(Some) Peace In The Kingdom



Once again Sarge is off to the border (“with Delamere” is always appended to that in my mind because I loved Out Of Africa) and I have two large and furry irritants with me. The dogs are usually pretty well behaved but Ranger gets really antsy when his father is gone overnight. He will calm down in another day or so but for now he is just in need of attention and reassurance. Kota is less troublesome – enough treats and she will be fine. Well, except for the fireworks – a couple of her pills will be in order soon so she can sleep through the worst of it. Poor thing…

It has been a peaceful day here – I meant to wake early and get things Done and so I did. With great luck, too, as the trash guys came today! I took the trash down thinking it’d be tomorrow but why not…I may have been the only person who did so. Feeling quite smart, now. Then the weather looked wicked in the distance so I finished trimming the suckers off the trees, put the new pool cleaner up and set the cushions under shelter. Not 15 minutes later all the threatening rain turned into clouds then nothing. Gone. Ah well…

So it was upstairs for a long bike ride and a lovely shower after. A quick lunch and now I have the ice cream maker stirring about for my favorite almond/chocolate/cherry add-ins to the vanilla base. If you use the proper cherries it is divine. Go ahead and order them from Amazon if you cannot find them at your fancy grocer. Sooo well worth it. Even the syrup is perfection. Trying to figure out if I can make jelly with it. I understand they make for a lovely cocktail, too.

It is also the anniversary of the death of my mother so the 4th tends to be a quiet time for me as I remember her. This was one of the last times I knew her in good health. I treated her to a vacation on the gulf coast. We drove from Atlanta to Appalachicola (before it became quite famous) and this was on the steamboat that plied its way along the river and intercoastal waterway. She could not swim and feared the water but the boat made her very happy. Her eyes here are free of the constant pain she knew in her life later…relaxed with the sun and the waves…and the Bartles and James. Yes, she even bought a new suit and got in the gentle waves. She was so happy. It was a terrific time and I shall never forget it. It still makes my heart glad to know we did this before the terrible times came.

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I miss her very much, indeed.

In other news…It was a rather crazy weekend when we really needed a quiet one – my sister’s fridge (which she had inherited from us almost 10 years ago) died. This, on top of her AC going out, was about as bad a timing as it could be. However, we were in the market for a new fridge and had looked at our options recently. We’ve a short wall that prevented me from getting the unit I wanted but its baby brother fit so there you have it. The issue was HD wanted 2+ weeks to get it in stock and delivered. Lowes was at least a week. But the local geeks at Fry’s had it in-stock as well as on the floor so I could put my hands on it and see it. They delivered it Sunday but quite past their timeframe so that we sat and wasted the whole day. I would not have minded if they had just called and told us the change…but people dislike that these days and avoid confrontation via no communication. In the end I just had to toss all my food in there and plan to rearrange things later.

We delivered the old fridge to my sister that evening and installed it, moving the dead unit to her garage. Sarge had a lot of lifting and toting to do with it all so he was exhausted Sunday night when he ought to have been packing for the trip south. Yesterday we were both running errands separately – me to get the new pool vacuum and he to finish up things at the office. I also had the pre-holiday grocery store experience. However, I appeared to have timed it well – it was a bit busy but nothing like the madness that was to come later, I am certain.

Finally home, he rapidly put together his kit and headed south. We’ve no room to complain – he hasn’t had to take the tour of duty like so many others of late. Funeral leave and then someone took his shift so they could visit family there…so we have been very fortunate. Some have gotten divorced over it.

I have never understood the LEO spouse who didn’t “get” the job. Yes, having them gone for 10 days every month or so on top of the sometimes crappy schedule is tough. But that’s the way it is – it isn’t a 9-5 role, every weekend and holiday free. It is the rare weekend off and holidays alone role for the most part. You learn to like yourself and your time alone or you are miserable. And you tend to make the spouse miserable, too. So I try very hard to not complain when the dinner is cold or delayed. Or the holiday quiet. You just keep moving forward and hope they make it back safely once again.

This is why we each do the small things for each other – my ensuring he knows how to make certain meals in case I cannot, his ensuring the home is maintained as well as he can just in case…you do these small things knowing that is for the dire Just In Case scenario. You never say so – no need. It is understood.

