Wednesday, February 27, 2008
For Your Viewing Pleasure
Ever since Apolo was a baby, he has helped Lucas practice the viola. It used to make Lucas mad because he couldn't find a place in the house far enough away to not be bothered by Apolo's singing.
Contrary to popular belief, the music does not hurt the canine ear. Dogs are pack animals. To Apolo, Lucas is an equal pack member and the viola somehow triggers his instinct to howl in unison. In Apolo's little brain, Lucas is just a fellow wolf and he is joining the fun. Seriously, he can't help himself.
Ever since Apolo was a baby, he has helped Lucas practice the viola. It used to make Lucas mad because he couldn't find a place in the house far enough away to not be bothered by Apolo's singing.
Contrary to popular belief, the music does not hurt the canine ear. Dogs are pack animals. To Apolo, Lucas is an equal pack member and the viola somehow triggers his instinct to howl in unison. In Apolo's little brain, Lucas is just a fellow wolf and he is joining the fun. Seriously, he can't help himself.
// posted by Janet @ 3:42 PM
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Monday, February 25, 2008
Fruit of the Vine
Dave participates in a wine-making group. Most of them are UW scientists who are applying their years of chemistry and biology into a fun hobby. And since we live in a grape growing region with new wineries springing up every few minutes, making wine is a part of our Pacific Northwest culture. All of these scientists, including my husband, are concerned about enviromental impacts particularly since global climate change is a major concern.
Yesterday, they got together to "rack" the wine from last fall's harvest at our friend's house in Seattle in whose basement the wine-making occurs. The waste or residual grape mash is spread outside around bushes and trees for compost. Naturally, this is the "green" Seattle thing to do. One squirrel apparently observed the wine residue being spread around his little squirrel house and could not believe his good fortune.
It wasn't long before the scientists noticed they had possibly killed a squirrel with too much of a good thing. But no. After his feast of glorious purple treasure, Seattle Squirrel took himself a little nap nose first in the buffet. Eventually, he came to and stumbled home with excuses to Mrs. Squirrel. Wouldn't you like to hear that conversation?
"Look at you! Your face.....is PURPLE. You can barely walk and you smell....like...like...compost. What is the matter with you?"
"Ah, not a thing. You won't believe this but remember the scene in Wizard of Oz where they found a field of poppies....?"
"Oh, sure. Right. Go wash yourself off in the rain gutter."
Let's just hope Mr. Seattle Squirrel doesn't share his secret with all of the other critters in the neighborhood. It might put a wrinkle in things if the EPA shows up requiring the wine-maker scientists to file an Environmental Impact Statement.
Dave participates in a wine-making group. Most of them are UW scientists who are applying their years of chemistry and biology into a fun hobby. And since we live in a grape growing region with new wineries springing up every few minutes, making wine is a part of our Pacific Northwest culture. All of these scientists, including my husband, are concerned about enviromental impacts particularly since global climate change is a major concern.
Yesterday, they got together to "rack" the wine from last fall's harvest at our friend's house in Seattle in whose basement the wine-making occurs. The waste or residual grape mash is spread outside around bushes and trees for compost. Naturally, this is the "green" Seattle thing to do. One squirrel apparently observed the wine residue being spread around his little squirrel house and could not believe his good fortune.
It wasn't long before the scientists noticed they had possibly killed a squirrel with too much of a good thing. But no. After his feast of glorious purple treasure, Seattle Squirrel took himself a little nap nose first in the buffet. Eventually, he came to and stumbled home with excuses to Mrs. Squirrel. Wouldn't you like to hear that conversation?
"Look at you! Your face.....is PURPLE. You can barely walk and you smell....like...like...compost. What is the matter with you?"
"Ah, not a thing. You won't believe this but remember the scene in Wizard of Oz where they found a field of poppies....?"
"Oh, sure. Right. Go wash yourself off in the rain gutter."
Let's just hope Mr. Seattle Squirrel doesn't share his secret with all of the other critters in the neighborhood. It might put a wrinkle in things if the EPA shows up requiring the wine-maker scientists to file an Environmental Impact Statement.
// posted by Janet @ 10:32 AM
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Sunday, February 24, 2008
You Gotta Get Outside!
When the weather turns wonderful like it has been the last week or so, Pacific Northwesterners all go outside. Yesterday, Dave was supposed to be grading papers, our yard needed work, and our house was a gigantic mess but we took off. Dave had been jealous when we took my Mom to Chuckanut Drive. With a clear day and the mountains in view, we headed north to see the snow geese, the swans, and to take a little hike in Larrabee State Park.
What started out as a little .9 mile walk to a view point turned into about a 5 mile hike round trip. Fragrance Lake was another 1.1 miles past the view point and of course, once you reach a lake you must take the trail around the lake. The elevation gain was about 1200 feet so it was enough for a little huffing and puffing on the way up and some knee pain on the way back.
This is not wilderness by any means. Probably, most every Bellingham citizen was on the trail along with all of the dogs who live north of Everett. But it was a pleasant jaunt especially since 45 minutes further towards the mountains, there is at least 10 feet of snow preventing nice little hikes to mountain lakes until about July. The first video is from the viewpoint off of the trail. The second video is at Fragrance Lake and forgive me for yet another dog-fetching-stick video but Apolo makes me laugh. The last video is the trail on our way back but very close to the view point.
When the weather turns wonderful like it has been the last week or so, Pacific Northwesterners all go outside. Yesterday, Dave was supposed to be grading papers, our yard needed work, and our house was a gigantic mess but we took off. Dave had been jealous when we took my Mom to Chuckanut Drive. With a clear day and the mountains in view, we headed north to see the snow geese, the swans, and to take a little hike in Larrabee State Park.
