I don't like this.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
On the Boat
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Lucy Barks At Something In the Bush
Yesterday afternoon I heard Lucy barking outside. She was untied, so I thought she was barking at a walker and ran outside to call her back. But she was fiercely barking at something in the bush.
Hmmm...
Kendall came out and for some reason I said, "I think she's barking at a wolf." I'm not sure why I said that. (Maybe it was the way she was growling or the hair bristling on her back or just my overactive imagination at work.)
Kendall bravely went to investigate. Silly me. It wasn't a wolf. It was a bear. Oh dear. The bear quickly excused itself.
I wasn't particularly afraid- more just disappointed that I didn't get to see it.
Later Kendall had a chat with our neighbors across the bay. They've been having trouble with that same nuisance bear. In fact, they have a hole in the screen on their front door where the bear stuck it's paw through. Lovely.
And so much for Kendall's convincing little theory that we are safe from the wild animals because "we live on an island." When I respectfully pointed that out to him, he just said, "Turns out bears can swim."
P.S. Eli says my title is pathetic. ("Very pathetic, in fact," he adds.) He thinks I should title this post 'The Wild Thing' or 'The Mysterious and Unexpected Visitor.'
Hmmm...
Kendall came out and for some reason I said, "I think she's barking at a wolf." I'm not sure why I said that. (Maybe it was the way she was growling or the hair bristling on her back or just my overactive imagination at work.)
Kendall bravely went to investigate. Silly me. It wasn't a wolf. It was a bear. Oh dear. The bear quickly excused itself.
I wasn't particularly afraid- more just disappointed that I didn't get to see it.
Later Kendall had a chat with our neighbors across the bay. They've been having trouble with that same nuisance bear. In fact, they have a hole in the screen on their front door where the bear stuck it's paw through. Lovely.
And so much for Kendall's convincing little theory that we are safe from the wild animals because "we live on an island." When I respectfully pointed that out to him, he just said, "Turns out bears can swim."
P.S. Eli says my title is pathetic. ("Very pathetic, in fact," he adds.) He thinks I should title this post 'The Wild Thing' or 'The Mysterious and Unexpected Visitor.'
Friday, August 19, 2011
Danger
Aww. Look at these serene little cuties sleeping so peacefully.
But all is not as it appears. What are those 2 signs posted on the bed? Upon closer inspection, it is clear that danger is lurking...
But all is not as it appears. What are those 2 signs posted on the bed? Upon closer inspection, it is clear that danger is lurking...
S'mores
Monday, August 15, 2011
Colorado- Part 2
Finally posting the pictures from our time with the Hochstedlers in Colorado. For various reasons, I haven't gotten around to it yet.
So here they are, in no particular order:
A walk close to our cabin.
In the distance you can see our cabin. It was in a beautiful location.
Here Marley enjoys a pampering foot rub from her cousin. (Or is she enjoying it? It's hard to tell.)
This is the Great Sand Dunes National Park. It was amazing. Unfortunately, it was also extremely windy. Spa treatments by sand blasting.
One glorious night, Nana and Papa slept out on the deck with all the grandkids.
Our time together was great. It was a celebration of Leonard and Twila's 40th anniversary and Leonard's 60th birthday. They had so many special things planned for us- nature hikes, sand dunes, reptile farm, rodeo, horseback riding, star-gazing, cowboy songs, scrumptious meals, fun things for the kids and on and on and on.
I feel very fortunate to be part of this family.
So here they are, in no particular order:
Once again, Eli and Evan experienced one of the highlights of their young lives- time with cousins. There's an awesome teenager to look up to, 2 big girls to shower attention on them, 2 playmates their age and a baby to hold.
Horseback riding was one of the highlights for everyone.
A walk close to our cabin.
In the distance you can see our cabin. It was in a beautiful location.
Here Marley enjoys a pampering foot rub from her cousin. (Or is she enjoying it? It's hard to tell.)
This is the Great Sand Dunes National Park. It was amazing. Unfortunately, it was also extremely windy. Spa treatments by sand blasting.
One glorious night, Nana and Papa slept out on the deck with all the grandkids.
Our time together was great. It was a celebration of Leonard and Twila's 40th anniversary and Leonard's 60th birthday. They had so many special things planned for us- nature hikes, sand dunes, reptile farm, rodeo, horseback riding, star-gazing, cowboy songs, scrumptious meals, fun things for the kids and on and on and on.
I feel very fortunate to be part of this family.
