting until your wedding night. Hmmmmm, can't recall any of the other topics but I remember there six total classes and being bored silly. Ha ha.
Our time with Pastor Nelson was the most instrumental. A seasoned minister and a veteran spouse. He talked us through all the potential pitfalls and challenges in marriage. What will you do; how will you feel if you can't have children? Oh, by the way, how many children to do you want, please answer individually. How will you handle financial stress? Illness? Most importantly, I remember learning from him that marriage would involve lots of compromises... he recommended we skip the tube toothpaste and go right for the pump or at minimum get two tubes. He guaranteed us that one would want to squeeze from the bottom and the other from the top. Yep, he was right.
I don't recall all that dear man counseled us, but I know it stuck. We were marrying in an time when the divorce rate was 50%. Our friends were rejecting marriage in favor of living together. We were odd: being very young when many were not getting married until after college and careers were started; we hadn't dated many others; our dating relationship was short. He prayed with us and I believe continued to pray for us through out his remaining years.
So back to those two expectations. I wrote down: we'd be married forever and we'd have children. Thus far, two decades of marriage and two children.
It hasn't been easy. There were times that I didn't want to be married to him but didn't want to leave without him. We've had our struggles over money, parenting, household jobs, communication, .... But I made a resolution 20 years ago to live my life with this man, for better or for worse. I don't care for the worse, so I have sought the better - even when it wasn't so good. Am I soooo happy I have fought for it!
I am still crazy in love with my husband. He is the best! My starry eyed love still shows but has grown into more of a deep, admiring love for an individual who stays with me, loves me, cares for me all while knowing all my faults. Believe me, I am not easy to live with, often I can't live with myself. I definitely got the better end of this deal!
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Parenting Acrostic
I had the privilege of sharing a short talk/devotion at my sister-in-law's baby shower. This is what I shared with everyone:
PARENTING
P is for prayer. Parenting is praying. It is our highest calling and greatest privilege to pray for our child. Seeking God’s guidance, wisdom for this child placed in your responsibility.
A is for advocate. As a parent, you alone will feel the deep desire for success, care, love, etc of your child.
You are their biggest cheerleader, bully, protector, strongest VOICE for your child. Advocate for your child’s well being, education, friends, etc.
R is for rejoice. Rejoice in your child, in each and every stage. Celebrate who he/she is, her/his accomplishments. Sometimes a child is not who you dreamed it would be – rejoice in how God made him/her.
E is for exhaustion. Parenting takes a lot of energy. Sleepless nights, continuous motion, activities, projects, chasing after small legs that never seem to tire. Take care of yourself to keep up with this bundle of energy.
N is for nurturing. Providing for the needs of food, shelter, love, security. Take care of your relationship with the Lord, your marriage, yourself, your children. One of the very best to give your child stability and security… keep your marriage important, your family strong.
T is for Teaching/Training. A parent is a child’s first, ever present, and most powerful teacher. It begins with learning how to eat, sleep, talk, walk, sit down, be quite, manners, behavior. Balance with love and discipline. Discipline is as important as love.
I is for Intuition. A parent’s “gut” is God given! You are more in tune with your child than anyone else. Listen to it and if necessary make others listen to it!
N is for Never..give up. Each child is precious and parenting will likely be your most challenging job. Through any situation with your child - NEVER give up. God put this child into your life know you were the perfect parent! Take a break for a weekend (many willing to help you) but never give up.
G is for Go. Go back to prayer. When you think you have prayed enough, go back and pray again.
Now for the 'fun' acrostic:
P = peeing, pooping, puking
A = accidents
R = running
E = exhaustion
N = naps
T = teasing
I = imagination
N = naps
G = giggles
PARENTING
P is for prayer. Parenting is praying. It is our highest calling and greatest privilege to pray for our child. Seeking God’s guidance, wisdom for this child placed in your responsibility.
A is for advocate. As a parent, you alone will feel the deep desire for success, care, love, etc of your child.
You are their biggest cheerleader, bully, protector, strongest VOICE for your child. Advocate for your child’s well being, education, friends, etc.
R is for rejoice. Rejoice in your child, in each and every stage. Celebrate who he/she is, her/his accomplishments. Sometimes a child is not who you dreamed it would be – rejoice in how God made him/her.
E is for exhaustion. Parenting takes a lot of energy. Sleepless nights, continuous motion, activities, projects, chasing after small legs that never seem to tire. Take care of yourself to keep up with this bundle of energy.
N is for nurturing. Providing for the needs of food, shelter, love, security. Take care of your relationship with the Lord, your marriage, yourself, your children. One of the very best to give your child stability and security… keep your marriage important, your family strong.
T is for Teaching/Training. A parent is a child’s first, ever present, and most powerful teacher. It begins with learning how to eat, sleep, talk, walk, sit down, be quite, manners, behavior. Balance with love and discipline. Discipline is as important as love.
I is for Intuition. A parent’s “gut” is God given! You are more in tune with your child than anyone else. Listen to it and if necessary make others listen to it!
N is for Never..give up. Each child is precious and parenting will likely be your most challenging job. Through any situation with your child - NEVER give up. God put this child into your life know you were the perfect parent! Take a break for a weekend (many willing to help you) but never give up.
G is for Go. Go back to prayer. When you think you have prayed enough, go back and pray again.
Now for the 'fun' acrostic:
P = peeing, pooping, puking
A = accidents
R = running
E = exhaustion
N = naps
T = teasing
I = imagination
N = naps
G = giggles
Friday, August 20, 2010
Another Year; Another Decade
Yesterday I celebrated my birthday. The celebrations for those years that end in Zero seems to warrant bigger celebrations.
When you turn 10 - it is very exciting to enter the two digit world, oh to go back to the single digits.
When you turn 20 - life is very exciting and liberating. You are thought of as an adult, finally.
When you turn 30 - You realize that 29 is the age you will remain, time is going by to swiftly.
When you turn 40 - WHOA! put on the breaks, life is speeding by quickly. Hey, where did those gray hairs come from - - that's not ME in the mirror.
That is my experience thus far - up to date, as of yesterday LOL
What will be 50, 60, 70, 80, 90, 100 - yes 100, need to stay around that long to torture, I mean love, my children :)
I have been tending to make big celebrations the year before the 'zero' year. For my 29th birthday I talked my dad into rising early to make and serve pancakes at the local Threshing Show - an annual festival that 'must' be attended.
My 39th birthday - well now that was a bash. Girlfriends together, in costume and character for the evening.... I was a lady of status and money (LOL LOL), we had a detective, a cow girl, a serf, a medieval queen, a toddler... we dined; we piled in an SUV, rolled down the windows waving at everyone singing ABBA at full volume; packaged food for starving children; and watched a comedy video. Just being silly!! OH it was fun!
Now my 40th I spent with my family. Three months prior I bought tickets to see the Broadway production of Wicked which nicely is playing during my birthday in my town. Good thing I bought those tickets three months ahead of time. About a month prior to my birthday, I had adopted a dog, expensive deal, who knew? She was free after all! Had I not had the tickets I think hubby would have given me a picture of Gracie and declared it my gift.
Now the dog.... she has been brought several projects one of which was installing an underground fence around about 3 acres of our property. She has a propensity to chase the my precious kitties, something I am not pleased about with her. However, the cats will run into the barn for safety. Unfortunately, the floor to the shed never did get finished so the openings under the door allow even a large dog to get underneath. This just won't do, as once in the shed, Gracie runs everywhere, terrorizing. SO...... this requires dirt, lots of dirt. Something that needed to be done years and years ago. Now it must be done.
Back to my birthday. The morning of my birthday, 80 tons of dirt arrived. What more could a girl want? I mean really, this is great, previously I have received a lawn sweeper, another birthday a nail gun with 3,000 nails but dirt, now dirt, that is extra special.
Before the dirt can be spread, the shed must be cleaned out. OH WHAT A JOB! 12 years of stuff, equipment, stuff, to move, clean out, sort through. UGH! Hubby has a tendency to keep stuff along with tractors, combine, hay baler, skid steer, lawn mowers, a car that needs fixing, tools, tools, stuff, stuff, ladders.... you get the idea.
Back to the morning of my birthday... I started out going to exercise, then I got to stop at the city recycling center to off load a lot of cardboard (from the shed), then home to clean out the shed and pay for the dirt, then into town to take the aluminum cans to the recycling center, back home to shovel dirt and clean out more stuff. I did get to drive the skid steer! Yes, a girl can do that too.
This was my morning and afternoon - - cleaning out and shoveling dirt. What a special day. Sound exciting yet? I'm tired.
But the real fun was yet to come: hubby and I got cleaned up, dressed up, and made our way to the city. We had dinner reservations where they had personalized menus for me! Wishing me a happy birthday. I finally got cake - yummy cheesecake following a meal of lobster and shrimp linguini Diavolo. I could not pass up the appetizer of Portabello Mushroom and Goat Cheese Bruschetta, very yummy. It was all delicious! I even managed to not over eat (i.e. not clean my plate). So I was pleasantly full.
Then we were off to see the show! Sitting next to my best friend, my hubby, watching a fantastic performance of Wicked. Priceless and a memory to treasure for a lifetime.
An excellent way to launch this next decade of life. A fantastic family, a dog, hard work, good food, and great entertainment.
P.S. my children are just wonderful too.... they need not do anything extra special for they are a gift just being part of my life.
When you turn 10 - it is very exciting to enter the two digit world, oh to go back to the single digits.
When you turn 20 - life is very exciting and liberating. You are thought of as an adult, finally.
When you turn 30 - You realize that 29 is the age you will remain, time is going by to swiftly.
When you turn 40 - WHOA! put on the breaks, life is speeding by quickly. Hey, where did those gray hairs come from - - that's not ME in the mirror.
That is my experience thus far - up to date, as of yesterday LOL
What will be 50, 60, 70, 80, 90, 100 - yes 100, need to stay around that long to torture, I mean love, my children :)
I have been tending to make big celebrations the year before the 'zero' year. For my 29th birthday I talked my dad into rising early to make and serve pancakes at the local Threshing Show - an annual festival that 'must' be attended.
My 39th birthday - well now that was a bash. Girlfriends together, in costume and character for the evening.... I was a lady of status and money (LOL LOL), we had a detective, a cow girl, a serf, a medieval queen, a toddler... we dined; we piled in an SUV, rolled down the windows waving at everyone singing ABBA at full volume; packaged food for starving children; and watched a comedy video. Just being silly!! OH it was fun!
Now my 40th I spent with my family. Three months prior I bought tickets to see the Broadway production of Wicked which nicely is playing during my birthday in my town. Good thing I bought those tickets three months ahead of time. About a month prior to my birthday, I had adopted a dog, expensive deal, who knew? She was free after all! Had I not had the tickets I think hubby would have given me a picture of Gracie and declared it my gift.
Now the dog.... she has been brought several projects one of which was installing an underground fence around about 3 acres of our property. She has a propensity to chase the my precious kitties, something I am not pleased about with her. However, the cats will run into the barn for safety. Unfortunately, the floor to the shed never did get finished so the openings under the door allow even a large dog to get underneath. This just won't do, as once in the shed, Gracie runs everywhere, terrorizing. SO...... this requires dirt, lots of dirt. Something that needed to be done years and years ago. Now it must be done.
Back to my birthday. The morning of my birthday, 80 tons of dirt arrived. What more could a girl want? I mean really, this is great, previously I have received a lawn sweeper, another birthday a nail gun with 3,000 nails but dirt, now dirt, that is extra special.
Before the dirt can be spread, the shed must be cleaned out. OH WHAT A JOB! 12 years of stuff, equipment, stuff, to move, clean out, sort through. UGH! Hubby has a tendency to keep stuff along with tractors, combine, hay baler, skid steer, lawn mowers, a car that needs fixing, tools, tools, stuff, stuff, ladders.... you get the idea.
Back to the morning of my birthday... I started out going to exercise, then I got to stop at the city recycling center to off load a lot of cardboard (from the shed), then home to clean out the shed and pay for the dirt, then into town to take the aluminum cans to the recycling center, back home to shovel dirt and clean out more stuff. I did get to drive the skid steer! Yes, a girl can do that too.
This was my morning and afternoon - - cleaning out and shoveling dirt. What a special day. Sound exciting yet? I'm tired.
But the real fun was yet to come: hubby and I got cleaned up, dressed up, and made our way to the city. We had dinner reservations where they had personalized menus for me! Wishing me a happy birthday. I finally got cake - yummy cheesecake following a meal of lobster and shrimp linguini Diavolo. I could not pass up the appetizer of Portabello Mushroom and Goat Cheese Bruschetta, very yummy. It was all delicious! I even managed to not over eat (i.e. not clean my plate). So I was pleasantly full.
Then we were off to see the show! Sitting next to my best friend, my hubby, watching a fantastic performance of Wicked. Priceless and a memory to treasure for a lifetime.
An excellent way to launch this next decade of life. A fantastic family, a dog, hard work, good food, and great entertainment.
P.S. my children are just wonderful too.... they need not do anything extra special for they are a gift just being part of my life.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Not Enough
Do you ever feel as if what you are and who you are is not enough? If not, I am very happy for you.
For me, however, I have entered a time of feeling that I am not enough.
Not enough for my family (extended)
Not enough for my friends
Not enough for my pets
Not enough for my ministry
Not enough for volunteer hours
I want to yell... I am doing the best I can! or If you could see my heart you would see the real intent!
My wonderful, fantastic hubby is very supportive and helps control the gate on my time and activities. But I struggle so much with the balance. I am privileged to be home full-time. Part of this position is home educating our children - which is a full time job in of itself.
Since hubby works many hours and has a couple of hours commuting each day, he is not home much during the day. He arrives home in the evening at about the time I must leave if the children or I have an activity. We become ships passing not seeing each other. I have strove to keep those evening activities limited and sporadic to allow for family time. But life being what it is... it is Not Enough.