What started out as a little .9 mile walk to a view point turned into about a 5 mile hike round trip. Fragrance Lake was another 1.1 miles past the view point and of course, once you reach a lake you must take the trail around the lake. The elevation gain was about 1200 feet so it was enough for a little huffing and puffing on the way up and some knee pain on the way back.
This is not wilderness by any means. Probably, most every Bellingham citizen was on the trail along with all of the dogs who live north of Everett. But it was a pleasant jaunt especially since 45 minutes further towards the mountains, there is at least 10 feet of snow preventing nice little hikes to mountain lakes until about July. The first video is from the viewpoint off of the trail. The second video is at Fragrance Lake and forgive me for yet another dog-fetching-stick video but Apolo makes me laugh. The last video is the trail on our way back but very close to the view point.
// posted by Janet @ 3:23 PM
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Wednesday, February 20, 2008
So Cool!
A bald eagle woke me up this morning. We have two bald eagles who hang out in our neighborhood and one of them is very verbal. They have a distinctive call and if you wonder what they sound like, think about the opening of the TV show Northern Exposure.
Next, I am drinking my coffee and looking at my newspapers when I look up and realize I am not seeing the neighbor's white German Shepherd, Molly, as usual in their backyard. Instead, I was staring at a coyote! My eyes widened and an "Oh my......!" came out of my mouth. He trotted over their landscaped rockery and ran along our back fence. I couldn't believe it. All of that looking in Joshua Tree National Park did not yield a coyote but I see one right in my own backyard.
A few minutes after that a tug boat putted by pulling a giant log raft with harbor seals enjoying themselves on their "seal cruise." While I was watching them stretch and yawn, noisy bald eagle swooped right in front of my eyes.
All of this happened before 7:30 this morning. 'Tis a busy place!"
A bald eagle woke me up this morning. We have two bald eagles who hang out in our neighborhood and one of them is very verbal. They have a distinctive call and if you wonder what they sound like, think about the opening of the TV show Northern Exposure.
Next, I am drinking my coffee and looking at my newspapers when I look up and realize I am not seeing the neighbor's white German Shepherd, Molly, as usual in their backyard. Instead, I was staring at a coyote! My eyes widened and an "Oh my......!" came out of my mouth. He trotted over their landscaped rockery and ran along our back fence. I couldn't believe it. All of that looking in Joshua Tree National Park did not yield a coyote but I see one right in my own backyard.
A few minutes after that a tug boat putted by pulling a giant log raft with harbor seals enjoying themselves on their "seal cruise." While I was watching them stretch and yawn, noisy bald eagle swooped right in front of my eyes.
All of this happened before 7:30 this morning. 'Tis a busy place!"
// posted by Janet @ 7:49 AM
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Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Weeee Wii!
Spokane was fun. Always, I get a kick out of my husband's family. They have a genetic sense of humor passed on to them through their mother and get togethers are entertaining. Dave's sister turned 60. She lost her husband to a brain tumor 8 years ago but there is a new man in her life and her hopes and dreams have been restored. Dave's physician brother is about to retire from radiology. He is trying to figure out what he will be doing day in and day out. Golf is a huge interest for both Dave's brother and sister. As a result, they have acquired the Wii video game system which includes golf along with tennis, baseball, and bowling.
I do believe that my friend Chuck had trouble finding a Wii system for his son in the Seattle area because my husband's family bought them all up from Helena, Montana to Post Falls, Idaho to Spokane. There weren't enough left on the trucks by the time they reached I-90's end in Seattle. Dave and I were the only folks at this family reunion who did not have a Wii system and had never played it.
The reunion centered on two houses--Dave's sister's house in Post Falls and his brother's in Spokane. All together, there were 18 of us. Dave's sister has three daughters in their 30's and they were all their with their families. The oldest lives in Helena with her husband and two boys ages 8 and 10. The middle daughter also lives in Helena with her baby girl now four who was born three months early and is a Down's child. The youngest lives in Spokane with her husband, 7 year old daughter and three year old little girl adopted from China a year ago. Dave's brother and his wife have four children in their 30's as well but only the youngest girl was with us over the weekend. Spending time with four of my daughter's girl cousins made me realize how much she is like them---the things they say and their humor.
It had been a while since I had seen Gracie with Down's. Life continues to be a struggle for her. Just getting a cold requires her to be hooked up to an oxygen tank and she is still fed through a tube into her stomach. But she is darling, happy and responsive. This was the first time I had been introduced to Abigail born in China. A year ago she had heard nothing but Chinese and only knew a few Chinese words. I was reading books to her and she was babbling a fairly significant English vocabulary. No problem here with development or spunk or personality, that's for sure!
For the first time, I tried Wii. To be honest, I was pretty good at the bowling and came in second out of four players beating my husband. Dave had some trouble and I think it is because the bias is in favor of right handed people. Even though you can pick your player to be left handed, he had difficulties with ball direction. The following video is left handed Dave on the right playing Wii tennis with his brother on the left. Dave's brother is normally and rather quiet mild mannered gentleman until he plays Monopoly and evidently Wii.
Be sure and watch for the curious cat!
Spokane was fun. Always, I get a kick out of my husband's family. They have a genetic sense of humor passed on to them through their mother and get togethers are entertaining. Dave's sister turned 60. She lost her husband to a brain tumor 8 years ago but there is a new man in her life and her hopes and dreams have been restored. Dave's physician brother is about to retire from radiology. He is trying to figure out what he will be doing day in and day out. Golf is a huge interest for both Dave's brother and sister. As a result, they have acquired the Wii video game system which includes golf along with tennis, baseball, and bowling.
I do believe that my friend Chuck had trouble finding a Wii system for his son in the Seattle area because my husband's family bought them all up from Helena, Montana to Post Falls, Idaho to Spokane. There weren't enough left on the trucks by the time they reached I-90's end in Seattle. Dave and I were the only folks at this family reunion who did not have a Wii system and had never played it.