So tonight I will sit with the dogs, something loud on the TV to drown out the fireworks around us, and maybe enjoy an adult beverage so I can sleep early and be awake when he gets off shift so I can tell him goodnight. Because that is the life. And it’s all okay.

Here’s hoping everyone is safe and happy…

Keeping Up Appearances

I’ve been trying to keep a handle on everything taking place in our lives – thank goodness for calendaring or we’d be lost. Between Sarge’s classes and edited shift to get his check rides done I have no idea what to pack in his lunch cooler. This morning I fell back asleep after the coffee delivery – forgot that he had a class in Florence – and was rushing like mad to get him a cooler of snacks and a to-go breakfast. I know he’d mentioned it last week but if it doesn’t hit the calendar I can’t keep track.

Now there are doc appointments all over the month because I didn’t want to have anything hitting the July 4th holiday or the end of month wedding anniversary timeframe. It feels rushed which makes me antsy. I am a very methodical, process and plan based person. Anything that changes the plan takes a concerted effort on my part to overcome the anxiety of the change. I can deal with it – I just don’t like to do so. However, if you are married to the law you can throw planning anything right out the window. It hasn’t been that bad in a long time but now and again it rears its changeable head and I have to remind myself that it’s okay. One morning’s rushing around to take care of him is not a big deal. But now I have to regroup and plan my own morning again.

I’d had in mind something like “check email, ride bike, shower, eat, sweep porches, clean bathrooms…” but with the rapid sleep to wake I’ve been in a half-dream state, checking emails and social BS for an hour. I was watching the sprinklers arc their water over the pecan trees and thought that I’d might as well drop in here and post a little something since I’ve trashed my plans.

It was a rather nice weekend, in all. He had to work Saturday (protests) and then drove me Sunday to a favorite small town for a spinning (as in wheel/yarn) class. I had my wheel and some basic skills – and pretty much left with same. I am not certain that this was her forte or her preferred craft. She knew enough but couldn’t present it in a proper manner. But it was time with friends and I’ve met a new one which for a very selective person like myself is always a lovely surprise. I was also gifted by a few things! I receivShuttlesed my ordered shuttles for the loom – handcrafted, they are just divine! And then I had eggs and a “broken” warp presented, too. Eggs_Warp_MatersThe former from the new friend and the latter from an old one who cut it away when it would not tension properly. Can I make it work? Dunno. But I have time to play with it. Those gorgeous tomatoes? From our 90 year old neighbor, bless him.

Sarge sat on a porch, reading a study guide for the next promotion. We decided to stop on the way home to eat – again, forgot the cooler of snacks – only to leave with an as yet unknown bad dose of sauer kraut. Oh…oh my. At least we made it home before the attack began.

We’d gone to see Wonder Woman at the only theatre we visit – Flix Brewhouse – and enjoyed it very much. As we left I was reminded again of why I love Sarge. It threatened rain and then presented it in a heavy sprinkle and then a deluge. He pressed me to remain under cover and fetched the carriage, pulling up to me so that I need not be drenched. Is it a big deal? No. But it does provide a goad – appreciate these things and this man. It matters.

In the Wonder Woman theme the most insane Peloton instructor put on a wig and corset with a crapton of sticky tape and rode her ass off. wonderwomanI adore her though our politics are diametrically opposed. I just love her street-vibe with joy, her bad language with laughter…she reminds me of my youth and no one makes me work as hard on the bike with as little notice of the effort. And her live DJ rides…good Lord. Hilarious, naughty, bouncy fun.

I know Peloton has been getting a lot of media attention lately and that the exponential growth has made some attention to detail lapse but it really is a phenomenal tool for exercise. They are so well suited for the LEO life, too. Silent, you can work out any shift, any time and not interrupt the household. And with the changing metrics of forces – demanding a level of health to (most likely) save on insurance costs and injuries…well, it is hard to not do this for yourself.

And now…the bike beckons if only so that I can eat breakfast soon. I think I’ll make it an easy ride today, brief and kind, so that I can get on with the rest of my morning. Sometimes you just need to be kind to yourself. But not too kind. After all, this flesh isn’t going to carve itself into shape.

Clipping In

Phew! Well, life sure got in the way the last four weeks, huh? So much going on that I had just enough mind left to tend to the house and grounds and not much left for social obligations. Things continue apace though Change could come at any time so I feel like a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.