Summer adds additional challenges. Lawn mowing, which this year has been about every 5 days. At 4-5 hours on the mower each time this is a significant time chunk. I get opportunities to visit with friends that I do not get to see during the school year. I fear my regular friends feel neglected and left out. *sigh* Not Enough.
Family has different demands - not just in physical time but emotional time. I am not who they want me to be and I feel the continual tugs to be different. *sigh* Not enough. Please see inside me and see my tender heart... some of my actions are protective actions. I have done all I can do, relationships are what they are and it takes two to dance.
I am blessed with many friends... I just can't be there and do everything with them. I have chosen my family as my priority... which means I get them to their activities and strive to be home or out with them in the evenings. Tough balancing act to do these things while mowing the lawn, taking care of the house, laundry, and taking the dog out for a walk everyday (which is a good thing for me too). *sigh* Not Enough.
The organization in which I put in many volunteers hours just keeps seeking, well more like demanding, more and more. *sigh* Not Enough.
My poor hubby and children - I fail in providing for them. All too often they are foraging for dinner, on limited supplies because that requires someone to buy groceries. I was thrilled this week to plan and provide three meals in a row! But again - - Not Enough.
I JUST WANT to quit! But quitting is not an option. For it is Not Enough to quit and would not solve anything. My option... to evaluate my priorities and make a plan.
I know my Heavenly Father sees me, hears me, understands me the best. He created and wired me. He is gracious to nudge me in directions I should go or away from paths I am walking. I look to Him to set the standard.
My prayer is that my Heavenly Father would whisper in the ears - she is doing enough. Accept her as I created her. She is following ME and that is enough.
For me, however, I have entered a time of feeling that I am not enough.
Not enough for my family (extended)
Not enough for my friends
Not enough for my pets
Not enough for my ministry
Not enough for volunteer hours
I want to yell... I am doing the best I can! or If you could see my heart you would see the real intent!
My wonderful, fantastic hubby is very supportive and helps control the gate on my time and activities. But I struggle so much with the balance. I am privileged to be home full-time. Part of this position is home educating our children - which is a full time job in of itself.
Since hubby works many hours and has a couple of hours commuting each day, he is not home much during the day. He arrives home in the evening at about the time I must leave if the children or I have an activity. We become ships passing not seeing each other. I have strove to keep those evening activities limited and sporadic to allow for family time. But life being what it is... it is Not Enough.
Summer adds additional challenges. Lawn mowing, which this year has been about every 5 days. At 4-5 hours on the mower each time this is a significant time chunk. I get opportunities to visit with friends that I do not get to see during the school year. I fear my regular friends feel neglected and left out. *sigh* Not Enough.
Family has different demands - not just in physical time but emotional time. I am not who they want me to be and I feel the continual tugs to be different. *sigh* Not enough. Please see inside me and see my tender heart... some of my actions are protective actions. I have done all I can do, relationships are what they are and it takes two to dance.
I am blessed with many friends... I just can't be there and do everything with them. I have chosen my family as my priority... which means I get them to their activities and strive to be home or out with them in the evenings. Tough balancing act to do these things while mowing the lawn, taking care of the house, laundry, and taking the dog out for a walk everyday (which is a good thing for me too). *sigh* Not Enough.
The organization in which I put in many volunteers hours just keeps seeking, well more like demanding, more and more. *sigh* Not Enough.
My poor hubby and children - I fail in providing for them. All too often they are foraging for dinner, on limited supplies because that requires someone to buy groceries. I was thrilled this week to plan and provide three meals in a row! But again - - Not Enough.
I JUST WANT to quit! But quitting is not an option. For it is Not Enough to quit and would not solve anything. My option... to evaluate my priorities and make a plan.
I know my Heavenly Father sees me, hears me, understands me the best. He created and wired me. He is gracious to nudge me in directions I should go or away from paths I am walking. I look to Him to set the standard.
My prayer is that my Heavenly Father would whisper in the ears - she is doing enough. Accept her as I created her. She is following ME and that is enough.
Monday, July 26, 2010
Lessons of anxiety
Some lessons of high anxiety learned this month:
1. There isn't always a sound reason for the anxiety
2. The symptoms do manifest in the physical body
3. Talking does help
4. Listening to advice is important but MORE important is to DO something
5. Breathe deeply
6. Take one moment; one day at a time
7. Tell me to 'get over it' is easier said than done
8. Help me find the humor in the situation
9. Pray for me, hold me, listen to me
10. It is vital to remind myself of truth as anxiety feeds on lies (make a list to combat thoughts of mis-truths)
11. Surround myself with those who will tell me the truth and help me to discern truth
12. Things will get better - with time.
1. There isn't always a sound reason for the anxiety
2. The symptoms do manifest in the physical body
3. Talking does help
4. Listening to advice is important but MORE important is to DO something
5. Breathe deeply
6. Take one moment; one day at a time
7. Tell me to 'get over it' is easier said than done
8. Help me find the humor in the situation
9. Pray for me, hold me, listen to me
10. It is vital to remind myself of truth as anxiety feeds on lies (make a list to combat thoughts of mis-truths)
11. Surround myself with those who will tell me the truth and help me to discern truth
12. Things will get better - with time.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Who's that in the mirror?
Have you ever looked in the mirror and wondered who you were seeing? Maybe felt confident, assured but then something rocked your core? Have you wondered and considered why all of the sudden you can't cope as usual? Who is this person in the mirror?
This week, I have looked in the mirror, the inner mirror and wondered who I am? From where did this stem? Well, I adopted a dog. She is bigger than I had intended, was a little impulsive and brought this 80 pound, not as mellow as was told, dog into my home. I asked all sorts of questions, except the cat question. I have cats, what was I thinking?
Gracie is an 80 pound, 4.5 year old, lab/springer mix dog. A city dog that has not seen much wild life much less a cat. My home is small and an active, hyper, cat fixated dog is messing with my nerves! I haven't eaten, slept much at all in 4 days. Great weight loss program but not recommended.
But I wonder, why am I not coping? It is change, but I brought this change upon myself. Both of my children fell in love with her and when I discussed with them the idea that Gracie may be able to stay with us - they burst into tears. I was particularly surprised by DD#1's reaction. She wasn't sure about a dog in previous discussions but now is in total adoration of Gracie.
What is a mother to do? DH who wasn't desiring a dog, has been incredibly supportive! Discussing underground fence and other ideas to smooth things over.
But my anxiety! I have never felt like this previously. I am high strung and prone to over think and over react. But this is different, usually I eat and eat under stress; now I can't hardly tolerate food. My thoughts are racing, my chest hurts, I feel sick to my stomach.... I have wondered if I am losing my mind.
I have family members who deal with high anxiety. DH has suggested that God is using this experience to give me greater empathy. So is this a lesson from God's book? DD#1 likes having a constant companion (now for Gracie to bond with her more than I).
I have much to work through... live in the moment, deal with the things that concern me as they come, not worry about the future, not over-reactive, find the positives, breathe deep, relax, talk to the Lord, and stay focused on Him.
Already, Gracie is teaching us the importance of exercise, routine, calm assertiveness, living in the moment.
More lessons to come.... now for the cats and dog to sort out their dominance *sigh*
This week, I have looked in the mirror, the inner mirror and wondered who I am? From where did this stem? Well, I adopted a dog. She is bigger than I had intended, was a little impulsive and brought this 80 pound, not as mellow as was told, dog into my home. I asked all sorts of questions, except the cat question. I have cats, what was I thinking?
Gracie is an 80 pound, 4.5 year old, lab/springer mix dog. A city dog that has not seen much wild life much less a cat. My home is small and an active, hyper, cat fixated dog is messing with my nerves! I haven't eaten, slept much at all in 4 days. Great weight loss program but not recommended.
But I wonder, why am I not coping? It is change, but I brought this change upon myself. Both of my children fell in love with her and when I discussed with them the idea that Gracie may be able to stay with us - they burst into tears. I was particularly surprised by DD#1's reaction. She wasn't sure about a dog in previous discussions but now is in total adoration of Gracie.
What is a mother to do? DH who wasn't desiring a dog, has been incredibly supportive! Discussing underground fence and other ideas to smooth things over.
But my anxiety! I have never felt like this previously. I am high strung and prone to over think and over react. But this is different, usually I eat and eat under stress; now I can't hardly tolerate food. My thoughts are racing, my chest hurts, I feel sick to my stomach.... I have wondered if I am losing my mind.
I have family members who deal with high anxiety. DH has suggested that God is using this experience to give me greater empathy. So is this a lesson from God's book? DD#1 likes having a constant companion (now for Gracie to bond with her more than I).
I have much to work through... live in the moment, deal with the things that concern me as they come, not worry about the future, not over-reactive, find the positives, breathe deep, relax, talk to the Lord, and stay focused on Him.
Already, Gracie is teaching us the importance of exercise, routine, calm assertiveness, living in the moment.
More lessons to come.... now for the cats and dog to sort out their dominance *sigh*
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Outgoing? Alone in a crowd?
I am a person that is 'accused' of being outgoing. I guess one would believe it by some of my actions. Although I usually argue that I am not outgoing, which is received with much laughter and disbelief. I really am not terribly outgoing - my actions are a cover for my shyness, a learned behavior.
I have a Facebook account. I recently noticed the number of friends I have on this account. I was rather stunned by the many, many 'friends' I have on this account.
Many are family members, many live in my community but I am not in touch with and others live afar and have recently become reconnected.
Some of the family grouping are extended family that live in another country. It has been very grand to be more acquainted with these family members. I am feeling more confident of traveling to visit them one day, with just a bit more knowledge of them through the virtual world.
Others, quite a few, in fact are family members of my husband. I have to admit it has been fun to get to know this vast family. We live all over the upper mid-west and are not in contact much. Added to the challenge in knowing these family members is we have been unable to attend the last few reunions.
Another grouping of friends are from my school days. I must admit I don't remember some of them very well at all. But I find it entertaining to learn of who and where those I attended school with are today.
Yet another group is also from my childhood - family friends, church friends of yore. As with school friends I find it much easier to remember many of these folk if they have some 'old' photos of themselves posted.
I am not very 'close' to hardly any of these folks, but I am connected to them in some manner. The virtual world has given me, I fear, a sense of false intimacy. But I do have more to visit with these if I bump into them on the street. Small talk is easier - always a bit of a challenge for me.
Another grouping are those that are in my life day-in-day out sometimes monthly. Mostly friends of my adult life. We do not have a connection any older than maybe the last 1 day -15 years. And others are youth - which is the real reason I am on Facebook - to make sure my on DD is 'safe' in this virtual world.
All of this to say: I KNOW a lot of people. But I am friends with a limited few. I can be in a room with many of these folks and feel very alone. I really am a shy girl at heart. I hid behind my parents as a youngster - peeking out. I was dreadfully afraid of making a phone call. I have developed skills to cover for these shy traits. But it really is a cover.
I don't 'like' to be alone. I certainly don't want others to feel alone and thus usually start a conversation to make me and whoever feel better. Ha ha. It is rouse. By the end of the event I am usually tired and need some recharge time. Time alone, or with a very small number of individuals. Ones who really know me for who I am - a direct, not always tactful, big hearted, puts foot in mouth but means well, tender individual. I am not sure of where I fit in- if anywhere.
In a room with lots of people I am really uncomfortable. I tend to be a wall-flower. I do not feel like I am quit witted or chatty enough to 'work a room.' I do much better with 6 or less in a crowd.
So.... how did I ever get such a large number of 'friends?' For a shy girl, I sure do know a lot of people. Wonders will never cease.
I have a Facebook account. I recently noticed the number of friends I have on this account. I was rather stunned by the many, many 'friends' I have on this account.
Many are family members, many live in my community but I am not in touch with and others live afar and have recently become reconnected.
Some of the family grouping are extended family that live in another country. It has been very grand to be more acquainted with these family members. I am feeling more confident of traveling to visit them one day, with just a bit more knowledge of them through the virtual world.
Others, quite a few, in fact are family members of my husband. I have to admit it has been fun to get to know this vast family. We live all over the upper mid-west and are not in contact much. Added to the challenge in knowing these family members is we have been unable to attend the last few reunions.
Another grouping of friends are from my school days. I must admit I don't remember some of them very well at all. But I find it entertaining to learn of who and where those I attended school with are today.
Yet another group is also from my childhood - family friends, church friends of yore. As with school friends I find it much easier to remember many of these folk if they have some 'old' photos of themselves posted.
I am not very 'close' to hardly any of these folks, but I am connected to them in some manner. The virtual world has given me, I fear, a sense of false intimacy. But I do have more to visit with these if I bump into them on the street. Small talk is easier - always a bit of a challenge for me.
Another grouping are those that are in my life day-in-day out sometimes monthly. Mostly friends of my adult life. We do not have a connection any older than maybe the last 1 day -15 years. And others are youth - which is the real reason I am on Facebook - to make sure my on DD is 'safe' in this virtual world.
All of this to say: I KNOW a lot of people. But I am friends with a limited few. I can be in a room with many of these folks and feel very alone. I really am a shy girl at heart. I hid behind my parents as a youngster - peeking out. I was dreadfully afraid of making a phone call. I have developed skills to cover for these shy traits. But it really is a cover.
I don't 'like' to be alone. I certainly don't want others to feel alone and thus usually start a conversation to make me and whoever feel better. Ha ha. It is rouse. By the end of the event I am usually tired and need some recharge time. Time alone, or with a very small number of individuals. Ones who really know me for who I am - a direct, not always tactful, big hearted, puts foot in mouth but means well, tender individual. I am not sure of where I fit in- if anywhere.
In a room with lots of people I am really uncomfortable. I tend to be a wall-flower. I do not feel like I am quit witted or chatty enough to 'work a room.' I do much better with 6 or less in a crowd.
