Fishing The Coast, Oregon and Washington

July 2016
Willie the Springer


Willie, Willie, Willie the Springer! He is so fine! I'm glad he is mine!

July 3, 2016

Bill and Pete went crabbing and perch fishing. I would have gone, but Willie just doesn't do well, when I'm gone all day. I think I'm on a dog's lifetime break for long fishing trips. I don't really mind. I can go on short trips. That matches my bodies ability, anyhow.
I really did plan on writing on the first of July. And since it didn't happen on the first, then it would be on the second. Oops. Ya see, I've been so busy trying to help people with passwords, that I just haven't had the time. I can't stay at the computer long, these days, but you know what? I am. Thus, I've been pretty out of it, the rest of the day. My chiropractor isn't happy with me, and neither is my acupuncture lady!
So, third try is the winner. Happy 3rd! Happy July!
Things are slowing down on the password front, but in case you missed this message, I'll repeat it, here.
Please, if you are still having trouble logging in, do this: Scroll to the bottom of any ifish page and write to me, via the contact ifish form. Then, fill it out, giving me your moniker and updated e mail.
I will help you login. Yes. I will.
Please do NOT register a new moniker. But, if you have, (And I get it!) send me a private message on the board, and give me your old moniker and updated e mail. I will merge the two and get you going. Thanks!

For years, I harped about keeping your e mail updated. I guess this is why!

Wow. July. It seems I hurry summer along until it's gone.
It starts with the extreme exhilaration of hearing the spring birds... listen...

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And then, it's "Let's search for asparagus!" This happens shortly after the birds arrive. I pick one, another, maybe two on a lucky day, to a grand total (spread out until now or so) of about 16 asparag"i".
16 and under qualify for a singular dinner. Asparagi. Yep. After five years of waiting and growing, I still have asparagi plants. Maybe some day they'll be asparagus. But, Bill doesn't like mowing around it, and even though they are a pain to move the crown, Bill wants to try it. I'm afraid! I'm so afraid he'll kill my measly meal maker!
It's just so exciting, though, to look forward to the next harvest around here! And now, at Oregon City, too! I was so enthralled with my asparagus in Tillamook, that I planted some there, too. You can't harvest the first year, but I've put it in a raised bed, and it's doing so well! Next year! AsparaGUS!
Then, it's onto strawberries and raspberries! Oh my! That is SO fun! Last year, we had a HUGE harvest of the world's sweetest Hood strawberries, so this year, we were looking forward to the same. For some reason, they weren't as prolific, or as sweet this year. Oh well. I'm buying more Hood plants, and this year, planting them in rows. Darnit, but I just experienced how difficult it is to have a big plot of solid berries. You step on the ones in the middle trying to get to them! That's no good. So, rows, next year, and new Hoods! I can't wait. I'm counting down the days, now!
After that season, it's onto checking out the asian pear tree, to tell if there is setting fruit. I still can't figure it out, until I see the actual pear! But, I'm going to learn, darnit! I study that tree, every year for signs of fruit after the flower. Sometimes we get fruit, sometimes not. This year, I'm afraid not. Last year, we had a great harvest!
After that, cherries on the cherry tree? Not this year. Bummer.
All the while, I'm checking the blueberry bushes for berries, and setting the nets so that I get them, and the birds don't! It's a battle, and I'm going to conquer! MY BERRIES!
About this time of year, (Are we caught up? Have I forgotten anything that I get excited about!? I'm sure I have!) But, my garden gets exciting. Zucchini, and acorn squash and carrots, tomatoes, crookneck and cucumbers, oh... my! And, we have already had the squash for dinner! And, I had a couple cherry tomatoes that were divine!
For some reason, my carrots always turn out about two inches long and malformed, so this year, I really dug deep into the soil, bought some conditioner, and planted those seeds that I can see. They are really doing well! They are long and lean, and not quite done yet, but they look like store carrots! YAY! I won the State fair contest when I was in 4-H gardening in grade school with Nantes carrots, so I am partial to those. This year, though, I bought something else because my luck has not been good. They look better! Whether soil conditions are the reason, I don't know, but I think so! Next year, good soil and back to Nantes!
Oh, and my potatoes! We have had new potatoes twice, and they are so darn good! The potatoes harvest though, will be in the start of fall. My garlic looks gorgeous and when I get home, I will harvest that, but first, I'm going to have those curly ends for supper. Garlic crowns? Or, what are they called? The greens of the garlic. They are so yummy! Just steam them lightly and butter and salt and oh_my_gosh! So good!
Oh, lettuce! I forgot my lettuce! I grew some butter lettuce and it has long been eaten, but my friends all raved about it!
When I get here to the coast, I barely hug Bill before I'm off to check things out!
Are there flowers on the kiwi plant? Both male and female at the same time? Not this year, yet. Maybe next year? Our male is very old and established but our female is not quite mature enough this year. I can't wait! Counting the days down till next year!
Then, it's off to the orchid. Lookee!

