Fishing The Coast, Oregon and Washington

Meski
November 2015

November 2, 2015

There is excitement in the air! It's November! (Happy November, everyone!)
You know why it's exciting!? I get to put up the familiar winter signs on ifish! These:

snow rightsnowleft
It is winter in ifish land!

In reality, and not in ifish-land, there are still colorful leaves everywhere. On the trees, and in the street, and on the lawn! But darnit, it's November, so flying my snow colors! Winter is well on its way! I'm excited about that, and soon, we will hear stories of great big silver spinning steelhead jumping through the air!
I adore the whole of winter! The ice on my ferules, as I reel in, frozen fingers, and low fog as you put your drift boat in on a frosty morning.
I also have a feeling that 2016 is going to be great!
Every year, I get excited about decorating the ifish front page with snow, and every Spring I am slow to take it down. I often have to be reminded by Pete. It's not that I don't love Spring, also, but just that I love my snow pics!
I enjoy every minute of Fall. I adore summer and I'm ecstatic for Spring to poke out of the ground with pretty little flowers. (You know, like this- daisy)
Halloween, however, was somewhat of a bust for trick or treaters. I bought a huge bag of candy and I was so excited, but just as the fall of light fell, so did the pouring rain. I mean, rain like I've rarely seen it, even in Oregon. It poured steady!
Along with the new traditions of trick or treating at malls and Harvest parties at churches- to reduce our door to door goblins and monsters, this year we had weather that put a hush over the neighborhood! Darnit!
You know, for sixteen years at the Kilchis house, we have purchased our candy, and turned on our lights, and every year, not one person rang our bell.
After, we'd take that candy and fill the boat seats for treats while fishing.
I used to make my kids go outside, knock on the door, and enthusiastically say "Trick or Treat!", just so that I had the opportunity to do my part. Of course, they were showered with other than the traditional bowl of candy and the gleeful directions to "just choose two". I'd DQ Dilly Bar treats in the freezer to hand out to my special goblins. This tradition is from my Mom, of course. But later, it would be Starbucks gift certificates. You know, when they reached the age of caffeine.
I was so especially excited to be in Oregon City, where we actually have real trick or treaters, just like in Canby, where I grew up! I love those little ones!
I invited my friend, Tammy over for our own little Harvest party. She brought our favorite Tomato Tuscan soup from Safeway and some wonderfully crusty bread from the Market of Choice.
After dinner, we snuggled up with an electric blanket and watched Hallmark Christmas movies, while we waited for the doorbell to ring. We watched without interruption. :(
When she noticed my eye falling, she said, "I know you go to bed early, I think I'll take off." she was met with a "Noooo!" Let's take a hot tub! That had been our plan, anyhow, and so I turned off the Halloween lights, and we hopped in a wonderfully steamy hot tub.
Halloween was fun, but I certainly missed our trick or treating neighbors, darnit!
And so, with the passing of Halloween, and the coming of November, we begin to celebrate winter, and I'm certain that if I go to the grocery store, today, I'll hear the dreaded and wayyyyyy to early Christmas music!
I guess I'm not the only one who wants to celebrate things way too early!
I'm wondering if I can put this candy in the freezer for Christmas stockings? I bet I could! That is, if I would! I have already gone through and pulled out all of the Twix bars, and eaten them, myself.
I'm off to the coast. I'll take some of the candy and put it half in the sled, and half in the drift boat. The rest, I'll just have to eat myself. Trick or Treat!