So.... how did I ever get such a large number of 'friends?' For a shy girl, I sure do know a lot of people. Wonders will never cease.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Cherry Tree
Several years ago DD#2 planted a cherry tree, okay her dad planted a cherry tree for her in our front yard. We carefully selected the spot, dug the hole, planted the tree, watered it. We watered it for the first year or two rather consistently. It seemed to be thriving. Then I noticed as I mowed around this stick in the ground that it produced buds but no leaves. The following year nothing. Then the next year 5 little leaves on a little branch. I left it in the ground another year. This year it obviously was not producing. I grew tired of mowing around this stick in the ground.
A few weeks ago, I took a shovel and began the process of digging up this sad little stick in the ground once called a cherry tree. Wow! I had dug up dead small trees in the past and it really wasn't much effort. This little thing had developed a decent sized root ball and had put down a tap root. It had thrived long enough to put down a long root deep into the ground. I widened my hole I was digging, went a little deeper. I tugged and pulled - - this tree wasn't giving up willingly.
Finally in the end, I went fetched a hand saw and cut off the root ball and tree from the tap root. Filled the hole with dirt and replaced the sod. The tree had been removed but the long tap root remains. I am certain that now it will begin to decay.
Sadly this strong root did not provide the nourishment to produce any fruit on our little tree. DD#2 is sad as she planted the tree at the tender age of 7. She had hoped to visit this tree in her older age. Her sister's Maple tree is growing so she is rightly disappointed. This fall or next spring we will help her obtain and plant a new tree.
This process gave me thoughts to ponder. I recently shared my thoughts with a group of wonderful friends and together we "fleshed" out the analogies a bit.
1. A person's walk with the Lord can be like this tree - - planted, watered, loved, thriving, put down roots in their Walk with the Lord. But then stop receiving nourishment and stop maturing ceasing to grow and produce fruit.
2. A person's walk with the Lord can be like this tree - - carefully planted, watered, loved, begin to thrive, put down a deep root system, be sturdy underground, where no-one sees, but look dead above. Rooted in the Lord but not maturing, growing, or producing fruit. Eventually the Gardener, our Heavenly Father, comes along and prunes the garden. Removed from the garden - although the roots remain, deep underground. Thankfully with our relationship with God, unlike my little tree, these roots be can revived and a new life begin to grow.
There are several analogies with this tree and it's root system. These are just two. I remember being overwhelmed with these "ponderings" as I dug away at the roots of this tree. I am so glad that I serve to a loving, merciful God.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Parenting Milestone
Today is a milestone day. DD#1 registered for highschool.
It was just a year or two ago, that a toddler was at my feet. Somehow, time has slipped and she is now a young lady. A young lady entering highschool.
It is huge step. Understand, we have been a homeschooling family for the past 7 years. Other than Kindergarten and 1st grade we have schooled at home. Now we are going to enter the public school arena again. DD#1 is apprehensive, I can see it in her face. Guess what? So am I. No one told me how tied up emotionally I would be upon becoming a mother. How silly I was to think I was done with school upon my high school graduation.
This registration was also a pass/fail test for me. Have we prepared our child academically? Is she ready? Not only academically, but emotionally too. The registration itself was rather easy - not too many choices for freshman. Whew... that step complete.
Now we prepare for fall. The first day, first week, first quarter, first semester. Next year, every morning, my precious DD will leave our home and go to school. I think I'll miss her. And yet I am relieved that I am not solely responsible for the highschool transcript. I'm sure that I would have overcome... but it is a relief.
I think this will be beneficial for DD#1. It will provide opportunities to expand beyond her parents. I am confident in her discernment skills and maturity. She is intelligent and proven herself so I am not concerned about the studies being too challenging. More concerned they may not be challenging enough!
I am nervous for her - how could I not be? My first day of highschool was nerve wrecking enough and I attended the same school system for most of my life. This is her return to 'formal' education since a small child. Thankfully, this is a small highschool. DD knows a few other students - all from really neat families.
Now, exactly how did I get old enough to have a highschooler? I still feel like I am growing up and learning of myself. I guess time marches on relentlessly.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Grand Adventure: Ending, not so grand
What begins must end. Our vacation comes to an end. We have many memories of things we saw and were able to do. Other family memories such as the naked sock puppet, fake discounts, Radiator Springs, leaping deer, and DD#2 talking in her sleep.
For me, I have returned home ill. Hubby too. Last night my ear exploded in pain - child birth had nothing on this ear pain. Well, maybe not quite so, but at end of labor pains you have a reward of a bundle of joy. The excruciating ear pain has no such rewards. Unfortunately, it was late on a Sunday night and the only medical services available at that time is the Emergency Room. I had to 'gut it out' until morning.
Prayer, acetaminophen, warm compresses, and decongestant finally gave me some relief of the pain. This morning I was first in line at the clinic. The doctor confirmed my diagnosis of ear infection. Yeah - no kidding, doc! He prescribed antibiotics, decongestants, and fluids.
And thus ends our grand adventure. It was Grand indeed.
For me, I have returned home ill. Hubby too. Last night my ear exploded in pain - child birth had nothing on this ear pain. Well, maybe not quite so, but at end of labor pains you have a reward of a bundle of joy. The excruciating ear pain has no such rewards. Unfortunately, it was late on a Sunday night and the only medical services available at that time is the Emergency Room. I had to 'gut it out' until morning.
Prayer, acetaminophen, warm compresses, and decongestant finally gave me some relief of the pain. This morning I was first in line at the clinic. The doctor confirmed my diagnosis of ear infection. Yeah - no kidding, doc! He prescribed antibiotics, decongestants, and fluids.
And thus ends our grand adventure. It was Grand indeed.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Grand Adventure: Day 13 HOME
From Topeka, Kansas to home - four stops: rest stop, gas, lunch, groceries - - HOME.
The house is in the same condition as we left. We .... However were vacation fatigued but happy to be home. Thrilled to have our own beds, pillows, bathroom, GOOD coffee, and not moving in a vehicle for hours on end :) :)
Hubby and I are both still fighting our colds but am trusting that now we are home we will recover swiftly.
13 days; 10 states; 1 tow truck ride; 1 doctor visit; 5 national parks; 10+ other stops; 9 hotels; many scenic drives; plains, mountains, canyons, deserts; sun, clouds, warmth, cold, rain, snow, ice, sand storms; 4,721 miles; lots of memories
The house is in the same condition as we left. We .... However were vacation fatigued but happy to be home. Thrilled to have our own beds, pillows, bathroom, GOOD coffee, and not moving in a vehicle for hours on end :) :)
Hubby and I are both still fighting our colds but am trusting that now we are home we will recover swiftly.
13 days; 10 states; 1 tow truck ride; 1 doctor visit; 5 national parks; 10+ other stops; 9 hotels; many scenic drives; plains, mountains, canyons, deserts; sun, clouds, warmth, cold, rain, snow, ice, sand storms; 4,721 miles; lots of memories
Grand Adventure: Day 12 Mountains to Plains
Home - - a word that holds such meaning.... security, comfort, peace, own bed, familiar odors or aromas, space, familiarity, pets, ....
From about 9000 feet in Frisco, Colorado to about 800 feet in Topeka, Kansas
We came down the mountain between the Vail and Loveland Passes in snow/ice/rain mix. Semis were required to use tire chains. 29 degrees - a bit chilly. We needed to get down the mountain in the morning as 12-24 inches of snow were expected Friday night. We learned that the Denver area, our intended destination the day before, had been hit with severe thunderstorms and tornadoes. That all occurred as we climbed the mountain and stopped at the top. We were snug on the mountain top in the snow.
The snow turned to heavy rains as we descended - - all through Denver. We contemplated returning to Colorado Springs as all enjoyed that area thoroughly. But in the end the desire to return home overcame the desire to see Pike's Peak again. We pressed on eastward.
Later, on the radio we heard the southbound freeway which we would have taken to Colorado Springs was closed. We were thankful for our decision - once again our footsteps were guided.
Unfortunately, the pressure change really caused issues with my cold. The congestion caused my ear to become terribly uncomfortable. Some decongestant and ear drops helped significantly.
We traveled long and hard getting into Topeka, Kansas 11:30. We encountered rain on and off for the entire drive across I70. Just one more day of travel and we'll be home.
From about 9000 feet in Frisco, Colorado to about 800 feet in Topeka, Kansas
We came down the mountain between the Vail and Loveland Passes in snow/ice/rain mix. Semis were required to use tire chains. 29 degrees - a bit chilly. We needed to get down the mountain in the morning as 12-24 inches of snow were expected Friday night. We learned that the Denver area, our intended destination the day before, had been hit with severe thunderstorms and tornadoes. That all occurred as we climbed the mountain and stopped at the top. We were snug on the mountain top in the snow.
The snow turned to heavy rains as we descended - - all through Denver. We contemplated returning to Colorado Springs as all enjoyed that area thoroughly. But in the end the desire to return home overcame the desire to see Pike's Peak again. We pressed on eastward.
Later, on the radio we heard the southbound freeway which we would have taken to Colorado Springs was closed. We were thankful for our decision - once again our footsteps were guided.
Unfortunately, the pressure change really caused issues with my cold. The congestion caused my ear to become terribly uncomfortable. Some decongestant and ear drops helped significantly.
We traveled long and hard getting into Topeka, Kansas 11:30. We encountered rain on and off for the entire drive across I70. Just one more day of travel and we'll be home.
Grand Adventure: Day 11 Arches & Frisco
We awoke to a beautiful morning in Moab, Utah. Hubby did not rest well... he is coughing something horribly. And yes, I am now fighting the symptoms of crud. I began drinking Emergen-C and juice.
We left our lovely hotel which had two queen beds and a sitting area. Very nice to have a little bit of extra space. It was quiet and peaceful.
Just a few miles from Arches National Park, we set out. We drove into Moab in the inky dark. Did I mention the road was dark - - no lights except for the the vehicles traversing the road with you. We had no idea the scenery. We were pleasantly surprised by the rising red rocks.
Arches National Park was amazing. We only did a driving loop and a small amount of hiking in the area. The natural arches and red rocks are stunning. Wished I would have felt better with more energy to enjoy the park. We spent all morning at the park, went back into Moab for lunch then started our journey to Colorado and our journey home.
A fairly easy drive until we hit the Vail area and Vail Mt pass. We could see the snow line in the mountains as we traveled and that is exactly what we drove in. Hubby had a rather heart pumping drive up to 10,600 elevation at Vail Pass in the snow/ice mix. Our defroster could not keep up. We finally decided at around 7ish with dusk descending to just stop for the night. We landed in Frisco, CO which is the Breckenridge Ski area. Unfortunately, the forecast called for 2-4 inches of snow that day and 3-5 the next with 12-24 the following night. We needed to get off the mountain the next morning! Daylight which makes a huge difference while driving.
I was disappointed that my mountain tops have been hidden in the clouds. But the snow makes it feel like Christmas.
We left our lovely hotel which had two queen beds and a sitting area. Very nice to have a little bit of extra space. It was quiet and peaceful.
Just a few miles from Arches National Park, we set out. We drove into Moab in the inky dark. Did I mention the road was dark - - no lights except for the the vehicles traversing the road with you. We had no idea the scenery. We were pleasantly surprised by the rising red rocks.
Arches National Park was amazing. We only did a driving loop and a small amount of hiking in the area. The natural arches and red rocks are stunning. Wished I would have felt better with more energy to enjoy the park. We spent all morning at the park, went back into Moab for lunch then started our journey to Colorado and our journey home.
A fairly easy drive until we hit the Vail area and Vail Mt pass. We could see the snow line in the mountains as we traveled and that is exactly what we drove in. Hubby had a rather heart pumping drive up to 10,600 elevation at Vail Pass in the snow/ice mix. Our defroster could not keep up. We finally decided at around 7ish with dusk descending to just stop for the night. We landed in Frisco, CO which is the Breckenridge Ski area. Unfortunately, the forecast called for 2-4 inches of snow that day and 3-5 the next with 12-24 the following night. We needed to get off the mountain the next morning! Daylight which makes a huge difference while driving.
I was disappointed that my mountain tops have been hidden in the clouds. But the snow makes it feel like Christmas.
Grand Adventure: Day 10 Zion & Utah
Hurricane, Utah
I awoke to thunder.
Hubby was not feeling well at all the previous night, had another rough night trying to get good rest. Everyone was sleeping, I slipped out, grabbed the computer, found coffee, and checked the weather forecast. Yep, rain. Smart, aren't I?
Hubby arose feeling lousy and just wanting to go home. Can't blame him. We had thought to drive north to Idaho then over to Yellowstone to see Old Faithful then home. We decided that this was just not the time of year for Yellowstone. The GPS unit said 1500 miles to home. But first Zion National Park.
We gathered our stuff and made our way to Zion National Park. Ohhhhhh how beautiful, even if clouds were covering the mountain tops. It rained, it was gloomy, it was cold. We stayed on the shuttle bus most of the time. But hubby being so sweet, even sick, did a few short hikes to water falls. I love water falls. He really should not have been out in the damp, cold. But he keeps repeating... I am here. We finished driving through the park which includes a trek through a mile long tunnel. Out on the other side.... was Road 89. Several hours to I70. Not much for food, lots of scenery, mountain driving, dropping temps, oh, and it started to snow. At one point we saw a beautiful rainbow - laying on the mountain. Very cool - - couldn't get a picture of it.
We searched maps, the GPS unit, the AAA books to figure out our next step. Not much in Utah going east. A whole lot of well.... nothing. We finally reached Richfield, ate a Wendy's where I think they had to butcher the chickens and cows prior to preparing our food. I took over the driver's seat. Ummmm... that turned into one interesting drive.