orchid
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This orchid is about 8 years old and still blooms each year!
weird cactus
Weird cactus flower in bloom
Cactus
Last year's full bloom

Anyhow... The fun lasts clear into November with the acorn, butternut and golden squash.
This is what gets me happy. And after that, I mean, it's November and time to start getting excited about SNOW!
You can get excited about snow clear up into February, at which time it's almost time to plant your garden! See?
The whole year is fun and exciting!
Last night, Bill was talking about how he doesn't like travel. He turned to me, and said, "I really like it here!" Well, so do I! But, there are a couple slow months in March and April where I'd sure like to go some place warm! I am old enough to finally appreciate what snow birding is all about! If ONLY I could talk Bill into it! But, you know? He likes it here!
I get it! But....
PS. I forgot the basil! Oh, pesto here we come!

July 8, 2016!

There is this lady I watch on Periscope, and every time she broadcasts, the first frame of her video she is shaking her head, slowly, back and forth in disbelief.
That is how I feel right now... about so many, many things.
First, regarding the police thing in Dallas. How horrid.
I grew up with a major respect for the men in blue. I don't get it.
However.... shaking my head again, why did the man get shot for reaching for his wallet?
Shake my head. I don't get it.
I also grew up without any hint of racism in my family history. Black people were not common in Canby, but when the first black family moved in, there was no feeling that they were any different. They were lovely people, two doors down from us, and I immediately made friends with the girl, nearly my age. I remember once, the newspaper boy dropped all of his change in front of us. We were sitting on the sloped lawn of my childhood home, and I guess he was nervous about us watching him. Nickels and dimes flew everywhere! We helped him pick it up and off he flew on that bicycle.
We found more, after he left, but we couldn't find him. We felt so guilty, when we went to the store with that money, staring at this stuff called "Moo Milk". We wanted it so badly! But, instead, we ended up not buying anything, and instead, giving the money to my Mom.
I'm glad we did that, rather than live with the guilt!
Anyhow... black people are just black people. No different! In fact, they should be dealt with, with much kindness for the horrid history they lived.
I don't get this paranoia of black people against white people, and white people against blacks. Nor, anyone against the men in blue. I'm beginning to see that it is there. Oh, man, is it ever there. Enough to take lives!
Don't get me wrong. I've read about it in books, and in the news.. I know about slavery and how awful that was, and I understand the anger for the history. I just don't understand why we are killing each other.
I am just so sorry that anyone feels that much different, or has so much hatred in their hearts. So very sad and so scary, too!
The last week has been very tough for me. I shake my head.
I came back from the coast, where life was easy breezy. Bill and I had a nice week. Bill went crabbing with Pete, and we feasted on fresh Dungeness for three days in a row. That's living!
I pulled into the house, to find that David hadn't mowed the lawn, as I had asked. The lawn mower lay on its side. UH OH.
He had run over a flashlight, (Thank you, Willie for picking up your toys! NOT)
I took it into Clarks in Oregon City and the guy immediately said, "Broken crank shaft!" I took it to the other place, here, for a second opinion and they don't think it's broken. So, we'll see. But, that's far from all!
I walked into the garage to find a stream of water flowing from the freezer. Someone had left it open. Everything ruined. Is David 8 or 28? I forget. My temper was rising.
I shake my head.
That's not all!
The plants in my garden were withering. Obviously, David hadn't watered them daily. "DAVID!What do you do all week?" I shake my head.
"Well, he said.... "I have some good news!" Changing the subject...
