Monday, November 24, 2014

Give Yourself A Pat On The Back, A Pat On The Back, A Pat On The Back.....






November 24, 2014   (Sorry in advance for the messed up pictures)

Bonus family time last week at our fav restaurant El Gallito with my brother Bernie, sister (in law) Ronna, their kids Nic and Brad, Brad’s wife Katie and Nic and Braden’s one year old, the awesome Navy Bean. Not enough time to really talk and catch up but seeing Katie and Navy made our day! Brad and Katie live in Alabama where her family is – in fact a year ago Thanksgiving we were sharing that holiday at their home in Cullman. Nic has one busy, active, mommy-centric baby girl, who makes my heart smile BIG whenever I look at her. The picture is of the Bean giving me a hi-5 over and over.

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Bern and Ronna have gone back to the NW for the holidays but will return in January. Tony and I are both looking forward to their return so that we can pal around and be active with them.  

Another dip in the pool with our exercising (mostly Canadian) friends, stretching, running, walking, singing. My favorite song is at the end when we all form a circle with our arms around each other and sing:

“Give yourself a pat on the back, a pat on the back, a pat on the back,
And say to yourself, your jolly good self, you’ve had a good day today.

Yesterday was filled with trouble and sorrow,
Nobody knows what’s going to happen tomorrow,
So give yourself a pat on the back, a pat on the back, a pat on the back,
And say to yourself, you’re  in jolly good health, you’ve had a good day today!

An extremely happy, loving and supportive way to continue your day in paradise.

I was so damn sore all weekend from the water exercise and the golf lesson – what the hell? – that I did not want to go this morning, hoped TC would forget. He didn’t, and we went, and I’m glad. It was a talky group this morning, SO much laughing, we hardly have time to exercise. There is a woman with Parkinson’s who is their dear friend. They help her into and out of the pool from her little electric go machine. She smiles throughout the class, very unstable on her pins but keeps at it. I think she was a kindergarten teacher and oozes that sweetness. Another woman is a real estate attorney, many more retired. They’ve all been here from five to ten years, quite the friend group. I like making them laugh with my usual irreverent humor. Here’s a shot of Tony at the end of our pool time.  Instructor Mary is on the far left…she’s a pip!



 
 
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And the group just starting to swing!
 



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Yesterday we had a double down day – my Uncle Keith’s 90th birthday and the Seahawks beating  the 9-1 Cardinals, both scheduled for 1:00. Tony was a little leery of missing the game, but I told him my plan for the party was, “In at one, out at two!” and verily it was true. Lovely time meeting my Aunt and Uncle’s old (really, old) friends from their gated community and even from the northwest. Tony asked me today why no one else had shorts on, in fact some even had sweaters and wool coats – and it was 75. They were all pretty trim amid the wrinkles and varicose veins but I think vain when it comes to showing legs and arms. My favorites were two women who had a full cadre of make-up, and the most awesome, Sharpie looking eyebrows ever. Big old dark curves above their eyes – eyes that were covered in blue or green eye shadow. And god the perfume! You hug someone and you are forever wearing their old lady stinky brand of ‘fume.
My Aunt Naomi is so beautiful, energetic, perfectly coiffed and dressed. My talented niece Nicolette, a stylist, who stayed with them last week with her baby Navy, had worked with Aunt Nay on a lovely cut and it showed. We hugged and hugged. She is the ultimate in party-givers – everyone there commented on her love of parties, and her flair for them. I’m glad to say she had it catered this time, as normally she insists on doing all the cooking. She and Keith have been coming to “the desert” for many years, playing a lot of tennis in their life, partying, making friends. They are very wealthy Republicans, again, quite different from my family.




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And the birthday farmer-boy:




 
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For years we attended Thanksgiving, and some Christmases at their huge white-brick mansion overlooking the Sound near Innis Arden (north Seattle). My mother was completely cowed by their life, then turned that into a Lutheran distaste. We grew up feeling “less than” my cousins, but I’m not so sure now that it was due to their upbringing about us, or my mother’s naïve distrust of these worldly relatives. It all changed after my dad died – he was one of two older brothers of my Aunts. Her oldest, Web, was a retired Air Force Colonel; my dad was a gyppo logger who was always seeking the dream of wealth, but didn’t have the proper map to that end goal. After he died at around 68, Aunt Naomi did a 180 and really reached out to us. It helped too, that my bro Bernie and wife Ronna bought a condo in the desert and became very close to both Keith and Naomi, mostly by getting advice about the desert from them, and helping them immensely with chores, storage and hauling their stuff back and forth from Seattle (K and N also have a Lake Washington condo up north for their summer fun).
All in all Naomi has been a real family proponent toward my five siblings and we have responded in kind. She has a Christmas party for the family at Christmas, and usually a party in the summer as well. Their family consists of two living daughters (two have passed) and a bevy of grandchildren. They usually show up for the parties but not always; the oldest was at the 90th party yesterday, the youngest not because of her children’s obligations. I was the only representative from the Plourd family, although B & R wish they could have attended.
A highlight for Tony and I was my Aunt Erny who was married for just a few years to my 90 year old Uncle Web – the Air force uncle and oldest sib of Naomi and my dad. He had been somewhat unsatisfyingly yet loyally married to his wife for 60+ years. When she passed he and her caregiver, Erny, began to date. He blossomed! She loved him. They traveled the world, loved very deeply, laughed a lot. He had always been a little formal and very conservative, slightly unhappy – with Erny he laughed, lit up when she entered a room, loosened up. When one of my sibs remarked with some disgust at a tattoo I have on my inner arm, Erny and Web piped up and said, “We just got tattoos!  Look, little flowers on our ankles!” A most awesome moment for moi.

