Friday, January 20, 2017

YMCA to the Rescue

I'm sure you remember it....the catchy song from 1978 by the Village People:  YMCA.  Just click here and you can listen to it.  The cop, Indian, cowboy, construction worker and more.  Every high school dance played the record and teens flailed their arms up and around trying to spell out Y..M.C.A.






As a kid I didn't have much experience with the YMCA.  They sponsored a trip to Disneyland really cheap with bus included each Summer and my Mom happily sent us for a day of peace.  In our town the YMCA was pretty much for boys.  There WAS a YWCA but if I recall correctly (and it HAS been a long time) they had a reading room and helped out "girls in trouble." I went to the public library for my reading material.

So here I am in Minnesota in January.  My activity level has gone down drastically because we now live in the country, the snow is deep and the drive and roads are too icy to walk on.  I still get in 10 or more flights of stairs but not so many steps.  I had checked out a few gyms but I have arthritic knees and hips and weights and elliptical machines and the like aren't for me.  I'm not a weight lifting kind of gal either.  I want a pool for my dream exercise (besides walking) is aquatic exercise.  Be it calisthenics, dance, jazzercize in the pool or just plain walking in the water I love it.  LOVE it!  My good friend and neighbor Laura said she had joined the YMCA in Prior Lake just 12 miles from my house.  She'd love to pick me up two days a week and she sent me a copy of their classes.  Imagine my delight to find there is a water exercise class nearly every hour of the morning!  So I joined the YMCA on Wednesday.



I learned quickly no photographs so this is a stock photo of one of my favorite things.   The Vortex!  I call it the not-so-lazy river.  If I walk against the water flow on the inside I can only keep it up for about 20 minutes.  I tried it on the outside and it knocked me off my feet!  There are two pools.  

Just to the left of this picture is the lap pool.  This is where I can take my classes.  I've been twice so far and hope to make it 3-4 times every week.  Half an hour on my own....walking in the Vortex, exercising in the pool next to it and then an hour of instruction.  Finally a dip in the hot tub.  AHHHH.  I tell you  the hometown YMCA was never like this.  I watch Korban on Mondays sometimes and I can take him to the child care center....best indoor playground I've ever seen with a very very low ratio of kids to care givers.  I might even take a tap dance class. You never know. Maybe I'll ask the trainer to help me use some of the equipment in the gym.  But I probably won't join the basketball team.  Just sayin.....

Thursday, January 12, 2017

The Trail of Fire....Part 1

 Today marked the end of the first of three parts of our journey on the Trail of Fire.  Winter is upon us, lots of snow and below zero temperatures.  When I went out to feed the birds today I thought to myself, "Oh it's 8 degrees out, I don't need my coat."  I went out with just my slippers over my socks and then had second thoughts.  I was going to be out for about 3 minutes and I knew I needed my coat.  Turned out that with the wind chill it felt more like -15!

For the past 6 weeks Mr. Scottie Dog has been getting up in the dark.  Monday through Friday with the exception of Thanksgiving and Christmas he's made the cold, dark drive early each morning to St. Francis Cancer Center for his radiation treatments.  St. Frances Hospital is in Shakopee, the county seat for Scott County and just up the road about 15 miles.  But these early morning trips take close to half an hour.  First off, it's winter.  Snow, icy roads and crazy drivers make it necessary to go "the back way."  If Mr. Scottie Dog relied on 169 to get him there, chances are it could take much more time.  169 clogs up with commuter traffic and in the winter there is often an accident or seven blocking one or both lanes going north.  We live in the country so the back way is unpaved (and often unplowed) roads to get around.  Most of the time Bill went by himself but once or twice a week I'd go with him.  The sun comes up about mid-way on the trip and the skies were amazing.  The people at the cancer center are wonderful and caring people.  They have donuts and coffee every day for the patients and caregivers.  I don't drink coffee or eat donuts, but it's a nice gesture.  There was an older man there every time I came and today one of the nurses mentioned that his wife passed away last year.  But he still comes in five days a week for his coffee and donut!
 Here's a view out the front door at our place.  Brrrr!  Cold!