The reunion centered on two houses--Dave's sister's house in Post Falls and his brother's in Spokane. All together, there were 18 of us. Dave's sister has three daughters in their 30's and they were all their with their families. The oldest lives in Helena with her husband and two boys ages 8 and 10. The middle daughter also lives in Helena with her baby girl now four who was born three months early and is a Down's child. The youngest lives in Spokane with her husband, 7 year old daughter and three year old little girl adopted from China a year ago. Dave's brother and his wife have four children in their 30's as well but only the youngest girl was with us over the weekend. Spending time with four of my daughter's girl cousins made me realize how much she is like them---the things they say and their humor.
It had been a while since I had seen Gracie with Down's. Life continues to be a struggle for her. Just getting a cold requires her to be hooked up to an oxygen tank and she is still fed through a tube into her stomach. But she is darling, happy and responsive. This was the first time I had been introduced to Abigail born in China. A year ago she had heard nothing but Chinese and only knew a few Chinese words. I was reading books to her and she was babbling a fairly significant English vocabulary. No problem here with development or spunk or personality, that's for sure!
For the first time, I tried Wii. To be honest, I was pretty good at the bowling and came in second out of four players beating my husband. Dave had some trouble and I think it is because the bias is in favor of right handed people. Even though you can pick your player to be left handed, he had difficulties with ball direction. The following video is left handed Dave on the right playing Wii tennis with his brother on the left. Dave's brother is normally and rather quiet mild mannered gentleman until he plays Monopoly and evidently Wii.
Be sure and watch for the curious cat!
// posted by Janet @ 10:14 AM
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Monday, February 18, 2008
Heading East
Over the weekend, we drove to Spokane. Yes, indeed. I said we DROVE. A surprise 60th family birthday party had been planned for Dave's sister quite some time ago. Dave's brother lives in Spokane and his sister lives another 30 minutes east on I-90 in Post Falls, Idaho. With all of the snow and avalanche problems causing us to fly to Walla Walla, we were not wanting to spend additional funds on flying yet again over the mountains. Luckily, the 30 foot snow pile up has slowed down and the roads were easily passable during the entire 5 hour journey to Spokane on I-90.
But the snow is still up there and in addition, Spokane had two to three feet of snow still mostly unmelted. As such, I did a couple of videos to illustrate. It is so weird because in 45 minutes, you drop down out of the mountains to no snow, green grass and flowers down here at sea level. The first video is Snoqualmie Pass and the second is in front of Dave's brother's house in Spokane.
Over the weekend, we drove to Spokane. Yes, indeed. I said we DROVE. A surprise 60th family birthday party had been planned for Dave's sister quite some time ago. Dave's brother lives in Spokane and his sister lives another 30 minutes east on I-90 in Post Falls, Idaho. With all of the snow and avalanche problems causing us to fly to Walla Walla, we were not wanting to spend additional funds on flying yet again over the mountains. Luckily, the 30 foot snow pile up has slowed down and the roads were easily passable during the entire 5 hour journey to Spokane on I-90.
But the snow is still up there and in addition, Spokane had two to three feet of snow still mostly unmelted. As such, I did a couple of videos to illustrate. It is so weird because in 45 minutes, you drop down out of the mountains to no snow, green grass and flowers down here at sea level. The first video is Snoqualmie Pass and the second is in front of Dave's brother's house in Spokane.
// posted by Janet @ 1:20 PM
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Thursday, February 14, 2008
How Did I Meet That Husband of Mine?
To be honest, the story is somewhat embarrassing because we were children. From the time I was in the second grade in Helena, Montana, I knew who Dave was. We lived in the same neighborhood and went to the same elementary school. During cold winters, my Dad would flood the vacant lot across the street from our house to provide a place to ice skate. Dave remembers skating on my Dad's rink and I know I was there. Also, the boy that lived across the alley from me was one of Dave's friends. This kid had the best themed Halloween parties. At one which must have had a Flintstone's influence, we received little burlap sacks of rock candy. I was amazed at how candy could look just like rocks. Dave remembers that it tasted terrible.
Dave knew my older brother who was tall and athletic; he hung out with some of my brother's friends. Of course, he knew who my father was because he was the Junior High School principal where Dave's much older brother and sister had attended. My golden retriever, Laddie, who had the run of the neighborhood in the days before fences and leashes and paved streets, was recognized by Dave.
When I was in the second grade, a major presidential election was receiving quite a bit of attention. Kennedy v. Nixon. Most of Helena was Roman Catholic so Kennedy was popular. The Protestant kids were mostly Republican--at least it seemed like that in the second grade. I was Episcopalian which was more Catholic than Protestant. My family was for JFK though I do not think it had a thing to do with religion as far as they were concerned. School yards are a different place, however. Dave's family attended the First Christian Church which put them squarely in the Republican camp and anti-Catholic. Dave, in the third grade, was friends with a boy named Rex. Rex was vehemently pro Nixon. Chubby little outspoken Janet was a Kennedy fan. The two of us got into it one day at the merry go round. After that, I never did like that boy Rex or any of his little Republican friends.
I think it is a good thing that Dave never noticed me until high school. He claims he had a vague idea of this girl who was Jim's little sister and the daughter of the Junior High principal. Thank God he has no memory of my chubby, braces, and ugly glasses phase. Dave was not a saint and in fact participated in some teen age trickery that landed him in the principal's office--more than once. Evidently, my father made him clean gum off the bottoms of desks. My father would tell stories at the dinner table about student shenanigans usually without naming names but often I would know exactly who he was discussing. One particularly not nice event involved Dave along with another Dave who was the most popular boy in school and the-girl-with-the-reputation's locker. I will not describe what they did here because---well--it wasn't nice and my husband is really a nice guy.