About 10 miles down the road was the next town - Salida? Salina? Something like that. The sign said - last services for 108 miles. I once thought I lived in the middle of nowhere. Not a chance. I decided to pull over for one final potty break - after all I had just eaten dinner and had a big glass of Diet Coke to sip on. Back on the road. When they say last services they mean it! Nothing for 108 miles! Not a town, radio signal, or cell phone signal. But the scenery - amazing! Hubby serenaded us with Toby Keith and Taylor Swift songs from the back seat (he had his own personal ipod at that moment). There's a reason he's not been invited into the choir :)
We reached a beautiful juncture driving through the mountains/canyons. It looked as we were going through two sinking Titanic ships. I got a little apprehensive when the sign said - 'Brake test 1 mile.' Exactly what was I in for on this drive? I had driven 'up hill' for quite a ways in buffeting cross winds. It could only mean that now I was going to go down. Yep - that was it - - 6.5 % downgrade for 5-6 miles. Love those signs that say 1 mile to run away truck ramp. I think of them as 1 mile of sheer terror for the run away truck driver ... :) :)
Hubby talked me through mountain driving which was actually pretty easy compared to what he drove through in CO last week. My heart really got pumping as I was passing a semi (after the down grade part) who began swearing as I was next to him. Took a few deep breathes and prayers of praise and thanksgiving to stop the adrenaline. I have now been fully initiated into mountain driving. Thankful for a wonderful teacher in the backseat. Didn't mind the backseat driver that day. You just don't get sleepy on these roads. It was overcast and spit rain every once in a while otherwise decent driving conditions.
At one point, hubby finally figured out what we should do - - it was getting late and the towns are sparse. We were tentatively aiming for Grand Junction CO. Which we would have reached around 10pm. But then, as I said, my sweet man, said let's go to Moab, and since we are in the area - there's another neat national park to check out - - Arches. Okay..... new destination plugged into the GPS- arrival eta 9:00pm. After leaving I70 to go to Moab it was decidedly dark. The road is 2 lane, pitch black, and it began to rain persistently. By dark, I mean, no lights other than the other vehicles traversing the road with you. No traffic signs, towns, just inky black, dark. I kept driving, remember, not too many places to pull off and hubby needed the rest. DD#1 turned on Praise and Worship .... wonderful for the soul and perfect with all we have been seeing. "Lord of all creation - - - You are Holy" 30 miles later.... we are there in Moab.
I awoke to thunder.
Hubby was not feeling well at all the previous night, had another rough night trying to get good rest. Everyone was sleeping, I slipped out, grabbed the computer, found coffee, and checked the weather forecast. Yep, rain. Smart, aren't I?
Hubby arose feeling lousy and just wanting to go home. Can't blame him. We had thought to drive north to Idaho then over to Yellowstone to see Old Faithful then home. We decided that this was just not the time of year for Yellowstone. The GPS unit said 1500 miles to home. But first Zion National Park.
We gathered our stuff and made our way to Zion National Park. Ohhhhhh how beautiful, even if clouds were covering the mountain tops. It rained, it was gloomy, it was cold. We stayed on the shuttle bus most of the time. But hubby being so sweet, even sick, did a few short hikes to water falls. I love water falls. He really should not have been out in the damp, cold. But he keeps repeating... I am here. We finished driving through the park which includes a trek through a mile long tunnel. Out on the other side.... was Road 89. Several hours to I70. Not much for food, lots of scenery, mountain driving, dropping temps, oh, and it started to snow. At one point we saw a beautiful rainbow - laying on the mountain. Very cool - - couldn't get a picture of it.
We searched maps, the GPS unit, the AAA books to figure out our next step. Not much in Utah going east. A whole lot of well.... nothing. We finally reached Richfield, ate a Wendy's where I think they had to butcher the chickens and cows prior to preparing our food. I took over the driver's seat. Ummmm... that turned into one interesting drive.
About 10 miles down the road was the next town - Salida? Salina? Something like that. The sign said - last services for 108 miles. I once thought I lived in the middle of nowhere. Not a chance. I decided to pull over for one final potty break - after all I had just eaten dinner and had a big glass of Diet Coke to sip on. Back on the road. When they say last services they mean it! Nothing for 108 miles! Not a town, radio signal, or cell phone signal. But the scenery - amazing! Hubby serenaded us with Toby Keith and Taylor Swift songs from the back seat (he had his own personal ipod at that moment). There's a reason he's not been invited into the choir :)
We reached a beautiful juncture driving through the mountains/canyons. It looked as we were going through two sinking Titanic ships. I got a little apprehensive when the sign said - 'Brake test 1 mile.' Exactly what was I in for on this drive? I had driven 'up hill' for quite a ways in buffeting cross winds. It could only mean that now I was going to go down. Yep - that was it - - 6.5 % downgrade for 5-6 miles. Love those signs that say 1 mile to run away truck ramp. I think of them as 1 mile of sheer terror for the run away truck driver ... :) :)
Hubby talked me through mountain driving which was actually pretty easy compared to what he drove through in CO last week. My heart really got pumping as I was passing a semi (after the down grade part) who began swearing as I was next to him. Took a few deep breathes and prayers of praise and thanksgiving to stop the adrenaline. I have now been fully initiated into mountain driving. Thankful for a wonderful teacher in the backseat. Didn't mind the backseat driver that day. You just don't get sleepy on these roads. It was overcast and spit rain every once in a while otherwise decent driving conditions.
At one point, hubby finally figured out what we should do - - it was getting late and the towns are sparse. We were tentatively aiming for Grand Junction CO. Which we would have reached around 10pm. But then, as I said, my sweet man, said let's go to Moab, and since we are in the area - there's another neat national park to check out - - Arches. Okay..... new destination plugged into the GPS- arrival eta 9:00pm. After leaving I70 to go to Moab it was decidedly dark. The road is 2 lane, pitch black, and it began to rain persistently. By dark, I mean, no lights other than the other vehicles traversing the road with you. No traffic signs, towns, just inky black, dark. I kept driving, remember, not too many places to pull off and hubby needed the rest. DD#1 turned on Praise and Worship .... wonderful for the soul and perfect with all we have been seeing. "Lord of all creation - - - You are Holy" 30 miles later.... we are there in Moab.
Grand Adventure: Day 9 What day is it?
We lost track of days of the week, city, hotel room numbers, & time zone We left Flagstaff after 3 nights. It was good to stay put for a few days.
Hubby awoke full of energy and was practically perky. If you know him at all you know what an anomaly that is! He was bright eyed, bushy tailed and ready to go. I, however, was dragging. Two nights of fitful sleeping was not helping. Hubby slept well last night but his congestion has raised the decibels on his snoring - - thus making it challenging for me to sleep well. The girls seem to be tolerating it okay.
We took off in the, once again, bright sunshine, for Nevada. Destination: Hoover Dam. We arrived late morning. I was surprised by the amount of people, and again the number of languages spoken around us (we have been impressed all week), and the wind. It was very windy!! Those of us with hair - it was blown straight out.
We pulled in to find out that all tours were canceled -- elevator is broken. (58 flights down) I felt bad for hubby, he was looking forward to this particular destination. The 'one' on his list. We walked around, took pictures, bought souvenirs, and departed.
Hubby does not like Vegas. He was in the city 15 years ago for a conference and has NO desire to return. However, we had to drive through the city after Hoover Dam to continue on to Utah.
Hubby humored us and drove right down the strip so we girls could see it. It was middle of the afternoon, I was a bit disappointed as I know the place is spectacular after dark. We talked about staying until after dark.... but decided it was not a place for the girls. Once we drove through I was rather content to leave. Not sure I would have enjoyed it other than to see the lights - but I've seen those from an airplane *grin* Seriously - - - NYC Times Square last year was great! I can live without Las Vegas. Besides it was too crowded with people for me LOL.
We made our way to Utah. Destination: somewhere near Zion National Park. The drive through Virgin River Canyon was amazing. Hurricane, Utah is where we stopped.
Not enough time to tour the parks so we are lying low. Hubby and DD#2 played mini-golf, DD#1 and I rested and caught up on email. Unfortunately - evening time, hubby went 'down hill'.
This trip has been one big adventure. The landscape is so varied. The distance so great from home. I think the GPS told me today it is over 2000 miles to home. This country is very large - - we are covering just a small section.
Hubby awoke full of energy and was practically perky. If you know him at all you know what an anomaly that is! He was bright eyed, bushy tailed and ready to go. I, however, was dragging. Two nights of fitful sleeping was not helping. Hubby slept well last night but his congestion has raised the decibels on his snoring - - thus making it challenging for me to sleep well. The girls seem to be tolerating it okay.
We took off in the, once again, bright sunshine, for Nevada. Destination: Hoover Dam. We arrived late morning. I was surprised by the amount of people, and again the number of languages spoken around us (we have been impressed all week), and the wind. It was very windy!! Those of us with hair - it was blown straight out.
We pulled in to find out that all tours were canceled -- elevator is broken. (58 flights down) I felt bad for hubby, he was looking forward to this particular destination. The 'one' on his list. We walked around, took pictures, bought souvenirs, and departed.
Hubby does not like Vegas. He was in the city 15 years ago for a conference and has NO desire to return. However, we had to drive through the city after Hoover Dam to continue on to Utah.
Hubby humored us and drove right down the strip so we girls could see it. It was middle of the afternoon, I was a bit disappointed as I know the place is spectacular after dark. We talked about staying until after dark.... but decided it was not a place for the girls. Once we drove through I was rather content to leave. Not sure I would have enjoyed it other than to see the lights - but I've seen those from an airplane *grin* Seriously - - - NYC Times Square last year was great! I can live without Las Vegas. Besides it was too crowded with people for me LOL.
We made our way to Utah. Destination: somewhere near Zion National Park. The drive through Virgin River Canyon was amazing. Hurricane, Utah is where we stopped.
Not enough time to tour the parks so we are lying low. Hubby and DD#2 played mini-golf, DD#1 and I rested and caught up on email. Unfortunately - evening time, hubby went 'down hill'.
This trip has been one big adventure. The landscape is so varied. The distance so great from home. I think the GPS told me today it is over 2000 miles to home. This country is very large - - we are covering just a small section.
Grand Adventure: Day 8 Sedona & Jerome
Well, this day was just one of those unplanned, unexpected, just kinda happened days.
Hubby had a very rough night, which means, I also had a fitful night. In the morning with some gently, wifely urging... he went to the doctor. While he was out seeking medical attention, we girls had a leisurely morning in the hotel. The lobby is big with vaulted ceilings, fireplace, sofas & a tv. The diagnosis is a sinus infection. Now on a high dose of amoxicillin we are looking forward to hubby feeling better very soon.
11:00 ish or so when hubby returned, we decided he needed a day to rest, sleep, get better. Thankfully, the night before we decided to spend another night here in Flagstaff. The decision then was .... what we girls should do for the day. We determined to do what was planned... go see Sedona. Off we went - just the girls. A beautiful drive through Oak Creek Drive. Ummmm I mean a rather tricky drive of 7.5 % down grade. It was very lovely however. Sedona is quite a tourist town. The landscape is very red - 'Red Rock' region. We got some information from the visitor center and set out to see the scenery. We saw Holy Cross Chapel - a building built into the rock designed by Wright. Then on to see other rocks. We could have done some hiking but we 'girls' were not much interested in turning red again today and we were tired from the Grand Canyon. Red dust was everywhere. We then went on to Jerome and an old, deserted mining town. Many of the original buildings and saloons still stand today. Now gaining in popularity with some of the 'artists' it is becoming a nice little tourist town. From Flagstaff to Sedona we dropped about 4,000 feet; to Jerome, we climbed about 2,000 feet. The scenery was beautiful and seeing the old buildings and town was fascinating.
It was time to return.... hungry as lions, we made our way back into Sedona. We picked up some dinner... eating quickly as I realized sunset was about an hour away and I needed to go through the canyon again to return to Flagstaff. I was not interested in driving it in the dark.
We returned to find hubby feeling slightly better. Good thing as then next day was a traveling day.
Hubby had a very rough night, which means, I also had a fitful night. In the morning with some gently, wifely urging... he went to the doctor. While he was out seeking medical attention, we girls had a leisurely morning in the hotel. The lobby is big with vaulted ceilings, fireplace, sofas & a tv. The diagnosis is a sinus infection. Now on a high dose of amoxicillin we are looking forward to hubby feeling better very soon.
11:00 ish or so when hubby returned, we decided he needed a day to rest, sleep, get better. Thankfully, the night before we decided to spend another night here in Flagstaff. The decision then was .... what we girls should do for the day. We determined to do what was planned... go see Sedona. Off we went - just the girls. A beautiful drive through Oak Creek Drive. Ummmm I mean a rather tricky drive of 7.5 % down grade. It was very lovely however. Sedona is quite a tourist town. The landscape is very red - 'Red Rock' region. We got some information from the visitor center and set out to see the scenery. We saw Holy Cross Chapel - a building built into the rock designed by Wright. Then on to see other rocks. We could have done some hiking but we 'girls' were not much interested in turning red again today and we were tired from the Grand Canyon. Red dust was everywhere. We then went on to Jerome and an old, deserted mining town. Many of the original buildings and saloons still stand today. Now gaining in popularity with some of the 'artists' it is becoming a nice little tourist town. From Flagstaff to Sedona we dropped about 4,000 feet; to Jerome, we climbed about 2,000 feet. The scenery was beautiful and seeing the old buildings and town was fascinating.
It was time to return.... hungry as lions, we made our way back into Sedona. We picked up some dinner... eating quickly as I realized sunset was about an hour away and I needed to go through the canyon again to return to Flagstaff. I was not interested in driving it in the dark.
We returned to find hubby feeling slightly better. Good thing as then next day was a traveling day.
