Aging, Animals, Creativity, Emotions, family, Life, Photography, Thinking

Minions to the Rescue

This morning I sit here typing as I sip from my new Minion mug.  My box of Minion stuff arrived yesterday.  I now have a full sized Bob, a Bob nightlight that is light sensitive (turns itself off during the day and on at night unless I switch the light on), my new Kevin mug and a Minion towel (it is covered in happy Minions).  It cheered me up quite a bit.  This is actually my second Minion mug.  One of my associates got me a nice big one for Christmas one year.

Today is Father’s Day here in the U.S.  I don’t know if I will be able to talk to Dad or not this afternoon.  He has taken another turn for the worse.  This time it has started with his tinnitus.  It is loud enough that he is having problems thinking.  When he sent me the email there were misspellings.  Which concerns me.  The last time his spelling started going bad he had a psychotic episode.  I will try to give him a call regardless.

I am getting Chris two t shirts that he wanted for Father’s Day.  He is working again so we will celebrate tomorrow.  Tomorrow is also the Summer Solstice.  Holy cow… Or maybe I should say crow.  I can hear this loud cawing coming from our back yard.   It has to be just on the other side of the fence!  Ok… I went to look.  I found the tree it is in (apparently with a bunch of other birds as I spooked some when I came out) but the leaves on the tree are hiding it.  Once in a while there is an answering caw from the East.

I got a bit of sad news the other day that was confirmed today be email.  My favorite Magic Hat No. 9 will no longer be made in Vermont.  They are closing down the plant.  I guess they are moving to their parent company in New York and opening a plant.  I didn’t know that Magic Hat had had to sell themselves to stay afloat.  They had always touted themselves as being owned by the employees.  The whole situation makes me sad.  I am sensing the end of an era for me.  I wonder how much longer they will last.  Damn damn damn.

Well I am going to wrap this up.  I will share a photo of my Minion stuff and a cool shot I got last night of a bird on our mailbox.  I’m pretty happy with how the bird on the mailbox came out.  I hope you have a great day.  Thanks for reading and stay safe!

Aging, Animals, Creativity, Dogs, Life, Movies, Thinking

New Is Not Necessarily Improved

Atleast the sun is out.  The nights have been cold.  I guess that can keep the bugs down.  Moose and Stella are beside me vying for my attention.  I type a few words then scratch and love them. Ahhh Stella has just gone outside to lay in the sun.  Moose is behind me on the love seat.

I find myself being drawn back into horror movies.  So many of them are just…. so uninteresting.  I am beyond over with zombie flicks.  It has been years since a good werewolf movie has been made.  The same can be said for vampire movies as well.  Ghosts seem to be doing pretty well though.  And demons.  I watched
Don’t Knock Twice” last night and was pleasantly surprised.  The basic premise is if you knock twice on door of a certain house where and old woman commit suicide she would come and get you.  The usual camp fire story.  But what they did with it made me pull out a notebook and start jotting ideas.  They had believable twists and turns that enhanced the story.  The underlying story is about a rehabed and now successful mom trying to get her teenage daughter that she gave up to the system back.  The whole storyline was well done and very compelling.  The characters are well thought out.  Even minor characters may or may not become more as the story unravels.  It is very well done on all fronts.\

There have been so many horror movies that have been touted as being so fabulous and everyone needs to see them then you watched them and wonder how much money was paid to critics to say that.  People just rehash the same stuff over and over with no originality.  I guess that has been one of my big complaints as I’ve gotten older.  Instead building from ideas and stories and giving them a new spin they think they can remake something and call it good.  For instance a lot of the cartoons when I was growing up (oh let’s pick two off my favorites… Winnie the Pooh and Scooby Doo) get remade.  And remade badly.  They make these iconic characters into some thing they are not.  They completely change them so that they resemble the originals in name only.  Now there have been some well done updates to Scooby Doo (not the cartoon series… those new ones all really suck).  The live action movies I didn’t think I would like but I really do.  And my all time favorite is when the tv series “Supernatural” used it in season 13 I believe.  Soooooo my favorite!  One of the few times something has lived up to all the hype!

