June 20, 2017

It's Okay Tuesday

Amber got the It's Okay idea from Glamour magazine. Amber is the host at Airing My Laundry, One Post At A Time,

Lots of OKAY going on this week, personally. Lots of 'not okay' going on in the bigger world, but It's Okay, if this one day, I choose to shut it out.

It's Okay that it only cooled down to 80 degrees last night.  Uber hot weather today means the sidewalks and asphalt are too hot to walk the dogs. That's Okay because it's too hot for me to be out there, too.

It's Okay that it's supposed to be 111 degrees today because I have a pool and ice cold beer. It's Okay that my personal goal is to resemble a drunk prune at the end of the day. A cool drunk prune.

It's Okay that being in the water causes our fingers to 'prune up'! Our bodies designed it so it is easier to grip things...like bottles of 805 and a good summer novel.

It's Okay if I sit in the pool and read for awhile. I've got a hat, my phone will be in reach and the beer will be in a cooler across the pool, so I can call it exercise!

It's Okay that we will be eating a salad for dinner. It's good for us and the cook may be too sloshed and pruney to use a gas stove. It's Okay that it will be too dang hot to turn on the oven.

Photo Courtesy of Pitara

It's Okay to float on my back, every part of my body immersed in cool water except my mouth and nose, because I can hear nothing but my heart beat and my lungs at work.

If anyone needs me today, you can find me here.

 Have an Okay Day, ya'll!

June 19, 2017

Too Hot To Type

104 in my front yard. The huge tree shades the entire front of house.

108 in my backyard by noon.

78 in my pool. Guess where I'll be this afternoon!

Too hot to type. Projected high temperature for the day is 112....Got. To. Get. To. Pool.

June 17, 2017

One Of Those Good Days

The weatherman is warning that we may reach 112 degrees tomorrow, the low tonight is supposed to be 78; 77 if you choose to believe the weather app on my IPhone.

Let's not talk about tomorrow. Today was only 103 degrees approximately 4 miles east of home. Up the hill from home it was 101 and home (Home Sweet Home) was only 100! The low last night was 72 here at the house. Good for heating up the pool water but those temps demand the folding and putting away of the top quilt. Washing and storing of the bottom quilt along with the flannel sheets...bye flannel sheets. Welcome back bamboo sheets, welcome back.

We hit the highway early this morning, headed to the mountains. Frank taught a photography class way, way up where the temperature dare not exceed high 80's. Wonderful. Mt. Lassen and Mt. Shasta were bright and shiny, still wearing most of their winter white coats. The snow melt has the rivers flowing fast and high. The Pit River was just barely missing the bottom of one of the bridges. So good to see after such a long, dreadful drought.

His class was huge, almost 30 people! That's big for small town classes.  I passed on the class. Shot some flowers, did some reading in the cool-ish mountain air and painted my nails!

The drive home was beautiful. There is absolutely nothing better for the soul than a ride in the mountains, unless, of course, it's camping or living in the mountains!

Coming back to the furnace that is Redding, we ran into an old friend. She is now the manager of one of the large chain stores in town. She trained under Frank when he managed a Thrifty's another lifetime ago.  What a treat to see her and catch up on life. 

We made a quick stop at home to let Lily and Rex out for a quick potty break. Redding is not a town where pets can be outside in the middle of the day. 

Headed to our great-granddaughter's birthday party. Three years old! Yes, Really!  Good party. Lots of Littles, lots of Bigs, even some In-Betweeners! Some old friends and some new friends. Best of all, there were misters. Glorious, cooling misters.

Screw all the blow drying it took to get my hair straight this morning! The mist and bubble blower made it seem like it was only 80 degrees. It was heaven.

Also, my sister-in-law's birthday. Happy Birthday JT!

Yup, it was a good day.

Tomorrow? Well, we'll see!

June 10, 2017


Sisters, are you tired of being told what we should and shouldn't do, especially when the rules are directly related to our age or weight? Me, too!

It's the hardest when the person who thinks they are the 'boss of me' is a woman who is thirty years younger than I am. It's bad enough that there are a whole lot of rich old white men who want to rule my body, but, women (?), really?

A friend sent me the following link. I think most of you will love it. I concur with her philosophy 100%.

Warning: Curves Ahead

To be honest, I did visit the post referred to in the link above. I was appalled when it advised women over 30 not to wear non-matching socks! Is there any other kind?  I immediately shut it down and refuse to link to such a shallow-minded article.