Grand Adventure: Day 7 A Grand Day
What goes down must come up!! Hee Hee
Hubby had a miserable night - he was really congested. He is a trooper though! The day was stunningly beautiful - could not have planned for nicer weather. In fact it was almost hot. Upper 60s to 70 degrees and sunshine.
We reached the park and found, like in many other areas during this off-peak time, that there is construction. Oh well - - We also found lots of people. I can't imagine being here in the middle of summer.
Our first glimpse of the canyon was breath taking. Again, pictures just don't give it any justice.
We packed up water, trail mix, granola bars, had a bathroom break and headed out to discover the canyon up close and personal.
Our chosen path Kaibab Trail, thanks for the recommendation Pastor. It is National Parks week - which means entrance into all parks are free (we bought our pass the day before not realizing this event). I am not sure but it seemed like it is drawing people - maybe it is always that busy. I have no way to judge as this is my first visit.
Our goal - - Cedar Point, the second vista on the trail. It is listed as 1,140 feet down and 3 miles. We were to allow 2-4 hours round trip. As we entered the trail head, a group of Asians were coming out...some rather elderly. I figured if they could do it - so could I. :)
We began our descent - I wondered if we were mistaken in leaving our sweatshirts behind. A cool breeze off a few patches of snow. As we descended we were met by hikers going up, huffing and puffing, red faced. Hmmmm I began to seriously wonder if we should stop at the Ooh Aah Point - the first point about a 1.5 mile round trip. A little further into the canyon I was thankful we left the sweatshirts behind, they would have just been added weight on the hike. Without the wind, it was quite warm.
The views were spectacular. A whole different perspective as you go down. Early spring - the greens are just popping. The canyon looks covered in a fine green grass. Being mid-day the sun was quite high and warm. We took a slow pace but I could feel the altitude affecting me.
We continued to meet hikers coming up - huffing and puffing. But some who looked as if they were in (or out of) shape like me, and others - more couch potato. Well... I encouraged myself, they can do it, so can I. We continued along the limestone, stopped and oohed and aahed at the first point. Looked down to see the path continue - looked up to see the path we had come. The top looked far away and the people were starting to look small.
We stepped aside a couple of times for mules to pass on their way up. Those creatures covered in sweat, continued their pace.. slow and steady. Down we went, my anxiety about returning up starting to creep up. We entered the red area of the trail. By the end our shoes, socks, and pants turned colors as well.
Step by step down we went and we reached our destination - Cedar Point. Wow! A very different perspective from lower in the canyon. Through the binoculars we could see the top of the trail head - oh those people looked like ants even through the binocs! Drinking water, eating trail mix and granola bars, we rested under a few small trees. We viewed the canyon, took our pictures... then began the trek back UP! What goes down must go up :)
DD#1 set a nice slow, steady pace. It was quite warm down in the canyon and we appreciated any shade we could find along the trail. We made a few acquaintances on our way up. Finally we reached the upper third - out of the red dust and cooler air. More shade too.
We made it to the top!!! Hubby was amazed that we did the round trip in about 3 hours. At the moment we could not decide if it was worth it. But it was worth the effort!! Our water supply was depleted and were were anxious to return to the visitor complex to find some more fluids.
Hubby had a miserable night - he was really congested. He is a trooper though! The day was stunningly beautiful - could not have planned for nicer weather. In fact it was almost hot. Upper 60s to 70 degrees and sunshine.
We reached the park and found, like in many other areas during this off-peak time, that there is construction. Oh well - - We also found lots of people. I can't imagine being here in the middle of summer.
Our first glimpse of the canyon was breath taking. Again, pictures just don't give it any justice.
We packed up water, trail mix, granola bars, had a bathroom break and headed out to discover the canyon up close and personal.
Our chosen path Kaibab Trail, thanks for the recommendation Pastor. It is National Parks week - which means entrance into all parks are free (we bought our pass the day before not realizing this event). I am not sure but it seemed like it is drawing people - maybe it is always that busy. I have no way to judge as this is my first visit.
Our goal - - Cedar Point, the second vista on the trail. It is listed as 1,140 feet down and 3 miles. We were to allow 2-4 hours round trip. As we entered the trail head, a group of Asians were coming out...some rather elderly. I figured if they could do it - so could I. :)
We began our descent - I wondered if we were mistaken in leaving our sweatshirts behind. A cool breeze off a few patches of snow. As we descended we were met by hikers going up, huffing and puffing, red faced. Hmmmm I began to seriously wonder if we should stop at the Ooh Aah Point - the first point about a 1.5 mile round trip. A little further into the canyon I was thankful we left the sweatshirts behind, they would have just been added weight on the hike. Without the wind, it was quite warm.
The views were spectacular. A whole different perspective as you go down. Early spring - the greens are just popping. The canyon looks covered in a fine green grass. Being mid-day the sun was quite high and warm. We took a slow pace but I could feel the altitude affecting me.
We continued to meet hikers coming up - huffing and puffing. But some who looked as if they were in (or out of) shape like me, and others - more couch potato. Well... I encouraged myself, they can do it, so can I. We continued along the limestone, stopped and oohed and aahed at the first point. Looked down to see the path continue - looked up to see the path we had come. The top looked far away and the people were starting to look small.
We stepped aside a couple of times for mules to pass on their way up. Those creatures covered in sweat, continued their pace.. slow and steady. Down we went, my anxiety about returning up starting to creep up. We entered the red area of the trail. By the end our shoes, socks, and pants turned colors as well.
Step by step down we went and we reached our destination - Cedar Point. Wow! A very different perspective from lower in the canyon. Through the binoculars we could see the top of the trail head - oh those people looked like ants even through the binocs! Drinking water, eating trail mix and granola bars, we rested under a few small trees. We viewed the canyon, took our pictures... then began the trek back UP! What goes down must go up :)
DD#1 set a nice slow, steady pace. It was quite warm down in the canyon and we appreciated any shade we could find along the trail. We made a few acquaintances on our way up. Finally we reached the upper third - out of the red dust and cooler air. More shade too.
We made it to the top!!! Hubby was amazed that we did the round trip in about 3 hours. At the moment we could not decide if it was worth it. But it was worth the effort!! Our water supply was depleted and were were anxious to return to the visitor complex to find some more fluids.
Grand Adventure: Day 6 Astronomy Day
Hubby awoke this day feeling tough but wanting to go sight seeing with us. Off we went. First stop: Petrified National Park.
We pulled in, showed our newly obtained national park pass bought the previous day. We were told that it was National Park week and that admission is free to all parks for the week. Arghhhh! LOL
Petrified forest is full of giant logs petrified and full of gems. We didn't take a lot of time to explore the trails. Apparently, there are lots of dinosaur fossils and such in the park. The short amount of time we did walk the trails, we all turned a little red, not realizing the sun's intensity. It was a lovely day, quite warm and sunny.
The park also includes some of the Painted Desert. This is a stunning landscape. One can see for a long distance. One mountain peak was 120 miles away. The clouds cast shadows over the stripped, painted landscape. Similar to the Black Hills of the Dakotas but yet unique in it's own way.
Onward we went to Meteor Crater. DD#1 loved this place. A giant hole in the desert floor where a meteor hit at some point. This is where the Apollo astronauts trained for their moon missions. In the exhibit area there is a meteor piece made mostly of iron weighing over 1,000 pounds.
We then made our entrance into Flagstaff, AZ. We located a hotel, had dinner at Salsa Brava, a wonderful Mexican place. Then to Lowell Observatory. Here we were able to view Mars and Saturn through the Clark telescope which was built in 1898! Very cool. Saturn was incredible!! WOW!!! We could clearly see the rings around the planet and its moons. DD#1 entertained us and those around us waiting in line by pointing out many stars and constellations. They also had a 16" telescope viewing the moon and M3 globular star cluster.
A very full day. The cool night air at the observatory did not help hubby.
We pulled in, showed our newly obtained national park pass bought the previous day. We were told that it was National Park week and that admission is free to all parks for the week. Arghhhh! LOL
Petrified forest is full of giant logs petrified and full of gems. We didn't take a lot of time to explore the trails. Apparently, there are lots of dinosaur fossils and such in the park. The short amount of time we did walk the trails, we all turned a little red, not realizing the sun's intensity. It was a lovely day, quite warm and sunny.
The park also includes some of the Painted Desert. This is a stunning landscape. One can see for a long distance. One mountain peak was 120 miles away. The clouds cast shadows over the stripped, painted landscape. Similar to the Black Hills of the Dakotas but yet unique in it's own way.
Onward we went to Meteor Crater. DD#1 loved this place. A giant hole in the desert floor where a meteor hit at some point. This is where the Apollo astronauts trained for their moon missions. In the exhibit area there is a meteor piece made mostly of iron weighing over 1,000 pounds.
We then made our entrance into Flagstaff, AZ. We located a hotel, had dinner at Salsa Brava, a wonderful Mexican place. Then to Lowell Observatory. Here we were able to view Mars and Saturn through the Clark telescope which was built in 1898! Very cool. Saturn was incredible!! WOW!!! We could clearly see the rings around the planet and its moons. DD#1 entertained us and those around us waiting in line by pointing out many stars and constellations. They also had a 16" telescope viewing the moon and M3 globular star cluster.
A very full day. The cool night air at the observatory did not help hubby.
Grand Adventure: Day 5 Colorado to Arizona
We arose to another beautiful day, the view of the mountains from our room was beautiful. I could look at that everyday.
This day we visited our first National Park - Mesa Verde. We ran into road construction so it took a bit to get up the mountain. It was windy and chilly. A lot of trails in Mesa Verde leading to ancient dwelling places of the Pueblo people. We signed up for a tour of Cliff Palace. Our tour guide, Clyde, is a Navajo Indian. He mostly discussed the Indian culture and beliefs. I would have liked to have learned a bit more about the cliff home - oh well. The depth is about 900 feet, with structures of 4 stories. It was a tight squeeze through the rocks to get back to the top. Incredible to think that people made their homes in a cave of a cliff.
We returned to Cortez for lunch then settled in a the drive to Four Corners where Utah, New Mexico, Arizona, and Colorado meet. Driving through the Indian reservation of Colorado - - not much to see. We arrived to find the monument closed for refurbishment. Disappointed, we decided to pretend we stood in all four states at once since were within a few hundred feet. We have great pictures of the closed sign.
Then we got in for a long drive - down through New Mexico into Arizona. Again, I was in the driver seat - hubby will let me drive across flat lands. A dull land through Indian Reservations. Saddened me to think this is what we, Americans, 'gave' the Indians. It is a flat, barren land, the color of puce. DD#1 said it was the color of the Crayola crayon 'golden rod' which she and her sister used to call 'poopy color' as small girls.
We drove through a few small sand storms and saw thunderstorms of dark clouds and lightening in the distant mountains.
As we drove, I did not realize that as hubby rested he was actually going down hill physically. By the time we reached Holbrook, AZ, he was quite miserable. Achy, feverish, congested. It seemed he caught the crud the girls had the week before we left. We pulled into a hotel, tucked him into bed. We girls went in search of meds and a case of water. Once we had him settled we found dinner and hung out in the hotel's small lobby to give him a chance to rest.
Holbrook, AZ is on the old Route 66. As we drove around this small town, we quickly identified some similarities to Radiator Springs of the movie "Cars". We even found the cone motel! A hotel with wagwams. I had a very nice conversation with a gentlemen that could have been 'Doc'. It was really quite funny.
This day we visited our first National Park - Mesa Verde. We ran into road construction so it took a bit to get up the mountain. It was windy and chilly. A lot of trails in Mesa Verde leading to ancient dwelling places of the Pueblo people. We signed up for a tour of Cliff Palace. Our tour guide, Clyde, is a Navajo Indian. He mostly discussed the Indian culture and beliefs. I would have liked to have learned a bit more about the cliff home - oh well. The depth is about 900 feet, with structures of 4 stories. It was a tight squeeze through the rocks to get back to the top. Incredible to think that people made their homes in a cave of a cliff.
We returned to Cortez for lunch then settled in a the drive to Four Corners where Utah, New Mexico, Arizona, and Colorado meet. Driving through the Indian reservation of Colorado - - not much to see. We arrived to find the monument closed for refurbishment. Disappointed, we decided to pretend we stood in all four states at once since were within a few hundred feet. We have great pictures of the closed sign.
Then we got in for a long drive - down through New Mexico into Arizona. Again, I was in the driver seat - hubby will let me drive across flat lands. A dull land through Indian Reservations. Saddened me to think this is what we, Americans, 'gave' the Indians. It is a flat, barren land, the color of puce. DD#1 said it was the color of the Crayola crayon 'golden rod' which she and her sister used to call 'poopy color' as small girls.
We drove through a few small sand storms and saw thunderstorms of dark clouds and lightening in the distant mountains.
As we drove, I did not realize that as hubby rested he was actually going down hill physically. By the time we reached Holbrook, AZ, he was quite miserable. Achy, feverish, congested. It seemed he caught the crud the girls had the week before we left. We pulled into a hotel, tucked him into bed. We girls went in search of meds and a case of water. Once we had him settled we found dinner and hung out in the hotel's small lobby to give him a chance to rest.
Holbrook, AZ is on the old Route 66. As we drove around this small town, we quickly identified some similarities to Radiator Springs of the movie "Cars". We even found the cone motel! A hotel with wagwams. I had a very nice conversation with a gentlemen that could have been 'Doc'. It was really quite funny.
Grand Adventure: Day 4 Route 550
This day, we set out early, rising at 5:30am to go to Durango/Mesa Verde/Cortez... we really had no idea just how far our travels would take us. DD#1 was in an incredibly great mood, bubbling with chatter. DD#2 was quiet. I think she was unsure of the drive ahead of us. Hubby wisely chose the "scenic" route. Route 550 across Colorado.