I was compliant. "What?"
"I believe in God!" David had struggled with this issue, and those were the sweetest words I could ever hear! That's more important to me than him getting a job, or just about anything. I nearly cried with happiness!
David and I had gone to church the Sunday before I left for the coast. I asked him, "Did you go back to that church?"
"No."
"Oh! Where did you go?"
He told me, and I'm not going to repeat it. I don't want to offend anyone for their belief. But, it's a gathering of people that I actually feel sorry for. I feel that they have been mislead. It is a gathering of people who believe in things much, much differently than I was raised. My spirits fell to the floor.
Call me old fashioned. I believe in what I believe in. I believe what I was taught. I'm sorry, But, I do. I can't even debate it, so I have no ground, really. I just believe how I was raised is right.
Now, David is an adult, and he needs to go where he believes, and learn right from wrong, and what is real and not for himself. I'm not going to burst his bubble. I'm just going to try to set the right example.
But, I was sad. I went from glee to my knees in quick time!
I shake my head. "Oh." Tears.
That isn't all.
Later in the day, David had taken my car, and I was in dire need of something at the store. I looked all over for my very expensive bicycle that I had been gifted from a boyfriend, a long time ago. I searched the back porch, the shed. It was nowhere to be found!
I guess it has been stolen. That's all I can figure. It is just gone and no one has seen it. Last seen on our back porch. Of course, I am amongst the 99% of bicycle owners who have not registered their bike, nor do I know the serial number. It was a silver rockhopper, specialized, and although it's not worth the value paid, they are just all over Craigslist. I found several, identical to mine, so what do you do? I could look at any bike on there and say, "Hey! That's my bike!" But, I have no proof! I feel dumb and defeated.
I shake my head. My neck is getting sore from shaking my head. It's been a very, very difficult shake my head kind of return to my home in the city.
Speaking of which...
I have to sell my home in the city. That is a fact. I simply can't afford it. I lasted longer than I thought I could, and I'm proud of me for that. But, at the same time, my heart sinks. I love my home. It's my safety net. My harbor. It's mine. I dreamt my entire life of owning my own home. Wah.
So, in order to sell it, I need to fix the gate, get my lawn from brown to green. (David, water it! PLEASE!) I need to get a load of bark dust and a load of gravel.
Just so many life things that are on my to do list, that makes me stressed out. And... they cost money! You know?
But, as I selfishly think of these things, and my back starts to ache, and my neck hurts, I realize that I wasn't in Dallas last night and I wasn't shot. Nor, did I lose someone I loved, last night.
I'm safe. I have people and family that love me, and I love Jesus Christ!
Above all, HE LOVES ME!
I am so thankful that when I help people to login on ifish, during this crazy mishap that we are going through, that some people take the time to tell me how much they appreciate it. That right there, makes me day!
Jesus takes total care of the birds in the field and we are more important than they! We will be taken care of!
I'm going to go outside now, and watch the birds. I'm going to watch how they have no cares. That's how I need to be, and I'm going to take that lesson in, this morning.
Instead of all the worries, all the confusion in the world, I'm going to sing the song that I sing to Willie each morning, and I'm going to really feel it.
"I've got the peace that passeth understanding down in my heart!"
I want that for all people! Love one another, people! Life is so hard!
Just love one another!
Do something nice for someone today, as we walk through this bruised and broken world.
Regarding David... He's one smart cookie. I raised him in the way he will go, and I believe with my heart and soul that he will come home to Jesus.
I am glad that he is searching.
I just wish he'd water the lawn.