We had a great time talking with Erny and plan on seeing her again this winter over a good meal. She’s a lovely kind hearted woman, one I welcome into the family with open arms.

The game at our local Burger and Brew was fantastic. We didn’t have the best seats in the house as it is packed a half hour before any game time, but it was still fun . The Hawks found their mojo! My Seahawks tshirt is in the mail as we speak, and Tony wears his as well.

As usual we were evesdropping on the peeps around us. Here’s a woman who was on TC’s side with her slightly older boyfriend/husband/whatever (not the guy to the right). She wasn’t young, but wow what a knockout. In my new phase of try-not-to-be-judgemental, I really observed this nice woman with the killer face and bod. Not sure what the dealio is with her, but she definitely takes care of herself. She had the pretty woman thing where her eyes are moving onto people around her all the time to see who’s looking. Her boyfriend, however, was checking me out. I wore a ridiculously loose dress that I shouldn’t be wearing at all, and my breasteses are available to all. Yikes.



On the hygiene side of things it may, or may not, interest you to know that I am now making my own deodorant – how cool is that?! Thanks to my pal Tsha I have a great recipe that works so well, without all the chemical shit you usually get from commercial brands, even Tom’s. I sweat so much, my thought is it’s just an endless menopause, and I haven’t been able to control it with any product. This beautiful homemade deo works and I smell great too! I have several scents I brought with and I’m currently hooked on peppermint – yes! – as I love the clean smell. I also put in a few drops of tea tree oil as it has  antibacterial properties.  Here’s the recipe, which I halve. I use organic ingredients: 

3 T. coconut  oil
3 T. baking soda
2 T. shea butter
2 T. arrowroot
Essential oil(s) – no more than 12 drops total

Mash it all together. To use, just take a small amount on your finger and massage into your pits. Because we’re in the sun I also put it under my breasteses, my waist sides and down my spine. (Recipe from Wellness Mama website).

The first time I made it I used the red palm oil that I had in the fridge – bad move - clothes stained red. Tossed that and got the organic coconut oil that is white. I also use it on my lips and it is lovely.

As most of y’all know I and my naturopath doc entered into quite an adventure this last summer over my health. She asked that 1) I abstain from all food that makes sugar in my body: beans, rice (any color), potatoes, sugar (of course), flour, grains of any kind; and that 2) I move my body. I was successful in not only dumping about 30 lbs, but getting my glucose at 100 or below all day, stopping all diabetes meds (metformin) and leveling my three month glucose level from 8.2 to 5.5 (should be under six). All that doc promised I realized. I can’t say I feel fabulously fit, but I am mentally incredibly proud of myself. Curiously, my endocrinologist was not as enthusiastic as I about my changes – maybe due to losing a patient? I don’t want to believe that of him because he’s a nice man. His only comment on all the data I presented him was, “Good for you but I don’t think it’s sustainable.”

He be wrong. My angst over not having fries, hamburger buns, bread of any kind, rice, beans, spaghetti sauce is gone. I can eat at a restaurant and get a salad with meat, or a burger without a bun very easily now – I NEVER thought I’d be there. Moving consisted of Tony and I joining the Poulsbo Athletic Club for water aerobics (love it!) throughout the summer, but ended on Sept 1st when we thought we were leaving the 27th. We definitely should have kept going as I now know that all the changes in eating do level off without movement.

Tony, too, has semi-adopted my eating profile but still had his peanut butter toast and/or ice cream at night. Recently, because of his shit dermatologist down here, he has eschewed all bread and ice cream, as well as following my ban on rice, potatoes, etc. It’s all about the fat baby – organic meats, cheeses, butter, greens. Excellent article in the 11/14 Men’s Health mag about this eat fat forget the carbs phenom. We’ll see what changes our bodies decide to form into next. In the meanwhile, it’s just good for us! I’m trying to clear our environment of toxins as well, such as no more harsh cleaners, no dryer sheets and homemade deodorant.  I believe it all helps.

I’m not entirely sure why I can’t/don’t drop more weight – especially from my belly – I’m thinking maybe the antidepressant I’m on won’t let my fat cells release enough. Not sure. Don’t worry about it as much as in the past.

 




Sunday, November 16, 2014

And we arrive...



November 6 – 16, 2014

What a glorious venture this year has proved on the road up to this early point. Although we were two months late in starting this year’s journey it all happens for a reason. We are deliriously happy: have arrived for a month stay in a beautiful park in Indio, CA; beautiful weather all the way down our speedway of I-5; great familiar and newfound RV parks from Oregon to California; not much anxiety or fighting without popping Xanax every morning; cats are pretty happy, well behaved, hysterically funny; everything in place and organized in Blue; no breakdowns.