I will probably watch some more horror once Chris leaves for work this afternoon.  Although I do need to throw more toys over the course of the day.  I didn’t tire the kids out enough last night so they are restless this morning.  I should probably wrap this up so I can get outside while the sun is out.  Thanks for reading and I hope you have a great day!  Stay safe!

Aging, Dogs, Emotions, family, Life, Nature

Mental Health Matters

Yesterday started out well enough.  When Chris got up I took Moose and did the running.  Once we were settled back home I tried calling Mom (no answer) then Dad.  Dad and I Facetimed for a bit but had to hang up with the promise to call back later.  Meanwhile I called Mom back.  We chatted and Dad called a few times while we talked.  I hung up with her and tried calling Dad back.  Two rings then it disconnected.  I figured he was pissed off because I did not answer right away.  I tried a few more times and same thing.  Ok, fine.  I showered and we had dinner.

Things exploded after that.  Dad sends me these garbled emails that make no sense but maybe one word out of what was supposed to be a sentence.  I try Facetime again.  Nothing.  More emails (I sent both texts and emails but got no response from them) that are garbled.  Now I am freaking out.  I miss a phone call from him and he leaves a three minute message thinking he is talking to me and I am not responding.  He says he is calling 911 and gives me all this information about his doctor and to call and, and, and…

I hunt down his partners phone number and call panicked and in tears.  I explain everything that has happened and ask for help.  He says he will go right over and see what is going on and call me back when things are under control.  Flash forward about two hours and I get a phone call from Dad but it is his partner calling.  They put me on speaker phone so I can talk to both of them.  Dad never called 911.  His partner got things straightened out there (I won’t got into detail with all that) so Dad seemed to be coming out of his fugue.  In my eyes he had a psychotic break.  He doesn’t remember much other than he couldn’t get Facetime to work (it seems to be broken on his computer).  So.  That was my day.

To end this post on a good note I bought myself a new glass hummingbird feeder and put it up.  Within say 30 minutes of putting it up we had our first hummingbird arrive.  She even stayed while I was on the phone and the kids were in the yard playing.

I hope your day goes well.  Be safe and thanks for reading…

Aging, Emotions, family, Life, Motorcycles, Nature, Riding, the World, Thinking

What the Future May Hold

Apparently there is something wrong with the laptop. It acts like it gets online but then it cannot find anything online. So I guess I will be doing the blog on my phone. Joy. It if frustrating because it gets online for my email but it cannot find anything once I get into the main search program.

I am trying not to be frustrated with my Mom. If I tell her about Dad’s family or a mutual friend she turns nasty and starts making derogatory comments. To which I always reply keeping things is a positive light but I am getting tired of the nastiness. It is pervading more and more of our conversations regardless of the topic. So no, I can’t not mention someone or something and she will stop. She is turning into a bitter woman. And she knows that she is too. She just doesn’t care. It is very frustrating.

I ended up doing my main yoga routine outside on the deck yesterday. I still surprise myself as to how much I can still do. There are only a few poses that I can’t do fully. I’m pretty proud of that! Now to just keep it worked onto my morning routine… and that will mean getting up early when I finally go back to work. But there it is.

I find myself unhappy that the lockdown is ending. Mostly because I will have to deal with people on a regular basis. Despite being able to highly function when I am out and about I don’t do well with people. I don’t like going out and being around them. This seems to have developed over the past few years. On the outside you would never know but on the inside…. that is why I am thinking I might stock groceries or something instead of deal directly with the public (such as being a cashier). The lockdown has really brought out the ugly in people here in Michigan. I just don’t want to deal with it.