June 08, 2017

All I Really Need To Know...

By Linda Harris

What About You

Yesterday I was sitting in a waiting room; magazines were all a hundred years old. Almost bored to tears, I decided to clear my IPhone of ancient stuff.

As I cleared my 'Notes' which frankly consisted mostly of grocery lists and things to take my folks in 2015 and 2016, this little item jumped out.

An article, Mille Femmes, from the March 2016 edition of Good Housekeeping, which I probably read in some other waiting room. The note I have asks,

"How do you see yourself in one single word?"

"Is there one single moment of your life that encapsulates your core being?"

Wheels started turning.

Then, this morning on Facebook, Janis Ian asks this question?

Let's send some happy energy to dear old Socrates and practice a little self-examination.

For me:

Single word: Mother

I choose 'Mother' because it is not just a word, there is a depth to it, a meaning that does not just relate to my relationship with my three children, but to the world.


Many years ago, sitting in the kitchen at the ranch, my friend asked me a question. I didn't have an answer. I don't even recall the question, but I do remember walking down to one of the dams to think.

Sitting on a large stone, looking out at the valley, a small village appeared where there were only cows and oaks. The village kind of vibrated in and out of vision, each time it appeared it was a little different. In between appearances, the valley itself changed, evolved.

I'm not sure how long I sat there but I was overcome with the knowledge that linear Time really is just an illusion. I have (rarely) been able to astral travel but never forward or backward in time, only to other places experiencing a horizontal time. (Yes, I have had my medication today!)  The feeling that 'All' was happening at the same 'time' was overwhelming, if not happening at the same time, at least past and future events were accessible.

Encapsulating my core being? Yes, my friends, you can answer, 'WooWoo'!

Now, having written that, I am sure I will never qualify for a concealed weapons permit, or to run for public office.  Crap!

How old would I be if I didn't know how old I am?

As old as the universe, an infant and, oh, let's say 41!

So, before the guys with the white jacket get here, share with us your single word, single moment and your inner age!

June 06, 2017

It's Okay Tuesday!

Amber at Airing My Laundry discovered this idea in Glamour magazine.

I don't post every Tuesday. Not because things are not okay but sometimes things are so okay that there is no time to post!  Other times, things are not okay.

This past two weeks have been a bit of both, but that's life, isn't it?

It's Okay that almost every waking moment is full and demanding. We are trying to make plans for the care of our parents. That's okay because we love them and want them to have quality in their lives and a certain degree of independence.

It's Okay that we are planning the Great Coffee Table Conspiracy of 2017. The folks coffee table is dangerous. It doesn't bite or anything like that, it's just a falling hazard. Mom agreed to having it go but she doesn't like change (that's okay, too) but this time we are going to 'act', not just "think about it!"

It's Okay that I am spending the money and time I would typically pay for therapy to transform the backyard.

It's Okay that I have stripped the backyard of lawn,  moved thousands of rocks, placed weed cloth down and moved thousands of rocks (plus some) onto weed cloth.

Dirt on pool deck is from capping off sprinkler head.  Yay!

It's okay that I dug a ditch, lined it with weed cloth, filled it with good soil (bye-bye crabgrass) and planted Agapanthas to line the rocks.

It's Okay that I built a hill in the curve and filled it with succulents.

It's Okay that the work is going slow. It is not okay to work in the yard when the temperature is 95 plus.

It's Okay that I drove a friend up to an Ashland hospital last week for a total knee replacement. Once we were there, IV in arm, all prepped, the surgery was cancelled! We ended up having a wonderful day wandering through beautiful Ashland, enjoyed a great lunch.

It's Okay that the drive, both back and forth, through the mountains was beautiful and the conversation stimulating (and filled with good humor).

It's Okay, no matter what, that I have good friends, who are there for me and make some tough times easier to march through and don't mind when things are not okay.

Laughs, tears, celebrations or stresses, they are there to say, "It's Okay!" (Tuesday or not!)

May 27, 2017

Thirty Three!

Frank and I celebrated our 33rd wedding anniversary yesterday.

Hard to believe that we've come this far.

We met at Shasta Dam in 1980. I was a tour guide. He flew over the top of a tour I was leading and yelled, "Look up!"

