Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Hazards aplenty...

Dad flew home from his successful trout fishing adventure in Ideeho, Monday. 
Just down the hill from my brother's house, is a nice golf course, that no one seems to play. 
 

I asked Dad if he played the course while he was there, "No, I was there to fish. Besides, there are always herds of elk on it."
Dad was an avid golfer til a couple years ago when his legs started to fail him.  He has tried a couple of times since I moved up, but it is really not that doable, as he can't stand unaided, much less swing. I have tried holding him up, but he really can't swing like he wants to, and his balance is thrown off.
Yesterday he said, "Let's go play nine holes tomorrow. We can rent a cart." 
Tomorrow became today. The weather was cold, but there was a clear blue sky, and we are ringed on three sides by snow covered Mt Shasta, Mt Lassen, & Yolla Bolly. A beautiful day to be outside.
We went to the nine hole course on the edge of town. 
  
I got a cart, loaded up our golf bags, and a corona with lime wedge for me (Dad didn't want anything). Stuck the score card on the steering wheel and away we went. It was mid week, we have had rain daily until today, so there was only a couple other people on the course.
First hole, I talked Dad into going first, he barely made it to the tee, using both drivers as walking sticks, and my holding him steady.  He teed up, took a couple practice swings, and then swung, only driving the ball a short distance. He started to fall from his momentum and I grabbed him to keep him from going down. He promptly elbowed me in the nose. He said he was done, this wasn't going to work, but he really wanted me to play, and he would coach from the cart.  I felt so sorry for him, it has to be terribly frustrating to mentally be so sharp, and physically not able to do the things he used to do with ease.
I played four more holes, and then we ran out of daylight.
Dad's a good coach, and my game got a little better with his tutoring. I did miraculously manage to find the water hazards a couple of times. 



I walked the course while Dad drove the (beer) cart. By the time I finished my beer I had gotten my driver under control, and the walking was great.
On the way home I realized, for all the years mom and Dad played nearly every course on the west coast, they never asked me to play with them. Most likely because I was busy working, pushing cows, riding horses, and raising kids.
The things I like best about golf: you are outside, on green grass, and usually near water.
Dad says we are going to start golfing weekly. Now he's a crafty ol cuss, so there are undoubtedly hazards aplenty...

Thursday, November 24, 2016

Thankful...






Each day I am
THANKFUL
for
Nights that turned
into mornings,
Friends that turned
into family,
Dreams that turned
into reality,
and
Likes that turned
into love

Happy Thanksgiving 





I am especially thankful for Dad,

who is, as you can plainly see having a terrible time,  
at my brother Buzz's 
in Ideeho...



he's been catch'n the heck out of the trout





Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Choosing The dress...





Friday was the day granddaughter Ali chose her wedding dress.  What a time, on the way down to meet with the rest of girls, I realized, dammit, I forgot the champagne and flutes. No time to go back or stop on the two hour drive down. Surely, someone else will have brought some. Nope, So after we had been through the first round of dresses, I snagged one of the girls, and we went and found two bottles of bubbly and flutes, Yep we did.



I had not a clue what granny of the bride was supposed to wear to this sort of day, so the skinny jeans, high top cowboy boots and a dressy jacket were it.  I fit right in, as all the others were wearing variations of the same thing. We are Country.
Marymine said she had dug out my wedding dress, and they had all tried to get into it without success.  They laughingly decided I was a tall stick when I got married. I had not realized she still had it, that dress is darn close to 50 years old... 
Ty's mom & dad had flown in from Kansas the day before so his mom could be in on the choosing of The dress. What a charming and funny lady, she said "being the mother of sons, made being included in this day very special for me!" She loves Ali, and it shows.
We looked at dozens of dresses, Ali tried on quite a few, and then we narrowed it down to three, and then we all decided that this, this was The dress...



It is gorgeous on her.  (I'm only showing the back because though I am brave, I know they "will" shoot me if anyone sees the whole thing before hand.)

It was a good day, filled with love and laughter.

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Coming in Hot..




  
My youngest granddaughter, Miss B, (who has CP) has a new ride! Thanks to the generosity of family and friends, and the expertise of Recumbent PDX, in Portland. My Sean said that thing really hauls and that she has crashed once already, from coming in too Hot. She and the bike are fine. She should get many years of good use out of it. Yay, Miss B!

Dad and Ol Ugly are on the road to Ideeho to go Salmon fishing with my brother.  Buzz and his wife drove down to pick them up Tuesday.  Hopefully, Dad will catch some salmon from Ol Ugly, and have a great Thanksgiving with that part of the family. 
I told Dad it might be wise to have the local padre up there bless that damn boat, before they put in, just to be on the safe side.
This is the first time I have not had Dad around other than a day or two in the last three years.  Willie and I  miss that ol coot already. No one needing this or that or ringing his Donger* for his daily coffee milkshake. It is feeling strange.

 *Donger (a cowbell with a handle)

  
 made by this Ideeho nephew.


In other news:

 I've renewed my CCW permit for another two years. That means I took the classes, got recertified, got interviewed by the detective, and paid all the outrageous class, city and state fees.  I agree with the necessity of vetting, I don't agree with the frequency, or the cost.

