Sunday, October 21, 2018

Stopping by to say Hello

Two Years... seems like yesterday.
Yes, I miss him. A lot still. But I have wonderful memories of the 12 years we had together. 

I bought a dozen yellow roses, his favorite and put six in a vase on my table for me,

and took six up to the cemetery

Fall is definitely here and Mt. Hood peeking through the trees makes the picture even more beautiful.

I took a couple of train trips this summer.One to Seattle to visit Joe's daughter and family and celebrate my and Joe's birthday. The above picture was taken to show the waiting room when you you go business class or on long, overnight trips leaving from Portland.
Business Class is quieter and more comfortable. You also receive a $3.00 voucher to apply to what ever you purchase in the Bistro car. This time I used it to purchase a ginger cookie and a Ginger Ale soda to go with the sack lunch I made. My balance being what it is, it's difficult to carry my food back to my seat when the train is moving. The conductors are very helpful taking my box for me, making sure I get safely back to my seat safely.

On the next trip I visited my sister, taking the train from Portland to Tacoma. It was a week of fun and reminiscing.We went to the The Old Cannery
Then we took back roads to Eatonville, Washington, the town we grew up in.

I'm sitting in front of Eatonville High School where I graduated from in 1959. At that time, there was an elementary school, a gym and the high school. One of the faculty members gave us a tour of the campus which includes all three buildings and is now a state of the arts high school.

All the graduating classes from the beginning of the high school have their picture hanging in the halls. My picture is on the bottom right, right by my head.

Normally I take Amtrak's Cascade train. It's convenient for those taking me to the train and picking me up but this time I just "happened" to take the Coast Starlight home. Wow what a difference. Business class on this train is like first class on an airlines. Seats are larger, more comfortable and even have leg and foot rests. Plus your voucher is $6. AND the waiter came to my seat and asked if I wanted reservations in the diner (upstairs on a moving train) or would I like a box lunch brought to my seat. I opted for that. A wonderful chicken sandwich, Chips, large cookie  and a soda. I paid Only $4. Oh and as soon as you are in your seat, the conductor hands you a bottle of water, and asks if you are comfortable. There were three ladies in our car. One went upstairs, one got off in Olympia and I had the whole car to myself the rest of the trip to Portland.

One of my favorite views, Passing by the Narrows Bridge going South from Tacoma.

Back home enjoying fall colors on my walk on the property.

My son David has had a bucket list of things he and his wife have wanted to take me to see. This was one. Walking the Tilikum Crossing Bridge over the Willamette River. He drove to where we get on the Max light rail.

 Of course it helps that both David and his wife are employed by TriMet. David is an operator and his wife a supervisor. From the train ride we walked across the bridge and then rode the train back.
After the nice walk and train ride, they took me and the two grandsons to supper at Red Robin.

The next thing on their bucket list was to take me to North Eastern Washington to visit a friend I hadn't seen since the late 80's. I lived in Electric City and Grand Coulee, Washington then. Our friends live on a large ranch in Elmer City, Washington. He's a "cowboy" and she is a "shepherdess" and even though that's not "suppose to work" there is hundreds and hundreds of acres and and plenty of room for the cows and sheep to live in peace.

This is my sweet Leah and I hadn't seen her since she was in High School. I wanted to see her shepherd's crook...thus the picture of hug and crook.

Leah does it all. She raises and cares for the sheep, She shears the sheep, cleans the wool, cards it, dyes it, spins it and knits and crochet's articles of clothing including slippers for her husband. (I apologize Leah if I didn't get all you do with the wool.

I loved watching the llama watching over the sheep. 

This reminded me of the song "I was looking back to see if you were looking back at me....."

Leah also helps her husband Kerry move cattle from one pasture to another. As I looked out their window at the view of the mountains and valley's another song came  to my mind. "He owns the cattle on a thousand Hills"

The time came for us to head back home. Eight and a half hours one way is a long time for a weekend trip but I loved every minute of it. This is Grand Coulee Dam When I lived in Grand Coulee, I walked across the dam and back to get my two mile walks in. I loved it. But since 911, security prevents anyone but authorized workers walking or driving on it. We did notice a tour van taking people on a tour while we were there.