It sounds like Chris will finally have a weekend off! Yay! I know he wants to dig into his project bike (I want to get the Pearl into the garage and out of that cramped shed too). I offer to help as a) I enjoy stuff like that and b) his shoulder might prevent him from doing something. It should be fun for both of us. If my arm is stable enough I might take Rogue out for my “around the block” run (about a 30 minute ride). I am just concerned that I won’t be able to hold the grip. There are times when my right hand will just let go of whatever I’m holding. Not a good thing on the motorcycle.

Goodness! I have been going on! I need to wrap this up and go and read your posts! I hope you and yours are safe! Thanks for reading!

Aging, Creativity, family, Life, the World, Travel, Writing

The Realities

We awoke to ice bits hitting the windows this morning.  Winter is being a stinker!  Happy St. Patrick’s Day!  Not much celebrating will be done this year as all the restaurants and bars (along with gyms and such) have been closed by our governor.  Only thing available with them will be take out.  That being said apparently there is a special unemployment thing for those that get laid off because of all this.  And I think that is a good idea.  So many people are living paycheck to paycheck.  We’ll see how all that works.  So far we are both still employed.

I am having a hell of a time finding any motivation in all this.  I have time, I have energy but I don’t have the motivation.  There is nothing making me want to work on my writing.  And if I can get myself to finally face it I have no idea what to do with it.  No idea where my story is going… and the reviews should be fairly easy to write but no.  The words don’t seem to want to come for any of it.  So I just sit and stare at my notebook with pen in hand.  It is very annoying.  I am going to pull out some of my writing books that have exercises in them and try a few of those.  Something has got to give.

The world is a scary place right now.  Dad is in Montreal and if something should happen to him I won’t be able to get there if they close the border between the U.S. and Canada.  I know he’s not doing well.  His arthritis in his neck (it is actually all through his neck and back) is getting really bad.  He has problems holding his head up because of the pain.  But his doctor says there is nothing they can do to stop the pain.  I know he has had nerve endings cauterized in his back from the pain there.  He has problems sitting for any amount of time now so he spends most of his days either in his recliner or on the couch trying to get comfortable.  He will go days without contacting me because it hurts to sit at his computer (and that is saying something… he has been a computer programmer his whole life and has never been without a computer it seems).  So I don’t know.  I see his health getting worse and nothing can be done to help him.

It looks as though the sun is coming out and the clouds are disappearing.  Something good this morning.  Maybe it will warm up too.  Thanks for reading!  I hope you have a great day!

Aging, Emotions, family, Life, Writing

Life Still Moves Forward

I feel as though I am running behind.  I’m not but…  I have a meeting this morning.  I laid all my clothes out last night.  I need to leave early to put gas in the car.  Today is one of those days I just want to stay home.  Last night my Uncle sent a copy of my Aunt’s memorial video.  That brought everything back.  And now I just want to stay home.  But I made a commitment and I have to follow through.

When I get home I also need to send out clips for another reviewing gig.  This time as a beer reviewer.  I’ll let you know how that one pans out.  I thought it would be fun as it is something different for me.

I might be fighting a cold.  I spent most of my shift outside yesterday in below zero weather.  It took me forever to get warm once I got home.  I took medicine before bed so we’ll see if that helped.  It could be worse.  One of my coworkers slipped and fell on some ice and has probably broken some ribs.  He was miserable.

I read as many blogs this morning as I could and I am sorry for the inconsistency of this one today.  Watching that video last night of my Aunt really hit hard.  I hope everyone has a great day!


Aging, Learning, Life, the World, Thinking

Remembering the Past

I listen to the engine of the truck as it sits outside waiting for the bus to arrive to take their kids to school and remember when I had to take the bus to school.  Every day was an adventure as we had to drive through the heart of Detroit to pick up some of my classmates.  I got to see a lot of life I otherwise wouldn’t have looking out those bus windows.

Looking back I was exposed to a lot of things that people now would’ve thought twice about doing.   Living in Hazel Park was not as risky as Detroit but it could be.  My best friend lived a good hour walk away and I wouldn’t think twice about doing it (especially in the summer).  In the summer I walked everywhere.  I did the same thing when I first moved up here.  I stayed with Mom just up M72 West and I daily would wallk all the way to 14th Street for work.  And in all weather too.

