The pictures loaded up backwards so bare with me...
This is some of the chess pieces at MARYHILL
Outside of Maryhill.... from the parking lot This is the lower parking lot...over looking the Columbia River, you are looking at the Oregon side from the Washington side
This is Oregon so many areas of it was like this... so many orchards.
This is at Bonneville Dam and fish hatchery. Ducks... and on the other side of the bridge was rainbow trout, to make a fisherman's mouth drool These are the Peacocks at Maryhill Another chess set at Maryhill..... next room was a vast Native American display and the other side a Rodan art works...
This is California....
This is up by Mt. Shasta This is in Oregon....start of an huge overpass....
It is so good to be home...Our travels went well. The car was excellent. And great mileage. Which was handy when you have to fill up at outrageous towns. Gas $3.49. In Bakersfield. Next time we will know to fill up before.
Well, I am off to finish unloading the car. Going down to get it Idahoized. And doing the usual after trip things, like washing and etc. So will be back blogging on Monday. Will post some more pictures over the weekend.
On June 1st we gave up television. Meaning cable. We still used it for Netflix. And it went well. I really didn't miss the babysitter for adults.
But then at the last week of July, the King couldn't take it anymore. And he found a cheap way to watch network television. Good old St. Vinnie's had an antenna for $5. So he put it up. We got channel 4. He told me that he knew I missed the network news. lol.. yea, right.
He found two weeks ago, in the upper channels of 46 and 35 he could get Krem and Fox. So he is happy. And back to being put to sleep with television.
I have found it is amazing how this is the way I started to watch television about 37 years ago. With only one channel. You know, the old stand on the roof while some one yells from inside, how the screen is doing. And when You are standing on one foot, hanging over the eave, they said that's it.
This time went a little easier. We pointed it the same as the neighbor who uses it for local channels. And I have figured it out, that this is enough. Yes, I miss the Discovery, A&E, and TLC channels, but found out I can rent most from Netflix. So don't think we will connect up to cable this fall.
The newspapers went too. And those two were not missed. Found our lives a lot lighter. Not all the negativity of the paper. And finding out things, a day or two later was not a bad thing. And as far as the local, well, gossip runs well in this town. And a little more reliable than the local fishwrap.
But as I said, I did weaken when they dropped the price to a buck a week. This way I can see who got married, who had kids, what group of people have 5 generations and to see if I am in the obits yet.
So sitting for 2 hours reading the papers, watching the news for another hour... wasn't missed. And we had plenty to do in the yard and around the house. And got a nice tan to boot.
Once again you all are going to have to fend for yourselves for a week. We are flying down to lower California and driving back. This ought to be interesting. So will yak at you next week near the end.
I think I am getting the hang of why the newspapers are having trouble.
It is the garbage that is in it. Front page is getting to be commercial and scandal sheet like. Even our local paper is getting to be mostly a social page. They did pretty well this past Tuesday with news.
You know news, the WHO, WHAT, HOW, and WHEN... part of news.
And to be honest with you, I don't know what all I want from a paper, but I do know it is taking me less and less time to read it. I cancelled both paper this summer. Over all, I didn't miss them. And that is sad.
I did sign up for the local, because they were so desperate for readers, they offered their paper for the unheard of $1 a week. So I sign up for a year. After all, that kind of deal won't come again. I do buy it in the summer on Fridays, for the Clip and run yard sale column. Also for the social part of it. And of course we all read the obits, to make sure we aren't there. So for 50 cents more I get the rest of the week.
The Sunday is worthless to me. Local is within the first 3 pages. So that and the magazine part is the only part worth reading. Rest hits the fall, as it is all Coeur d Alene or National news we already saw on television.
But the media is getting harder and harder to sit thru. I am so sick and tired of OJ, Brit, and the rest of them. Who the heck cares besides the 2% who really do. And then you have Bid, using the media to scare the rest of the world. Heck, he doesn't need any weapons but the media.
Well, it is that time of the year... time to get ready for cold.
We already started in our garden. Only pumpkins and tomatoes are left.
But now the house. Out went one air conditioner yesterday. Another today, and then cleaning out the filter on the heater.. Thankfully that hasn't kicked in yet. It is good that Avista is going to give us a break this winter. Every bit helps.