Along comes high school. I had grown up and out of my chubbiness and shed the glasses for contacts. My tightly curled hair was now long and wavy. Still outspoken and interested in high school politics, I was a member of student council, several honor groups, and I had run for class offices. I was a straight A student. Dave, on the other hand, never studied but managed to pull B's and A's, was a little on the wild side and quite popular. He landed in student council because of popularity and leadership skills.
There we were--in student council in the high school cafeteria in 1969. Dave was a senior and I was a junior. I was late for the meeting and sat near Dave, who I had known about since I was in the second grade. Never in all of those years had we ever spoken. The first words he ever said to me were framed into a snide remark about being late to such an important meeting. I can picture him like it was yesterday. I liked his muscular arms which were a consequence of his after school job of loading cases of pop onto Coca Cola trucks. I was a tad wary of his partying ways but he was ready to get serious about college and had learned a lot from some of his stupidity. It was not long before he asked me to go to a concert with him and then a movie.
And we were smitten.
Happy Valentine's Day--a day late. Yep, sometimes I am late but one time it worked out well for me.
To be honest, the story is somewhat embarrassing because we were children. From the time I was in the second grade in Helena, Montana, I knew who Dave was. We lived in the same neighborhood and went to the same elementary school. During cold winters, my Dad would flood the vacant lot across the street from our house to provide a place to ice skate. Dave remembers skating on my Dad's rink and I know I was there. Also, the boy that lived across the alley from me was one of Dave's friends. This kid had the best themed Halloween parties. At one which must have had a Flintstone's influence, we received little burlap sacks of rock candy. I was amazed at how candy could look just like rocks. Dave remembers that it tasted terrible.
Dave knew my older brother who was tall and athletic; he hung out with some of my brother's friends. Of course, he knew who my father was because he was the Junior High School principal where Dave's much older brother and sister had attended. My golden retriever, Laddie, who had the run of the neighborhood in the days before fences and leashes and paved streets, was recognized by Dave.
When I was in the second grade, a major presidential election was receiving quite a bit of attention. Kennedy v. Nixon. Most of Helena was Roman Catholic so Kennedy was popular. The Protestant kids were mostly Republican--at least it seemed like that in the second grade. I was Episcopalian which was more Catholic than Protestant. My family was for JFK though I do not think it had a thing to do with religion as far as they were concerned. School yards are a different place, however. Dave's family attended the First Christian Church which put them squarely in the Republican camp and anti-Catholic. Dave, in the third grade, was friends with a boy named Rex. Rex was vehemently pro Nixon. Chubby little outspoken Janet was a Kennedy fan. The two of us got into it one day at the merry go round. After that, I never did like that boy Rex or any of his little Republican friends.
I think it is a good thing that Dave never noticed me until high school. He claims he had a vague idea of this girl who was Jim's little sister and the daughter of the Junior High principal. Thank God he has no memory of my chubby, braces, and ugly glasses phase. Dave was not a saint and in fact participated in some teen age trickery that landed him in the principal's office--more than once. Evidently, my father made him clean gum off the bottoms of desks. My father would tell stories at the dinner table about student shenanigans usually without naming names but often I would know exactly who he was discussing. One particularly not nice event involved Dave along with another Dave who was the most popular boy in school and the-girl-with-the-reputation's locker. I will not describe what they did here because---well--it wasn't nice and my husband is really a nice guy.
Along comes high school. I had grown up and out of my chubbiness and shed the glasses for contacts. My tightly curled hair was now long and wavy. Still outspoken and interested in high school politics, I was a member of student council, several honor groups, and I had run for class offices. I was a straight A student. Dave, on the other hand, never studied but managed to pull B's and A's, was a little on the wild side and quite popular. He landed in student council because of popularity and leadership skills.
There we were--in student council in the high school cafeteria in 1969. Dave was a senior and I was a junior. I was late for the meeting and sat near Dave, who I had known about since I was in the second grade. Never in all of those years had we ever spoken. The first words he ever said to me were framed into a snide remark about being late to such an important meeting. I can picture him like it was yesterday. I liked his muscular arms which were a consequence of his after school job of loading cases of pop onto Coca Cola trucks. I was a tad wary of his partying ways but he was ready to get serious about college and had learned a lot from some of his stupidity. It was not long before he asked me to go to a concert with him and then a movie.
And we were smitten.
Happy Valentine's Day--a day late. Yep, sometimes I am late but one time it worked out well for me.
// posted by Janet @ 10:58 AM
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Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Extreme Makeover
Being the age that I am, surgical and non-surgical or invasive and non-invasive methods to appear younger attract my attention now and then. To be honest, I find these efforts to be ridiculous. I admit I am judgemental about celebrities who "young" themselves beyond recognition. It is creepy.
Both of my husband's parents had face lifts. His Mom had more than one. The first one did improve her outlook on life but she complained the subsequent procedures were never quite right. His Dad found the process to be extremely painful and I think he regretted it. What he had done made him look like he had had a good night's sleep. All of it bothered me because they did all of this without telling anyone including their children and they hid in their house behind closed curtains while they healed. Dave's sister finally squeezed the truth out of them. Dave's parents were wonderful and generous people but they had trouble embracing old age.
I won't say I would never ever have anything done. If my eyebrows fall down over my eyes making it difficult for me to look through binoculars, I might see if they could be pulled up a bit. Of course, I have given several anti-wrinkle creams a try and some of them were expensive. I have decided the best revenge against aging is sleep, exercise, eating salmon, fruits and vegetables, and using sun block daily even in Seattle.
