Thursday, June 25, 2015

Oregon Time

I am prepping. It is that time of the year again when my thoughts and my body turn toward the West and it hankers for the ocean. I have concluded that I cannot go a year without being at the sea. There is just something about it that soothes me. Inspires me. Makes me more creative.  I feel free and uninhibited. And I can see why all the Flower Children went to San Francisco instead of Des Moines.

We have been going to "The Condo" for 11 years now. No other place will do. From that point high over the rocky cliffs of Oregon, we travel out North and South. Seeing the same places, visiting our old haunts, but each year is different. Always new memories, new treasures, but because we know the area like our second home, there are no stresses or disagreements. The days just flow and each night we head back home to watch the sunset, enjoy a drink and each others company and just relax.

So this week will be filled with packing and getting this home ready for leaving. We are lucky to have our youngest who comes over and uses this place as her vacation home. She takes care of our aging cat, makes sure all my pots are watered and is a presence about the place to ward off evil...LOL  

 It is going to be hot back here inland, but I will not need any A/C, I will have the ocean breezes. And I just may tuck a flower in my hair.  :) Always, Kit

Sunday, June 14, 2015

Summer Vacation!

The school year has ended. I had cleaned, polished, stacked and organized till I was blue in the face. I took one more look around at my now very bland kitchen, turned the key in the lock and I went from being a working girl to being a kept woman....LOL  And I love it! 

A whole summer of such possibilities. I already have a list a mile long, but it is open to many deletions and changes. :) I have to keep an open mind about what I "plan" to do. I had so many plans for my first day off (Friday), I was going to get my hair cut, return a shirt to Old Navy, drop off a library book, maybe go grocery shopping but what happened in actuality was: my youngest called and wanted to take a short road trip to Arlee. She had seen a pic of an item at a yard sale and wanted to buy it. I am always up for a road trip with my girls, so off we went. What happened next was unexpected and shows that life can change in an instant for anyone. 

As we approached Arlee, we could see a car accident had happened up ahead. We slowed, surveyed the scene and my daughter (a part-time EMT) and I decided to stop. It turned out we were the second "responder" on the scene. One cop who happened to be driving by was managing traffic along with passersby, so Em went right to the vehicle and found two teen age girls crying and sore and the vehicle was on it's side with the windows broken out. She amazed me with her calm and steady voice and started taking vitals and giving instructions to the girls. Because Arlee is a small town, their ambulance crew is all volunteer, so it was taking time for them to arrive. And Em was the voice of reason and control until they did. What was also incredible, is that folks starting pulling over and assisting. We had a ex-Army medic, a male nurse, a couple of guys who said they were there to lift heavy stuff if needed. People were directing traffic (4 lane highway) and removing debris from the road. My job was to help console the Mom and Grand-mom who showed up and to try and keep them calm.  I know how I would have been reacting had it been my kid. Not good.  Click above for video, Em is in purple all the way to the left.

In the end, both girls were loaded into ambulances and taken to Missoula. Em and I did make it to the yard sale and she scored a vintage oil lamp. Later, my daughter called and said, that thru some deducting (when I am trying to calm folks, I babble like a idiot) the friend of the Mom I was taking to, found my daughter on Facebook (thru the yard sale!) and emailed her with the info that both girls are doing just fine and they thanked the both of us for stopping and helping.  That was nice. My daughter was worried about one of the girls. :) So there you have it, what could have been an ordinary day of errand running and such, turned into a day of being good Samaritans and doing what the good Lord would want us all to do. Heck, I can get my hair cut any day. :) Always, Kit

Sunday, June 7, 2015

Having fun!

Oh what a lovely time of the year it is. The weather has been gorgeous (except for the hail storm that hit one evening, nothing too damaged) and in fact this coming week is supposed to be in the 90's! A bit early, but I'll take it. We have been busy. Celebrated my birthday, as my runner hubby says, I am in a new age group! The big 6-0! My theme this year was - get this - Breaking Bad. Yep, we had just finished the series and I was in withdrawal so my daughters whipped me up a party. It was awesome! I even had my age spelled out on top of my cake in bacon! And my family gave me another great present. Since myself and Disneyland are the same age (our Diamond Celebrations) they are sending me there in July with my youngest to celebrate. Remember those commercials? "Kit you just turned 60 years old, where are you going?" And the reply was always, "I'm going to Disneyland!" Well I am. And I couldn't be happier. :)

This weekend has been such fun and full. Yesterday we loaded up again, and off to yard sale. For two hours we buzz around and it is the perfect amount of time (we leave at 10am, no way I am waking up early...LOL) . We aren't really out there to make a killer purchase, just to have fun and if we find something, then that is great. Got myself some treasures again. A fantastic Pottery Barn clock for only a couple of bucks and it works! And as I was leaving a sale I spied this Gas Pump. A child's toy and saw all sorts of potential in my garden, with a new coat of paint. And a lovely green plate which I will use in my next birdbath. 

I love horse racing. I think in an earlier life I must have been a bookie in New York City. Oh, how I love to watch the ponies run. And so of course I was pulled up to the TV to watch the Belmont Stakes and I was hoping along with a million other folks that American Pharoah would take the Triple Crown. By the time the race was over, my cat had left the room (too much screaming for him), my throat was sore, I had knocked over my snack and I was immensely happy. What a beauty! You could just see it in his stride that he had all the confidence to pull it off. Now as a reward he gets to go and make more championship horses. :) 

Well, I am off to finish planting my flowers. I have my tunes on, and my shade hat. The bees have ignored me (thank you bees) and my yard is coming along. Always, Kit