The cure for "Shaking your head":

25 “For this reason I say to you, [a]do not be worried about your [b]life, as to what you will eat or what you will drink; nor for your body, as to what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? 26 Look at the birds of the [c]air, that they do not sow, nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not worth much more than they? 27 And who of you by being worried can add a single [d]hour to his [e]life? 28 And why are you worried about clothing? Observe how the lilies of the field grow; they do not toil nor do they spin, 29 yet I say to you that not even Solomon in all his glory clothed himself like one of these. 30 But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which is alive today and tomorrow is thrown into the furnace, will He not much more clothe you? You of little faith! 31 Do not worry then, saying, ‘What will we eat?’ or ‘What will we drink?’ or ‘What will we wear for clothing?’ 32 For the Gentiles eagerly seek all these things; for your heavenly Father knows that you need all these things. 33 But [f]seek first [g]His kingdom and His righteousness, and all these things will be [h]added to you.

July 10, 2016

Just so you know, I just read a note from a user that said the sea of ads were too much, and he couldn't take it any more. I looked at his account, and he hadn't been logged in for a month or so. I bet that's it!
You see, when you are logged in, you don't see as many ads. When you are just visiting as a visitor, there are (I must admit!) a lot of ads. I think this is the way that the owners designed it to be. So, if you are trying to view ifish without being logged in, you will see more ads.
Deduction? LOGIN! :) The water is nice!
I'm liking this weather, by the way. I dream all winter of sunshine, and when it comes, I love the rain. Isn't that typical of humans?
I keep thinking I'll take the day off, and then I get to my e mail and it's flooded with people who can't login. I have not had a day off of these e mails for what? 2 weeks? I should take a day off! I should! I finish them in the morning, and then think, "OK! It's my turn to play, now!" So, I go out to the garden and work a bit, or go play with Willie. Then, to rest, I pick up my ipad, and notice i have e mail. I look, and it's yet more people who can't login.
Back to the computer...
So, then I think I'm done, and I go play, and then pick up my ipad and go to facebook, and oh no! I have messages. They are contacting me, there, too! And at twitter! And people with my phone number contact me, via messages! YIKES!
So, please do me a favor. I would like to keep my work at my place for work. Leave my facebook and twitter, and messages for fun and family, k?
I'm glad to help. I really am! But, just contact me via the contact form, so that when I sit to rest, I can rest!

July 16, 2016

Sigh.... It's been a long couple of weeks. All I do, it seems, is sit down and go through a long list of people who can't get on ifish. I am getting somewhere, though. The emails used to come in dozens, and now, I get less than a dozen in the morning, maybe a few throughout the day, and then it slows to a trickle by evening.
I'm doing my best to help!
But, it is frustrating, as writing is my emotional release, and I hardly ever get to do that, lately.
I was walking on the river, yesterday evening and thinking about things that I needed to write down, but by the time I got back to the computer, there were yet more people to help and that is my priority, right now.
It's interesting. I used to hear melodies in my mind, and I'd hum them into my phone, or prior to that, just try to recall them until I got to my keyboard.
Then, when I started ifish, music left me a bit, and my passion turned to writing.
I read things from 10 years ago, that I wrote and I can see that passion, clearly. Lately, though, it feels like I just write more technical things. Things that you need to know about ifish, etc.
It's not creative writing, but more of a grocery list!
I have no creative outlet, lately. Not only that, but I don't feel like I need one. That bothers me. I've always been artsy and creative, and now I just write "rote". LOL.
I'm not playing piano, nor painting, nor drawing, nor doing my beading.
In a way, this frees me to start something new, or start anew on something I'm familiar with. What shall it be?
And... besides all this work I'm doing to get people on ifish, again, I need to know why I'm not feeling the need to be releasing, creatively.
I wonder, sometimes, if it's a medical thing? Do the beta blockers that I take, limit my creativity? My energy?
They have me on so many medications for this and for that, that I wonder. If so, is it worth extending my life, without my art?
I miss those passionate moments of "YES!", when my mind wanders upon a beautiful melody, or a wonderful mix of words that portray exactly how I feel! Dang, I miss that!
I'm going to sit down at the piano today, and see what comes out.
I sat down at the keyboard, and.... this is what you get! Not much!
I really just want to dump all the medications that are meant to make me feel better and/or live longer, and see what happens.
I just might.
I'd rather live two months and have my wonder back, than live twenty years, without!