November 9, 2015

The rain is pouring on the roof, and I love the sound of it in the morning. I guess I really do have web feet. I love this weather!
It has to rain about an inch a day at the coast, in order to maintain a good fishing level, once it rises in the Fall/Winter. I think it might do that, this week! We'll see.
I'm in Oregon City for a doc appointment, but I sure had a good time fishing every day, when I was there last week! I'm heading back there tomorrow or the next day.
First, however, the leaves! The leaves! The leaves!
When I got home, David had mowed the lawns, both back and front and they were nice and green and clean! But, now? Oh my gosh! The leaves are an inch thick. I'm going to have to do something about these leaves, before I go home!
The leaves are not only outside, but daily traffic from dogs and people bring it inside, too! No matter how many times we wipe Willie's feet, or ours!
Little sticks and partial leaves make it in the house, and sometimes I wonder what would happen if I just left them, both in and out! Could I eventually grown an indoor garden in my living room? LOL. I could add compost to the indoor garden, rather than having to take it out multiple times a week! Just throw those coffee grounds over on the couch, please!
I'm going much to far, this morning...
OK. It's off to the doc for this girl, and although I'm trying to be chipper and happy, I have to tell you that Bill has gotten a very worrisome test result, and I would really appreciate your prayers for him.
Somehow, especially in the mornings, I have the 'peace that passeth understanding' regarding this. I know that he's going to be OK. But at night when I try to go to sleep, it gets to me, and then I can't sleep well.
I was outside, standing on the corner of 28th and Gleason, waiting for Dudley Nelson's 50th Anniversary party when I called Bill and he gave me the bad news.
There I was, standing in the cold all by myself in the midst of Friday night partiers and outdoor diners. I was all dressed up with tears streaming down my face. Where was the peace that passeth understanding, then?
I freshened up, promised myself I wouldn't ruin the party by telling anyone anything. This was a celebration, and an excellent one at that! 50 years married isn't something that happens every day, these days!
But, as soon as I entered the building where the party was to be held, I walked straight into a good friend, and I sobbed and hugged her and out the news came, without so much as an effort. It turns out that I needed to tell someone, and after that, I was OK.
Anyhow, it is what it is, and we will get through this with prayers from friends and family.
I am so thankful for friends and family!

November 13, 2015

Bill is duck hunting this morning, and let me just say that it's a grand day for it! The wind is blowing with gusto and the rain has let up, just a wee bit. Perfect for duck hunting! Perfect!
I told Bill it was no problem that he get up, and that I'd just fall back to sleep if he woke me. He's often concerned about letting me rest.
Well, I made it through his shower without so much as a change in sleepy breathing, but when he called Revvie, she wouldn't budge from beside me.She is getting older, and frankly, he leaves her quite a bit. She was probably convinced she was staying home with Mom. But, after another unsuccessful call to his beloved labrador, what did he do? He blew his darn whistle! The shriek woke all of us with a start! Yeah, Bill! That worked! We all wake when whistles are blown! Sheesh!
I wasn't mad or anything. Frankly, I can understand his eager attitude. It's been a while since Bill has gotten a great opportunity to go hunting on a great day and in a place where only friends can get in. I understand that he's excited for Revvie to go "hunt 'em up!" But... a whistle? After he's been totally successful in his wish to not disturb my sleep? I guess he forgot that part.
Muhahaha. I have to laugh at his excitement!
I love to see zest for life, despite other things going on.
November is the classic month for health woes around here.
Bill has been diagnosed with cancer, again, and I have been diagnosed with another aortic aneurysm, and this time, in my lower thoracic aorta. People with marfan syndrome just break, sometimes.
It is what it is and at these times, sometimes I am a bit... just a bit relieved that Andrew won't have to go through these things.
The other evening, though, we had an appointment with an oncologist for Bill, and we left, nearly skipping and holding hands right out of that office! HThe news wasn't nearly as bad as we thought!
Information is king when you have cancer. I remember that from my breast cancer experience. (By the way, I'm a five year survivor, now! Whoop!). Bill's news was pretty darn hopeful!
When I was first diagnosed with cancer, I thought the worst. So, thoughts were going thru my head about Bill, "Are we going to have to sell the new boat?" I told Bill that I had wondered that, and he, too, had it cross his mind. :(
But, no! The doc said that this cancer is a grade one, hadn't invaded lymph nodes, and probably could be treated with radiation, alone.
On the way out to the truck, Bill said, "I've never been so happy to have cancer! Let's celebrate!" That sounds so weird, but like I said, we had drawn a very dark picture of his illness. It was so nice to hear that it is not so bad as it could be.
The doctor had wonderful bedside manner, and explained everything to us with patience and expertise. I really liked him!
So for me.... On the 18th of this month, I go to my thoracic surgeons with my two sisters in order to help me make a decision.
Each year since my dissection, I do an annual CT or MRI to check the growth of an aneurysm that wasn't totally fixed in the first surgery. I had already been on the heart and lung machine that critical day over the maximum time you are allowed. They didn't have time to wrap the entire problem area in Dacron.
So, each year, it has grown or stretched out, just a bit. When you look at the growth each year, it is not much, but if you add it up, it is enough to say, "Hey, Jen.... It's time to face the fact that we need to fix this." WAH.
I would very much appreciate good thoughts and prayers on the 18th, to lead us into making an appropriate decision.
See, the two surgeries it would take to fix this problem have risks. Life changing- or let's just say it. The surgeries have a fairly high risk of morbidity. I despise that word! That means "Jennie no more."
However, on the flip side, NOT fixing it also has a risk of morbidity. It could rupture where my aorta is weak. If it ruptures, there is not much anyone can do. So, we will be weighing the risks of both, and making a decision on how to proceed.
Let me tell you, much like Bill not wanting surgery, I do not want surgery! It would take a whole year to do the surgeries, and recovery, just as long. Plus, one of the surgeries, where they go thru my side is probably the most painful and scary surgeries that they do. Or, that any surgeon does!
If there is any way I can decide not to do these surgeries, I'm not going to do it.
Dangit.
If it were only me to consider, and not my loved ones and pets, I would choose not to do it. But, I don't want to hurt those that I love.
So, I am going to decide through prayer and petition and with the help of the surgeons scientific education and knowledge. I'm also going on my sister's opinions. They love me, and my one sister, Teri is a lot like Moses. The power of her prayers is amazeballs!
So, there you have it. There is the truth of the matters... The "rest" of the stories.
I'm looking down at Willie, right now, asleep at my feet. He needs his Mommy and his Daddy around.
When you consider your loved ones as you face these decisions, everything is different.
You have to put aside your selfish self, and think of them. If I'm the one to go first, I don't have to go through the pain of losing them, but they have to go thru the pain of losing me.
As I was thinking about all of this, the other day, this thought came to me, and I posted it on Facebook.