In basic news…Sarge has lost over 40 lbs with the Peloton and following his nutritionists advice. He really is looking great. His employer has edited their fitness standards so he has to get his rowing test down about 1 minute for passing, 2 for that comfy feeling of security. With some advice from a fellow Pelotonian on FB his technique is refining into an efficient row. So happy he started this journey already – many will feel deep pressure to meet the new standards. Of course, it is also a handy way to press Retirement on those who ought to be well out the door. Do I think the Director gave him very sound advice geared to ensuring he was ready for the coming changes without telling him directly? Yep. Thank God.

Did I mention I had the same testing done? Cannot recall my last post – at any rate it was the Comprehensive Blood test which showed nothing too terribly amiss. Between it and the treadmill test I feel comforted that I’ve no inherited cardiac issues. Something that was rather a large concern for me…I am supposed to take the same supplements, of course, but cannot swallow those huge pills. Sigh…so I have to find a similar item in smaller size and take more of them.

My Peloton experience isn’t as dramatic. Loss is about 10 lbs but then I haven’t been on it as often or as energetically as he has. I try hard to keep my heart rate in a zone 2 area and the really sweaty rides are 4’s and 5’s for me – I will do them but only once a week. I’ve added weights and ab work to the routine – I love weights! – and know that will help. My main happiness lies in knowing my crushed tibial head is safe. I lived for 2 years expecting it to just explode some day and have my knee collapse onto the shards. Dramatic, huh? Well, that’s how it was in my head – this constant terror of failure. With the bike I was able to give it a safe trial. I felt I could rehab the muscles and tendons to support the whole mess and then give it a real test with the weights. I was very surprised to find that the leg was quite strong, no pain at all in the movements. I trust it again which is something that I missed.

As we age so many things go awry – the very flesh that you relied on and abused suddenly turns on you and returns that abuse. So I needed to really get my crap together, get lots of tests done, and take the last few decades of my life less for granted. In truth, I don’t think it will be that long. If it all goes to hell the odds of my making it are a tad marginal. But I figure I’d might as well not make it easy on some moron. As Tim Kennedy says –TKShirt

Do I think I can really reflect that? Meh – probably not. But no reason to not try, at least.

On the ranch maintenance side of things…we pulled the trigger on a major investment – a riding mower, zero turn variety, in the level of build that ensures a lifetime of use. I was tired of dealing with a crappy unit and having him spend one full day just to mow half of the property. Now he can get it done in 2 hours. After his first mow he came in the house, near to tears, knowing that he no longer surrenders a full day off to the task. Well worth it if you have it.


And then there is the arts and crafts side of life. I had the warp on the loom for rather a long while but had no time to progress and then no memory of how to progress. Thankfully, my dear friend came to the house on a rare off day and helped me get it finally installed. I have it on a basic twill pattern for kitchen towels and cannot wait to see them finished. I already have another pair of yarns ready.

There is a very minor error, of course, from when I returned to the loom and had to regroup but it wasn’t worth the possible disaster of trying to fix it. After all, it is near the hem end anyway. I also scored a deal on a warping mill! I am not sure I am ready to use it just yet – its real benefit lying in creating the long lengths of yarn of varying shades. It can also be used as one would for any project but I think I will use the warping board for the next project and maybe the mill for the one after that as it will include a few different shades. Weaving is a really wonderfully meditative process and rather technical and mathematical. I think that is why many men are attracted to it. My mind boggles at what 4 shafts, 6 pedals and two directions of yarn can produce. The patterns are just limitless, really. And so I shall get on with my day here and find some time on the loom.

I am especially eager to get up to the craft room because Sarge knocked out 2 of 3 major changes to my craft room – installing a curtain rod and changing out the dated ceiling fan for a LED spotlight fixture that I can tune to wherever I am working in the room. Now the light over the loom is splendid. I have a lot of natural light in the room but come winter that fimay be all I have to work with so I am thrilled we got it done. I might see if we can buy a shelf later this afternoon and get the last task completed. I hope to move all my books from a shelf unit to a wall shelf and free up that space.