Poor picture of a picture. In original, Mt. Shasta is in the background.
Everyone on the tour looked up and became enthralled with the handsome hang glider pilot. All the questions for the rest of the tour were about hang gliding, landing zone, launch, etc.

After the tour, and Frank's flight, he came to visit me in the tower. We talked for an hour. He was a fireman, interesting and flirty. I was also married (though my husband of 13 years was still dating).

Frank would come to the dam and seek me out. If he was alone, we would have good conversations full of bantering and laughing. If he had someone with him, he was an asshole and I would do my best to hide out until he left.

I was riffed by President Reagan, so returned to health care. Lost communication with the handsome pilot.

Two years later, I was divorced and working a booth at a health fair, I looked up from spinning blood for hematocrit tests, and saw this handsome man looking at me from the line of another booth. He was in full color and everyone else in the mall, in fact the mall itself, was in black and white! Yup. When the universe gives one that kind of a message, one should listen.

We tried to figure out where we knew each other from, both of us thinking the other looked familiar. When we finally remembered, he waited until the fair was over, then we went out for a pizza. We've basically been together since then.

When we decided to marry, we had the ceremony at Shasta Dam, where we first met.

Thirty three years. Who knew?

May 20, 2017

Busy Week Part II

Two concerts, several birthdays, Rodeo week, some concerns with parents, and, oh yeah, the swimming pool blew up!

Yup! The pressure built up while I was at folks' house and kapow!

The water in the pool was down about 1 1/2 feet and still dropping. The metal strap that holds the pump together is missing. It was either blown to pieces or blew over the fence!

Thankfully, no one was in the yard, so no shrapnel wounds. Hopefully, no one was behind the fence. We haven't looked for bodies, we figured what we don't know, won't hurt us!!!

So, new pump for pool or trip to Massachusetts to visit daughter and family in September.

Budgets. I hate them!

Should be spelled Butt-jets!

Today is supposed to be 101 and tomorrow is supposed to be hotter.

Going to get a t-shirt printed with the most often repeated phrase in Redding from May to October:

"Yeah, but it's a dry heat!" 

Busy Week

Our family grew this week. Son-2 and his wife are fostering the cutest little fellow. It is apparently a foster-to-adopt program. Joy! We now have 8 grandchildren, six young women in the middle sandwiched by boys on the ends. Oldest is a 25 year old young man with a family of his own, and now, the youngest is 3! Yay Us!!!

We spent part of Mother's Day in the Bend with Mom and Dad. Had a nice lunch. Then headed out for the 2 hour drive to Sacramento for dinner with Son-2, his wife and her folks. Awesome dinner. They drove up from L.A., which is easily a 7 hour drive.

Daughter-in-law was being presented with a State of California college employee of the year award in the morning! Yes, we are very proud of all the kids and their spouses!

While leaving the folk's house we took a couple of quick picks of the Bend. Rain was in the mountains, sun shining on the river. Storm moved in pretty quick though.

We actually had heard from the local Birders that there were several Whooping Cranes and a Giant Blue Heron hanging out in the ponds. Found the Heron but the Crane had moved on.  Being afraid of snakes, I didn't walk through the high grass to get the big bird photo...hmm, don't think Frank did either because he was wearing dress pants and dress shoes.

The wind was howling. I'm surprised there was as much body to the clouds.

We headed south, missing the storm, for the most part.

We ate dinner at Station 16. Delicious food, great service.

Mostly seafood. Shrimp Ceviche was to die for!

There is a cultural richness in downtown Sacramento that is so absent from Redding.

We also were in the middle of the last day of the Women's Amgen Tour  Bike Race. Big crowds, streets closed off, great vibes.

Dinner was wonderful. Great company, great conversation, great food! 

We got home just a little after midnight, ready to do it all over again...but first, a good sleep!

May 15, 2017

You Only Live Once


Have you hollered "YOLO" before stepping off one of your bucket list cliffs?

Northern California has it's own style.

We have a physical Yolo. It is off Interstate 5. If someone squeaked out Yolo, others would ask you if you're going to Yuba City or headed for Marysville?

There is no yelling "YOLO" in the north state, when trying to fly or dying our hair purple, we just tell concerned family members and friends,  "I am taking Exit 542!

Have you taken Exit 542 lately? 

If you worked up the nerve, what would you do right now, today, that you haven't done?

If you truly believe that You Only Live Once, and you're working it, what are you doing?

How's it working out for you?