I think we should hold funerals for our loved ones while they are living.
It's the one time people stand and testify how much they mean to us, and say all kinds of wonderful things that are rarely said while alive.
Or--- we could stop to realize how much our loved ones mean to us- and begin expressing these things and showing our appreciation and love now.

I've been saying a lot of nice things to the ones I love, lately. It just feels right.

November 20, 2015

It's the 20th! That means it's time to take down the contest, and to make a poll out of the entries. What do you think of the entries? Have you got your eye on the 'winner, winner chicken dinner'?
I don't know, as I haven't counted them, but seems like this years entries are fewer. Are they? I'll have to take it down to see.
Have we run into the end of this contest? Are there only so many designs to design? I don't know!
I think... I may start making the poll, today, but leave up the contest, until I'm almost done with the poll. That way, people will still have time to enter, if they want! of course, I will add in, any late entries.
I sat on the river bank about a month ago, wondering if Fall would ever, really happen. It was one of those windless days on the coast, where the Fall leaves seemed suspended in air. They took forever and a day to reach ground. As if they knew they had to go, but resisted the gravity, resisted the end of their lives. To everything, there is a season, and after a long, lovely summer, all dressed in their bright green dresses, it was the end of their time- at all. Their supple skins became hardened and dry, and the umbilical cord that fed them came loose and set them free. Isn't that odd? That when our umbilical cords come loose, it is the beginning of life, and yet theirs mark the end of life!
Is there something there, that I'm not seeing? Is the beginning of their life when they come down to earth and contribute to the creation of fresh soil that helps grow new trees and plants?
Does our own human life start when our earthly life goes, and we start our Heavenly life? Perhaps! As a Christian, myself, I like that story!
To live my life like the soft green leaves of a tree, fluttering in the summer breeze, jasmine filling the air, yet when it is time to go, it's all alright, because my real life starts in Heaven! Yay!
OK. Enough with the Christian leaf philosophy!(Phileafcity?) Ha!
Back to a month ago, sitting on the river on a windless day... well! I thin Fall/Winter has finally come to the Pac NW. And snow? We are talking snow?! Whee! I love snow! You know that!
It's been so stormy! And the water in the Kilchis was so high that it flooded the road on Alderbrook loop. Trees swayed, trees fell, the power went out, and Willie went stir crazy, stuck inside! (That means I went stir crazy, also!)
Bill and I have had an awful flu bug of some kind. Let me tell you! You know, I was sick not three weeks ago, and I came down with this last week, again! What the heck? The first year I get a flu shot, and I've been sicker than a dog! I think I'll skip it, next year, thanks!
It happened so quickly, too. One day, Bill woke up, feeling just awful. I was worried. It didn't look to me like the flu, or a cold. I was worried it was something serious. But Bill doesn't "do" sick and he mustered up the strength to go about his day. I mean, when you have an appointment for your sick pet chicken at an aviary specialist two hours away, you go! Right? No matter what! And... he went!
Good thing, because our poor lovely Goldie had a sinus infection! She is all doctored up and better, now! Unfortunately, we are not.
So, Bill came home just feeling punk, and went to bed. The next day, he had yet more appointments, and I stayed home with the dogs.
I didn't feel so good. It was pouring down cats and dogs, so we couldn't do much outdoor activity.
But, Jennie doesn't "do" sick, so in the pouring down rain, going stir crazy, I decided to go plunking. The river was high, and knowing that salmon cling to the bank, during that time, I plunked, right four feet from shore. The dogs loved it! But, the rain was pounding! I finally got to try out my new breathable waders!
Come to think of it, the day after Bill first started feeling poorly, we went plunking together, too!
Anyhow, the next day I was really sick, and so was Bill. We had twin fevers and twin barks. Twin sniffles and ... we should have built an arc!
Because the rain poured as we snored and up came the river!
I just wonder.... I mean, get this! When Bill and I went to the oncologist, his office was on the third floor of the Tillamook hospital. Next to his office are patient beds! Patient beds, where... where people are sick!? Is that a good place to visit with people who have cancer? I mean, a lot of people who have cancer are immuno suppressed!
Three days after that, we both fell ill. It's probably nothing but a coinkadink, but geez. Just geez!
I'm finally on the mend, and so is Bill. But, last night I had the worst cough, ever. I finally got out a Ricccccccc-cola, and stuck it in my mouth. Fell asleep and woke up with sticky drool all down my neck. Oh, being sick is lovely! It's a wonder I didn't choke on that thing! It was still undissolved and stuck to the side of my teeth when I woke, four hours later!
Now.... Now you know it all!
And... that is the rest of the story!
Have a great weekend, peeps, and get those Kwikfish entries in! You have a great chance to win!

