New Year's Eve 2011

 

Just took a quick look at our 2011 pictures in Picasa. It's like the entire year at a glance, in living color. Almost all of the photos are of my treasures, my family. My husband, my children, my grandchildren are my reason to get up in the morning and carry on. I thank my Father in Heaven for everyone of them and ask His blessings on them.

I am also very grateful and relieved that the Creator of the Universe cannot be voted out of office. He was and is and is to come! This is reassuring as political leaders come and go, so greedy for power, so full of lies. All we want is to live our lives, love and provide for our families, enjoy our friends, enjoy freedom. Sadly we share the planet with those who want to kill and steal and destroy, and many of those are in positions of power.

I don't know what is coming in the next year, who will be president, how many freedoms will be left, how prosperous we will we be, but I do know that God sits on his throne and he will not change no matter how many claim he doesn't exist. He is Lord!! He is King! Allelujah!

Come Lord Jesus and revive us again!

Toilet paper

My friend Shana has started a blog with a bang and much enthusiasm so I thought I'd blow the dust off of mine and crank it up again. It's one week until Christmas. My last blog was in the heat of summer and now it's sweater weather. Woot! Is it just me, or have the past three months just whizzed by in a blur? Seems like yesterday I was tossing out the rotting pumpkin. Someone has made the observation that life is like a roll of toilet paper. It goes slowly at the start and then, zip, you find yourself clinging with that bit of glue to the cardboard tube. Not that much paper left on my roll. Sigh.

Ok! That was a cheery bit of insight. On to happier things. One of my granddaughters has a birthday tomorrow. She will be five. Grandchildren are the sweet reward for nearing the end of the roll. I'm going to hang on as long as I can.

Hotter than a match head

The high temps made me think of the journals I wrote in 2000 and 2001. There truly is nothing new on the Earth, hot summers come and hot summers go but I will be very happy when this hot summer goes. In 2000, September 2, I wrote, "We were charmed by Cheyenne, WY, and even talked about moving there. I'm not sure why. Maybe it was the magic of the day or perhaps because it wasn't 105 degrees there." Yes, it was still 105 degrees in September. I remember being very bummed about it. Packing for cool British Columbia was difficult with the heat blazing in Kansas. Later in the journal I remarked that Canadians were so relaxed and laid back because they didn't have to suffer in the heat.

In 2001, "Our trip began much as it did in 2000, except that we left the first week in August instead of September, and what a difference a month makes. Winds again blasted Wichita with over 100 degrees, drying and burning both plant and animal. There had been 20 days of this when we left, with no end in sight. We expected to drive out of it like before, but even Wyoming was hot." As I recall, it was still very hot in Kansas when we returned mid September. Sigh. I am trying to keep a better attitude this time, being grateful for the a/c and knowing it will come to an end. And maybe next summer will be better.

Life on Mars

Here is another mini series I recommend. A few months ago, Chuck and I watched the British version of Life on Mars. We saw this first because it is the original. Last night we started on the American version. It promises to be just as good. I suppose you could call this science fiction since it deals with time travel and they do try to explain how someone from 2008 suddenly finds himself in 1973. It doesn't make much sense, but that matters little. It is interesting to see what a man from the present reacts to life 35 years ealier. Sam Tyler is hunting down a killer who likely has taken Sam's girlfriend. During the hunt, Sam is hit by a car and wakes up in 1973. Conveniently, he is dressed in appropriate clothes, has a car, ID, and a job at the same police station where he had been working in 2008, only this time at a lower position. He goes a little crazy at first, understandably, but soon settles in to fighting crime while trying to figure out why he is there and how to get back. I enjoyed the British version to hear all the fun slang. In the NYC story, it is a hoot to see things come to life from a time when I was young. They show the twin towers, which gives an eerie feeling of sadness and doom to come. Sam meets the serial murderer he was chasing in 2008 but now he is a little boy. He also meets himself and his young mother. I'm ready to go watch the next episode!

Rain Shadow

I really am trying to post more blogs. Looking at my blog history, there were 30 posts in 2008, the year I began this, 25 posts in 2009, 10 in 2010. And so far this year? Ta da...3. Facebook happened in 2010 and that slowed my blogging down. It stopped some people competely, ahem, my brothers. Still, there is nothing like a blog for ramblings.

