Thursday, February 28, 2013

And now.... reality sets in.

It's time to order seeds to start my plants for the garden.



Plus the band has a gig in two weeks.  Holy Cow!  There are eleven new songs on the gig list.  I'd better get to the keyboard and soon.


You can't get there from here.

I hate flying.

It's a very unpleasant experience that we all have to put up with if we intend to go anywhere that's a long distance.  Retired Mountain Man and I drove to Spokane on Thursday night so that we could catch a plane to Fort Lauderdale the following morning.  On Friday we got up at 5:00 a.m. and flew 3773 miles to reach Fort Lauderdale at 11:00 p.m.  Our pilot said we were fortunate because we landed 20 minutes early.  Cool!  Except it turned out the baggage handlers in F.L. could not unload luggage when it's raining so we proceeded to wait over an hour for them to unload our luggage onto the ramp.  We were finally in our hotel room by 12:30 a.m.

We were crabby.



The next morning things began to look a little bit better.   It was a beautiful day.   Remember that positive thinking goal I was working on?   It was still around as long as my Red Dot was not moving.


We fill out our 100th form that says Princess, the hotel, the tour guides and the bus driver are NOT liable for anything that happens to us on our cruise.



Linda posing her best profile on the transfer bus.















Waiting for "Sail Away". 

                             
We're off!


OK!  We are finally having fun!
 
 
Leaving F.L.
 (You couldn't pay me enough to ever live there)

 



We finally meet this lovely couple, Martin and Martha.  We were scheduled to go on a cruise with them last year, but it was cancelled at the last minute.

 Martha spent most of the trip with a Red Dot somewhere on her neck, working it's way up to her forehead.  ("You need to wear your blue shirt on formal dress night!"   "Yes, we are going to have our photo taken, Martin".)  


Notice he's not wearing a blue shirt.  The Red Dot is out!




The first sunset.



I hope this babies keep running for the next ten days. 




Destination:  Aruba, 1094 nautical miles.




Wednesday, February 27, 2013

The Red Dot Warning.

Photo - Martin McNeese
While on our cruise vacation we saw a comedian who told jokes about how men and women differ when they get angry.  His take was that men get angry, they blow up, and then they are done with it and get on with life.  Women, on the other hand, get angry and hold it in.  The anger begins as a small red dot that slowly builds up and works it's way up from the neck to the middle of the forehead. It then explodes!  The explosion goes on and on and on.  Kind of like a volcanic eruption. 

The three ladies could not resist using the "Red Dot" line for the rest of our time on the cruise.  We pointed to our foreheads every time our husbands made some stupid remark that got them into trouble and said "Red Dot!  Red Dot!"   Amazingly, it seemed to happen frequently on the cruise.

One of the men would say something really dumb like, "I don't want to get my picture taken on formal night, do you?"  or   "I really don't feel like dancing right now."

"Red dot warning!  Red dot warning!"  we would exclaim as we pointed to our foreheads.

The photo is courtesy of  OKC Martin, who was a frequent recipient of the "Red Dot Warning" from his wife Martha.  (I hope you are finally out of the doghouse Martin.)

It's almost time to do a final wine tasting.

That would be for this year's white wine.  I will be checking it soon and do the final racking before we bottle it around April 1st.


April Dawn 2011

I am not a grape wine purist.  In other words, I am quite fond of white wines made with additional fruit.   At least half of my wine juice includes grapes, but I really like adding pear, apple, peach or plum to the grapes to get a unique taste.  It makes a very nice, crisp light dry wine.    The 2011 April Dawn white wine was quite tasty.   The 2013 will be in the bottle soon.








How many days until Spring?

I looked it up. It's March 20th.  That doesn't seem so far away.  I can start looking for that first flower blossom in the woods.





I should have some of these in my flower bed.






Wednesday, February 13, 2013

We'll be famous soon and travel across the seas......

"The cool thing about being famous is traveling. I have always wanted to travel across seas, like to Canada and stuff."   Brittany Spears
 The Cougar Creek Band has been asked to play at the Hope Marketplace Cafe every month!  Can you believe it?   Fame and fortune will soon be in our grasp.

Dumpster gig 2009

 I've always wanted to go to B.C. 




Tuesday, February 12, 2013

What does thirty days of positive thinking do for you?

Did you set a goal or make a New Year's Day resolution?  

Today is the end of my thirty day goal of positive thinking.  I set that goal to help me stay motivated to continue eating healthy so that I can reduce my cholesterol levels and high blood pressure.


My Goal: Lower my cholesterol and blood pressure
LDL: Below 100
HDL:  Near 60
Triglycerides:  Below 150
Blood Pressure:  120/80
Deadline:  June 12, 2014 (Sub-deadlines:  Blood test to check levels  -  June, 12, 2013  and Dec. 12, 2013)

My new 30 day goal is to lose 4 lbs.  My plan to meet that goal is to exercise, follow the DASH Diet plan, stay positive and chart my progress.


I have been on the DASH Diet 14-day action plan and finish it today.  I believe the positive thinking goal helped me stay on track.  It also helped me to be more positive about other things, such as practicing my piano and guitar and not getting too stressed out about our performances at the cafe and Mardi Gras.




This is one of Retired Mountain Man's dahlias. It has nothing to do with my goal except that just looking at it makes me feel good.   It is so beautiful!



 




Monday, February 11, 2013

Living the dream

This is my favorite poem written by a young man with many talents.  He is a musician, naturalist and poet. 


This is Hope 
by Joseph Heisel

Between the blessings of each day,
in the pre-dawn eddy,
there is a stillness.

That is where you will find me.

I will be standing in the water,
with my face turned into the wind,
holding my breath, listening to the sound
of your voice.

When the sky has turned just right,
and my dreams are clear,
I go down to the water.

I go back to that place
where the river asked me in.

That place where I felt your hand
in mine.

That place,
where you first loved me.

I should also add that he is a forester, tree-climber and one who is willing to give anything a try.  I admire that.


I love this poem because it reminds me of  a very special moment in my life.

It was the first time I came to Hope in 1972 and Retired Mountain Man and I walked through the woods on his five acres together.  I knew at that moment that this was the place where I wanted to live.  Our dream of building a home on the mountainside in Hope began.  


West wall of the house goes up.  Summer 1980.  The house that many friends helped build.




The Season of Misrule has begun....

The weather was perfect.  The music was great and the food was awesome.  What more could you ask for?  Good times and good friends. 



King Joe reads the proclamation



Queen Lora and King Joe  




Lighting the flambeaus 
















Linda is ready to roll
















And we're off!





The Grand Marshal of the Parade




The Second Line

Band in front of the Second Line







Our Pirate



Two very goofy girls

Yes, they should be in New Orleans!




Second Line stragglers

Pirate Princess





  There was a lot of kiss-face going on.




















Thank you Neil and Ann!  As always, it was a great party.

“laissez le bon temps rouler”



Last but not least, is Retired Mountain Man who keeps us all as organized as possible.  It's something like trying to herd cats.  He has a lot of frustrating moments, but puts up with all of us.
 



 


Sunday, February 10, 2013

Frosting the King Cakes, I think my purple frosting is kind of blue, but.....


....hopefully they will taste good!  There's certainly enough sugar in them to counter any bad taste.