Got to find the storm windows when we get back from our trip. Start putting the yard furniture away.. that is the part I hate. Because that is admitting summer is over... and I am not ready for that yet.
In the fall of 1975, we bought a house(?) in Cooke Canyon, outside of Ellensburg.
The question mark is for the fact that the building had two rooms. One "L" shape, which was the living room and kitchen combo. The other was a bedroom.
We had bought it from a single older gentleman. It was on 10 acres at the end of a county road. With a creek running thru the property near the building. Had a mountain of sorts, meaning a huge 40 foot rock type, on the south side of the creek.
Very secluded. There was one home pass us, that was used in the summer. This was a great place for the kids. This is where the kids could play for hours. Up on the hill, and even over the hill on the north side of the property.
When we bought the house, it was pretty bare. There wasn't a sink, nor water. We did have a well and well house. So we had to bring the water to the house. There wasn't a bathroom, so we had an outhouse.
So one of the first things in order, was to get a sink and bring in water to that. But we still didn't have a water heater. So hot water was made by boiling water on the stove and putting in to a metal tub for baths, and into a pot for dish washing and clothes washing. Which is the why for this picture.
I was washing dishes first. Then as you can see on top of the wood is the laundry basket. The wood was stacked along side the porch, about 4 or 5 feet high and 21 feet long, two stacks deep. As we had wood heat.
My mother loved this picture. She said the only thing missing was a gun. It was a good time of my life. I was 35, the kids were happy with their play ground of too many acres to count. A gravel pit to play with their Tonka toys, and their German Shepard dog called Heidelberg.
The following year, I designed an addition of 24x28. Which gave us 3 bedrooms and a large bathroom.
Not really, but they joke about it. That they should be.
After all, I made them go to school even in the worse of weather. Just the other day the youngest was telling how HER mother would make them walk across the 10 acres of our land and the neighbors 10 to get to the road for the bus stop. Thru 3 feet of unplowed snow! Even bring out hot chocolate for us, to tell us the bus was going to be late, for another 20 to 30 minutes.
Well, at least I brought out chocolate. Besides look at the stories they can tell their grandchildren..... "I had to walk thru 10 feet (always increase it) of snow, just to get to the school bus."
They tell how I would wake them even at 2 am, to tell about the fresh new snow that was deep enough to make the first snow man of the season. And of course, to throw snowballs at each other. I would tease and conjole them to get up and join me, even as the sleepy heads protested. I knew there would be no school with the snow falling like it was.
Then there was the game called Zorro, that I played on them. A lipstick mark of "Z" on the forehead as they slept in the summer. You should have seen them laughing at each other.... until it dawn on them, they had a "Z" too.
I took them camping without tents, or campers or stoves and etc. Just a sleeping bags and camp fire. No camp sites with bathrooms and showers. Just the natural woods. And fish in the creek for dinner.
And then there was the time my son decided to smoke. He was caught standing outside of a store, that the kids hung out at in town. So I made him smoke cigarette after cigarette until he started to turn green. Kind of upset me that he had started to smoke. See he was in a class a year before, where he came home from school and informed me that I was going to die, because I smoked. Guess he didn't think he was going to. But I almost convince him, he as going to, by the 3rd one.
I guess I shouldn't tell these tales. Some one might turn me in for child abuse. Nah, statute of limitations is expired.
But my youngest does mention something about therapy... I don't know if it is for her or me.
A vacation.... a trip to see friends, a wedding, a social gathering in a hall. All wonderful events. But not for all.
The idea is great. Yes, you want to go, and looking forward to it. Until..... the day before or the day of the event.
That is when, the best description but not the only one, a feeling comes over you. The best description is dread. It is like a heavy cloth that covers you. Starting at your shoulders. The weight feels like about 25 pounds. Some times it is accompanied by chest pressure. You know it isn't a heart attack. But it is an anxiety attack.
Then comes the excuses. You have other things that came up. You like to, but you just can't. Which is closer to the truth than most excuses.
You can't describe why. You aren't afraid that you will die. You aren't afraid of the people you will see. The place or people you want to go to, you like that place or people. But.................. you have the feeling of dread, the feeling of cutting and running the opposite way.