This is Sun Lakes Dry Falls State Park

My grand dog Harry kept me company on this trip.... but he wasn't much company. He is such a good, well behaved dog too.

Back home I'm enjoying the fall colors, 

Walking the boardwalk at Happy Valley Park,

and feeding the ducks,

and catching lunch now and then with friends.
(Jennifer was one of Joe's many nurses)
It's been fun playing catch up.


Tuesday, May 29, 2018

Well That's a "Fine Kettle Of Fish"

 On my way to  church Sunday morning I started to not feel well. I didn't stay for church but came back home and slept off and on until late this afternoon. 
As I was sitting in my chair I remembered seeing some wild flowers along the road from where I live. I need to start getting my strength back so I walked down the driveway and across the road and picked these wild daisies.
I love where I live. A 17 acre nursery  where Japanese Lace Leaf Maples and Dogwoods are the specialty. And this time of year everything is in bloom.
And every where are Rhododendrons of every color.
So I want to finish what I started at the beginning of the Memorial Day Weekend. I had said the weekend could potential be a hard one for me. But it wasn't. I went up to Willamette National Cemetery. Sad and somber but also It was beautiful. Saturday Joe's Horseshoe Club was having a tournament in Oregon City. It was so nice to see friends I haven't seen in a long time. That's two "Joy's"..... Sunday, I was looking forward to Sunday School and Church. I was disappointed that I had to come home, but it didn't take my joy away...because my Joy doesn't depend on what kind of day I'm  having or how I may feel. My Joy comes from with in. You may think "well where was her Joy when Joe died, when every time you saw her she was in tears?" The same answer. Jesus was right there beside me, he was my comforter, my strength my peace and my Joy.   

Saturday, May 26, 2018

Second Day of a Joyful Weekend

I borrowed this from the Internet. The only thing missing  is the action taking place here this weekend a Tournament Saturday and Sunday. Lots of people.

Two of many of my friends here, Rhonda and Barbara are the statisticians. As the score sheets start coming in, they record all the pitchers scores and update their percentages. The girls husbands, Dave and Barry are pitchers too. But when the tournaments are here in Oregon City, they are busy hosting and keeping the things going as smoothly as possible and they do a great job!

Russ and his wife Kay and Larry and his wife Diane are just two of the many friendships we have made at these tournaments.It was nice to hear from them how they miss Joe. And Joe is usually in the middle of this threesome....I'm usually the photographer but this time I handed my camera to someone else and stepped in for my Joe.
Taking those first few steps across the grass to the table where the girls were was hard, and yes the tears were there as I got the hugs, but not for long. Reminiscing was fun, and the hugs and hello's from some I hadn't seen since last September was fun. I only go to the tournaments that are held in Oregon City and Gresham. The club travels all over Oregon.
Tomorrow is  Sunday School and church. I look forward to that. I'll be back here tomorrow for an update on my "Joyful weekend"

Friday, May 25, 2018

In Honor of Joe and All Members of our Armed Forces

Thank you to all the members of our Armed Forces who are currently serving, to those who gave their lives for us and to those who have served our country in the past.

Joe served in the The 101st Airborne Division ("Screaming Eagles") He also played the trombone in the 

101st Airborne Division Band 

I'm sorry the picture is so blurry, This picture hung in his mom's room until she died then I passed it on to his son Rob.

This picture was taken at a Veterans Park in Buckley, Washington. He also loved visiting air bases and air shows. The weren't many military planes he couldn't tell you about. 
But the F-15 "Screaming Eagle" was his favorite. He called them "The Boyz." It didn't matter if he was cleaning the car, pitching horseshoes, or working in the yard. Everything came to a stop, as he watched them pass over until he could no longer see them.

I went to Willamette National Cemetery this morning. The gates opened at 8:00AM and I thought if I was there at that time then traffic wouldn't be an issue.....WRONG!! But it wasn't as bad as it would be a couple hours later. 
It was a somber but beautiful scene. Every grave had a flag beside it.All placed by boy scouts.