Last night I watched a new episode of the TV show, "The New Adventures of Old Christine" starring Julia Louis-Dreyfus. I thought it was hysterical. She pursued the idea of having work done on her body and face in order to be worthy of her highly handsome new boyfriend. The plastic surgeon came up with a hideous "after" photo that she thought was beautiful. The point is surgical beauty is not beauty. It is just weird and people end up not looking like themselves whether young or old.
Also, being that this is an election year, I watch political shows on MSNBC and CNN. I enjoy listening to different sides and arguments and marvel at how James Carville and his wife Mary Matalin can stay married--or Arnold and Maria. I get a kick out of Patrick Buchanan especially when he is paired with Rachel Maddow who I adore. The other day, ultra conservative Patrick Buchanan scared the bejeebers out of me when he stated that if McCain was elected president, he'd make Dick Cheney look like Ghandi. Seriously, you gotta pay attention to warnings like that.
In the last few days, I have seen Patrick Buchanan's sister on the political talk shows. Bay Buchanan is also a pundit and author. In fact, she has written a negative book about Hillary called "The Extreme Makeover of Hillary (Rodham) Clinton." I wasn't sure I was seeing the person I thought Bay Buchanan was supposed to be. Whoa! This woman had some significant work done. I know she is older than me by a few years. Here we go. She looks nothing like she used to look---unrecognizable. She did not even look particularly comfortable as if she was afraid or unable to smile. In a way, she did look more attractive but she did not look real. It was completely distracting so I heard not a word she was saying. Probably, this was a good thing keeping my blood pressure within normal limits. In my opinion, older women have more credibility if they leave well enough alone.
Before
After
Just sayin' it is kind of ironic that the name of her book is "Extreme Makeover."
Being the age that I am, surgical and non-surgical or invasive and non-invasive methods to appear younger attract my attention now and then. To be honest, I find these efforts to be ridiculous. I admit I am judgemental about celebrities who "young" themselves beyond recognition. It is creepy.
Both of my husband's parents had face lifts. His Mom had more than one. The first one did improve her outlook on life but she complained the subsequent procedures were never quite right. His Dad found the process to be extremely painful and I think he regretted it. What he had done made him look like he had had a good night's sleep. All of it bothered me because they did all of this without telling anyone including their children and they hid in their house behind closed curtains while they healed. Dave's sister finally squeezed the truth out of them. Dave's parents were wonderful and generous people but they had trouble embracing old age.
I won't say I would never ever have anything done. If my eyebrows fall down over my eyes making it difficult for me to look through binoculars, I might see if they could be pulled up a bit. Of course, I have given several anti-wrinkle creams a try and some of them were expensive. I have decided the best revenge against aging is sleep, exercise, eating salmon, fruits and vegetables, and using sun block daily even in Seattle.
Last night I watched a new episode of the TV show, "The New Adventures of Old Christine" starring Julia Louis-Dreyfus. I thought it was hysterical. She pursued the idea of having work done on her body and face in order to be worthy of her highly handsome new boyfriend. The plastic surgeon came up with a hideous "after" photo that she thought was beautiful. The point is surgical beauty is not beauty. It is just weird and people end up not looking like themselves whether young or old.
Also, being that this is an election year, I watch political shows on MSNBC and CNN. I enjoy listening to different sides and arguments and marvel at how James Carville and his wife Mary Matalin can stay married--or Arnold and Maria. I get a kick out of Patrick Buchanan especially when he is paired with Rachel Maddow who I adore. The other day, ultra conservative Patrick Buchanan scared the bejeebers out of me when he stated that if McCain was elected president, he'd make Dick Cheney look like Ghandi. Seriously, you gotta pay attention to warnings like that.
In the last few days, I have seen Patrick Buchanan's sister on the political talk shows. Bay Buchanan is also a pundit and author. In fact, she has written a negative book about Hillary called "The Extreme Makeover of Hillary (Rodham) Clinton." I wasn't sure I was seeing the person I thought Bay Buchanan was supposed to be. Whoa! This woman had some significant work done. I know she is older than me by a few years. Here we go. She looks nothing like she used to look---unrecognizable. She did not even look particularly comfortable as if she was afraid or unable to smile. In a way, she did look more attractive but she did not look real. It was completely distracting so I heard not a word she was saying. Probably, this was a good thing keeping my blood pressure within normal limits. In my opinion, older women have more credibility if they leave well enough alone.
Before
After
Just sayin' it is kind of ironic that the name of her book is "Extreme Makeover."
// posted by Janet @ 1:05 PM
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Sunday, February 10, 2008
Always Learning
One of the reasons I have a blog is to be able to write down information I have learned so I am able to remember. My mother was visiting last week and my son is home for another couple of weeks. Of course, the reason my Mom came was for her grandaughter's voice recital which she enjoyed with great delight but there were other hours to fill. Lucas has a degree in Anthropology/Linguistics and is fascinated by American Indian culture and language. My Mom is a perpetual student at Carroll College and is interested in most everything. This combination means we visit museums and historic sites in our extra time.
1. Burke Museum. The Burke is part of the UW campus and currently is hosting a special exhibit called the "Peoples of the Plateau." Actual photographs taken by Lee Moorehouse of the Cayuse, Umatilla, and Walla Walla tribes from 1898 to 1915 were on display along with their bead and artwork. The plateau Indians of Eastern Washington and Oregon are completely different culturally from the coastal peoples. My observation is that they are similar to the plains Indians of Montana. However, my Mom and I agreed that their clothing and crafts seem more ornate than indiginous people further east. As we were looking at the photographs and noticing mission pictures, my Mom explained that Christian denominations divided up the West in order to bring (or force) Christianity to the "heathen" Indians. Evidently, the Episcopalians took on the Dakotas, the Roman Catholics claimed Montana, and the Presbyterians and Methodists planned to convert Washington/Oregon area. The hearty Presbyterians traveled the longest distances by covered wagon. The stoic Roman Catholics endured the unbelievable hardships of Montana but the story goes that the refined Episcopalians waited for the existence of trains before doing the work of the Lord. Figures.
http://www.washington.edu/burkemuseum/
2. Whitman Mission. While in Walla Walla, we visited the Whitman Mission museum and historic site. Coincidentally, the experience was like Part 2 of our Seattle Burke Museum. I knew that Whitman College was named after a missionary, Marcus Whitman. The fancy hotel in town is the "Marcus Whitman" and we had a delightful celebratory dinner at its restaurant called "The Marc" while we were there. I have had the impression that students at Whitman do not want to talk about this particular part of Walla Walla's history. What happened to Marcus Whitman? I had heard stories and it is a touchy subject. The Whitman Mission had the story.