You know if you break thru these feelings, you will have a good time. You will enjoy the event or people. But.................... the barrier, the heaviness of the feeling. The invisible shroud that weighs heavy on you.
You hide it from others. From your family, although some will guess. You are even in denial yourself. Others if they guess, will make light of it, which makes it worse yet. Is it social anxiety? Some even get therapy help. If you can recognized the symptoms and just making yourself go. No excuses... but the heavy shroud is there, until you leave and head down the road.
It seems like more and more people are getting these attacks. Is it the isolation of computers? Not that I am aware of... as the feelings have been there for years for many. Either more people are admitting it, or there is more people suffering from it.
What does a school district in Tulsa, Ok and North Carolina have in common?
They both want to regulate the style of clothing of their students. This is an age old problem, but has become more intense in the past year or two.
Maybe Columbine has brought that to the surface. But as far as I know.. they only wore trenchcoats. Can't be terrorist, as they wore the same as the rest of us. To blend in. So I guess it is the gang related idea... Some how national flags and tuck shirts seems a little overboard.
How the students wear their hats, (getting rid of the backwards style) is one of them they have tried to ban for a couple years. Now in the news is the ban of how they wear their shirts and what is on the shirt.
Oklahoma wants to have the shirts stuffed in to the pants. North Carolina wants to ban the wearing of the flag on the shirt.
While I am sure there are good reasons why the school districts have tried this but it seems a little over kill.
Keeping the shirt tails out of the pants, seems to me, to be a good thing, considering how low the boys wear their pants these days.
And wearing the flag. Needs some clarification. I can see not wearing clothes made out of the flag material. That has been a law for quite some time I believe. But not having the flag design on your shirt is overkill.
We all have had some kind of shirt with a American flag on it. Especially after 9-11. Some have a Harley-Davison with a flag behind it. I have seen different brands of semi trucks with the same. Some just have the flag waving, and patriotic saying.
All of this shows our pride in our country. And myself, I am tired of the old excuse that we are offending others. They are offending me, because even with all its warts, it is still my country, and I am proud to live here. And I haven't seen any studies of how the one's wanting in here, have decline in numbers.
Yes, I understand that others will say, especially in North Carolina.. that there will be those who will wear their own flag. Even the Dixie flag. With the Dixie flag, they are over a 100 years too late to stop that. It is everywhere down south.
Being from a town known for the Italians, Portuguese, and English. If anyone wore a flag of their families country, I would not have been offended. It would show their pride in their ancestors country. Same with Mexican's wearing their type of shirts, or the flag of their country. It just shows pride of what makes them. It is just a shirt. It doesn't say that other countries are no good and only that flag is good. Get a life people.
When I was in school, it was too short skirts. The limit was an inch above the knee. No shorts, and no pants for girls. Seem the girls were the ones who were sent home for improper clothes. Now it is the boys. Even my children had clothing issues, which some of them I let pass and some I didn't. I found that 99% of the time, if you ignored a fashion statement, it pass quickly. So as long as they are covered, and the language on the shirt was clean, it got a pass.
And unless schools start having uniforms like the private school do... there will always be conversations like these.
Have you ever been a Safe place for someone? A place where a friend can come to get away?
Now days there are shelters for women or women with children to go to. Thank heavens for that. And to those who help keep them in place.
But in the 60's and 70's there were very few if any. So a woman had to depend on a friend, or sit it out in their home. Sometimes friends didn't want to help, in fear they too, would be harmed.
There were times friends came to me, to just cool off, after a heavy fight. Stay the night and go back the next day. Some times, they would run for their lives, and stay a week. One time it was a man and his children who came to my husband and I for help.
So many times we think of druggies as the guy who is sitting in a park or some one's living room with glassy eyes, or bizarre behavior.
But one of the worse group of druggies are the legal ones. The one's who are like Elvis, who have doctors who don't pay enough attention to their patients or don't care. And can the fault lay with the pharmacy? But they aren't police officers, so it isn't up to them to turn in what could possibility be an abuser. And besides the abuser uses different pharmacy to get their prescription filled.