July 20, 2016

G'morning star troopers!
?Where did that come from?
Several things on my mind, this morning.
First, so bizarre. I felt so sick yesterday that I didn't even enjoy my favorite drink. I thought I'd treat myself to those five dollar coffees at Starbucks. I ordered it, and drank a couple sips. What a waste!
My fav is (Get this, it takes forever to order!)
"...a grande three pump toffee nut latte, extra hot, with whipped cream and carmel "driz". (Driz-Like the kids say!)
I guess you are supposed to order it in order of how they grab things. So, you say grande first, so they can grab the cup. I suppose you are supposed to say "extra hot" next, so they know hot or cold cup. Oh well.
The first sip is usually heavenly, with coffee, whipped cream and carmel resonating in your mouth and smelling heavenly! -and it was pretty good, but two drinks later, and I had had enough.
I was very weak feeling, all day. The coffee did not help.
After dinner, (which consisted of three bites of rice and stir fried veggies, (fresh out of MY garden), I took Willie for his last romp.
This is scheduled by my very strict and energy filled springer spaniel boss, and Willie will not let me forget, nor take time off!
I picked up my feet and trudged through the sticky wet grass of the meadow. Each step was a burden.
He, a flashlight in his mouth, (yes. A flashlight- his favorite toy) and me with mine. He won't run around, unless my flashlight is on and working. He also won't run unless I break out in song. His favorite tune lately is "I've been working on the railroad".
After Willie was half satisfied with his exercise, I headed back to give him his nightly treat. I was nearly to the end of my day! YAY!
I reached the top of our stairs. Almost... almost!!! Down I went, into the soft, King sized mattress of my favorite time and place. Bed time!
Funny. I still have a poem written to me by my first Husband about how much bed time means to me! So... romantic! NOT! I'm there for sleep and that's all!
Feeling exhausted and nauseous, (I mean really nauseous!) I just lay there, still. I have a paranoia of being "sick". There is nothing worse than being sick to me. It's not an option. There is to be NO throwing up for me!
I didn't care if anything was on the TV or internet. I just lay there, staring ahead with half open eyes.
I took my temp. 101.5. ACH!
And that was it! I woke this morning, and it was almost scary! I was in the exact same position as I had first settled! Sitting up a bit, with a blanket over my day wear, and my ipad in my lap! I had made it without getting sick, too! Close call!
If I had passed in the night, I would have never known it! I had to think a bit, where I was!
I have no fever and feel just a bit weak. So, was I just exhausted, yesterday? Did I have nausea due to exhaustion? I guess that can happen.
I have been working way more than I should with these password problems.
I am nearly caught up, so that in my e mail, there are only two or three a day. So, am I finally letting my gaurd down, knowing that it's almost over?
Hey! And lookee here! I'm writing! It's flowing from me like it used to! I'm enjoying conveying my thoughts, however boring they may be!
So, today I'm to drive to Portland. Last night, it crossed my mind to wait, but I think I'm well enough to go, now.
I have an appointment to pick up a new computer. I'm finally graduating from XP!
Back when I got this computer, I could afford a good one. Now, I'm searching for an incredible deal, and I think I'm satisifed with what I'm getting. I'm going with Windows 7, as instructed by my son, David. He says that this is the most stable enviroment. Most people I have spoken to really dislike 10. So, after months of searching, I've found a used 7 machine that has everything I want. Yay!
It's been a rough month, with the passwords fiasco, with my bicycle stolen, the rear door latch of my Ford Escape not working, (Cha Ching) and misc bills adding up.
It's life, and I'm living it! I'm not going to look forward to getting past this, because I've finally accepted that life is what is happening right now!
Let's enjoy it!
I can do that, as long as I'm not throwing up!