November 22, 2015
candles
Candles from my Aunt Dulcina.

Those candles above, I love them! I get them out each Halloween, and keep them up till I decorate for Christmas. I'll never, ever get tired of bringing them out!
I had a nice thought, by the way... A nice though that is a bit sad, I suppose, but comforting in an odd way. Sargent Pepper is getting older. Not old enough to start worrying about, but you know me! I just do!
Pets are one of those things in my life that mean so much. They are part of my life routine, and pets and people like routine.
Yesterday, Tammy came to visit and we had a great time, but Sargie has really missed Tammy. Normally, Sarge hides when company comes, but while Tammy lived here, Sargie was mostly Tammy's cat. Sarge spent the entire time yesterday begging for her attention. She gave it, freely. It was so nice to see Sargie (and Tammy!) so happy.
After she left, it left me wondering if because Tammy moved and came back, if perhaps Sarge has hope that someday Andrew will come back? I mean, Tammy came back! I don't know if pets have that kind of thinking, but who really knows?
Then my thoughts turned to when Sargie's time comes. I had this vision of Sargie, resting softly and comfortably in Andrew's arms. Delivered from earth, to the one who loved him most.
OK. Enough. I don't often cry first thing in the morning, but I did today. Be still, the Holidays! Such an emotional time...
On the flip side, my cousin Evie sent out a 'funny', and I thought I would share it here for Thanksgiving. Stay warm, this week, and have the best Thanksgiving, ever!
(Oh... and think SNOW!)

Dear Family,

I’m not dead yet.  Thanksgiving is still important to me.  If being in my Last Will and Testament is important to you, then you might consider being with me for my favorite holiday.

Dinner is at 2:00.   Not 2:15.  Not 2:05.   Two.  Arrive late and you get what’s leftover.

Last year, that moron Marshall fried a turkey in one of those contraptions and practically burned the deck off the house.  This year, the only peanut oil used to make the meal will be from the secret scoop of peanut butter I add to the carrot soup.

Jonathan, your last new wife was an idiot.  You don’t arrive at someone’s house on Thanksgiving needing to use the oven and the stove.  Honest to God I thought you might have learned after two wives – date them longer and save us all the agony of another divorce.

Now, the house rules are slightly different this year because I have decided that 47% of you don’t know how to take care of nice things.  Paper plates and red Solo cups might be bad for the environment, but I’ll be gone soon and that will be your problem to deal with.