Our first pass was Wilkerson - 9,502 feet ... We topped the summit and my breath was literally taken away; my jaw dropped. The view of the Mosquito & Sawatch (?) ranges.
The rest of the drive, my jaw continued to drop - - the views were stunning. The song.... "The Majesty of the King" kept reverberating in my mind. We were blessed with clear skies and comfortable temperatures.
My jaw has road rash as it continued to remain agape throughout the drive - tee hee
The Continental Divide - Monarch Pass 11,312 feet. The snow covered peaks, the rugged terrain, the pine trees... my ears popping, needing more oxygen :) :)
Hwy 550 - a very scenic route through the mountains. The road is windy, with many switchbacks and several passes. Hubby drove through them with skill while we girls gasped at the waterfalls, the peaks, the drop offs (right next to the road and my seat!), the views.... I took pictures and then put the camera down and decided to just enjoy the viewand the ride. Even the towns we passed through were at heights of 9,000 ft. Ouray declared itself the Swiss of the Americas - this the beginning of the amazing drive. Silverton - the mining town in the middle; finally coming down to Durango at around 6,000 feet.
We continued to Cortez for the night. Hubby relaxed in the pool with the kids - he earned a relaxing evening following all the mountain driving. I did some laundry. We slept well.
Our first pass was Wilkerson - 9,502 feet ... We topped the summit and my breath was literally taken away; my jaw dropped. The view of the Mosquito & Sawatch (?) ranges.
The rest of the drive, my jaw continued to drop - - the views were stunning. The song.... "The Majesty of the King" kept reverberating in my mind. We were blessed with clear skies and comfortable temperatures.
My jaw has road rash as it continued to remain agape throughout the drive - tee hee
The Continental Divide - Monarch Pass 11,312 feet.
Hwy 550 - a very scenic route through the mountains. The road is windy, with many switchbacks and several passes. Hubby drove through them with skill while we girls gasped at the waterfalls, the peaks, the drop offs (right next to the road and my seat!), the views.... I took pictures and then put the camera down and decided to just enjoy the viewand the ride. Even the towns we passed through were at heights of 9,000 ft. Ouray declared itself the Swiss of the Americas - this the beginning of the amazing drive. Silverton - the mining town in the middle; finally coming down to Durango at around 6,000 feet.
We continued to Cortez for the night. Hubby relaxed in the pool with the kids - he earned a relaxing evening following all the mountain driving. I did some laundry. We slept well.
Grand Adventure: Day 3 Breath Taking
We spent the day in Colorado Springs/Manitou Springs. We randomly selected a hotel on the drive. God directed our footsteps to exactly where we wanted to be - - the foothills of Pikes Peak in Old Colorado Springs bordering Manitou Springs.
Everything we wanted to see and do was in Manitou Springs within about 3 miles.
We slept fairly well even at 6,000 some feet. While preparing for our day - DD#2 developed an acute mid/low back muscle spasm that put a little anxiety into my heart. The pain was quite severe. She was yelping in pain, pale, & sweating with pain. We rubbed her back, gave her ibuprofen, prayed over her.... the spasm passed. That was the end of her neck and back troubles :) Praise the Lord!!
We left the hotel to find a mountain summit, the sky was clear, the air crisp, perfect day for veiwing. We made our way to the Pikes Peak Cog Railway. The mountain had heavy snows so we could not make it to the summit. We did however get to make it to about 13,000 feet - about 1,000 feet shy of the summit. Other than getting a little altitude sickness - - it was simply breath taking. The awesome beauty of God's creation. I am in love with mountains!!! The streams, babbling brooks, trees, wildlife, fresh air - thin air - - all breath taking.
DD#1, who seemed to be unsure about this adventure west, beamed from ear to ear on the Railway. We could see the Continental Divide from up there - as well as several states including Kansas & Wyoming. The views were stunning and I am certain our pictures will not do them justice. Hopefully we have been able to sear the sights into our memories.
DD#2, however, had a little more challenge with the heights and altitude sickness combined with motion sickness. Her stomach was a mess. We got her drinking water and looking around which helped her immensely.
We decided a pizza lunch was in order. We stumbled upon a great little pizzeria. We plotted our next destination.... which we decided would be Seven Falls. We plugged our destination into the GPS. We arrived to find it temporarily closed for renovations until May 28. Disappointed we drove back about a mile to a visitor’s center. The helpful lady gave us a map and some trails to hike. Again, our footsteps were being guided. We were in a City Park - everything was free (bonus!) We went to Cascade Falls were we hiked up about .3 miles, a rather steep .3 miles. DD#2 practically ran the entire way up. This is her "thing". It was a bit chilly but very tolerable with a fall/spring jacket.
From Cascade Falls we went back down the 'hill' to Mt. Cutler. We climbed about 400 feet to 7200 feet. About a mile hike. The trail was easier than the Falls - more gradual. We were nearly the only ones on the trail - only met 2 to 3 others. Protected from the winds it was quite warm. Again DD#2 was enthralled racing up the path. We even had a glimpse of some of the "Seven Falls". (all without paying the fee :) The view from the top was amazing! I wish I could give words to it but they fail me. I returned down the hill with sorrow. I was actually glad Seven Falls was closed - the hike was incredible.
Dinner was delicious - - Stage Coach Inn in Manitou Springs! Yummy beef & buffalo steak dinners.
Everything we wanted to see and do was in Manitou Springs within about 3 miles.
We slept fairly well even at 6,000 some feet. While preparing for our day - DD#2 developed an acute mid/low back muscle spasm that put a little anxiety into my heart. The pain was quite severe. She was yelping in pain, pale, & sweating with pain. We rubbed her back, gave her ibuprofen, prayed over her.... the spasm passed. That was the end of her neck and back troubles :) Praise the Lord!!
We left the hotel to find a mountain summit, the sky was clear, the air crisp, perfect day for veiwing. We made our way to the Pikes Peak Cog Railway. The mountain had heavy snows so we could not make it to the summit. We did however get to make it to about 13,000 feet - about 1,000 feet shy of the summit. Other than getting a little altitude sickness - - it was simply breath taking. The awesome beauty of God's creation. I am in love with mountains!!! The streams, babbling brooks, trees, wildlife, fresh air - thin air - - all breath taking.
DD#1, who seemed to be unsure about this adventure west, beamed from ear to ear on the Railway. We could see the Continental Divide from up there - as well as several states including Kansas & Wyoming. The views were stunning and I am certain our pictures will not do them justice. Hopefully we have been able to sear the sights into our memories.
DD#2, however, had a little more challenge with the heights and altitude sickness combined with motion sickness. Her stomach was a mess. We got her drinking water and looking around which helped her immensely.
We decided a pizza lunch was in order. We stumbled upon a great little pizzeria. We plotted our next destination.... which we decided would be Seven Falls. We plugged our destination into the GPS. We arrived to find it temporarily closed for renovations until May 28. Disappointed we drove back about a mile to a visitor’s center. The helpful lady gave us a map and some trails to hike. Again, our footsteps were being guided. We were in a City Park - everything was free (bonus!) We went to Cascade Falls were we hiked up about .3 miles, a rather steep .3 miles. DD#2 practically ran the entire way up. This is her "thing". It was a bit chilly but very tolerable with a fall/spring jacket.
From Cascade Falls we went back down the 'hill' to Mt. Cutler. We climbed about 400 feet to 7200 feet. About a mile hike. The trail was easier than the Falls - more gradual. We were nearly the only ones on the trail - only met 2 to 3 others. Protected from the winds it was quite warm. Again DD#2 was enthralled racing up the path. We even had a glimpse of some of the "Seven Falls". (all without paying the fee :) The view from the top was amazing! I wish I could give words to it but they fail me. I returned down the hill with sorrow. I was actually glad Seven Falls was closed - the hike was incredible.
Dinner was delicious - - Stage Coach Inn in Manitou Springs! Yummy beef & buffalo steak dinners.
Grand Adventure: Day 2 COLORADO
Mountains!! Need I say more? We drove all day from Lincoln NE to Colorado Springs. The cross winds were sooooo high that even the semis were struggling to stay on the road. High wind advisories all day. It did get old driving in it.
Can you believe it? Hubby let me drive for two hours this morning :) I got the easy drive if you ask me. I dealt with wind gusts but he dealt with constant wind the rest of the day. This is our first trip with the girls that they are old enough to sit in the front seat. So I had the treat of crawling in back for a nap and to be beat soundly at a game of Farkle by DD#2.
Early afternoon we spotted our first glimpse of the mountains. Oh how magnificent! And such a treat after the long, flat, mono-tone colored terrain of Nebraska. Tumble weed blowing, cows, feed lots, corn stalks.... and then hills which turned into mountains. It was worth the drive to get here :) Although my rear end was a bit numb that night.
The girls were delighted to stop in at Focus on the Family. We got there just prior to closing, but they got to see "Whit's End" of Odessey.
We had dinner at the Mason Jar in Manitou Springs and then walked "The Garden of the Gods" - many rock formations with vistas of Pikes Peak which is snow covered. These stunning rock formations were mostly red - jutting out of the ground in all shapes.
The sky is so brilliantly blue here - incredible. The weather is tolerable - - high 50s, low 60s. The wind is brisk, however.
We spent the night at the base of Pikes Peak.
Quote of the day - - on the far west side of Nebraska; DD#1 exclaimed "I think I see a lenticular cloud formation!" Apparently you only see these near mountains. We had yet to spot the mountains. :)
Can you believe it? Hubby let me drive for two hours this morning :) I got the easy drive if you ask me. I dealt with wind gusts but he dealt with constant wind the rest of the day. This is our first trip with the girls that they are old enough to sit in the front seat. So I had the treat of crawling in back for a nap and to be beat soundly at a game of Farkle by DD#2.
Early afternoon we spotted our first glimpse of the mountains. Oh how magnificent! And such a treat after the long, flat, mono-tone colored terrain of Nebraska. Tumble weed blowing, cows, feed lots, corn stalks.... and then hills which turned into mountains. It was worth the drive to get here :) Although my rear end was a bit numb that night.
The girls were delighted to stop in at Focus on the Family. We got there just prior to closing, but they got to see "Whit's End" of Odessey.
We had dinner at the Mason Jar in Manitou Springs and then walked "The Garden of the Gods" - many rock formations with vistas of Pikes Peak which is snow covered. These stunning rock formations were mostly red - jutting out of the ground in all shapes.
The sky is so brilliantly blue here - incredible. The weather is tolerable - - high 50s, low 60s. The wind is brisk, however.
We spent the night at the base of Pikes Peak.
Quote of the day - - on the far west side of Nebraska; DD#1 exclaimed "I think I see a lenticular cloud formation!" Apparently you only see these near mountains. We had yet to spot the mountains. :)
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Grand Adventure: In Search of Mountains
Destination: Grand Canyon and points in-between
We packed our bags, loaded the suburban, got ready for bed and a good night's sleep. We were planning to get up early and hit the road. We were hoping to get across the plain states the first day. A lofty goal and a long day's drive.
That was the plan... first our departure was delayed by DD#2. She was walking a bit crooked and stiff. Our crooked DD needed to be straightened out. So we delayed our departure until after the chiropractor opened. Bad news - we got a late start; good news - I was able to get a good cup of coffee from my favorite coffee shop.
DD#2 all straightened out and feeling better, we got our coffee, and made tracks out of town. We cruised right along through the cities, through a rain storm, looking forward to stopping for lunch. Making fairly good time.
Side note here: I am the most normal, crazy person, you'll ever meet. My goal: to entertain our driver and tour guide, hubby. I challenged him to a game of war - which I had to play his hand too. He won. Then I pulled out a sock puppet - that made him grin. (he knows I'm a bit nutsy) The girls joined in the fun. DD#2 had a stripped, dog sock puppet. Hubby added his own - - the naked sock puppet. LOL LOL
As I was saying, we drove through some rain, cruising on the interstate. We crossed a bridge, hit a bump, and heard: 'thunk, thunk, thunk, clang, thunk' Not good. Just past this bump was a rest stop. Hubby pulled in to check things out.
I, being, a girl didn't have a clue. I did take the vehicle in to the shop prior to leaving for a good check up. It got new tires, brakes, serpentine belt, ac belt, and oil change. I was assured we were good to go. But the noises eminating from the vehicle were not good.
First point of interest was the trail of liquid leading to our parking spot. "Uh oh," I thought. Well, hubby wasn't too concerned, he determined it was just rain build up in the 'pan'. Okay.... girl here, I'll believe him. Although something was definitely wrong with the rear brakes.
Time to call for a tow truck. Thankfully we were near a decent sized town. Ames, Iowa. DD#2 exclaims "I've never ridden in a tow truck before, this should be fun!" "Okay, if you say so honey."
Our hero came in an extended cab tow truck. A young man, tall, lean, & lanky. He had short cropped hair with a section a bit longer in hopes of a mow hawk. Very kind and courteous. He loaded up our truck and all of us and took us to town. He made a recommendation for lunch. He even got a chuckle when again, DD#2 exclaimed a funny. Seeing a semi truck hauling animals - - "Oh, look! Horses!" "No sweetie, those would be pigs, we are in Iowa now."
Our lunch was fabulous. If you find yourself in Ames I have a great recommendation for a restaurant. We still had to time to fill. It turned out to be something with the emergency brake (remember I'm a girl). It would take a couple of hours to repair. Across the street we spotted a Salvation Army Family Store. We headed in there to shop for a bit. We had fun finding the most outrageous outfits we could find. Just a few blocks away were Target and Wal-Mart, another good time filler and we were getting exercise! Then to Panera for coffee and treat.
Finally the call came... the truck was repaired and ready to go. We were off again!
I believe our delays were for a reason... I have a Blessed Controller, my heavenly father watching over me and every step of my life. I also caution you to be careful what you pray for... I asked God to reveal himself to us on our trip.