July 23rd, 2016

Sigh... I just took an hour and wrote this really long column, and poof! It was gone. It just disappeared off the screen and said, "Dreamweaver quit, unexpectedly."
Gone! The whole thing!
See? This thing happens to tech support, too!
Makes me so upset. I'm going to save now, after every word. I mean, Jesus saves. So should we!
The part about how I smelled Fall, and how Fall used to be my favorite time of year. It was all written in Jennie style, and I like the column. It was nice.
(Save)
How Fall used to my favorite season, and that it even says so, in years past on my monthly writings on ifish. But, then Andrew, my son died, and it kind of changed things. How you can feel sorrow and joy together, and if you live long enough, (like I have!) that you learn that's possible!
(Save)
I wrote how thankful I was that I'm so fortunate.
How I walked up to my gait at the side of the house, fully knowing that it would be a struggle, because the latch is broken. But, as I walked toward it, something appeared different.
I grabbed the handle, where there was no handle, before, and opened it, as if it were new. I turned to David and said, "David! Who fixed the gait?"
David in turn turned to our neighbor, Scott, just getting home from work, and pointed.
I said, "Scott! Thank you!" That's something he would do...
Scott said, "What?"
(Save)
Scott didn't fix it. Then whom?
AMAHNEE! Dave fixed it! He came over while I was in Tillamook and fixed it! We had talked about me helping him with ifish on his phone and he would look at my gait.
I didn't fix his phone, but he fixed my gait!
Thank you, Dave! You are so awesome!
And then, my Ford hatch latch had broken and Ford wanted 350 to fix it. I googled it, and you tubed it. I can fix it myself!
I did most of it, until it came to the T27 torx screws that were stuck. I could not get them to budge! So, I called Mr. Fixit over to help. (Amahnee!) He came over with the right tools and he fixed it the rest of the way!
I am fortunate!
(oh, yikes! Save)
After everything that I have been through, I think that people must think I think I have a cruddy life. I still maintain that I am one of the luckiest people in the world. I just forget about the bad things, and maintain the awesome. It really is the only way to go.
I'm sick of saving. But, I had just finished all this hard coding stuff, to put a video in here, and make sure it was linked to the page, and... now I have to do it all over again. (Save). Here goes.
I just finished sharing something that is VERY important to me. I'm sharing it here, and it's also... wait. I'm just going to share it here, but link it to where I shared it on the board. So much easier! (Save!)


VOYAGE FOR SALMON

See, I had to change the size of that video manually, to get it in this column space... and then link it by hand... argh. It's just a pain.
Anyhow (save!) the REST of the story is linked here. It goes to the discussion board.
Bizarre. I can't get anyone to read about it. It's been up for 20 minutes, and not ONE person has read it. I'm going to change the title to something like, "Catch limits, here!"
OK. I'm saving and uploading this column, now, before I lose it! LOL. Literally!
Got the password info pasted in the top? Check! (Save)
Got the video linked? Check! (Save)
Got my sanity? NOPE!