House Rules:

  1.  The University of Texas no longer plays Texas A&M.   The television stays off during the meal.
  2. The” no cans for kids” rule still exists.  We are using 2 liter bottles because your children still open a third can before finishing the first two.  Parents can fill a child’s cup when it is empty.  All of the cups have names on them and I’ll be paying close attention to refills.
  3. Cloe, last year we were at Trudy’s house and I looked the other way when your Jell-O salad showed up.  This year, if Jell-O salad comes in the front door it will go right back out the back door with the garbage.  Save yourself some time honey.  You’ve never been a good cook and you shouldn’t bring something that wiggles more than you.  Buy something from the HEB bakery.
  4. Grandmothers give grandchildren cookies and candy.  That is a fact of life.  Your children can eat healthy at your home.  At my home, they can eat whatever they like as long as they finish it.
  5. I cook with bacon and bacon grease.  That’s nothing new.  Your being a vegetarian doesn’t change the fact that stuffing without bacon is like egg salad without eggs.  Even the green bean casserole has a little bacon grease in it.   That’s why it tastes so good.  Not eating bacon is just not natural.  And as far as being healthy… look at me.  I’ve outlived almost everyone I know.
  6. Salad at Thanksgiving is a waste of space.
  7. I do not like cell phones.  Leave them in the car.
  8. I do not like video cameras.  There will be 32 people here.  I am sure you can capture lots of memories without the camera pointed at me.
  9. Being a mother means you have to actually pay attention to the kids.  I have nice things and I don’t put them away just because company is coming over.  Mary, watch your kids and I’ll watch my things.
  10. Rhonda, a cat that requires a shot twice a day is a cat that has lived too many lives.  I think staying home to care for the cat is your way of letting me know that I have lived too many lives too.  I can live with that.  Can you?
  11. Words mean things.  I say what I mean.   Let me repeat:  You don’t need to bring anything means you don’t need to bring anything.   And if I did tell you to bring something, bring it in the quantity I said.  Really.  This doesn’t have to be difficult.
  12. Dominos and cards are better than anything that requires a battery or an on/off switch.  That was true when you were kids and it’s true now that you have kids.
  13. Showing up for Thanksgiving guarantees presents at Christmas.  Not showing up guarantees a card that may or may not be signed.

The election is over so I’ll watch what I say and you will do the same.  If we all stick to that, we’ll have a good time.  If not, I’ll still have a good time but it will be at your expense.  In memory of your Grandfather, the back fridge will be filled with beer.  Drink until it is gone.  I prefer wine anyway.  But one from each family needs to be the designated driver.  I mean it really.

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November 26, 2015
gobble, gobble...

Last evening, David and I were lounging around, and I asked him what he was Thankful for, this year. He listed off so much! We are truly blessed.
Happy Thanksgiving to you all! (sniff, sniff...)
I have to say that this is the first Thanksgiving in my entire life that I have not been a part of a family Thanksgiving dinner. In fact, I may very well be most totally alone.
David is going to the traditional family dinner in Lake Oswego.
I asked our roommate what he was doing and he is going to Salem.
I was in process of thawing out a turkey breast. Perhaps I don't need it? Perhaps a Marie Calendar's Turkey pot pie would be better for one?
I am having coughing fits, day and night. This is the sickest I have been in ages. Kind of like an energizer bunny, it keeps on and on....
This is the type of coughing where you cough so hard it makes you sneeze and my eyes tear up and my nose runs! Trying to get a Kleenex to any facial part is near to impossible.
Germs fly!
It's pretty much like "whack the mole" but much, much more difficult. Yesterday, I was having one of the coughing spells where you think your lungs will explode. It's kind of scary, because I can't breathe! I was desperate to get some soothing cough syrup down me to stop the spasmodic fit. Good luck! The sugary elderberry syrup went all over the floor, in my hair, and on my shirt. I was able to get a drop or two to my mouth!
The thing is, I feel mostly OK? I'm eating. I'm not weak, like Bill says he is, but... I just don't want to be in public when I start this coughing! It's embarrassing and unattractive!
Bill is staying home at the coast. This is horrible for me, because he doesn't sound at all well, when I talk to him on the phone. I spend my days miserable, but most of all worried about him. He isn't eating! Bill! You have to eat, honey! You have to drink! Please!!!
Bill spent so much time smoking the traditional salmon for before the big Thanksgiving dinner, and now he can't make it, either. Pheh.
I wish I could drive to the coast to be with him, but with the icy roads and the heavy traffic, we have decided it would be best to put it off until the next couple days when things quiet a bit.
So... sniff, sniff.... I'm sad. I miss Bill!
OK. Buck up. It's just another day, right? RIGHT? Why would I put it upon myself to make myself sad? It IS just another day! I can be thankful, anytime and I am! It's just the break of tradition, I guess, that bugs me. That, and missing all of my loved ones. My family. I have David, most of the day, though. Things to be thankful for... check!
This is Thanksgiving, and the big picture in my mind is a huge family get together, with tons of laughter and love. I'm just going to miss that. :(
Oh! Just remembered. Tomorrow is the Civil War, so Bill probably isn't desperate to have me around tomorrow. I guess I'll try to get in on some local sales for Christmas. Then, I'll travel to the coast on Saturday.
With all that is evacuating my head space, there are Kleenex everywhere! On the floor, in the couch, in between the covers on my bed. Trash baskets overflowing! I should have purchased green and red tissues, and call it Christmas decorations! Yeah!
Bill? I miss you! I'll call you in a minute, and we can commiserate our "alone-ness" together! I totally understand, now, the sadness people go through during the Holidays. It's just no fun to be alone, is it?
I think I'll turn on the Hallmark Channel and watch other peoples Holiday stories. Hallmark movies are always feel-good movies. :)
Regardless, and in spite of, I want to wish all of you a Happy Thanksgiving!
I can smile through this. I can! I will!

