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I’m afraid it’s time for me to stop blogging. This will be my last post. I’ve tried to keep up with blogging since we’ve left home, but it isn’t working for me. I would probably be able to handle it if I didn’t have such OCD behavior – if I could just open this, post, visit the blogs that interest me, and get out. But, oh no, I have to read your blogs, then read all the comments, then comment, and then I’ll find someone new has said something interesting on one of your blogs – so I’ll have to go read their blog to see what else they have to say – and then that leads me somewhere else, and somewhere else, and somewhere else. Well, you get the picture.

While we are down South here, we get up early most mornings, pack a lunch, and take off for the day. We’ll sometimes have driven 250 miles by evening when we return. We want to see and do it all. We’ve visited Biosphere 2, the Sonora Desert Museum, the Saguaro National Park, Casa Grande Ruins, Painted Rocks at Gila Bend,  Parker Dam, London Bridge at Lake Havasu, visited Quartzsite, the Phoenix Zoo,  Boyce Thompson Arboretum, Tonto National Forest…plus numerous dams, mines, museums and historical markers in small towns all around the area.

In order to blog I have to stay up after T goes to bed – and then am at it until at least midnight and getting up again at 5:30 a.m. on most mornings. You do the math. It isn’t leaving me nearly enough time to sleep. I’ve decided that since I have never learned the concept of the word moderation, it’s  probably best for me to just leave it alone for awhile.

I want to say good-bye, and to let you know that when I can, I’ll be dropping by to read your blogs. I also want to let you know how much I’ve enjoyed these small glimpses into your lives, your thoughts, your feelings. Thanks for sharing. And I want you to know how much I’ve appreciated your (online) interest, positive support, encouragement, and friendship. I’ll just let my garden blog stay on blogspot, and may blog again when we return home in the spring. Until then, good-bye and good luck to all of you. Thank you so much.

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Happy Thanksgiving

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Remember to say "Thank you" today – not only for what you do have – but for what you DON’T have!

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Still the same…

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I was sitting here tonight, thinking about what I’d be doing if I was at home, to prepare for Thanksgiving. You all know the drill: shopping, cooking as many things before time as you can, baking pies, getting out the largest platters, bowls, etc. to make sure they’re clean, bringing the baby chair down from upstairs, digging out the tablecloths, and on and on and on.

But I’m not home. My kids won’t be coming home with their kids to have dinner with us. And that is just plain strange to me. Still.

I was thinking about how instead of having dinner with my family – I will be going to the club house here at the RV park and having dinner with 60 some other people. There will be good company, and good food. But it isn’t family and it isn’t home. I started to feel a little squirrelly, and then it dawned on me, it WILL still be Thanksgiving. "Thanks" giving is still the same.

What the holiday represents to me, how I feel about it – those things never change. They are part of my core and with me wherever I am. And then because I’m a glass-half-full sort of gal – it dawned on me that I’ll have something else to be thankful for this year – I don’t have to cook anything and I don’t have to wash any dishes!!

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Cotton Gin Visit

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Hills of seeds – which will be ‘defuzzed’ and used to make cattle feed.

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Cotton to be de-seeded and formed into a module and shipped to California and China.

After seeing the beautiful fields of cotton growing, we were interesting in touring the cotton gin to learn more about it. The gentleman who conducted the tour, has lived in Arizona and been a cotton farmer his entire life. You can tell from the way he talks, even when he is on a diatribe about the changes in farming over the years, (and the government involvement which entails much paper work), that he really enjoys his farming. He gave us seeds for planting and I’m going to try them at home this next spring. I won’t be able to grow the cotton, but may get the pretty little flower.

We’ve been traveling South for three winters now, and where to put all the little trivets and trinkets we collect is always a problem. I made the wreath below, out of all the parts of the cotton boll. (No, it’s not b a l l .) It even has seeds glued on it.