Rain Shadow is not a reference to the lack of rain here in Kansas. Our springs are usually quite wet, sometimes flooding, but not this year. Come on rain! Rain Shadow is the name of an Australian mini series filmed in 2007, starring Rachel Ward. I loved Rachel in The Thorn Birds, a mini series we enjoyed in 1983. She was beautiful back then and at 54, is still a gorgeous woman. In this series, she plays a sorrow hardened veterinarian in a region of Australia called Paringa. Think of the Flinthills and you will get an idea of the country. The photography is stunning and worth the watch if just for that. Rachel's character, Cate, runs off assistant vets sent out to help her, due to her prickly personality, but one young woman vet stays and weathers Cate and the locals and the never ending drought. This is the story of Paringa and it's hardy inhabitants, but especially these two strong women, who both love and hate Paringa. It's a compeling drama and one I didn't want to see come to an end.

I'm not much good at movie reviews but I appreciate hearing about good things to see through Netflix. If you discover you like similar movies, then perhaps my reviews will help. If not, then you will know what to steer clear of. Chuck really liked it too and I wouldn't say this is a chick flick, even though the main characters are women and there are some really hunky guys in it. Ok, maybe it is a chick flick. But one that guys can enjoy as well. It's certainly not Lifetime. Men are not made out to look like creeps.

Land - ho!

Since Chuck is in the land business, we thought we should own a parcel for our own enjoyment. So, a few months ago, we began a search for some acerage in the country where we could pitch a tipi and have a private camp. We finally found 40 acres just west of Hutchinson that seemed perfect for we wanted to do and we made an offer. A couple of offers later, we had a deal. And then the deal died due to a lien on the property. We gave it up and planned to keep looking, when suddenly the deal was alive and before we could sneeze, we were signing papers at a closing. Yee haw!!

The land has a pond with dock, storage garage, water well, garden plot, and lots of trees. Chuck, Charis, and I drove out yesterday after church to plant some seeds in the garden and have another look around. Sadly, we forgot a camera so I don't have current pictures, but those will be coming shortly, I'm sure. We have a lot of plans for the place and are excited about jumping in. I will post updates as things progress.

I need to think of a good name for our place.

Running on

After swimming for exercise three years, one of those in a master swim class, I had to give it up due to allergies. Why it took three years to manifest, I have no idea. The last couple of months I would get out of the water feeling great about my swim, and then sneeze all the way home. And then sneeze for the rest of the day. My left eye would turn bright red and a rash would pop out around my left eye. It took a good two days to somewhat recover. Allergy pills didn't seem to even slow it down. I tried ear plugs after suffering an ear infection and then added a nose plug. All to no avail. Sadly, my last day in the class was last week.

So, I'm going to take up running again and hope my knees don't give out on me. I participated in a two mile race on Saturday, a fund raiser for Youth Horizons, a mentoring group in which I participate. I wasn't too optimistic about running the whole way because the last time I ran, I ended up wheezing. Oh yes, I forgot the wheezing. I'm not sure if that was a swimming by-product or not. But Saturday, I plodded onward in a slow and steady jog and maintained it for two miles and came in at 22 minutes. I was pretty happy about it and thrilled that I wasn't wheezing. Next Saturday is the Emma Creek Classic, a 5K run. I wish I had more time to train, but I think I will do ok. At least I know I can make it two miles. I had planned on running this morning, but it was raining and it doesn't take too much of an excuse to postpone a run.

Time to swim

I somehow dragged my body out of bed at 4:30 this morning after being out late to see Riverdance (so worth it!), having a hard time dropping off to sleep, (visions of tappers in my head), and then waking up too often before the alarm went off. I didn't want to miss this morning because the game plan was to time our 1000 yards. I can't remember what my old time was back in March 2010, probably around 25 minutes. It wasn't much better today. I was pumped and optimistic and ready to stroke it! I started out strong, but around 400 yards, started to feel fatigued and gasping for air, and realized I was swimming too fast and too strong, for me. I tried just slowing down, but instead felt panick setting in. I had to stop and catch my breath (how embarrassing!) and then start again. I forced myself to calm down and think about my form and breathing and found a comfortable stride and got through the last 600 yards without difficulty. But the stop dented my time and I came in over 22 minutes. I can't remember the seconds. So, hoorah, I am officially the slowest swimmer in the class. But then, I'm relieved that I am not moving to the next lane just yet. Maybe next year! I need to work on those long distance swims, breathing in, breathing out, pull pull kick kick kick.