I have very good memories from some of my sketchy behavior.  I got my husband out of that too.  First night my friends tried to snub him and say they only had room in the car for me so he said he’d walk and meet us there.  Well I decided I would walk with him.  That shocked everyone (including Chris I think) and we’ve been together ever since with many of our own wild adventures.

Part of me feels sorry for the generations that have come after mine.  Our world was a bit crazier but a bit safer because of that.

I need to get going for work.  I hope everyone has a great day!

Aging, dreams, Life, Thinking

Walking the Path of Life

This morning has dawned dark and grey.  It has rained a lot up here and there are areas of severe flooding in Traverse.  Things have been a constant state of damp locally.  I see more storms hitting off the east coast.  This makes me wonder what kind or winter we will have.  How cold?  How much snow?   I do have to say that the grey skies do make the fall colors pop.

Each day seems to pass faster than the last.  Even when things are going badly that time seems to just as fast.  Is it because I am coming up on 50 years old soon?  Midlife crisis?  Just the big change from working retail seemingly 24/7?  Unlike my parents I am not thinking of things I did not do and wish I could.  I have done a lot of living in my 47 years.  Yes there are things I did not do but I tend to look at all that I have done.  People I’ve met, places I’ve been and cool things that I was able to do.  Mom likes to point out to people how many celebrities I have met over the years.  I never really think about it but she’s right.  I’ve met quite a few.  Indy car racers and team owners, rock stars and movie stars as well as beloved authors.  I’ve done cool things like drive and Indy car off the track, sit on various famous motorcycles, guard people like Paul Neuman, model with some of the first electric cars ever made, drive around in a Model T Ford…

So I guess what I need to ask myself is where to go from here.  What new mischief do I want to get into?  I’ve got my dream bike and I learned how to ride.  I guess track days is the next logical step.  But what else?  I found one of my bucket lists from my 20s the other day.  I was pleasantly surprised to see how many I was able to cross off.  Not many people can do that.  Maybe that is part of my problem.  I have achieved so much I don’t have anything that I need to accomplish.  There is nothing that if I died today I would regret not doing.  Hmmmm….  I guess I will need to ponder that one.

What would you do if your could?  Who would you talk to?  Who would you be with?  Where would you be?   Something to think about.  Have a great day!

Aging, Cooking/Baking, Dogs, Emotions, family, Food, Life, Movies, Thinking

Flowing Forward and Flowing Back

Have you ever watched a movie that was from the time you were growing up and it all came flooding back?  Then you ponder all the things you’ve done and choices you made.  You wonder where people are, how they are and if they wonder about you.  Well that is what I did last night.  For better or for worse.  It was good to feel the freedom and the freshness of life again.  To have that hope of wide open vistas before you in life.  So much potential!

It was good to do but then those niggling unanswerable questions come up.  Usually starting with “what if.”  That’s when things can turn ugly.  That’s when you do what I did and call a friend that was there.  We had a good long talk about memories and what was going on now in our lives.  I am lucky to have such friends.

Dinner is cooking in the smoker.  I put it in after I fed the dogs.  It is a Puerco pibil  recipe that Chris got from the Robert Rodriguez movie “Once Upon a Time in Mexico.”  It has to be one of his favorite dishes to make.  He likes playing with different variations.  This will be the first time that we have made it in the smoker.  I will let you know how it turns out tomorrow!

I got up around 3:30am- 4am because Stella let me no room on the bed.  I gave up fighting for it and came out into the living room and slept on the couch.  Moose came and slept with me on the couch and Essie slept on the loveseat.  (Moose is barking at something in his sleep.  He just woke the girls up.  lol)  I think the cold is making Essie hurt this morning.  I worry about her.  I’m not sure what to do to help.  I gave her the last pain pill we had yesterday and it seemed to help.  I may end up calling the vet and seeing if we can get more.  I won’t give them to her every day.  Although if she is having rough days as we get into the colder weather that may change.