The past six weeks have been rough for Mr. Scottie Dog.  Radiation is just that....burning radiation!  There were weekly trips to Burnsville for blood work and consultations with his Oncologist and Oncology Radiologist. He'd had some pain prior to Christmas but was able to control  with over the counter meds.  Christmas night the horrific pain began.  Burning, tearing of soft tissues.  I don't begin to know how bad it hurt but my gentle stoic husband moaned and cried out with pain.  His days were filled with pain and fatigue.  I would sit and pray with tears streaming down my face as he endured it.  Bill was happy when they first gave him Vicodin (this is the man who refuses to take aspirin for a headache) and then just days later he asked for something stronger.  Very little complaining.  With his appetite gone I had to cajole him to eat.  I think if I hadn't insisted he'd have forgone eating altogether.  When he wasn't sleeping he was hurting.  He's brave but several times he said he thought the radiation (and the chemo pills he was taking) might kill before the cure.  He longs for the surgery (Step 2 in our Trail of Fire).

 One of the benefits of having cancer is that you get to park close.  The doors to the Cancer Center are just to the left of this sign.  I took this picture today just after we had left for the last time.  Big smiles.  And then we went out for ice cream! (Who cares if it was 4 degrees out?)

Now there is a rest for a bit.  The radiation will continue to shrink the rectal tumor and the surrounding lymph nodes for a few weeks and hopefully the sores and tears will have time to heal.  We are hoping that the pain lessons as the weekend days were always a bit better than radiation days.  In a couple of weeks he'll visit his surgeon (who is high on the list of the top 10 surgeons in MN) and set up Part 2: Surgery.  We expect it to be mid March.  There will be 5 or 6 days in the hospital after the 5 hour surgery.  Then the coming home and learning how to live with a colostomy.  Bill's already found a FaceBook group that will help him and there are local groups too.  They say surgery should be a piece of cake after the radiation.  I hope so!

We covet your continuing prayers....and many thanks to all who are helping out in big and small ways.  It's humbling for us to be in a position of needing help and that help and  leaning on the Lord has gotten us through this journey so far.


Tuesday, December 6, 2016

A New Beginning This December

We have moved into our new house! Well, technically we have moved TO our new house.  We are still living in the trailer and will for a couple of weeks yet.  The new house sits on 2.5 acres just outside Jordan, MN on a small hill above an apple orchard.  Our neighbors are mostly farmers, but one bonus is that we are already close friends to two families that live in the neighborhood!
 The house is large...not quite the downsizing we thought we'd be doing at this time in our lives, but will eventually suit us well.  It was a foreclosure and needs a lot of work.  A split-level, there is an entry, kitchen, dining, living, powder room and office all on the main level.  6 steps down is a large family  room, bathroom w/shower, bedroom and laundry.  6 steps up from the entryway are 3 bedrooms and a walk-through full bathroom.  Our plans for next year is to convert two of those rooms into a master suite with it's own bathroom.  So our now 4 bed/3 bath will become 3 bedroom/4 bath.  Crazy for 2 people, I know, but we hope and plan for lots of visitors.  Did I mention it has a swimming pool?  We never thought of ourselves as pool people but with 7 grandchildren I expect we'll put that pool to good use!
 In addition to the attached 2-car garage (with a side roll up door for the riding mower) there is a separate 2-car garage that will someday become my sewing/quilting studio. 

This is the huge shop for Mr. Scottie Dog. This is his favorite part of the house.  He will be able to house all his equipment and tools with room for his bobcat tractor, lifts and trucks.  We will use the space behind this building for our chickens.....we want to raise some layers, some fryers, some ducks, a few turkeys and maybe even a goose or two.  The garden will go between the two garages....already fenced to keep the local deer population out.


 We woke up Sunday to snow!  It only lasted a day as Monday it got up to 40 degrees.  But it's Tuesday now and the highest temps we should have for the rest of the week are 22 or so....lots of flakes flurrying around this morning but no accumulation.  I'm new enough to MN that this CA girl can just stare in wonder at the snow falling for hours.