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Handsome Men
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Thirty-five
It's true. I am 35 years old today. Kind of weird. I handled the transition fine, exept for one small moment. At 10:30 Saturday night, someone mentioned that I only had an hour and a half to be young. I was tired and wanted to go to bed, but all of the sudden I felt like I should quick be doing something fun! Anyway, I ignored the urge and went to sleep before midnight, wasting at least a good half an hour of my youth.
I had a good weekend of camping with our church. It was a good way to spend my birthday weekend. On the way down to the campground, Kendall gave me a great birthday gift- an eBook reader! It's like practically my first cool gadget ever! Well, not exactly, but maybe the coolest thing I've ever owned. And it fits me so well because I LOVE TO READ.
Random things from the weekend:
-Cinnamon rolls with birthday candles this morning- Thanks Glenda!
-A cool, refreshing (cold) bucket of water poured over me- Thanks young women whom I attempt to guide in good paths. Obviously I've failed. (Just kidding- they're awesome.)
-Playing a really fun game in which teams chose cardboard pieces, duct tape and random junk and had 45 minutes to build a boat which they then raced in the lake.
-A spur-of-the-moment spa complete with pedicures.
-Playing Lawn Dutch Blitz (thanks for the cards, Kendra). There were 2 individuals in particular that you really had to watch out for in this game or you would be trampled. But if you kept your guard up, you were fine. :)
-2 boys who played hard all day, then were more than willing to collapse into bed at night.
-Having everyone sing Happy Birthday to me. In the absence of candles, anyone with a lighter was asked to light it and let me blow it out.
-Our camper was so squeaky, I was embarrassed just crawling around in it making the bed!
-There is a close forest fire and Friday was very smoky around here, so I (wisely) took our computer and the safe with important documents inside along to the campground. I didn't want there to be an evacuation while we were down there and not be able to get back up to Red Lake! No evacuation was necessary and tomorrow it's supposed to rain. I was rather sheepish about being so (wisely) prepared, but later found out I wasn't the only one who did this!
The boys had a great weekend. We gave them firm boundaries and then let them roam. Eli said tonight that one of his favorite things was that the kids could do their own thing so much. They had their bikes and there wasn't much traffic. They loved it. We're spoiled right now. Eli and Evan are at a great age for camping. They are pretty independent and usually obey the boundaries we give them, so we can relax a lot more than we could have a couple years ago. Really, the main things they needed from us were meals, bedtime and supervision at the beach. Oh- and love, of course. Other than that, they were having a blast with their pseudo-cousins.
Oh yeah, when we got home, we were wearily putting things away, I opened the refrigerator door and lo and behold! There was a platter of delicious cheesecake setting there waiting for me! Thanks to my new-ish friend, Parla!
Too bad, I'm not good at pulling out the camera. Sorry, Grandparents. I'll snag some from facebook when I can.
I had a good weekend of camping with our church. It was a good way to spend my birthday weekend. On the way down to the campground, Kendall gave me a great birthday gift- an eBook reader! It's like practically my first cool gadget ever! Well, not exactly, but maybe the coolest thing I've ever owned. And it fits me so well because I LOVE TO READ.
Random things from the weekend:
-Cinnamon rolls with birthday candles this morning- Thanks Glenda!
-A cool, refreshing (cold) bucket of water poured over me- Thanks young women whom I attempt to guide in good paths. Obviously I've failed. (Just kidding- they're awesome.)
-Playing a really fun game in which teams chose cardboard pieces, duct tape and random junk and had 45 minutes to build a boat which they then raced in the lake.
-A spur-of-the-moment spa complete with pedicures.
-Playing Lawn Dutch Blitz (thanks for the cards, Kendra). There were 2 individuals in particular that you really had to watch out for in this game or you would be trampled. But if you kept your guard up, you were fine. :)
-2 boys who played hard all day, then were more than willing to collapse into bed at night.
-Having everyone sing Happy Birthday to me. In the absence of candles, anyone with a lighter was asked to light it and let me blow it out.
-Our camper was so squeaky, I was embarrassed just crawling around in it making the bed!
-There is a close forest fire and Friday was very smoky around here, so I (wisely) took our computer and the safe with important documents inside along to the campground. I didn't want there to be an evacuation while we were down there and not be able to get back up to Red Lake! No evacuation was necessary and tomorrow it's supposed to rain. I was rather sheepish about being so (wisely) prepared, but later found out I wasn't the only one who did this!