Maybe there should be a data base, that collects how many pain meds that are addictive, that are given to a patient. That the pharmacy has to turn in names of people who are renewing their prescriptions.
There are people who will get hurt on purpose to get renewal prescriptions. So this date base could also see a pattern of users. The abuser will change doctors, and the pharmacy, but this would still collect all the information.
There are a lot of them out there. Who will put down a street druggie, but don't consider themselves one.
Politicians. Will Rogers had a whole career on just making fun of them.
We now have, "you got to know when to hold them, and when to fold them" Thompson, throwing his hat into the arena. And even though he announced it on the Jay Leno show (like Arnold, must be a new Republican deal) and no one stomped his hat in the middle of the arena, so I guess he is off and running.
One thing in his favor, is the rest of them have already spent millions getting to this day. And he is just starting to spend. So they have blown MILLIONS and the race still has 14 more months to go. Looks like he is on to something.
Even with the WHO family. You know, Huckabee WHO? and what is the other one? Brownback WHO? Tancredo WHO? Gravel WHO? ther are a few who declined to run, too. Which all of us older ones, remember the last one of the WHO family to run. Remember Jimmy Carter WHO????? So don't laugh..he won.
What I would like to see, as a member of good standing of the Cafeteria Party, at the next debate on both sides of the fence, the game.
The one that people play lots of times. It is called the "IF I WAS PRESIDENT" game. But instead of the usually "what would I do, if I was President".. I would like to hear.... "who I will have in my cabinet team.".. Nothing has brought that so much out front to us in the past 7 years as Bush Administration.
We all think about the President being the force. But we know without Cheney, and Rove and Rice..Rumfield, Bush would have been toothless. So let's have them ask the candidates to play... "Who I would chose to have in my cabinet, if I was President."
Have you ever had to ride on one of those electric carts in a store?
I was going on errands today with Miss Cannonball. And what an eye opener. Even with the King, when he was using them.
It seems that people will stand right there while you are trying to get by, and block the aisle. While that is true of all carts, you would think one would be more alert to an electric cart coming. After all you can hear it.
The other thing, they will cut you off and then stop. Like the cart has brakes. Yes, you let off of the handle to slow down. But that doesn't just stop the cart like a car.
Also are there people who are angry at people who use the carts? You see so many people scowl at some one who is trying to get thru the maze of carts and aisles or bins. What is with that?
Maybe what we need is for everyone have to use an electric cart for a week in a store, to find out, it is no pleasure trip.
We had a horrible, freakist accident near our town two days ago. A tree fell across the highway and wiped two riders off of their motorcycle. Both were killed. The daughter was a well known person from Post Falls No one can believe how it happen. Such a freak type of a accident.
We have lost two Opera Singers this year.. Sill and Pavarotti. I am not an Opera fan...but I do like some of the songs. Who knows, if I actually went to an Opera, maybe I would be. I love the 3 Tenors concerts on television. And I enjoyed just listening to Pavarotti and Sill so much.
We have flip flop Craig. Will the man just step down, and get it over with. Why does he jump back and forth. Because a few people said don't? While I didn't like how fast the party dumped him, the more time goes by and he talks, the more embarrassing it is.
Life's aggravations get to me, from time to time. Like yesterday...
Went to the beauty (?) shop. After all was said and done, I went to pay. Then the dilemma. How much to leave for a tip? Is it like the restaurant where you are suppose to leave 10% or 15% or what. Just what do you leave a hairdresser? I don't have a lot of money, but I don't want to be cheap either. No, the thought of just a dollar never cross my mind. $5. did.. is that cheap? But, much more, I might not be able to afford the work done. I have gave $10, when the gal has gone extra..or I have played hairdresser or cutter, and they have to clean up my act.
Then the other aggravation. Telephoning a company. Put in your account number. Chose from this section... after choosing.. chose from this selection... chose one, then chose from this selection. But there is nothing there that pertains to what I wanted to talk about. No selection of talking to a human. And hoping and praying they know enough English that I can understand. Nothing. So back to the Main menu. Maybe I didn't catch the right one the first time. Nope, it is all the same, so back to Main menu again. Tried another subject that was near what I wanted. (help, I want to talk to a human!!) and no.. this wasn't working either.