Tomorrow Mr. Scottie Dog begins his radiation and chemo treatments.  With the Lord we will take each day as it comes.  Lots to do to make this house livable....new floors, new walls, painting, etc.  The kitchen is finally clean enough to use.  New adventure and journey for the Scotts.



Monday, November 14, 2016

Walking Through the Fire OR What We've Been Up to




So much has happened recently I hardly know where to begin.  We sold our house in Eureka, CA the end of May.  We went to Yellowstone with our family in June.  Mr. Scottie Dog has been back and forth from CA to MN three times with one more trip to go....but we've put it on hold until sometime next year. 

We've been looking for a house to live in.  We really haven't asked for much.......well, a little bit of acreage, a house to live in that has enough room for visitors, a place for me to sew and an extra building or two to store all of Mr. Scottie Dog's equipment: a Bobcat tractor, two big trucks, a hydraulic lift, some table saws, etc, etc, etc.  Oh, and it has to be in our price range and less than 15 from Beka and Jason's house in Jordan.

 We looked at several places and found a few we really liked.  One place we knew of wasn't on the market yet.  We knew it was in foreclosure and in the right neighborhood and had the things we wanted.  We had a chance to see it and knew we liked it right away (did I tell you it has a pool?).  It needs a lot of clean-up work and so we made an offer.  The bank didn't like our offer. 

Then Mr. Scottie Dog went to the doctor for a small insignificant thing and our world changed forever.  CANCER.  That's right, the dreaded "C" word no one wants to hear.  We checked the Internet....and my stomach stopped working and tears leaked from my eyes for the next 4 days as poor Bill was scoped, poked, prodded, had cat scans and MRI's, blood tests and more.  Mr. Scottie Dog began to put all his affairs in order.  We put our trust in God.  We told each other how much we loved each other. We've had 44 years together and it didn't seem like enough. The house was put on hold.  We went to a surgeon.  What the surgeon told us was quite encouraging.  Then on to the oncologist and to a oncology radiologist.  Each one told us the same story.  It's going to be a long, hard year. First, 6+ weeks of radiation and chemo 5 days/week.   6-7 weeks later surgery.  Then 4 weeks after that he'll begin 4 months of infusion chemo.  But at the end of that time, Mr. Scottie Dog should recover to be as active as he is now and live to a normal life expectancy. 

We know that we aren't guaranteed a long life.  But we've taken a deep breath, thanked the Lord for His care and grace for the time we have had together and are preparing for this road through the fire.  Oh, and today we bought that house.  The house story is long and full of give and take and negotiations but our awesome realtor, Mike did all the hard work.  Our new house is 7 minutes from Beka's in Jordan.  It's in farm country and we are close friends with two of our neighbors. We'll move there right about the time Mr. Scottie Dog begins his treatments and the house needs MAJOR cleaning but it looks like a lot of friends will be there to help.  As soon as we get the keys I will post some photos.  Who thought we'd live in our travel trailer for 6 months?

God IS Good!  Hug your loved ones today!






PS....no comment on the election.  For those of you who voted as I did.....I love you.  For those of you who didn't.....I love you too.  'Nough said.

Friday, July 1, 2016

Whew! What a Whirl!

Life in the fast lane.....what a whirl!  We hardly made it to Minnesota than I went on an annual 5 day quilting retreat with friends at Lake Palmer.
 It's a beautiful place right on the lake with room for all.
We eat most of our meals in the screen porch.  It's like eating in the trees.
 Can you tell we have fun?
One day we reserve for going to the nearest "city," Park Rapids, MN population 3,903.  There is a nice quilt shop (Monica's) where we leave a lot of our $$$ and next door is a Ben Franklin's that has some good fabric finds too.  We went to the book store, the Amish Furniture Store and a bead store where I bought a couple of strings of turquoise  that I will have Sydney help me make into a necklace and earrings.  Since there is no cell service at the cabin here Kari and I are checking in! 

Just three days later it was time to leave for Yellowstone National Park.
I've been coming to Yellowstone for a loooong time.....here I am with Dad in front of Old Faithful. I'm three years old!