July 31, 2016

Dear Grandma, (!!!)
That's how I used to write! In fact, even now, when I'm having troubles stirring up my story telling ideas, that's how I do it. I pretend I'm writing to my beloved Grandma. God rest her soul.
I used to write long letters to my Grandma. I wonder what ever became of them. I wish I had them, today! I told my Grandma most everything!
Anyhow, try it, sometime! When you have to write an article, or a speech, just write it to your loved ones. Things flow so much easier. So, that said...
Dear Grandma,
I have a humming bird out my window, staring at me, this morning. When the feeder is empty, they'll come up to the feeder, check it out, and then come to the window and stare at me, as if saying, "Hey! Hey lady! The feeder is empty!" They are such characters!
This morning the feeder is full up to the brim, and they are still coming to stare! I wonder what's wrong. Or, are they just saying good morning?
I can't help but think something is wrong, but what? Is there mold in the little holes? I'll have to check it, later. Obviously, they think I should do it now!
Reminds me of my dog. Willie has me pretty well trained, by now.
I had a really good day, yesterday. It was one of those days that I felt really good. I can take care of feeling good in one day. Enough of that silliness!
I have been awfully ill in the last couple weeks, so it was a huge relief to feel good! Thus, I over did it. That's just what I do, and my loved ones know it. "Take it easy!" They'll say to me, fully knowing that before long, I'll be back flat on my back. I ruin the feel good by doing too much, but how can I help it? I get so excited to feel good, that I want to do everything!
And, so I do.
Now, I sit with aching bones, trying to remember what caused the insanity that was yesterday. Why I dusted the entire house with the vacuum cleaner, did the floors, washed the bed sheets, and then headed outside to water the flowers and then... (get this!) Wheeee! I went around the entire property, clipping all the long blackberry branches that reach out and cause Bill to yell bad words, as he mows the lawn.
When Bill does that, it scares me! I think he is hurt, so I quickly head out to check, and yes. He's hurt! Blood streams down his arm!
Blackberry bushes in late July grow at an alarming rate! I swear, it's like a foot an hour! Rogue branches reach out with thorns almost as long, and twice as sharp!
Those ripe, sweet black berries are like a rose, but you'd better not pick them! Yikes! Yesterday, while working with my clippers, I'd stop to pick a berry or two to eat. I do wonder why God puts protection on those things! Such sweet blackberries! Such a delicacy! Why would he defend them with those awful thorns?
That's why bears have that thick fur, you know. To help them get in there and get the very best clumps of big, fat berries! The ones that I am unable to reach, due to the thorns. Darn bears, anyhow!
I need a pet bear to pick my berries for me.
My blueberries sure grew weird, this year. Three of the bushes are past their prime, and never really produced good berries. The two on the side of the house that do so well, each year are only half as good. One bush is covered in big, fat berries, and the other has none!
It's just a weird year, this year! With the early sunshine and warm weather, you'd think we'd have great crops! I haven't experienced that.
Today, I'm going to combine the harvest goodness in a pastry from Grandma's recipes. I'm going to have pie and pie! The chickens are laying so well right now that we were able to give away 3 dozen of them to a friend! Tonight, Bill and I are going to have quiche pie, and then a black and blueberry pie! Yum!
And Grandma, I miss you.
How I miss your garden, your big, wonderful dinners on Sunday at the family table. We'd come to help her around the house, maybe help harvest the walnuts and filberts- and when we'd go to leave, she'd stand sort of bent over, with both arms crossed behind her back. One of her arms would come out, and wave goodbye, and all five of us kids, all crammed in the back of the station wagon would wave back to her.
Take care of Grandpa up there, and my Mom and Dorothy Lee, and ...Andrew. I miss you all, so much!

July 26, 2016

We interrupt my life for the following:
INR: Over 7.5!
Wow! I never knew my home INR testing machine had an alarm on it! Whoop! Whoop! Whoop! Talk about scare me to death!
I was so alarmed to hear that alarm! I mean, what? I've never had blood that thin!
I'm on warfarin, and it's dangerous to take too much. You can have internal spontaneous bleeds. I have been shocked when it was over 5, but this high? Never!
I guess it's due to my recent stomach bug. I hadn't really eaten much besides liquids in three to five days. I've lost over 10 lbs.
(Nice diet!)
But.... scary! I called my doc. Of course they wanted me to check into the hospital, but I didn't want to go. Instead, I'm stuck flat in my bed until it goes down. Well, I'm sitting up, right now, and I'm writing... but I will try to stay down. I promise!
No sharp objects for this girl, until my INR goes down.
Warfarin is one nasty drug, but it does save my life, so...
I'm just glad that I didn't go to the party that I was going to go to on Sunday night. I had no idea my blood was that thin, until yesterday. Yikes!