The new contractor stopped by to look at the garage and talk.  We went over everything that needed to still be done.  He will call later in the week with numbers for everything.  It will be so nice to actually have a garage that we can finally use!  Stay tuned for more info!

By the restless nudgings of my pups I gather it is time to get off of my laptop and get into my life.  I hope everyone has a great day!


Aging, family, Food, Friends, Life, Motorcycles, Thinking, Writing

Beginning in September

So much is going through my head…  August is officially gone.  September and Fall are here.  It has been a year ago today that I started my journey after 15 years of retail work.  My eldest son’s birthday is today as well.  He turns 28 years old.  I am struggling to keep moving forward.  Even though I push myself my everything seems to resist it.  Time is spirally away faster and faster.

Last night I went to the Leatherneck MC event to cover it for the paper.  I almost walked out.  But I pitched the idea to the paper and they accepted.  If I did not deliver what would be on the front page at this late date?  So I plunged ahead.

I was so out of place it wasn’t funny.  For starters I ride a sportbike and prefer it that way.  Lately many of the Harley riders I have encountered  have given me grief over my ride.  It used to be a more friendly atmosphere when riding.  Mentally I was very conscious of this.  Everyone also knew everyone else.  It was like being someone’s date at a family function where you know no one then your date disappears and you are on your own.  But I had paid $10 to get in so I atleast had to stay for the free food.

A few people chatted with me as I stood texting like crazy on my phone as my various family members tried to keep me sane and there.  I was obviously out of place.  I could feel a panic attack pushing toward me but I had to try to do something for a story.  I called a friend in desperation asking him if he wanted to come to the event.  I said I’d pay for him (my last $10) and there was free food.  He could ride or drive.  He said yes.  I breathed a sigh of relief.  But who knows when he was going to show up.  What was I supposed to do til then?

I tried walking around but felt even more self conscious as everyone kept looking at me trying to figure out what I was doing.  So back to stand by the bar I went.  Sadly I was broke so not even a can of beer passed my lips.  And I really really wanted one.

Eventually the food was ready and people started lining up.  I still hung by the bar in hopes that my friend would arrive soon.  No joy.  So I texted him to let me know when he got there and got in line.  I ended up chatting with a bunch of people as we waited.  One gal and I got talking about breast prosthetics (long story) and she was saying that she lost her natural breasts to cancer over 15 years ago.  This led to a funny story about my Grams who also had breast cancer.  After quite a few laughs we were at the food.

Once our plated were filled we went our separate ways.  As I found a stump to use as a table I heard my name and turned to see another friend who had stopped by to get some grub.  So he and I sat and talked over our piled high plates of delicious food.

Not long after I finished my plate I got a text from my friend saying he arrived.  I saw him pull in on his Harley moments later.  Laughing (sort of) I excused myself to go kick my new arrival’s butt for texting while he was riding (supposedly he stopped the bike before he did it).  Well I introduced both of my friends and went to get more food.

Soon we were deep in conversation catching up on each others lives.  Before we knew it the band was warming up and the music started.  Bonfires had been lit as the night was getting chilly even with the sun still up.  The band was awesome (I can honestly say that I enjoyed everything they played).  We took turns guessing the different songs and bands as their first set jammed.

Part of the way through they asked the band to stop for the traditional log lighting.  They carve out a big log and then light it from the inside.  It is actually pretty damn cool.


After that the party kicked off in earnest.  It was all about being with family (for those of you who don’t know the Leathernecks are a motorcycle group made up of Marines so everyone there is considered family) and having a good time.  So my friend and I watched through the first set (I pretty much sang and headbanged through most of it) then chatted with the band.  By this time dark had fallen and everyone was hanging around the bar and bonfires.  We mad it through part of their second set before we left.  My friend didn’t want to leave me on my own so he gently nudged me toward my car.  I took the hint and headed home.

All in all I’m glad I stayed.  Now I just need to sit down at one point to day and get the article written.  Thanks for reading!