Then the lightbulb went on in my pea head. O... you have gotten that email that tells you to hit O and you will get a human. Well, I did that. Nope, that is not a selection, the recorder tells me. But by this time, I am frustrated.. so out of frustration, I hit the O... 3 more times... GUESS WHAT???!!!. I got a human. I could understand most of what she said. (starting to have doubts in my hearing.) and after all the information we exchanged she asked if there was anything else she could help me with. Yes, I told her... tell the company to put in the main menu a selection of being able to talk to a human. Some times, the subjects at hand don't work. Such as mine. I told her how out of frustration that I got her...by hitting the O 3 times. She said well, I will tell you a secret way. Next time you call, put in your number as asked. But when asked to select one of the many numbers.. don't. just hang on and a representative will answer.
My question is (to myself) as I hung up.. why does this have to be a secret?
As I fumed over the day about these two... I finally had it dawn on me... it is the way I look at it. So second thoughts, is... at least I tipped the gal. And the good news is I can afford to have my hair done a couple times a year. It sure beats having the King do it. (did I ever tell you that one?) And at least, I finally figured out and got the straight skinny on how to call next time. Ah, to be grateful for the little things of life.
We still have 14 more months of campaigning to hear. On the news. And how long before we start getting the commercials? At least we don't have them here yet. But the news seems to be one long commercial of where they are and who they are.
It kind of irritates me because the media and the parties seem to think that Iowa and the other states who are jumping the gun, are going to pick who I want to run. It very well could be, in the first of May, be all decided before they even have the conventions.
And the rest of us states won't even have a chance to weigh in. And the other thing is the endurance. Not only the candidates but us voters. Will our glances become glazed over? And it sure doesn't leave much for us, of the Cafeteria Party to chose from, in some states we aren't even allowed to vote in the primaries, because you have to declare a Republican or Democrat party as your own, to vote.
Something wrong with that. But then again, here in Idaho, we don't have much of a chance if you aren't Republican .... as the state is as red as an old barn. Wish we were as strong as that old barn.
This is sad to say. But I don't know much about Senator Larry Craig. Yes, he is my state's Senator. But I don't know his voting in Congress record. I don't know of any thing he has done to be outstanding (before this past week). I have never had to call on him for help, so I don't know how much he does for the voters of Idaho. But....
In less than a week the media and the Republican party tore down a Senator's career.
Granted he made the choice to walk in to that bathroom and allegedly, did a series of steps that is known to police officers to be signals for gay men. And these allegedly steps lead to his arrest.
His 2nd bad choice, was to do a plead bargain (not much of a bargain) instead of getting legal advice.
His 3rd, was not to tell his wife of many years about it the same day it happen or at least as soon as he got home. To have the media starting its news storm, and then telling her is unforgivable. No matter what the truth is..
The media and people in general, made a judgment call on this, like a fireball rolling thru the forest, going down hill.
4th bad choice, was not to come clean on this, even if it were to be true. He would have saved face if he had pulled the "Jimmy S. I have sinned" card and come clean on it. It surely would have doused some of the flame.
It is hard to believe his story. Surely he doesn't think we are dumb enough to believe him with the "I thought it would go away if I did it fast" bit. The rest of us would have been bellowing loudly, that police were out of their mind. That in no way did we do it. We would have been screaming for a lawyer. To plead guilt to have it go away quickly, is a very poor judgment. Not a Senatorial judgment. (well, not the kind we want).
But with all that said and done, should he have stepped down? Was he voted for his sex preferences or for his voting style and record? Granted a gay sex preference could close down some of the voters, but we have many elected persons who are of the gay persuasion. And they are doing fine in Congress.
Why so fast? Doesn't one try to get all of the facts before a conclusion is brought forward? Wouldn't we all want to have all the facts brought out if it was us. To be judged and convicted in the media and party in less than a week? It is really surprising how fast he was condemn by his own party. Was that their way to quickly get it swept under the rug, before the big elections?
I can understand why he would want to. The way his party chewed him up and spit him out, also to save face for his wife. He owes her that much. She is a stand by your man, type of wife. Now time will tell, if there is more to it than appears, will he be able to save face or will he become a trivial question?
I am sure happy to be a member of the Cafeteria Party.