July 31, 2016

Dear Grandma, (!!!)
That's how I used to write! In fact, even now, when I'm having troubles stirring up my story telling ideas, that's how I do it. I pretend I'm writing to my beloved Grandma. God rest her soul.
I used to write long letters to my Grandma. I wonder what ever became of them. I wish I had them, today! I told my Grandma most everything!
Anyhow, try it, sometime! When you have to write an article, or a speech, just write it to your loved ones. Things flow so much easier. So, that said...
Dear Grandma,
I have a humming bird out my window, staring at me, this morning. When the feeder is empty, they'll come up to the feeder, check it out, and then come to the window and stare at me, as if saying, "Hey! Hey lady! The feeder is empty!" They are such characters!
This morning the feeder is full up to the brim, and they are still coming to stare! I wonder what's wrong. Or, are they just saying good morning?
I can't help but think something is wrong, but what? Is there mold in the little holes? I'll have to check it, later. Obviously, they think I should do it now!
Reminds me of my dog. Willie has me pretty well trained, by now.
I had a really good day, yesterday. It was one of those days that I felt really good. I can take care of feeling good in one day. Enough of that silliness!
I have been awfully ill in the last couple weeks, so it was a huge relief to feel good! Thus, I over did it. That's just what I do, and my loved ones know it. "Take it easy!" They'll say to me, fully knowing that before long, I'll be back flat on my back. I ruin the feel good by doing too much, but how can I help it? I get so excited to feel good, that I want to do everything!
And, so I do.
Now, I sit with aching bones, trying to remember what caused the insanity that was yesterday. Why I dusted the entire house with the vacuum cleaner, did the floors, washed the bed sheets, and then headed outside to water the flowers and then... (get this!) Wheeee! I went around the entire property, clipping all the long blackberry branches that reach out and cause Bill to yell bad words, as he mows the lawn.
When Bill does that, it scares me! I think he is hurt, so I quickly head out to check, and yes. He's hurt! Blood streams down his arm!
Blackberry bushes in late July grow at an alarming rate! I swear, it's like a foot an hour! Rogue branches reach out with thorns almost as long, and twice as sharp!
Those ripe, sweet black berries are like a rose, but you'd better not pick them! Yikes! Yesterday, while working with my clippers, I'd stop to pick a berry or two to eat. I do wonder why God puts protection on those things! Such sweet blackberries! Such a delicacy! Why would he defend them with those awful thorns?
That's why bears have that thick fur, you know. To help them get in there and get the very best clumps of big, fat berries! The ones that I am unable to reach, due to the thorns. Darn bears, anyhow!
I need a pet bear to pick my berries for me.
My blueberries sure grew weird, this year. Three of the bushes are past their prime, and never really produced good berries. The two on the side of the house that do so well, each year are only half as good. One bush is covered in big, fat berries, and the other has none!
It's just a weird year, this year! With the early sunshine and warm weather, you'd think we'd have great crops! I haven't experienced that.
Today, I'm going to combine the harvest goodness in a pastry from Grandma's recipes. I'm going to have pie and pie! The chickens are laying so well right now that we were able to give away 3 dozen of them to a friend! Tonight, Bill and I are going to have quiche pie, and then a black and blueberry pie! Yum!
And Grandma, I miss you.
How I miss your garden, your big, wonderful dinners on Sunday at the family table. We'd come to help her around the house, maybe help harvest the walnuts and filberts- and when we'd go to leave, she'd stand sort of bent over, with both arms crossed behind her back. One of her arms would come out, and wave goodbye, and all five of us kids, all crammed in the back of the station wagon would wave back to her.
Take care of Grandpa up there, and my Mom and Dorothy Lee, and ...Andrew. I miss you all, so much!

 

 

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