Highlights of our flying RV are a good meal in Weed at a questionable place; overnight at a familiar park in Redding; weird, open field, substandard utilities and expensive county fairgrounds in Roseville, CA – nice peeps though; a hideous navigational blunder on our part – yes, our! – which  took us around and around.  As chance has it though, and our lives are very, very bespoke with good luck, we landed in a park smack dab between train tracks and a loud, busy highway (58 East). We pulled through this walled park though, and felt the gates of heaven open up and a chorus of angels singing a snappy boogie woogie.  All sites are pull-through, cats outside is no problem, clean little pool, sparkling bathrooms, super friendly people. In a phrase: delightful needed, super delightful delivered. 

The folks across the grass from us in their typically permanent RV, surrounded by various foliage in broken buckets and planters, none flowering or showing any fun at all; extra “room” set up to extend the inadequate living space of the RV.  A large, furry man emerges, grunts and waves, as Tony and I sit side by side on our picnic table bench, soaking up the sunny sun sun. Within a few minutes a female in flowing skirt and low-cut top appears, a large, gray wool cape with druid/pagan trim engulfing her ample bod. First thing noticed is her burnished red/gold hair – long and absolutely gorgeous. Second is her skin which is pale and flawless.

She sees Mr. Blackie and Roku and comes over to talk the RV park talk, as we try to feel each other out. Turns out they are “ren fair” (Renaissance Fair) devotees and workers. She is also a nurse. He’s a retired heavy equipment operator turned wooden horse builder. He explained that he has built two giant rocking horses. The tallest one is 8’ tall and 1200 pounds! They’re constructed of laminated plywood, finished and Spar varnished, that they haul to events where people pay to ride them.  WHO KNEW?! Delightful people, quirky, hard working, livng life. A plus on their side is that they have a 20 year old cat who hobbles around with arthritis and tried to rumble a bit with Blackie Boy.

Across the park we walk to a big old converted bus we saw that pulled in behind us. Luckily the gent is outside and we can inquire about this unique “RV.” He is a BC’er from above Lake Osoyoos, 81 years old, an apple farmer.  The bus is a 1973 Motor Coach International, 41’ long, 56,000 lbs. He’s obviously got money, heart attack five years ago, has been doing this RV thang for 29 years with various motor homes – this being his favorite, his wife’s least favorite. It takes a CDL to run it, big ol’ thing. And we walked away with eight of his fresh apples. Score us!!!

Reluctantly we travel south and east to Cherry Valley, a park we’ve stayed in before. Not really excited about it as it was a little run down before and is right on noisy old I 10. But we were pleasantly surprised in that the park is cleaned up and damn nice.  Super people, a little tight between spaces but no big deal, and a million feral and regular cats around – enough so that ours aren’t noted as anything but well-behaved.

We stayed here in particular in order to visit with sister-in-law Rose, who lives nearby in San Jacinto. We had a delightful lunch with her the next day.

Last night we were lucky enough to connect with  two of our very favorite people, C. Blair and Georgia Leckie of Masonic fame. Off we trotted to the favorite El Gallito where I threw all caution to the wind (sorry Dr. Christy) and devoured a big old burrito with sour cream and guac. The thing I loveLOVE about Georgia is that she has this huge, huge heart full of Democratic, Greek Orthodox, love.  This does not mean that she uses only her heart – au contraire my little friends! She is so damn smart.  She tempers her empathy with this incredible intellect that never gives an inch. Fun, fun night ending with this Georgia story:

While they were at their friend’s house preparing for dinner, they were asked if their friend’s brother and wife could join them – sure, no prob. She then explained that her brother had been married four times unsuccessfully and went online to find a new love. He found her, explaining that she had been married three times…..and was also a professional clown. She then divulged that at their wedding the bride had pictures taken of the whole wedding party, with red noses on.  The bride also wore big, floppy clown shoes with her wedding dress.  Apparently the brother, and new bridegroom, made it clear that his new bride needed to “Put Bozo away, enough is enough.” She is suffering withdrawals from not being able to express herself through her alter clown ego.

 A good night’s sleep - rare these days – and waking up in our beautiful park in Indio is delightful.  The red oleander is in full bloom and we have a beautiful, large tree shading us. Everything is bright and sunny: the sky a crisp blue, palm trees bright green and swaying in the breeze, water sprinklers are on, pool gleaming…..and quiet as a tomb. Life is good.

Tomorrow, Monday, brings us to Tony’s initial appointment with his ortho at Eisenhower Medical Center, to see if getting a knee replacement is an option for him. We think it’s a 50/50 chance but we’ll leave it to the doc. After that we’re heading to a local dermatologist who has the light booth we think Tony still needs, to prevent a rash from further development. He is pretty clear – enough so that he can comfortably hit the pool without people pointing and laughing or running in terror. Yay Tony!

Seahawks. ‘Nuff said.