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Maybe I should take this over to Cindra’s new "barter blog"! I think she may have a good thing going there. Most people have talents of some type – and are always wishing they had others. Maybe they can use their talents and find something to barter for.

I’ve always been a ‘crafty’ sort – and I can tole paint, knit, crochet and make most any type of crafts – but I don’t seem to have the desire any longer. Part of it is not having room for all the supplies you always seem to need. Part of it is I’m getting lazy. And of course, winter is when you are inside and really work on these kinds of things – and I’m not at home winters any longer. I am looking forward to seeing what people come up with on Cindra’s new blog.

We stay in a RV park here, which has a large rec room and activities. The first year, we didn’t join in anything – aren’t really all that social unless we want to be – but last year I joined them in crafts two times a week. Someday when I think people really need a laugh, I’ll share some of things we made! Like a nightlight out of safety pins and beads! A crocheted mexican hat and scarf for a bottle of tabasco sauce, whirly gigs made out of DVD’s – oh yeah, all stuff anyone would want! LOL (I still can’t believe I did it!)

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Winter at Home

The last couple of days, T and I have been suffering from a case of home-sickness. We left our home in Washington on the 17th of October, and now that we are settled here in the motor home in Arizona, at our winter home, we are missing our real home!

It isn’t that we don’t love the desert, and the warm weather, we do. I think it is that we are a little bit stuck in our ways – our habits, our routines – and we just haven’t acclimated to this way of living yet. (We seem to remember feeling some of the same thing here, last year, for awhile). With cell phones, and lots of minutes, it is so easy to stay in touch. I talk to my sister at home, daily. And I talk to Cindra, Brooke, and Scott several times a week, and sometimes daily. So I don’t have that kind of home-sickness, so much. Well, maybe some.

I pulled up pictures on the computer, of the last winter we spent at home, to remind us of WHY we wanted to leave home in the winter! T doesn’t have to plow or shovel anything. I don’t have to freeze all the time. We don’t have to wear polar fleece (which ties the hair at the nape of my neck into knots!). We don’t have to wear minus zero coats and look three sizes larger than we are, and always be hunting up boots and gloves and scarves and hats. We don’t have hat hair.

But isn’t it beautiful!

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Miss Kitty Goes for a Drag

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Miss Kitty is much more relaxed now that the diesel isn’t running, and she doesn’t have to ride perched under the chair. She has a new perch now – sits in the front window of the motor home. And longs for the outdoors.

We feel badly that she can’t go outside, as she’s always been an inside/outside cat. We bought a harness and leash, hoping we could train her to go for walks. So far – that’s not working very well for us. Or her.

When we put the harness on her, she rolls over and gives a pitiful ‘meow’, and then starts her ‘dead cat’ routine. I carry her outside every day and set her down, where she stays. T thought that if maybe he just pulled her a little bit, she’d get on her paws and walk. Well, he pulled, and ended up dragging her around. Over and over. She refuses to get on her feet.

Now, every day, we take Miss Kitty outside at least once. And before we go out, T always asks, “Ready to go for a drag?”

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Sharing Saguaros

It’s my third winter visiting where the cactus grow, and I am still so fascinated with the giant of the desert. I take pictures of the Saguaros everywhere we go. (Don’t see many of them in Washington where I live!). It took me a long time to be able to even pronouce the word correctly, and then I spent much of the first winter here, studying the different species of cacti in the desert. Just as I needed to know the flowers in my area, I needed to know the desert plants.

We live where the forests are full of evergreens – mountains covered with green, stately trees. I think it’s beautiful in the Northwest, but I grew up there, so tend to take the trees for granted. And I suppose it’s the same whereever you come from. If one grew up in the desert, they would probably come visit our area and be as in awe of the pines, as I am of the cacti.

Saguaros can live up to 200 years, and are between 65 and 75 years old before they ever start growing arms. When the arms are damaged by frost or birds, they droop, turn, or grow downward. Makes for some odd looking cactus.

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