 Another view when I am 8 or 9 years old.  I tried to count the times I've been to this great place.  Somewhere between 12 and 15 times.  It never gets old, it's always wonderful.  The paint pots still enchant me with their bubbling mud, the geysers are so interesting and the wild life still abounds.  We don't see the bears like we used to....in the 50's we still rolled down our windows and fed marshmallos to them and drove to the dump to watch them feed.  So many years of discouraging the feeding of the bears they have moved back into the hills and you don't see many. This trip I did see two black bears, one grizzly by the side of the road eating grubs from a hollow tree, too many bison to count, a fox, bald eagles, ducks, geese and so much more. 
 Mr. Scottie Dog and I got a chance to pose.  Beautiful view.

 Bison losing that winter coat. There were lots of baby bison to see.
We went to Yellowstone this year as a family reunion of sorts...lots of family and friends met us there.  Sydney (on the right) got to see her friend Emma from Eureka.  I had a brother, cousins, nephew, third cousins, spouses, friends...more than 25 of us.  The only problem is not enough time spent with them all!
Here's one of brother Pat and I....wishing our little brother Denny could have made it.

After a week of camping, barbeque, hiking, talking, laughing, sight seeing and more we had to say goodbye.  Maybe in 5 years we'll do it again.

A quick trip back to MN and we've settled into our trailer and the house hunt begins.....The Midwest just feels like home now. 

(PS...thanks to the friends and family I "borrowed" all these pics from....I didn't bring my camera and had to depend on their kindness)



Sunday, May 8, 2016

Mother's Day and other Musings


Today is Mother's Day.  I had expected to be in Minnesota surrounded by my dear hubby of 43+ years, my girls, my son-in-laws and my delightful grand children.  Sigh!  (REALLY BIG SIGH!!!)

But here I sit in this house that is mine on paper deed but not house of my heart.  That title is for the new family coming to live in it.  They are waiting excitedly and expectantly to make their own memories.  This is the house of their future.  The house of my past. Three more days.

Don't get me wrong.  I loved this house, this little house in the redwoods that grew to be a great, big, beautiful house in the redwoods.  Only 2 bedrooms when we came, it was in an up and coming, desirable neighborhood on an huge, extra large lot with redwood trees, ferns and all of the trappings of a forest.  We raised kids and chickens and loved every minute,  We added on, remodeled, painted, removed walls, added bathrooms, tile and more to turn that little fixer-upper into a dream house.  But our dream here is over and we're now dreaming of a farm in Minnesota, surrounded by our family.  We are ready to start a new adventure. To begin the rest of our lives, perhaps the best of our lives.

Back to Mother's Day.  Mr. Scottie Dog thought I should have lobster for Mother's Day dinner.  My favorite food.  No one can grill lobster like Mr. Scottie Dog!  If I couldn't be with my kids that lobster dinner certainly helped make up for it.

 One reason I keep going on about that lobster is we've been busy cleaning out the refrigerator and cupboards.  We will be moving into our trailer for a week and then off to Minnesota.  So we need to eat it up or throw it out.
I found a home for some of our pantry items but who wants three-quarters of a bag of corn meal of questionably age?  A half-eaten jar of orange marmalade?  That semi-used bottle of sesame oil I bought that time I made a Thai dish?  I know, I know  First World Problem.  We have too much stuff, too much food, too much...well not too much love.  This I know!

I've been in limbo for a long time, waiting to get the show on the road, the car in gear, to shove off for Minnesota.  On Friday I realized I have not allowed myself to think of one of the costs of moving after a lifetime in one place.  I made a FaceBook post and someone commented (it was you, Geri, my friend).  Just a little comment.  And as I read it, I burst into not just tears but all-out blubbering, sputtering, deep gut wrenching sobbing.  I am moving away.  I am moving away from the friends from my entire adult life.  I moved here to Humboldt County California as a starry-eyed 20 year-old bride.  850 miles away from my family and childhood friends.  Here I forged the family of my heart, raised my children (and buried two of them).  Here I grew up. I accomplished many things I am proud of. Here I made precious life-long friends. I will deeply miss all of you.....please, please come visit us in Minnesota.