This could be a tough week for me. The key word is "could be" Not only is it Memorial Day weekend, but It is a big horseshoe tournament weekend.And those who knew Joe knew he loved horseshoes and Pickleball. Then a week later...June 4th, would have been our 14th wedding anniversary.
I have said a  a couple of times but mostly on my Facebook page. JOY is my word for the year. That doesn't mean there aren't tears over special memories past. But I don't stay stuck there. I think of things that make me smile now. Like there is a very tall, dying fir tree at the cemetery that's not going to be standing much longer....That's been my marker to find the section of the cemetery where Joe's buried. I now laugh to myself every time I see it. But I've just about got a new landmark memorized so when the tree is gone I can still find my Joe.
Instead of avoiding the horseshoe tournament.... I'm going to go watch. I have a lot a friends that will be there. They miss Joe too. So what better way for me to be there and cheer them on and visit with the wives.

And on June 4th, I will spend the day with a very special couple that we met on our travels about ten years ago. We did so many things together including playing games, eating together, sightseeing. We've supported each other when spouses were sick, prayed together.  It will be a Joyful day.....because I choose Joy. "Do not grieve, for the joy of the Lord is your strength.”
Nehemiah 8:10b

Saturday, May 12, 2018

Remembering our Mom's

I thought this would be a nice time to drop by and say hi. It's been 18 months since Joe died. I'm adjusting to the new normal.  I just recently learned great grandbaby number 12 will be here in December. Another granddaughter graduates from high school in June. I now have hearing aids in both ears. Kinda fancy  in the fact they match the color of my hair...Silver. I'm suppose to be using my cane because my gait isn't good....I lean to the left.. so I suppose I need to swallow my pride and start using it.  I have two rose bushes, a Mr. Lincoln whose fragrance is 2nd to none, and a yellow one, the last rose bush Joe bought. I was thrilled to see the yellow roses will be in bloom in time for Memorial Day. I take the first rose of the season and place it on his marker. The crowds at Willamette National are horrendous during that weekend. So I make sure I am there a couple of days ahead, and at the gate when they open so I can "beat the crowds. 

My Momma
Esther C. Waterer
June 21,1921-April 10,2012 

Joe's Momma
December 6, 1914 - November 5, 2013

By My Sister Jan

I look at my mom’s hands. These nearly 91 year old hands, now so lifeless, have done so much. They have tenderly held her dolly and pushed her in the doll stroller that I still have.
As a young girl, they helped take care of her little brother that was only a year younger than her. We’ve heard stories but I’m sure there were more. Her hands were busy as a teenager working in the orchards near Walla Walla.

Soon after marrying at 19, these beautiful hands helped her husband build a home
Not long after the home was completed, her hands received the first of three children. Her hands tenderly picked up the infants and touched each face with a love that only a caring mother can possess. The same hands bathed each girl and her boy, washed their clothes and picked them up when they needed her.
When mom and dad bought an 80 acre dairy farm, these busy hands now became a working set of farming hands. They worked in the soil, cut heads off of chickens and milked cows.
The years passed and these hands were trustworthy in many ways from counting and taking the church offerings to the bank and then working at the bank. Many hours her hands sewed beautiful doll clothes, dresses for her own daughters as well as mending for her son.
They have mowed lawns, ironed for her family and hired out to do others. Mom’s hands have punished when it was needed. Amazing how the same hands can show love with a caress yet can also sting with a powerful force. But aren’t both touches of the hand administered to teach that a child God’s way of love through obedience?
Growing up and watching mom’s hands, I can’t leave out the hours I’ve seen them holding her bible. Because of this, Betty, Dick and I are all followers of Christ and one day soon these hands will again hold her precious son’s hands. We only get one set of hands in our lifetime. What are you holding in your hands?

