January . . .

On New Years Eve I heard the local fireworks that cracked and thumped in our neighborhood, and continued into the early hours of 2021. It's not that I denied anyone their celebration;  I just prefer to sleep when I can and wake up in a New Year feeling fine.  No Auld Lang Syne and no crack, snapple, pop..  I always sigh jealousy at the husband's breathing while his C-pap machine whirs quietly.  In addition to being able to fall asleep almost immediately, he has the blessing of maintaining a refreshing slumber.  Undisturbed. So, that's kind of where we were once more just two weeks into the New Year.  I told him to sleep and I would maintain my watch, waiting for updates from our son in law on the life of our middle daughter. Rest had been unattainable for the last 30 hours and I insisted that my husband go to bed because one of us needed to have some semblance of sanity and control.  It certainly wasn't going to be me. Our son-in-law had been frantic and sleepless and w


  You can contemplate.   It changes nothing. That was my thought on my walk yesterday when I decided to cross the bridge to the other side.  Because of the many months of work on the fish ladder the other path had not been a good option.   Yes, it took us to the same goal, but the detour was tiresome.   I don't even know if that is a good analogy to 2020.  Is there even such a thing?  The detours of this year may not even get us to the desired goal.  And what the heck is the goal anyway? I've so hunkered down into hermitville that I even had to make up that word to describe it. My husband and I have so far avoided the menace of the pandemic.  But other family members, who work in positions that welcome exposure, have not.   I told my daughter via cell phone this morning that my worrying would not worry her and my grandchildren well .  And, I cannot worry it away from our door either if it presents itself.    So I'm breathing and distracting. ( Not an easy task for a woman

Diet, Dye It

I needed a notary.  Getting a notarized signature meant a trip to my bank.  I can count on one hand how many times I've been there in the past 10 years.  Fact.  Which means I wasn't surprised that the young man truly needed to see my ID.  He was so young I wondered if he was even born the last time I was there.  Well, silliness aside, I was super embarrassed when he informed me that my Drivers License had expired.   (Later sifted through a pile of mail that my husband had daily stacked  and I daily ignored while it lay next to my computer.  The renewal notice was down there several months deep. )  Fortunately our state allows drivers to restore their rights on-line,  plus a hefty monetary fine for being a tardy numbskull.  You don't ever have to go in for a new photo! One doesn't need to fill in any information.  But... you can update.  Which I didn't do.  So I just left the ugly pounds discrepancy on my weight. I told myself it was essentially a lie of omission.  T

Fishin' on The Creek

My Husband accompanied me on the creek walk two days ago.   He stopped and shouted to me, "Hon, grab your camera!" Although my eyes didn't find it, there was a fish swimming dangerously close to the heron that was motionless on the berm. BAM!  The heron jumped into the water and caught the fish before I could even focus.  But, I did capture some lovely shots that followed.  Well, lovely for the heron.  Not so much for the fish.


 Construction and completion of a new fish ladder has discouraged my walks on the creek this summer and fall.  So I was surprised when my car turned in that direction yesterday when I thought I was headed to the other walking path nearby.  The parking lot was nearly empty and there was a sign that said closed.  However, the park ranger who happened to be standing on the sidewalk called out that it was indeed open.  I happily crossed the bridge. This time of year gives me some apprehension for walking alone.  Several years ago this season was when I encountered the beautiful Bobcat that pretty much seemed indifferent to my presence.  This is the time of year when cougar sightings are common as well.  Quite a few years past I saw a bear after hearing it rushing away through the underbrush. Only a few years ago  I came across a person rising from his sleeping bag partially hidden in the bushes.  I had the advantage of already being in boots and full stride so was out of sight in seconds. 

Smoke Gets In Your Eyes (and nose and throat)

 A week ago we had rain and then sunshine.  A grand and totally delightful end to eight days of being smoked like a rash of bacon.   Thus the title above that might make you want to do some memory moves with The Platters. The Air Quality Index runs from 0 to 500.  I was shocked to see the red line hit that and rise beyond the measured quantity.  Mentally and emotionally taxing as well as physically harmful. Rain has blessed us once more the past two nights. Hopefully enough to be a wild firefighters wet dream. Now I can take walks again if my right foot agrees.  Surgery on the left foot in late February put me in good standing to stay seated and home in the early days of the you know what.   To keep on the right footing I am planning another surgical round of  "The Hokey Pokey" with the podiatrist this winter. Meanwhile it seems like all my "annuals" have somehow coagulated into a September sludge of visits to every medical professional in my life.  My eye specialis