November 26, 2015
gobble, gobble...

Last evening, David and I were lounging around, and I asked him what he was thankful for, this year. He listed off so much! We are truly blessed.
Last year I came upon a little baggy of lists. It was from way back when the kids were little. On the days preceding Thanksgiving, I would have everyone at the dinner table write down what they were thankful for. I cried, as I read them. Especially little Andrew's list.
Happy Thanksgiving to you all! sniff, sniff...
This will be my first Thanksgiving alone.
David is going to the traditional family dinner in Lake Oswego.
I asked our roommate what he was doing and he is going to Salem.
I was in process of thawing out a turkey breast. Perhaps I don't need it? Perhaps a Marie Calendar's Turkey pot pie would be better for one?
I am having coughing fits, day and night. This is the longest sickness I have ever endured. Kind of like an energizer bunny, it keeps on and on....
I'm hoping that this is the last stage of this illness!
I have the type of coughing where you cough so hard I might crack a rib! It makes you sneeze and my eyes tear up and my nose runs! Trying to get a Kleenex to any facial part is near to impossible.
Germs fly!
It's pretty much like "whack the mole" but much, much more difficult. Yesterday, I was having one of the coughing spells where you think your lungs will explode. It's kind of scary, because I can't breathe! I was desperate to get some soothing cough syrup down me to stop the spasmodic fit. Good luck! The sugary elderberry syrup went all over the floor, in my hair, and on my shirt. I was able to get a drop or two to my mouth!
The thing is, I feel mostly OK? I'm eating. I'm not weak, like Bill says he is, but... I just don't want to be in public when I start this coughing! It's embarrassing and unattractive!
Bill is staying home at the coast. This is horrible for me, because he doesn't sound at all well, when I talk to him on the phone. I spend my days miserable, worried about him. He isn't eating! Bill! You have to eat, honey! You have to drink! Please!!!
Bill spent so much time smoking the traditional salmon for before the big Thanksgiving dinner, and now he can't make it, either. Pheh.
I wish I could drive to the coast to be with him, but with the icy roads and the heavy traffic, we have decided it would be best to put it off until the next couple days when things quiet a bit.
So... sniff, sniff.... I'm sad. I miss Bill!
OK. Buck up. It's just another day, right? RIGHT? Why would I put it upon myself to make myself sad? It IS just another day! I can be thankful, anytime and I am! It's just the break of tradition, I guess, that bugs me. That, and missing all of my loved ones. My family. I have David, most of the day, though. Things to be thankful for... check!
This is Thanksgiving, and the big picture in my mind is a huge family get together, with tons of laughter and love. I'm just going to miss that. :(
Oh! Just remembered. Tomorrow is the Civil War, so Bill probably isn't desperate to have me around tomorrow. I guess I'll try to get in on some local sales for Christmas. Then, I'll travel to the coast on Saturday.
With all that is evacuating my head space, there are Kleenex everywhere! On the floor, in the couch, in between the covers on my bed. Trash baskets overflowing! I should have purchased green and red tissues, and call it Christmas decorations! Yeah!
Bill? I miss you! I'll call you in a minute, and we can commiserate our "alone-ness" together! I totally understand, now, the sadness people go through during the Holidays. It's just no fun to be alone, is it?
I think I'll turn on the Hallmark Channel and watch other peoples Holiday stories. Hallmark movies are always feel-good movies. :)
Regardless, and in spite of, I want to wish all of you a Happy Thanksgiving!
I can smile through this. I can! I will!