We made it to the east side of Nebraska and called it a night. Not as far as we had anticipated but we were on our way.
Monday, January 25, 2010
Engineer for a Spouse bring Dilbert proteges?
Married to an engineer! I love him dearly... he can do nearly everything. His problem solving skills are kick-ass! Timeliness - well that is another matter. Back in my young days, as a single girl praying for a man: of God, one who would love me forever, be able to fix anything - I didn't want repair bills. I ask you what kind of request is that coming from a 18-19 year old girl? Repair bills, seriously? Obviously, I had some concerns in that area. Well, God did grant me my request and more. And no we don't have many repair bills - he can fix just about everything. He simply an amazing guy.
I failed to mention in my prayer - timeliness and one who completes projects. LOL :) It is a standing joke that most projects are 85-90% complete. The last details are usually never completed.... the challenge of the project is over.
Years ago, DH's aunt sent me the following cartoon. It is so true... at this moment DH is teaching DD#1 how to solder wires for her rocket ignition switch. DD#1 has at least two brains in her head and she is a math & science geek!
I failed to mention in my prayer - timeliness and one who completes projects. LOL :) It is a standing joke that most projects are 85-90% complete. The last details are usually never completed.... the challenge of the project is over.
Years ago, DH's aunt sent me the following cartoon. It is so true... at this moment DH is teaching DD#1 how to solder wires for her rocket ignition switch. DD#1 has at least two brains in her head and she is a math & science geek!
Monday, January 18, 2010
In search of water
The day began as any typical day. DH went to work. I stumbled out of bed and slowly got moving. The children began their school work. I packed up the stuff I had to donate, loaded into the SUV, distracted the children from their studies, and we went to town. DD#1 to local home improvement/hardware store to find stuff for the rocket she and friends are building, DD#2 and I go to Goodwill to drop off the stuff. Then a quick stop in the coffee shop for some much needed caffeine and back to pick up DD#1. We then did a few more errands and home again. I was feeling quite accomplished and proud of myself.
But then....
DD#1 came to me while I was 'trying' to exercise. You see we have a Wii fit - some of those things a body just can't do, know what I mean? Anyway....DD#1 came to me for assistance with the toilet. She had apparently plugged it. She had done her best to resolve the situation but to no avail. Okay, now I am not an expert in this particular job but I have handled a plunger during my time. It turned out that the toilet wasn't refilling with water. Hmmmmm.... I take the tank cover off; jiggle things around, still not much happening. I look at the parts to try and determine if they are broken. Huh, this is a different set up. I go to a different toilet to compare parts and fittings, etc. Well... this is definitely a little different - the newest toilet in the house, modern thing. We have two other bathrooms, so I leave it for DH upon his arrival in the evening. I return to regularly scheduled humiliation of Wii Fit exercise.
About an hour later, I make my way to the kitchen. Unfortunately, the newly remodeled kitchen did not come with a built in Chef, so the job is left to me. I turn the kitchen facet on to wash my hands. Strangely, there is just a trickle of water. Huh. My little brain starts to work. I must again decide if the situation warrants a call to DH at work. Yep, I quickly determine that lack of water pressure is worthy of a phone call. Again I wonder, why do these happen when handyman DH is not home?
I by-passed the desk phone and called the mobile phone. No answer. Shoot! He must be in a meeting. Think. Think. Think. I can text message him - good idea, modern technology, gotta love it. He suggests checking the circuit breaker. Forest of Crazy in this head of mine. Why hadn't I thought of checking out the breaker? Sure enough, the well pump breaker had 'popped'. I switch it back to "On". I smile thinking this was an easy and inexpensive fix to the problem. Except...that the water pressure didn't return. How long do I wait for pressure to return? Those were my exact words in the next text. His response "did the circuit stay in the on position?"
Side note here... mobile phone from which I am texting does not work in the basement where the circuit panel is - lots of up and down the stairs. Good exercise I suppose. Additionally, the signal for the mobile phone was dropping in and out, so our texts were crossing paths and getting a little confuzzled. Which brings the message a few text messages later...I'll call in about 15 minutes.
DH calls as he is walking to the vehicle - quickly exiting the office to deal with the lack of water issue and hopefully be home before darkness descends. Rather tricky living in the northern plains during January. I suggest that we call someone to help deal with this issue. I was concerned about DH's health and physical body going down in the "hole" to look at the pump. Understand, that this is not the first time we have had a well pump fail...oh no, this would be about the 3rd or 4th. DH has gotten quite talented at replacing this thing over the years. But this is the first time in January. It is a horrible job - in a hole about 4 foot diameter, about 8-10 feet down, usually standing in water. DH is usually sore, tired, aching for days following. He reluctantly agrees to call someone, but disliked the thought of paying someone to do what he is able to accomplish. I, as his wife, felt the money spent if great value to his body and overall health.
It is already 4:00pm and I wonder if anyone will be able to come out this late in the day. My brain starts to make alternate plans for bathing and such. The local well company could send someone within the hour! Hurray! DH would be home about then too. I again saved the day with a phone call.
I would be paying these heroes of water restoration by the hour. I decided that I did not need to pay them to shovel snow out around the well. So I marched out there and did a bit of shoveling. The recent mild days, known as January thaw, really helped this task quite a bit. My water rescuers arrived...a couple of youngins' (Oh dear, I am getting old.) Of course, they hadn't seen a well quite like ours...we do live on an old homestead, the new homes are nothing like our home. By new I mean anything 40-50 years and younger.
DH arrived just in time to add assistance. The three of them worked for less than two hours. Installed a new pump (again). This pump, so I am told by DH, is a higher quality pump. He then asked me to write out the check to pay the bill. I had a bit of sticker shock. WHOA! I had an idea of the amount for labor and it did not equate the this amount or what I thought it should be including parts... exactly how much is this new pump? It certainly had better be a good one for that price!!! But water is restored and all is well (pun intended) once again on the "farm". Ahhhhh...
Now I must admit that I felt highly inconvenienced by this latest issue. But then I stopped to think: I am not Haiti just trying to survive....my problem can be resolved; most likely the problem will be resolved quickly; I have good water. How very very blessed am I? I do not have the right to complain today - no not today. I say another prayer for those suffering and cheerfully clean up the kitchen after dinner, smiling softly as the water runs out of the facet.
But then....
DD#1 came to me while I was 'trying' to exercise. You see we have a Wii fit - some of those things a body just can't do, know what I mean? Anyway....DD#1 came to me for assistance with the toilet. She had apparently plugged it. She had done her best to resolve the situation but to no avail. Okay, now I am not an expert in this particular job but I have handled a plunger during my time. It turned out that the toilet wasn't refilling with water. Hmmmmm.... I take the tank cover off; jiggle things around, still not much happening. I look at the parts to try and determine if they are broken. Huh, this is a different set up. I go to a different toilet to compare parts and fittings, etc. Well... this is definitely a little different - the newest toilet in the house, modern thing. We have two other bathrooms, so I leave it for DH upon his arrival in the evening. I return to regularly scheduled humiliation of Wii Fit exercise.
About an hour later, I make my way to the kitchen. Unfortunately, the newly remodeled kitchen did not come with a built in Chef, so the job is left to me. I turn the kitchen facet on to wash my hands. Strangely, there is just a trickle of water. Huh. My little brain starts to work. I must again decide if the situation warrants a call to DH at work. Yep, I quickly determine that lack of water pressure is worthy of a phone call. Again I wonder, why do these happen when handyman DH is not home?
I by-passed the desk phone and called the mobile phone. No answer. Shoot! He must be in a meeting. Think. Think. Think. I can text message him - good idea, modern technology, gotta love it. He suggests checking the circuit breaker. Forest of Crazy in this head of mine. Why hadn't I thought of checking out the breaker? Sure enough, the well pump breaker had 'popped'. I switch it back to "On". I smile thinking this was an easy and inexpensive fix to the problem. Except...that the water pressure didn't return. How long do I wait for pressure to return? Those were my exact words in the next text. His response "did the circuit stay in the on position?"
Side note here... mobile phone from which I am texting does not work in the basement where the circuit panel is - lots of up and down the stairs. Good exercise I suppose. Additionally, the signal for the mobile phone was dropping in and out, so our texts were crossing paths and getting a little confuzzled. Which brings the message a few text messages later...I'll call in about 15 minutes.
DH calls as he is walking to the vehicle - quickly exiting the office to deal with the lack of water issue and hopefully be home before darkness descends. Rather tricky living in the northern plains during January. I suggest that we call someone to help deal with this issue. I was concerned about DH's health and physical body going down in the "hole" to look at the pump. Understand, that this is not the first time we have had a well pump fail...oh no, this would be about the 3rd or 4th. DH has gotten quite talented at replacing this thing over the years. But this is the first time in January. It is a horrible job - in a hole about 4 foot diameter, about 8-10 feet down, usually standing in water. DH is usually sore, tired, aching for days following. He reluctantly agrees to call someone, but disliked the thought of paying someone to do what he is able to accomplish. I, as his wife, felt the money spent if great value to his body and overall health.
It is already 4:00pm and I wonder if anyone will be able to come out this late in the day. My brain starts to make alternate plans for bathing and such. The local well company could send someone within the hour! Hurray! DH would be home about then too. I again saved the day with a phone call.
I would be paying these heroes of water restoration by the hour. I decided that I did not need to pay them to shovel snow out around the well. So I marched out there and did a bit of shoveling. The recent mild days, known as January thaw, really helped this task quite a bit. My water rescuers arrived...a couple of youngins' (Oh dear, I am getting old.) Of course, they hadn't seen a well quite like ours...we do live on an old homestead, the new homes are nothing like our home. By new I mean anything 40-50 years and younger.
DH arrived just in time to add assistance. The three of them worked for less than two hours. Installed a new pump (again). This pump, so I am told by DH, is a higher quality pump. He then asked me to write out the check to pay the bill. I had a bit of sticker shock. WHOA! I had an idea of the amount for labor and it did not equate the this amount or what I thought it should be including parts... exactly how much is this new pump? It certainly had better be a good one for that price!!! But water is restored and all is well (pun intended) once again on the "farm". Ahhhhh...
Now I must admit that I felt highly inconvenienced by this latest issue. But then I stopped to think: I am not Haiti just trying to survive....my problem can be resolved; most likely the problem will be resolved quickly; I have good water. How very very blessed am I? I do not have the right to complain today - no not today. I say another prayer for those suffering and cheerfully clean up the kitchen after dinner, smiling softly as the water runs out of the facet.
Friday, January 8, 2010
Purple with Sparkles
A sign of aging is the discussions of failing body parts. Now I consider myself rather young. I haven't yet hit middle age because I plan on living for 100 years or more. I want to be there to watch my own children and giggle as they go through these stages. After all that is exactly what they are doing to me. I desire the pleasure of giving them the "I told you it would happen to you" look many, many times.
But as I said, I consider myself rather young. My warranty has expired but the parts are still working relatively fine - just not quite as well as before, more like rusty. The first body parts to really betray me are my eyes. I had fine eye sight. 20-20 or better with an astigmatism that I was told would one day cause me a problem. Well, reading was becoming quite tiresome and I determined it was time to visit the eye doctor when I realized I had quit reading more than a paragraph at a time.
I was a good patient... undergoing all the fun exams, looking at different letters, answering which picture was clearer. I figured I had done quite well. I was rather pleased with myself. I determined that my lack of reading must be to fatigue. Yep that is it - fatigue. I maintained my delusion right up to the moment the doctor informed me that yes, indeed the astigmatism, was causing me issues. Not only that but my far sight was failing me as well! WHAT?!?! Did I want a prescription for bi-focals, two sets of glasses, contacts? WHAT?!? You mean not only do I need reading glasses BUT I would find glasses beneficial for seeing far away things too. Mind you- it is a mild, nothing "requiring" glasses but it would likely help reduce headaches and eye fatigue, that kind of thing.
I am wondering what I ever did to my eyes for them to betray me as such. I always wear sun glasses, I try to avoid looking into bright lights or over using them. In fact I prefer to have my eyes closed, sleeping.
Well, I opted for the bi-focal. I went out the door to purchase my glasses. I figure, if you need to wear glasses you may as well make a statement, an accessory, a feature enhancer. I chose these delightful frames that looked great on me.
The fateful day came when the glasses were ready to be picked up. I put them on...they looked fabulous on me. I could even see - better yet, I could read! I thanked the young gal and made my way out the door. That is when the trouble began - I couldn't see - anything! It was blurry, there were shooting lights, my eyes teared up, I was nauseous, ... the glasses came off! Try again at home. How unfair from no glasses to bi-focal in one giant leap!
I was told by my glasses wearing hubby - you'll get use to them, give them time. What did he know - he didn't have bi-focals yet. My glasses wearing friends gave me words of encouragement. Some told me my frames were too skinny - needed more glass width. And the discussions went on.... most of the time I didn't wear them. After two months I gave up and took them back to be broken into two glasses - one for reading and one for "seeing".
This system worked out well for a while but I was frustrated when going to church, meetings, grocery store, anywhere I went that I needed to see and read at the same time. I started to wear my reading glasses on a rope around my neck. Not yet middle-aged me - glasses on a rope! Crazy! I disliked it very much....
Six months later.... DH goes to the eye doctor *giggle* - he's older than I by a whole two years - *giggle* He gets the same deal - time for bi-focals. Although he has the advantage of being a seasoned eye glass wearer. We go to pick up his new spectacles together. While there I couldn't resist looking at the frames and wondering if I was ready to "try" again. DH was rather helpful in the en devour. He offered up different frames to try... his choice - purple with sparkle flowers on the sides. Ooooooo these are lovely and fun. Quite the accessory. I was willing to try with these fun frames.
I adore my new frames! And what's more I love the lenses within them :) I can see and read. Very little adjustment to these. Ahhh success. But.... still my eyes have betrayed me - how dare they?!? Well, if you gotta have spectacles - have fun ones is my motto.