Monday, February 19, 2018

A New Chapter

 As you can see, I haven't blogged for almost two months... I didn't have the flu, but was sick and on antibiotics for awhile. Finally started feeling like my old self a week or so ago. Unless something really worth writing about happens this will probably be my last blog. BUT...... I will continue to follow all my blogger friends on their blog!!
My blogging originally started when Joe and I got married and started traveling. It was a good way to show our family where we were from time to time. Then when Joe got sick it was a way to help me process and keep family and friends informed. After he died, it was a way for me to work through the pain of yet another loss in my life. Now  the need to write just isn't there anymore. I'm adjusting pretty well to the new normal. I love where I live, I'm close to all the kids, I love my Sunday School Class and my Church. Lots of new friends. 
For twelve years the wheels on our vehicles turned nearly everyday. It was wonderful. Then all of a sudden it was like hitting a brick wall. The wheels stopped turning. But my desire to keep moving didn't. It took a year of hopping in the car and just going even if it was just a ride in the country. Now I'm very comfortable just staying home. It's quiet, peaceful and beautiful here. Oh I spend time with the kids, go to the grocery store or post office.
On my way to the Post Office or the grocery store I pass by this field and it is lambing season so I enjoy the new babies.

It may be blue skies but on this particular day it was cold and windy. I found this hat and scarf at a craft sale being held in one of the buildings at the Yuma Fairgrounds  in Yuma. Joe would park the car in the parking lot directly across the highway from the Marine Corp Air Station The runway was directly across from there too. When the jets landed and took off it would make the car shake and Joe was grinning from ear to ear. Too low for me. But no matter. I was inside enjoying all the crafts. When There was nothing going on at the fairgrounds, we would park there and he would enjoy the activities across the street and I would read or crochet or knit or work on our iPad.
By the way, the two black wires coming out of each side of my hat..... my Bluetooth earphones and what am I listening too? Could be one of any...Guy Penrod, the Booth Brothers, Gaither Vocal Band, Gaither Gospel Singers, Ivan Parker, Greater Vision, Ernie Haase & Signature Sound, and the Cathedrals, and any other Southern Gospel that comes across Pandora.

I saw this on one of my walks here on the property. It remind me of a crown, but in's just a weed.

If only time could talk...

The end of a nice early evening walk.

It seemed Valentines Day was more special to Joe and I than Christmas.Laying in bed thinking about it that morning brought tears. My tears are less and mostly private these days. So before I put my feet on the floor I asked Jesus to fill my heart with joy, His joy. And He answered those prayers. First I received a note from a dear friend in our Thursday morning prayer group that after two major surgeries and three weeks in the hospital she came home yesterday. Then my daughter  called. And later in the afternoon my son made a quick stop. The picture shows why he stopped. It truly was a joyful day.

Some of you know I have struggled with IBS for years. One day I just decided enough is enough. So I started experimenting. I use my InstaPot Pressure Cooker a lot.  I cook things that sounds good... if I don't have side effects from it I keep it. I don't have recipes I just write it down so I don't forget what I did. This is a Hillshire Turkey Kielbasa Sausage soup made in my InstaPot. It was a keeper. The only thing I changed the 2nd time I made it....I used yams instead of russet potatoes. Great taste. 

This is cauliflower salad. I steam the cauliflower and let it cool. Then I use it in place of potatoes... Bet if I served you some and didn't tell you what it was you would think it was potato salad. I make it just like I do potato salad. I try not to use any thing out of a can. Instead I get what ever veggies I need in the organic vegetable section of my grocery store. I also make my variety of bean soups in my InstaPot.
Just because I wanted to reach a weight goal my Dr. suggested for me this year and maintain it, I started eating off a small desert plate, a small glass sauce dish, no seconds, no goodies, and nothing after 4pm except  water, which I drink a lot of during the day. I did have to adjust the timing of my supper to include a bedtime snack. Usually 2 graham crackers and a small glass of milk. My sugar level was getting to low in the middle of the night. I'm happy to say yesterday I reached my goal and have lost 15 lbs. Now the hard part. Keeping it off. Interesting note... I haven't had any digestive issues in almost 2 months. Hmmmm

The Amaryllis was a Christmas gift from my Aunt Marlene. It has been fun to watch it grow and now starting to bloom. What is in the sauce dishes you ask? Made from scratch tapioca pudding using 2% milk.That's a 4 day supply. So easy to make.

Just like almost everyone else last night we got snow. This picture was taken by my neighbor Laura. I entitled it snow flake in flight. She is a very talented photographer.

So, until I have something really great to write about, I will say so long for now and the Lord bless you more than abundantly my friends.