Marcus Whitman was actually a physician. Along with a couple of ministers and his wife Narcissa, he traveled by wagon from St. Louis in 1836. Narcissa was the first white woman to cross the continent. The group spread out over a several hundred mile area with the Whitmans opening their mission among the Cayuse near what is now Walla Walla. The idea was to tame the "savages" and introduce them to the wonderful ways of the white man. This was also the beginning of the Oregon trail which still has ruts by the remnants of the mission to this day. Let's just say the plan to convert the Cayuse didn't go so well. A significant culture clash occurred. The Cayuse were nomadic people, terrific horsemen and not amenable to farming nor the least bit interested in classroom or Bible learning. As more white people followed the Whitmans out west, the Cayuse became concerned their plentiful land and way of life were threatened. Furthermore, the settlers brought disease and in 1847, half of the Cayuse who lived in the Walla Walla area died of measles. In the Cayuse culture, if a medicine man's patient dies, the medicine man must also sacrifice his life. Needless to say, things did not look so good for Dr. Whitman and his wife. They were blamed for both causing the fatal illnesses and for failing to cure the sick.
In November of 1847, the Cayuse attacked the mission and used a tomahawk to murder Dr. Whitman, Narcissa and nine others. Protestant missions were then suspended and relations between the native peoples and the settlers deteriorated into hatred and war. To this day, the history of the native people of our nation is not a success story. None of the strife stopped the westward insurgency of white people. As a matter of fact, thirty years later in the 1870's my own great great grandparents, Susan and Caleb Thompson, followed this route and traveled by covered wagon along the Oregon trail. My great grandmother, Leona Thompson was born in Oregon in 1877. She is the family member responsible for the antique upright cherry wood piano that sits in my bonus room at this moment and opened the world of music to my little girl. It's cool to think that Kaley's great great great grandparents bumped along the rutted road not far from Whitman College where she now studies music.
http://www.nps.gov/whmi/
3. Chuckanut Drive. After we returned from Walla Walla, we decided to spend a day exploring north of Mukilteo. An article in the paper described how flocks of trumpeter swans are now visiting from Alaska and hanging out in farmer's fields up north. Lucas recommended we drive along Chuckanut Drive and check out Fairhaven about an hour and a half away. In all of the years we have lived here, we had never done this. I do not know why except that we have so many options of things to do around here, we never run out. Chuckanut Drive is an old road along Puget Sound originally built in the 1880's. It is narrow, winding, and lined with old rock walls. I felt like I was in a National Park with the views and the waterfalls. Fairhaven is an historic Victorian town on the edge of Bellingham with great shops and restaurants. Seeing fields full of white trumpeter swans along the drive was icing on the cake, as they say. Even though it was pouring rain, we had a nice time.
http://www.chuckanutdrive.com/
http://www.experiencewa.com/byways/Byway.aspx?bwid=2
Jennifer Buchanan / The Herald
http://www.heraldnet.com/article/20080208/NEWS01/583967915/-1/news01#Swans.pass.through.Snohomish.County.in.growing.numbers
View from Chuckanut taken by "moi"
One of the reasons I have a blog is to be able to write down information I have learned so I am able to remember. My mother was visiting last week and my son is home for another couple of weeks. Of course, the reason my Mom came was for her grandaughter's voice recital which she enjoyed with great delight but there were other hours to fill. Lucas has a degree in Anthropology/Linguistics and is fascinated by American Indian culture and language. My Mom is a perpetual student at Carroll College and is interested in most everything. This combination means we visit museums and historic sites in our extra time.
1. Burke Museum. The Burke is part of the UW campus and currently is hosting a special exhibit called the "Peoples of the Plateau." Actual photographs taken by Lee Moorehouse of the Cayuse, Umatilla, and Walla Walla tribes from 1898 to 1915 were on display along with their bead and artwork. The plateau Indians of Eastern Washington and Oregon are completely different culturally from the coastal peoples. My observation is that they are similar to the plains Indians of Montana. However, my Mom and I agreed that their clothing and crafts seem more ornate than indiginous people further east. As we were looking at the photographs and noticing mission pictures, my Mom explained that Christian denominations divided up the West in order to bring (or force) Christianity to the "heathen" Indians. Evidently, the Episcopalians took on the Dakotas, the Roman Catholics claimed Montana, and the Presbyterians and Methodists planned to convert Washington/Oregon area. The hearty Presbyterians traveled the longest distances by covered wagon. The stoic Roman Catholics endured the unbelievable hardships of Montana but the story goes that the refined Episcopalians waited for the existence of trains before doing the work of the Lord. Figures.
http://www.washington.edu/burkemuseum/
2. Whitman Mission. While in Walla Walla, we visited the Whitman Mission museum and historic site. Coincidentally, the experience was like Part 2 of our Seattle Burke Museum. I knew that Whitman College was named after a missionary, Marcus Whitman. The fancy hotel in town is the "Marcus Whitman" and we had a delightful celebratory dinner at its restaurant called "The Marc" while we were there. I have had the impression that students at Whitman do not want to talk about this particular part of Walla Walla's history. What happened to Marcus Whitman? I had heard stories and it is a touchy subject. The Whitman Mission had the story.