But as I said, I consider myself rather young. My warranty has expired but the parts are still working relatively fine - just not quite as well as before, more like rusty. The first body parts to really betray me are my eyes. I had fine eye sight. 20-20 or better with an astigmatism that I was told would one day cause me a problem. Well, reading was becoming quite tiresome and I determined it was time to visit the eye doctor when I realized I had quit reading more than a paragraph at a time.
I was a good patient... undergoing all the fun exams, looking at different letters, answering which picture was clearer. I figured I had done quite well. I was rather pleased with myself. I determined that my lack of reading must be to fatigue. Yep that is it - fatigue. I maintained my delusion right up to the moment the doctor informed me that yes, indeed the astigmatism, was causing me issues. Not only that but my far sight was failing me as well! WHAT?!?! Did I want a prescription for bi-focals, two sets of glasses, contacts? WHAT?!? You mean not only do I need reading glasses BUT I would find glasses beneficial for seeing far away things too. Mind you- it is a mild, nothing "requiring" glasses but it would likely help reduce headaches and eye fatigue, that kind of thing.
I am wondering what I ever did to my eyes for them to betray me as such. I always wear sun glasses, I try to avoid looking into bright lights or over using them. In fact I prefer to have my eyes closed, sleeping.
Well, I opted for the bi-focal. I went out the door to purchase my glasses. I figure, if you need to wear glasses you may as well make a statement, an accessory, a feature enhancer. I chose these delightful frames that looked great on me.
The fateful day came when the glasses were ready to be picked up. I put them on...they looked fabulous on me. I could even see - better yet, I could read! I thanked the young gal and made my way out the door. That is when the trouble began - I couldn't see - anything! It was blurry, there were shooting lights, my eyes teared up, I was nauseous, ... the glasses came off! Try again at home. How unfair from no glasses to bi-focal in one giant leap!
I was told by my glasses wearing hubby - you'll get use to them, give them time. What did he know - he didn't have bi-focals yet. My glasses wearing friends gave me words of encouragement. Some told me my frames were too skinny - needed more glass width. And the discussions went on.... most of the time I didn't wear them. After two months I gave up and took them back to be broken into two glasses - one for reading and one for "seeing".
This system worked out well for a while but I was frustrated when going to church, meetings, grocery store, anywhere I went that I needed to see and read at the same time. I started to wear my reading glasses on a rope around my neck. Not yet middle-aged me - glasses on a rope! Crazy! I disliked it very much....
Six months later.... DH goes to the eye doctor *giggle* - he's older than I by a whole two years - *giggle* He gets the same deal - time for bi-focals. Although he has the advantage of being a seasoned eye glass wearer. We go to pick up his new spectacles together. While there I couldn't resist looking at the frames and wondering if I was ready to "try" again. DH was rather helpful in the en devour. He offered up different frames to try... his choice - purple with sparkle flowers on the sides. Ooooooo these are lovely and fun. Quite the accessory. I was willing to try with these fun frames.
I adore my new frames! And what's more I love the lenses within them :) I can see and read. Very little adjustment to these. Ahhh success. But.... still my eyes have betrayed me - how dare they?!? Well, if you gotta have spectacles - have fun ones is my motto.
Hungry Porpane Tank
I work away at my computer, paying bills, checking Facebook, etc. I'm sitting in the corner of the family room that is known to be cold, thus I don't think about the house feeling a bit chilly. However, I decide to bump up the thermostat for the family room. It is sometimes comprised by the heat coming from other parts of the house. That's when I realize the temperature is 64 and the thermostat says it is calling for heat. Hmmmmmmm...
I check the other thermostats in the house - they all report the same thing... 64 calling for heat.
Why is it that these things rarely happen when handy man hubby is home? Fortunately, I have learned a few things over the years. But some of the more common sense things rarely are my first thoughts (Forest of Crazy in that head of mine).
I push the buttons on the thermostat - nothing happens, of course. I go to the basement to lay eyes on the boiler. "Why?", I ask, "isn't there a fire under you?" Silly me, thinking a boiler would answer me. I discover after getting on my hands and knees there is not a little flame known as the pilot light.
Time to make 'the call.' DH does not answer his desk phone. Now I must carefully consider if this warrants a call to his cell phone. Doing so may interrupt a meeting. I'm cold, the house is cold, the temperature outside is not to rise much above zero. The conclusion - yes, make the call to the cell phone.
Luckily, he answesr on his way back to his desk. I explain the situation, I might add, very calmly feeling relieved that someone who knows what to do will now provide all the answers. First he has me verify we have gas by checking the stove top. Again, I wonder why I didn't think of that little gem. A sane person would first ask "do we have gas?" But then I never claimed to have much sanity. Ah ha! The burners light, we have gas. Okay, next step, seeing if the pilot can be re-lit. Unfortunately, since DH has not developed the technology to do this from afar or through the phone, the task falls to me. He walks me through the process. I say a little prayer as I put fire under the boiler as I am very frightened I will blow up myself and the house, which includes our 2 DDs. DH hears my prayer and responds with these encouraging words "oh, it's fine, just do it." The pilot relights! All is well. The house will rewarm and we will not need to imitate Eskimos. I saved the day.
Until I realize the house isn't exactly getting warmer. The thermostats are still reporting the same thing 64 or 63, calling for heat. SIGH. Again, a sane person would probably automatically think - I should verify there is propane in the tank. No, not me. I push buttons, I check radiators, I look at the pilot light still burning. I plop down on the couch and ponder my dilemma. I pick up the phone and try DH who of course is no longer available. Eureka! The brain kicks in...check for propane. Not wanting to go outside where it is cold, I check the burners on the stove. They are woefully weak. Shoot! I dress in my many layers, don my boots, put on my gloves and tromp out into the cold sunshine to the propane tank. I fight my way through the snow, clear off the cover, open it up to find the gauge. It reads ZERO, nada, nothing. It is then that the thought occurred: "ya know, I haven't had a visit from the gas man in a while." All the brain cylinders are firing now.
Well, this is something I know how to do, make a phone call. As I am looking for the number to the gas company, I am feeling sightly annoyed. This is an issue we should not have to deal with, an empty tank. We are on auto fill, which in theory means, the gas company tracks our usage, weather conditions, etc. and automatically fills our tank when needed provided our account is current. I know our account is current, I've kept my end of this deal, so I wonder, why is my tank empty? Oh I know, it has been very cold lately. I'm sure the gas company is very busy dealing with lots of customers and issues. But I feel let down and kinda cold, ya know what I mean?
I make the call, they realize their blunder and promise to send someone right away. As I write this tale, I am awaiting for that "right away" response. It's been about an hour. Thankfully the temp in the house is holding at about 64. It's not too unbearable. DD#2 made lunch using the electric oven. Things could be worse.
Post Script: Indeed shortly after writing my tale, the gas delivery man came and filled the tank and re-lit the all the pilot lights. Again the house grows warm.
I check the other thermostats in the house - they all report the same thing... 64 calling for heat.
Why is it that these things rarely happen when handy man hubby is home? Fortunately, I have learned a few things over the years. But some of the more common sense things rarely are my first thoughts (Forest of Crazy in that head of mine).
I push the buttons on the thermostat - nothing happens, of course. I go to the basement to lay eyes on the boiler. "Why?", I ask, "isn't there a fire under you?" Silly me, thinking a boiler would answer me. I discover after getting on my hands and knees there is not a little flame known as the pilot light.
Time to make 'the call.' DH does not answer his desk phone. Now I must carefully consider if this warrants a call to his cell phone. Doing so may interrupt a meeting. I'm cold, the house is cold, the temperature outside is not to rise much above zero. The conclusion - yes, make the call to the cell phone.
Luckily, he answesr on his way back to his desk. I explain the situation, I might add, very calmly feeling relieved that someone who knows what to do will now provide all the answers. First he has me verify we have gas by checking the stove top. Again, I wonder why I didn't think of that little gem. A sane person would first ask "do we have gas?" But then I never claimed to have much sanity. Ah ha! The burners light, we have gas. Okay, next step, seeing if the pilot can be re-lit. Unfortunately, since DH has not developed the technology to do this from afar or through the phone, the task falls to me. He walks me through the process. I say a little prayer as I put fire under the boiler as I am very frightened I will blow up myself and the house, which includes our 2 DDs. DH hears my prayer and responds with these encouraging words "oh, it's fine, just do it." The pilot relights! All is well. The house will rewarm and we will not need to imitate Eskimos. I saved the day.
Until I realize the house isn't exactly getting warmer. The thermostats are still reporting the same thing 64 or 63, calling for heat. SIGH. Again, a sane person would probably automatically think - I should verify there is propane in the tank. No, not me. I push buttons, I check radiators, I look at the pilot light still burning. I plop down on the couch and ponder my dilemma. I pick up the phone and try DH who of course is no longer available. Eureka! The brain kicks in...check for propane. Not wanting to go outside where it is cold, I check the burners on the stove. They are woefully weak. Shoot! I dress in my many layers, don my boots, put on my gloves and tromp out into the cold sunshine to the propane tank. I fight my way through the snow, clear off the cover, open it up to find the gauge. It reads ZERO, nada, nothing. It is then that the thought occurred: "ya know, I haven't had a visit from the gas man in a while." All the brain cylinders are firing now.
Well, this is something I know how to do, make a phone call. As I am looking for the number to the gas company, I am feeling sightly annoyed. This is an issue we should not have to deal with, an empty tank. We are on auto fill, which in theory means, the gas company tracks our usage, weather conditions, etc. and automatically fills our tank when needed provided our account is current. I know our account is current, I've kept my end of this deal, so I wonder, why is my tank empty? Oh I know, it has been very cold lately. I'm sure the gas company is very busy dealing with lots of customers and issues. But I feel let down and kinda cold, ya know what I mean?
I make the call, they realize their blunder and promise to send someone right away. As I write this tale, I am awaiting for that "right away" response. It's been about an hour. Thankfully the temp in the house is holding at about 64. It's not too unbearable. DD#2 made lunch using the electric oven. Things could be worse.
Post Script: Indeed shortly after writing my tale, the gas delivery man came and filled the tank and re-lit the all the pilot lights. Again the house grows warm.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
New Title New Blog
Forest of Crazy
I read many blogs that are very entertaining and real! Mine has the tendency to be boring. I am not sure I have the same creative gene but I'm going to try :)
Living in a Forest of Crazy!
So true. My home contains one male, DH. He is a grumpy wannabe. But he lives with me - nice try. Although he does give me a run for my money. He relishes his "Bah humbug" hat and his "over the glasses" look. He is practically giddy that his co-workers keep a list of all the different ways he says "no". DH has an electrical engineering degree which basically means - he is VERY detail orientated and yet doesn't care about piles or lack of "neat" organization. Watch out if you clean up one his piles - he can't find anything. I have come to the conclusion that engineers would make fantastic lawyers.
He and I together have two daughters - yes girls! Girls that make the gray hair sprout in a nano-second. We can literally feel that hair turn gray. One is a teenager - watch out for the mood swings. Whoa!! When mama and DD#1 are mood-swinging at the same time - everyone watches and hopes the roof stays in tact. Hiding is the best option when these times collide.
DD#2 is a pre-teen anxiously waiting for the teen years. I am given an update regularly "in just ___ months, I'll be 13." Did you hear the perfectly beautiful brown hair, turn gray? (There is a popping/sizzling sound.) She has not yet joined the full mood-swinging gala events. Since she has the sunniest disposition of about anyone I know - there is hope that she will forever send her regrets to the mood-swing galas. One can only hope :)
We share our home with two cats. Sharing the house isn't exactly accurate. The cats are allowed in the house during daylight hours. We are bit like the Flinstones - our bedtime routine includes putting the cats out at night. We dislike being woke in the wee hours to cats begging for food, or the desire to go out. The favorite is when you are awakened to get up to turn on the light to WATCH the feline eat. Are you kidding me? Even my babies didn't get light or a mama that was awake for those middle of the night feedings.
I read many blogs that are very entertaining and real! Mine has the tendency to be boring. I am not sure I have the same creative gene but I'm going to try :)
Living in a Forest of Crazy!
So true. My home contains one male, DH. He is a grumpy wannabe. But he lives with me - nice try. Although he does give me a run for my money. He relishes his "Bah humbug" hat and his "over the glasses" look. He is practically giddy that his co-workers keep a list of all the different ways he says "no". DH has an electrical engineering degree which basically means - he is VERY detail orientated and yet doesn't care about piles or lack of "neat" organization. Watch out if you clean up one his piles - he can't find anything. I have come to the conclusion that engineers would make fantastic lawyers.
He and I together have two daughters - yes girls! Girls that make the gray hair sprout in a nano-second. We can literally feel that hair turn gray. One is a teenager - watch out for the mood swings. Whoa!! When mama and DD#1 are mood-swinging at the same time - everyone watches and hopes the roof stays in tact. Hiding is the best option when these times collide.
DD#2 is a pre-teen anxiously waiting for the teen years. I am given an update regularly "in just ___ months, I'll be 13." Did you hear the perfectly beautiful brown hair, turn gray? (There is a popping/sizzling sound.) She has not yet joined the full mood-swinging gala events. Since she has the sunniest disposition of about anyone I know - there is hope that she will forever send her regrets to the mood-swing galas. One can only hope :)
We share our home with two cats. Sharing the house isn't exactly accurate. The cats are allowed in the house during daylight hours. We are bit like the Flinstones - our bedtime routine includes putting the cats out at night. We dislike being woke in the wee hours to cats begging for food, or the desire to go out. The favorite is when you are awakened to get up to turn on the light to WATCH the feline eat. Are you kidding me? Even my babies didn't get light or a mama that was awake for those middle of the night feedings.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)