 My granddaughter Ali has invited me to be part of the party when she picks out her wedding dress this week. I am really looking forward to seeing the girls and taking part.

A cousin and I are going to hit the range for some trap time, as we both have new boomsticks.  He has moved back to Cali from Texas to take care of his dad.

I have been in Warrior Granny Yoga, with the other ol ladies, for a while now. And just the other day at the end of a long grueling circuit session, one lady (retired school teacher) laughingly said to me... "you are like the second grader that needs to be seated right next to the teacher, because she never knows what you are going to do next!"  I will take that as a  compliment to my enthusiasm for life, and coming in Hot...

   

Friday, November 11, 2016

Thank You Veterans...




Thank You, just never seems to be enough, but it is most heartfelt.
Thank You, to the veterans that have served our country, because of you, our country stands for freedom.  
Thank You, to the three veterans in my family, and the many more that are considered family.

"Doc on the far left, he did more for us than most people will ever know. Thanks".
 (Doc is my Navy corpsman grandson, Cody)

Thursday, November 10, 2016

Why...



going forward


The mom of these two nephews wrote the following, I think it bears repeating.


"To all the people whose behavior over the past 48 hours has been absolutely atrocious I just have one word for you? WHY? Why are your fears so much worse than mine were? Why is it ok for you to bully, to name call, and to generalize people who disagree with you as uneducated because they don’t share your beliefs or vote?
For the past two presidential elections the vote did not go my way, so YES… I can sympathize with your feelings of fear for the unknown, anger for the thought of how ANYONE can vote this person into office, anxiety over having an uncertain future for me, my family and my country. I know you are feeling these things because I have been there and I have felt them too but what I absolutely cannot wrap my head around is your behavior. It’s shameful….in the past eight years I have never picketed, rallied, or protested the leader the American people voted for. I never bullied or belittled others who didn’t share my same belief systems. I did not insult their intelligence because of our varying views. I did not blast disrespectful garbage about the president on every social media site possible. And most importantly I damn sure didn’t burn the American Flag.
I thought you were supposed to be the people preaching love and acceptance. I thought you were against hate…all forms of hate! But an election doesn’t go your way and the vile things spewing from your mouths, posted on your social media sites, and all of your downright embarrassing behavior leads me to believe you should probably sit down and do some self-reflection and maybe try practicing what you preach. For the past 8 years I have felt defeated, stifled, and often time hopeless yet I still did not react in hate. I did not call others with different political views and beliefs names or accuse them of being stupid or uneducated. I never hoped that the president would fail or even worse be assassinated, and I never NEVER stopped loving my country. You know what I did; I picked myself up, dusted myself off and prayed that the man the people elected could do the job because even though I didn’t vote for him nor did I agree with most of his views he WAS the people’s choice.
So it goes back to my original question…WHY? Why is it ok for you to behave poorly, say abhorrent things, and burn American flags when if the role was reversed you would crucify me and label me as un-American and racist or even sexist for doing the exact same thing you are doing now? It’s time to show some maturity…treat people with respect…Treat our FLAG with respect because a lot of people have died protecting it for you and me and they deserve better.
As for the President of the United States, it’s only been two days why don’t you sit back and see what he has to say and what he does for the country….let’s see if he can turn some of this mess around. At the very least conduct yourselves like the classy Americans I know you can be, and in the end if you still aren’t happy with his results at least you’ll have your righteous indignation to fall back on."  ~  B. Martin

 

Wednesday, November 2, 2016

It runs in the family...

granddaughter Ali  driving tractor
 All Marymine's crew are well and busy with farming, school, and sports.

Haven't gotten to see my Sean since June, and that is a long time between hugs for his mom.   He is a workaholic, so it was great to see photos of him enjoying time away from the grind with family. He and his girlfriend flew to Vegas for the weekend, and he happened to meet up with two of his cousins (there for a friend's wedding). 


It has also been too long since Granny got to hug on Sean's girls. Photos are great but it isn't the same. His oldest, Jacey and her BF going to Home Coming 2016.



Miss B being the cutie she is.


~~~ 
I have been trying to stay out of trouble here, and for the most part succeeding, well other than punching my Yoga Instructor   
We were doing the circuit training part, before the yoga part, and I was on the station that was: punch, punch, elbow, elbow, kick, kick.  (The punch part is a controlled move, not a wild swing.) That's what I was doing when my instructor said, "you need a target, here..." and Bless her heart, she stepped right in front of me, just as I punched.  Her reflexes are good enough that she was able to block the punch. (My control was such that I pulled the punch, and if you believe that you are way slower than I thought...) We laughed, all was good. 
Later my hand went a little cattywampus, but Doc says it isn't broken, Yay! Doc was funny: "Haven't seen you in two years! You take no medications! Still doing all the things I told you not to?" 
"Yep!" I said. 
"BP is 110/68, hand is badly bruised, but that's not your preferred gun hand, now get outta here." 
Next yoga class I'm going with a honking big fake cast on my hand and arm, cause warrior granny yoga is not for sissies, and attitude runs in the family...