November 26, 2015
gobble, gobble...

Last evening, David and I were lounging around, and I asked him what he was thankful for, this year. He listed off so much! We are truly blessed.
Last year I came upon a little baggy of lists. It was from way back when the kids were little. On the days preceding Thanksgiving, I would have everyone at the dinner table write down what they were thankful for. I cried, as I read them. Especially little Andrew's list.
Happy Thanksgiving to you all! sniff, sniff...
This will be my first Thanksgiving alone.
David is going to the traditional family dinner in Lake Oswego.
I asked our roommate what he was doing and he is going to Salem.
I was in process of thawing out a turkey breast. Perhaps I don't need it? Perhaps a Marie Calendar's Turkey pot pie would be better for one?
I am having coughing fits, day and night. This is the longest sickness I have ever endured. Kind of like an energizer bunny, it keeps on and on....
I'm hoping that this is the last stage of this illness!
I have the type of coughing where you cough so hard I might crack a rib! It makes you sneeze and my eyes tear up and my nose runs! Trying to get a Kleenex to any facial part is near to impossible.
Germs fly!
It's pretty much like "whack the mole" but much, much more difficult. Yesterday, I was having one of the coughing spells where you think your lungs will explode. It's kind of scary, because I can't breathe! I was desperate to get some soothing cough syrup down me to stop the spasmodic fit. Good luck! The sugary elderberry syrup went all over the floor, in my hair, and on my shirt. I was able to get a drop or two to my mouth!
The thing is, I feel mostly OK? I'm eating. I'm not weak, like Bill says he is, but... I just don't want to be in public when I start this coughing! It's embarrassing and unattractive!
Bill is staying home at the coast. This is horrible for me, because he doesn't sound at all well, when I talk to him on the phone. I spend my days miserable, worried about him. He isn't eating! Bill! You have to eat, honey! You have to drink! Please!!!
Bill spent so much time smoking the traditional salmon for before the big Thanksgiving dinner, and now he can't make it, either. Pheh.
I wish I could drive to the coast to be with him, but with the icy roads and the heavy traffic, we have decided it would be best to put it off until the next couple days when things quiet a bit.
So... sniff, sniff.... I'm sad. I miss Bill!
OK. Buck up. It's just another day, right? RIGHT? Why would I put it upon myself to make myself sad? It IS just another day! I can be thankful, anytime and I am! It's just the break of tradition, I guess, that bugs me. That, and missing all of my loved ones. My family. I have David, most of the day, though. Things to be thankful for... check!
This is Thanksgiving, and the big picture in my mind is a huge family get together, with tons of laughter and love. I'm just going to miss that. :(
Oh! Just remembered. Tomorrow is the Civil War, so Bill probably isn't desperate to have me around tomorrow. I guess I'll try to get in on some local sales for Christmas. Then, I'll travel to the coast on Saturday.
With all that is evacuating my head space, there are Kleenex everywhere! On the floor, in the couch, in between the covers on my bed. Trash baskets overflowing! I should have purchased green and red tissues, and call it Christmas decorations! Yeah!
Bill? I miss you! I'll call you in a minute, and we can commiserate our "alone-ness" together! I totally understand, now, the sadness people go through during the Holidays. It's just no fun to be alone, is it?
I think I'll turn on the Hallmark Channel and watch other peoples Holiday stories. Hallmark movies are always feel-good movies. :)
Regardless, and in spite of, I want to wish all of you a Happy Thanksgiving!
I can smile through this. I can! I will!

