Goodbye My Friend

It was fun watching the Salt Lake City Soccer Team (RSL) play their game in the snow.  The ball didn’t roll away as fast, the players were ever cautious about slipping and getting hurt, and they won their first game since August of 2016.

After the news was over I looked outside and it was snowing here.  The weather man said it would, but it seemed like fiction – it’s April.  But April showers will bring May flowers.  And you know those are for the living. 

As Tracy finishes up fixing the front flower box I need to decide what flowers will live there and what native plants.  It will have water for the hot dry summer days but otherwise they will have to live on what mother nature provides.  That’s what my mother is doing these final days of her life – living off what she has within her and the morphine that smothers the pain from more suffering.  What a terrible way to end one’s life.  Whether you get treatment or not,  it saps your energy, life and spirits.  There’s no sense sending flowers while she’s still with me because she can’t see or smell them.  So I’ll just have to depend on her knowing that I’m with her in spirit. 

I’d plant her favorite pink rose, but the deer with eat them long before the aphids.  And carnations take too much water.  So pink penstemon will be planted in her remembrance.  Pink was her favorite color – she would have loved that 56 carat pink diamond (since she’s an April child) that was just at Sothebys.  She will pass on this week and I will be thankful for the snow.  The peace and quiet it provides as it covers the scars on the earth – much like death.  May you rest in peace my friend.

As for me, I shall begin life again, sine it too has been on hold since August of 2016, waiting for the phone to ring with a strange voice on the other end telling me my best friend has passed on.  I’ll miss her – but I’ll watch for the pink penstemon to bloom each year and remember.

A Look Back at 2016

It’s past time for my annual review of goals, but I’m going to do it anyway.  I usually try to write this prior to Winter Solstice, but this year it’s been hard to focus. 

My Mother had taken the time to reflect on the past year and commented that she had no idea how I had managed to get through 2016, little alone reach any of my goals.  I thought about that and decided I should look back at the year first, then look at what I might have accomplished.

We started the year living in our 25’ travel trailer.  We had sold our home in Escalante, UT and had purchased a new (to us) home in Enoch, but had allowed the sellers to rent back until February 1st.  We put everything we owned in our commercial building in Escalante and went to Quartzsite, AZ for the month of January.  Tracy was changing his hobby/craft one more time from photography to lapidary arts and needed some equipment.

It didn’t take him long to find an 18” and a 24” rock saw.  The bigger problem was how to get them home.  “No problem”, he says.  “We’ll buy a utility trailer and run them home”.  After driving nearly every street in Quartzsite, we finally found an old beater that would work.  It looked like the devil, but was of sound structure and had bigger tires than most.  The saw dealer arranged for the parks’ forklift use and the saws were loaded in no time.

I took advantage of the opportunity and purchased an old mine car complete with rails for front yard décor.  It just fit in the unused trailer space.  We hooked that poor trailer to the truck and headed for Enoch.  That was after we spent a whole day wiring the lights on the trailer.  The ones there didn’t work and we couldn’t haul it 500 miles through 3 states without lights. 

It was a 3-day “adventure” to “run” the trailer home, park it and return. Sore rumps and wet weather made for a “just drive” trip.  On the return trip, we got to the motel at Henderson and were greeted with a pack of big horn sheep. Not something you expect to see in the heart of the Las Vegas Valley.  But all that lovely, well-kept grass was too much to resist for their afternoon nap in the shade of the city park trees.

We returned to Quartzsite for some beads, picks, signs, and the 6 buckets of rough rock we purchased at the Saturday Auction.  Those and the 4 buckets of found rock were tucked under the trailer and we headed to La Mesa, Ca. to see my mom.

Her health has continued to decline and as trustee for the Family trust I needed to gather paperwork for the tax returns.  We took her to Balboa Park and the natural History Museum.  She had ever been.  It’s a place I spent many hours as a teenager, meditating as the pendulum clock knocked over little wooden pegs that marked every 5 minutes, as it swayed back and forth in long arcs across the shiny floor.

Time to return to Quartzsite and retrieve the trailer and rocks.  The sellers had left our new home the 15th of January and the house was ready for repairs.  We were ready for our next major adventure – or so we thought.

Until next time – – –

Thanksgiving Week 2016

We had quite the rainstorm this AM.  Now it’s turned to snow.  At first it wasn’t sticking, but now it is.  I need to visit the post office today, but I’ll wait until it quits.  Glad we got all the outdoor chores done before this started. I still have to store the patio chairs, but now they’ll have to dry first.