Marcus Whitman was actually a physician. Along with a couple of ministers and his wife Narcissa, he traveled by wagon from St. Louis in 1836. Narcissa was the first white woman to cross the continent. The group spread out over a several hundred mile area with the Whitmans opening their mission among the Cayuse near what is now Walla Walla. The idea was to tame the "savages" and introduce them to the wonderful ways of the white man. This was also the beginning of the Oregon trail which still has ruts by the remnants of the mission to this day. Let's just say the plan to convert the Cayuse didn't go so well. A significant culture clash occurred. The Cayuse were nomadic people, terrific horsemen and not amenable to farming nor the least bit interested in classroom or Bible learning. As more white people followed the Whitmans out west, the Cayuse became concerned their plentiful land and way of life were threatened. Furthermore, the settlers brought disease and in 1847, half of the Cayuse who lived in the Walla Walla area died of measles. In the Cayuse culture, if a medicine man's patient dies, the medicine man must also sacrifice his life. Needless to say, things did not look so good for Dr. Whitman and his wife. They were blamed for both causing the fatal illnesses and for failing to cure the sick.
In November of 1847, the Cayuse attacked the mission and used a tomahawk to murder Dr. Whitman, Narcissa and nine others. Protestant missions were then suspended and relations between the native peoples and the settlers deteriorated into hatred and war. To this day, the history of the native people of our nation is not a success story. None of the strife stopped the westward insurgency of white people. As a matter of fact, thirty years later in the 1870's my own great great grandparents, Susan and Caleb Thompson, followed this route and traveled by covered wagon along the Oregon trail. My great grandmother, Leona Thompson was born in Oregon in 1877. She is the family member responsible for the antique upright cherry wood piano that sits in my bonus room at this moment and opened the world of music to my little girl. It's cool to think that Kaley's great great great grandparents bumped along the rutted road not far from Whitman College where she now studies music.
http://www.nps.gov/whmi/
3. Chuckanut Drive. After we returned from Walla Walla, we decided to spend a day exploring north of Mukilteo. An article in the paper described how flocks of trumpeter swans are now visiting from Alaska and hanging out in farmer's fields up north. Lucas recommended we drive along Chuckanut Drive and check out Fairhaven about an hour and a half away. In all of the years we have lived here, we had never done this. I do not know why except that we have so many options of things to do around here, we never run out. Chuckanut Drive is an old road along Puget Sound originally built in the 1880's. It is narrow, winding, and lined with old rock walls. I felt like I was in a National Park with the views and the waterfalls. Fairhaven is an historic Victorian town on the edge of Bellingham with great shops and restaurants. Seeing fields full of white trumpeter swans along the drive was icing on the cake, as they say. Even though it was pouring rain, we had a nice time.
http://www.chuckanutdrive.com/
http://www.experiencewa.com/byways/Byway.aspx?bwid=2
Jennifer Buchanan / The Herald
http://www.heraldnet.com/article/20080208/NEWS01/583967915/-1/news01#Swans.pass.through.Snohomish.County.in.growing.numbers
View from Chuckanut taken by "moi"
// posted by Janet @ 1:44 PM
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Friday, February 08, 2008
Seattle to Walla Walla
The only flights that leave the Walla Walla airport come to Seattle. Even with bad winds and a bumpy flight, the one hour between Seattle and Walla Walla is pleasant especially knowing we are flying over thirty feet of snow in the passes.
Kaley's recital was beautiful. Dave and I were trying to control ourselves. Both of us were tearing up and I almost started sobbing. Our daughter would have been horrified. The recital room was filled with her friends and teachers. She sang a gorgeous selection of pieces that showed off her voice exquisitely. Handel, Debussy, and Mozart were among them. The long blue gown sparkled as did her big blue eyes. But the voice.....!
It is hard to explain how it feels to be a parent of such a gift. And this is what it is--a God given talent we had nothing to do with.
Kaley's friend took pictures. When I get them, I will post.
The only flights that leave the Walla Walla airport come to Seattle. Even with bad winds and a bumpy flight, the one hour between Seattle and Walla Walla is pleasant especially knowing we are flying over thirty feet of snow in the passes.
Kaley's recital was beautiful. Dave and I were trying to control ourselves. Both of us were tearing up and I almost started sobbing. Our daughter would have been horrified. The recital room was filled with her friends and teachers. She sang a gorgeous selection of pieces that showed off her voice exquisitely. Handel, Debussy, and Mozart were among them. The long blue gown sparkled as did her big blue eyes. But the voice.....!
It is hard to explain how it feels to be a parent of such a gift. And this is what it is--a God given talent we had nothing to do with.
Kaley's friend took pictures. When I get them, I will post.
// posted by Janet @ 8:15 AM
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Saturday, February 02, 2008
An Absolute Must
I am the kind of girlie girl that loves romantic comedies. In general, these types of movies are terrible and never receive much in the way of awards or recognition. Sometimes, they do well at the box office. "Enchanted" was one of my enjoyable movie experiences. For me, such movies are fun and simple entertainment.
However, a film is in theaters now which is mind blowing for its performances. Lucas and I went to it yesterday. The title, "There Will Be Blood," provides a clue about content. It is not necessarily fun to watch. Daniel Day Lewis stars as the main character with Paul Dano as the supporting actor. I last saw Daniel Day Lewis in "Gangs of New York" and was mesmerized by his acting then. Paul Dano was the troubled teen in "Little Miss Sunshine" who refused to talk.
Daniel Day Lewis was superb in "There Will Be Blood." I do believe that this is the best performance I have ever seen in my entire life. Watching him work in this film is an unbelievable treat--to see the extent to which a human being can bring life to a person other than himself. What is power? What is greed? What is evil? What is sin? And who is without sin?