November 30, 2015

I come from a family of shoppers. Not so much my Dad, of course, although towards the end, he did learn the satisfaction of having the best of the best, also. My Mom and sisters, though, seemed to have the shopping bug at birth.
They are girly-girls. Where did I come from?
My Mom prided herself on getting the sale of all sales at Nordstrom. She was also mighty good at getting the best parking spot, even in the midst of Holiday shoppers!
She'd meet me at school, and excitedly describe the cutest dress she saw at Nordstrom as she drove me to the doctors or to my piano lessons.
On and on, from the pleats to the frilly hem, she described the item, getting me all excited about the prospect of seeing it, soon! But then, she'd kill all my dreams with these words, "I almost got it for you!" WHA?!
Of course, that wasn't always the case, or I wouldn't have been excited about it. There were times when she'd scour the sales racks and bring me home the cutest clothes! I'd go nuts!
I carried on the tradition whenever I could afford it, as a young twenties. I'll never forget my first credit card. I really didn't deserve it, and knew I couldn't afford it: Nordstrom gave me a credit card at the irresponsible age of 21!
There was a lady at a desk at Nordstroms, trying to give away credit. Somehow, I was sucked in. I told the very lovely lady that I didn't think I'd qualify, and she said, sweetly, "Well, let's just try!" Five HUNDRED dollars worth of credit back then, was worlds apart from what I could afford to pay back!
I still have the classic "Classique" black blazer that I bought, that day. It was a smart purchase. It was! I mean, I wore that blazer to so many business opportunities, and it is still a smart choice, today. I still wear it!
But, with that purchase, I learned one of the biggest lessons. ever. Credit is not free. I think I made a zillion 11 dollar payments on that 500 dollars worth of credit, and I think Nordstrom made a lot more than the 300 dollars the blazer price tag had displayed.
I still keep my Nordstrom credit card, and I think I have 10 thousand dollars worth of unused credit on it! Credit cards scare me!
But, as a member of my family, I think it is law that we all have a Nordstrom credit card. I just don't understand why they don't carry tackle. Meir and Frank used to!
In my wallet lies a thousand Nordstrom dreams, forever tempting me! I win, though, because they don't carry waders.
During my twenties, I was a yellow rod fishing girl. I fished with only my Dad's older rods, and my Grandpas Mitchel 300.
But as I stood next to other fishers on the banks of Oregon's rivers, I would notice a particular reel that caught my eye, or an especially warm fishing outfit that the guy next to me had, while I was standing there, freezing in my sweats and old rubber hip boots.
Keeping in line with the effort to always be different than the family that raised me, I learned about "fishing fashion!"
I learned about Shimano reels, and breathable waders! I subscribed to Salmon, Trout, Steelheader and admired the gear. I dropped dead in my bed after a long day on the river, dreaming about Cabelas credit cards!
Oh! Fingerless wool gloves and electric socks, oh my, oh my! Give me those powder blue neoprenes and Lamiglas rods!
I went stir crazy! I started a fishing web site, and companies sent me flyers about their latest and greatest products and I fell victim!
I bought, and I bought, and I bought! My closet is full to the brim with fishing clothes and the shelves in the garage contain reels and rods and pliers and lures, and scents and everything my little fishing heart ever desired!
Of course, my man didn't get upset. He was addicted, too! He fully approved of anything fishing! Bet my sisters husbands aren't like that!
Yesterday it was frigid, here at the coast. The frost never melted from the meadow, and there was a hint of moisture in the air that froze my fingers just a bit more, than the day before.
My sisters all have the cutest gloves, mittens and scarves that they sport when they go downtown shopping, or to church on Sunday.
I have a shelf at the coast that keeps my gloves and mittens and cold weather accessories. My sisters really have nothing on the cost of all these things. They cost a pretty penny, and they are made of the finest merino wools, just like theirs!
However... mine all have the fingers cut off!
What the??? How can I stay warm, anywhere other than the river, when my fingers are hanging out?!?
I have found that during the Holidays, or occasions when I have to dress up, the only things I have to wear that are lovely enough, are classics, handed down from my sisters, my Mom, or things I have found at Good Will!... and the one classic blazer, from long ago!
However... see me on the river, and I am a fishing fashionista!
This year, to heck with it all.
I have decided it is going to be a Cabelas Christmas with no competition. To heck with fashion like my family knows it. I am what I am.
It has taken me 55 years to own it. (in more ways than one!)
I'm wearing my powder blue waders, dangit! Perhaps with my black 'Classique' blazer. (Do you know how much that cost!?!?) -- and if it's cold, I'm wearing my Patagonia fingerless gloves.
That way, my manicure will show!
(Either that, or egg goo?)

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