The boys had a great weekend. We gave them firm boundaries and then let them roam. Eli said tonight that one of his favorite things was that the kids could do their own thing so much. They had their bikes and there wasn't much traffic. They loved it. We're spoiled right now. Eli and Evan are at a great age for camping. They are pretty independent and usually obey the boundaries we give them, so we can relax a lot more than we could have a couple years ago. Really, the main things they needed from us were meals, bedtime and supervision at the beach. Oh- and love, of course. Other than that, they were having a blast with their pseudo-cousins.
Oh yeah, when we got home, we were wearily putting things away, I opened the refrigerator door and lo and behold! There was a platter of delicious cheesecake setting there waiting for me! Thanks to my new-ish friend, Parla!
Too bad, I'm not good at pulling out the camera. Sorry, Grandparents. I'll snag some from facebook when I can.
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"A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step." Lao-tzu
July 1, 2008
This journey so far has taken me one thousand and four miles from my hometown, but I’m having trouble putting my finger on the single step that began it all. Was it Monday afternoon at the border when they gave me my official document allowing me to pass? Was it Saturday morning when we started the car and drove out of Goshen in our funny little caravan? Was it in February when we came up to Red Lake for a job interview at the hospital? Was it two Christmases ago being up here with Kendall’s family and all of us rating our desire to live up here? (I can’t say my number on a scale of 1 – 100 was high, but it was the highest of all the in-laws, so I guess I’m the chosen one.) Was it three years ago almost to the day that Kendall first said, “What if we’d move up here?” (I tried to ignore that one for several months, thinking surely it would go away.) Or was it June 10, 2000 when I married Kendall and made some solemn promises before God and all these witnesses? Was it a night before Kendall and I were married when we talked about moving to Red Lake? (It was a far off and romantic possibility at that time.) Or was it living in and visiting different cultures at different times in my life? Could the first step have been when my parents brought me as a baby to this same area for a year of voluntary service? (Kendall wasn’t born yet, but I surely saw his parents as they chatted with mine from time to time.) What about when my dad lived on a nearby reserve for two years before he was married? Or when my mom visited this town with her family as a teenager? Or maybe it had something to do with choices my grandparents made? Or other ancestors farther back?
At any rate, moving into this house where I slept for a few weeks as a baby and where my dad stayed as a teenager, has made me very aware of roots. And how they affect our lives and choices and passions.
I suspect there is no single step that began our move a thousand miles away from Indiana. It seems, rather, to be a coming together of so many different factors. (Not the least of which is marrying a man who has taken this land as a very part of his being. And for all the ways I can tease him and get annoyed at some of his woodsman ways, I really do mean that in a reverent and respectful way.)
So here we are, a thousand miles from nowhere. (Oops…I meant a thousand miles from Goshen.) I know that we safely made the journey here, but mostly our journey is just beginning. And mostly I’m excited.
This journey so far has taken me one thousand and four miles from my hometown, but I’m having trouble putting my finger on the single step that began it all. Was it Monday afternoon at the border when they gave me my official document allowing me to pass? Was it Saturday morning when we started the car and drove out of Goshen in our funny little caravan? Was it in February when we came up to Red Lake for a job interview at the hospital? Was it two Christmases ago being up here with Kendall’s family and all of us rating our desire to live up here? (I can’t say my number on a scale of 1 – 100 was high, but it was the highest of all the in-laws, so I guess I’m the chosen one.) Was it three years ago almost to the day that Kendall first said, “What if we’d move up here?” (I tried to ignore that one for several months, thinking surely it would go away.) Or was it June 10, 2000 when I married Kendall and made some solemn promises before God and all these witnesses? Was it a night before Kendall and I were married when we talked about moving to Red Lake? (It was a far off and romantic possibility at that time.) Or was it living in and visiting different cultures at different times in my life? Could the first step have been when my parents brought me as a baby to this same area for a year of voluntary service? (Kendall wasn’t born yet, but I surely saw his parents as they chatted with mine from time to time.) What about when my dad lived on a nearby reserve for two years before he was married? Or when my mom visited this town with her family as a teenager? Or maybe it had something to do with choices my grandparents made? Or other ancestors farther back?
At any rate, moving into this house where I slept for a few weeks as a baby and where my dad stayed as a teenager, has made me very aware of roots. And how they affect our lives and choices and passions.
I suspect there is no single step that began our move a thousand miles away from Indiana. It seems, rather, to be a coming together of so many different factors. (Not the least of which is marrying a man who has taken this land as a very part of his being. And for all the ways I can tease him and get annoyed at some of his woodsman ways, I really do mean that in a reverent and respectful way.)
So here we are, a thousand miles from nowhere. (Oops…I meant a thousand miles from Goshen.) I know that we safely made the journey here, but mostly our journey is just beginning. And mostly I’m excited.