If you could only see one more movie in your life, it would have to be this one. Go see it.
http://www.paramountvantage.com/blood/
I am the kind of girlie girl that loves romantic comedies. In general, these types of movies are terrible and never receive much in the way of awards or recognition. Sometimes, they do well at the box office. "Enchanted" was one of my enjoyable movie experiences. For me, such movies are fun and simple entertainment.
However, a film is in theaters now which is mind blowing for its performances. Lucas and I went to it yesterday. The title, "There Will Be Blood," provides a clue about content. It is not necessarily fun to watch. Daniel Day Lewis stars as the main character with Paul Dano as the supporting actor. I last saw Daniel Day Lewis in "Gangs of New York" and was mesmerized by his acting then. Paul Dano was the troubled teen in "Little Miss Sunshine" who refused to talk.
Daniel Day Lewis was superb in "There Will Be Blood." I do believe that this is the best performance I have ever seen in my entire life. Watching him work in this film is an unbelievable treat--to see the extent to which a human being can bring life to a person other than himself. What is power? What is greed? What is evil? What is sin? And who is without sin?
If you could only see one more movie in your life, it would have to be this one. Go see it.
http://www.paramountvantage.com/blood/
// posted by Janet @ 11:15 AM
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Friday, February 01, 2008
Buried in Quicksand? How About Snow?
Snoqualmie Pass, photo by WSDOT
Probably my biggest fear in life is being in a car traveling over snowy and icy highways. It terrifies me. Even getting out of little old Mukilteo on Monday morning caused my deodorant to fail. On Tuesday of next week, our plan is to travel to Walla Walla to see our daughter's sophomore voice recital. My Mom is flying to Seattle from Montana to join us.
The problem is 70 miles of I-90 has been closed for three days due to snow and avalanches. They have 120 inches up there and even the ski hill is shut down. Snow has been piling up a foot a day. The loss to Seattle's economy is $20 million a day and our governor has declared a state of emergency. My nephew who is a ceramics artist and teacher, made us a sink for our powder room and at this moment it is probably sitting in a truck up on Snoqualmie Pass. At one point yesterday, Stevens Pass was closed, too, making Seattle completely isolated. I-5 to Portland is open with no problems and at this point it is looking like we will be going the long way around to Walla Walla which will take us 8 hours instead of 4 or 5. We will get there somehow--some way.
Even if they do reopen I-90 by Tuesday, the trip will be scary for me. To be honest, there is no way you can slide off the road at Snoqualmie because it will be like driving through a snow tunnel. But, the risk is that a large area of snow will slip off the mountainside burying the car. Last night at 2 AM, another avalanche hit the road and the Washington State DOT people are at a loss as to what to do. Today, I keep watching the news and the weather reports. Lucas is excited because if we do have the opportunity to drive over the pass, it will be the most snow any of us have ever seen, including my nearly 80 year old Mom.
My brain needs to turn my dread and terror into positive anticipation. Yes, I will take my flip and my digital to document the adventure.
Snoqualmie, photo from King5 Where is the highway?
Snoqualmie, photo from King5 Steep slopes ripe for avalanche.
http://www.king5.com/topstories/stories/NW_020108WAB_I90_avalanche_LJ.7c42c2dd.html
UPDATE: It is now Tuesday morning and yesterday after viewing the horrendous forecast, I booked us on the one hour Seattle to Walla Walla flight and we leave this afternoon. AND, it just so happens, the passed is now closed due to snow (2 to 4 feet expected in the next two days) so I made the right call.
Snoqualmie Pass, photo by WSDOT
Probably my biggest fear in life is being in a car traveling over snowy and icy highways. It terrifies me. Even getting out of little old Mukilteo on Monday morning caused my deodorant to fail. On Tuesday of next week, our plan is to travel to Walla Walla to see our daughter's sophomore voice recital. My Mom is flying to Seattle from Montana to join us.
The problem is 70 miles of I-90 has been closed for three days due to snow and avalanches. They have 120 inches up there and even the ski hill is shut down. Snow has been piling up a foot a day. The loss to Seattle's economy is $20 million a day and our governor has declared a state of emergency. My nephew who is a ceramics artist and teacher, made us a sink for our powder room and at this moment it is probably sitting in a truck up on Snoqualmie Pass. At one point yesterday, Stevens Pass was closed, too, making Seattle completely isolated. I-5 to Portland is open with no problems and at this point it is looking like we will be going the long way around to Walla Walla which will take us 8 hours instead of 4 or 5. We will get there somehow--some way.
Even if they do reopen I-90 by Tuesday, the trip will be scary for me. To be honest, there is no way you can slide off the road at Snoqualmie because it will be like driving through a snow tunnel. But, the risk is that a large area of snow will slip off the mountainside burying the car. Last night at 2 AM, another avalanche hit the road and the Washington State DOT people are at a loss as to what to do. Today, I keep watching the news and the weather reports. Lucas is excited because if we do have the opportunity to drive over the pass, it will be the most snow any of us have ever seen, including my nearly 80 year old Mom.
My brain needs to turn my dread and terror into positive anticipation. Yes, I will take my flip and my digital to document the adventure.
Snoqualmie, photo from King5 Where is the highway?
Snoqualmie, photo from King5 Steep slopes ripe for avalanche.
http://www.king5.com/topstories/stories/NW_020108WAB_I90_avalanche_LJ.7c42c2dd.html
UPDATE: It is now Tuesday morning and yesterday after viewing the horrendous forecast, I booked us on the one hour Seattle to Walla Walla flight and we leave this afternoon. AND, it just so happens, the passed is now closed due to snow (2 to 4 feet expected in the next two days) so I made the right call.
// posted by Janet @ 8:06 AM
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