 Good friends came into town yesterday and we spent several hours “catching up”.  It was nice to just sit  and talk.  Spent the rest of the day writing our Thanksgiving cards and getting our family letter out.  They’ll go in the mail today.

Now I can start working on earrings for the Christmas Market in two weeks. I have Christmas Candy Baskets ready, except for putting in the candy.  Rock Candy, of course.  A few will have chocolate peppermint pieces.  In the meantime, I’ll try and get the blessing blanket done for a wonderful lady who is expecting her first in March. Then I’m going to go back to knitting baby outfits – more fun.  I’ve found  some new needles I’m going to order that replace the sets of  5 double pointed (DP) needles with three bent double pointed needles.  DP needles are okay with larger yarn, but I have trouble holding onto No. 1 and 2 needles.  Old hands are not as pliable.  It will be fun to try something new.  I have several patterns I’d like to try that call for small size DP needles.  And I need to settle on a project for the hospital.  I’m thinking a scarf would probably be the best, I won’t have to count stitches, just knit. Then again, I might be better off keeping track of a pattern – busy mind to go with busy hands.  On second thought, maybe I’ll do both.  LOL

November is about over and I have much to be grateful for – a wonderful husband and partner, good kids doing their thing, a wonderful house that is warm and dry, plenty of food and #enough money to live a nice life.  Every year, about this time, I sit down and go over my goals from last year and make new ones for the year to come.  I’ll do that this week.  Stay tuned – – –

Happy Sandwich Day

History of Sandwich Day
There is a commonly known story about the history of the word sandwich, and it’s attributed to John Montagu, the 4th Earl of Sandwich. One piece of that history that’s rarely discussed is the meaning of the word Sandwich and the town it comes from. Sandwich is a city in the shire of Kent in England, originally the word was spelled Sondwic, and then Sandwic, and ultimately in 1086 as Sandwice. The name of the town came from its purpose and its claim to fame, it was a market town. So what does Sandwich actually mean? “Market Town on Sandy Soil”.

John Montagu was the 4th Earl of this town, a royal title that essentially means ‘chieftain’ and placed them in charge of a territory in the King’s stead. John was a well a known lover of card games, and it’s said he originally ordered his meat to be delivered to him between two slices of bread so that he would not get his grease laden fingers on the card, nor require a fork to eat. As people heard of this, they started ordering their food “The Same as Sandwich”, and eventually just “a sandwich”. From such things are legendary culinary delights born. Sandwich Day celebrates both the Earl himself, and the wonder he brought to us in the form of the sandwich.

New Moon – Black Moon

Yesterday was a new moon, a black moon because it was the second new moon in one month.  A new cycle begins and a new time to focus on personal goals that express positive energy.

Should we focus on –

  • Work
  • Our budget
  • Our business
  • A special relationship
  • Or just having fun?

We’ll have trick or treaters tonight.  That will be the first time in 20+ years I’ve been in a neighborhood that is conducive to having children knock on our door.  In Bandon, Or. We our home was tucked back behind our commercial building and hidden amongst the huckleberry bushes.  Too spooky and no real neighbors.  In Escalante our home was again behind our commercial establishment and even though there were children nearby, they didn’t know us and didn’t stop to trick or treat.

We have a nice family two doors down now and they still have two children at home.  They plan to come tonight and that will be fun.  Their mom tells us we’ll probably get about a dozen stoppers, and that’s perfect for us.  We’ve got a bowl full of Goldfish treats for whomever knocks.  In addition, I’ve got a special enough basket for each of the girls.  I’ll include my poem and list of what is your enough for each.  It will be fun to see what their costumes are.  I still have the scar on my thumb here the knife slipped cutting a slot for a hobo stick.  We had great fun when my girls were little.  I have a couple of pictures of them dress up for Halloween.

One of those pictures is with the San Diego Chicken.  We lived in Santee, CA at the time and I was a PTA volunteer.  My job was to help with the entertainment for the school Halloween carnival.  The Chicken was brand new and indicated he would love to visit your school.  So, I asked if he would, and he did.  It was a huge success and great fun.  More fun than elections.

Maybe that’s why there’s such a big interest in Halloween, even for adults.  It’s a time you can dress up and pretend to be someone else.  It’s a great distraction from politics and nasty elections.  I’ll be glad when

  • the nasty negative and stupid ads go away;
  • when the Clinton News Network (CNN) goes dark;
  • when the media realizes they’re no longer providing news and need a disclaimer that their report is only for entertainment;
  • and for snow – the weather event that brings peace and quiet.  A few feet would be fine.

Until next time.