Now, however, I must get my butt upstairs and on the bike. It is so easy to just let the day fly by and then declare it too late to bother. But I ate enough crap yesterday to need the exercise. I know that Peloton is getting rather a lot of media attention lately and that the adherents are rather cultish but it really is an amazingly inspirational device. The secret sauce, though, is their trainers. Really approachable, actually responsive in social media, and they truly care about your progress as well as your set backs. I know it seems rather pricey at about $3k all in with gear, annual class payment, etc. But what price your ability to jog an hour at a rate you know you can maintain for that long? What price the knowledge that your heart can take it as well as your knees? And what price the comfort of being in better shape than you were? You’ll spend that on fancy coffee in a year with nothing to show for it but rounded edges. Get a credit card, charge the thing on it, and make payments. If it all goes to hell you’ll still have the bike and better health. If it doesn’t you have both and a small monthly payment on the budget. Give it some thought.






April Showers

Can it be I have not posted in a few months? Surely not…well, they’ve been awfully busy…Sarge has been occupied with his relatively new region and staff but it is quite an improvement for him so no complaints. Between the lack of stress and the Peloton he has lost over 30 lbs in about 2 months. The intensive cardiac review he had really put his head in a different place about his health. He knows, now, that he cannot have the sugar habit ever again. With that, I am aided in my own goals…

The meal prep has been a bit challenging but not that bad. More expensive, perhaps, than eating without thought but once you have the produce the rest is nominal. Which is why the garden has GOT to get put in. I am setting a reminder for the fall and next spring to just go ahead and set up seed stations – just get the mix, the containers, the lights, and nevermind waiting on the nurseries. Cheaper in the end, of course.

Just now the hedges are chock full of dewberries in fruit – I make a few trips out each day to beat the birds and random neighbor chickens from getting them all. Nothing like freshly whipped cream dotted with the cold berries. My own berry bushes are holding their own but the weather has been really difficult – a couple hot days with cold mornings, wet days followed by too dry weather. And I have got to get them edged, fabric’d and mulched. Now. But I have been reserving his To Do list for the most critical things…

We have to get the bee hive stand made – he isn’t sure the best option but they arrive on the 12th so there is no more time to think about it. The hive cover is made, though. I do need to get a proper feeder made, though – mason jars I have – just need to punch a few holes and mount it. I admit to some dismay about the whole matter but the hive was a gift so even if the bees fail it will have been my only expense, really.

Sadly, the tractor he inherited from his mother was badly damaged by the shipper – it is a smaller garden tractor but nearly all the shrouds got cracked and the grill just smashed. So he is dealing with the insurance reps to get it repaired and let me tell you – John Deere is very proud of their shrouds. It has, however, delayed nearly everything we wanted to do – shredding pastures, tilling the garden over, taking out stumps…all the tasks that I cannot do without him…and the POS mower that some shyster took us on – that thing is going on a pyre as soon as it is replaced.

I was glad I held off on peach tree trimming as we had a couple very cold nights recently. But I managed to get it done and there are already two wee peaches on the limbs so I feel I have succeeded. There was an ancient tree that I did not trim last year though maybe I ought to have – still, it is done, too, and might do more than put out a jumble of leaves this year.

I suppose I am rambling about the home tasks but they really have taken up all the time. It is that, riding the Peloton, and meal planning/prep. Not much else gets done, frankly. I still have so much to do – painting, getting quotes for siding, detailing vehicles…but it feels like a generous plenty as-is. I have a warp on the loom that I have got to get loaded but it just languishes. Admittedly, we did have an AC failure that halted my progress on that craft room – they have to march through it to access the unit in the attic – so I need to return to it. Just as soon as the bees are safely installed. Priorities!!

Here’s hoping your own spring is keeping you busy as little bees!

P.S. I found these and may have ordered a pair!




Howling Banshees

One of the peculiar things about this house is that the breezeway and soffits produce a deep and resonant howl during high winds. Here that means just about every day. I love how it has a kind of language, alerting me to weather changes. With the winds this weekend it made sleep difficult. A near constant 30 mph wind with higher gusts had the house sighing, anything not tied down flying, and made our travel yesterday a rather tricky one with the truck getting tail winds and then slammed on the sides, forcing it to stray in the lane. It looked for all the world like a highway full of drunks as we all careened in the gusts.

There was, of course, the other howling taking place in the nadir of the nation. How any single man trusts any woman he meets is beyond me. You have my deepest sympathies. I was deleting and unfollowing those who were throwing their lot in with the vagina-tonsured assembly. I am generally a laissez faire kind of person but if you are so damned stupid that you can actually declare you either have different or lesser rights as a woman or that you are oppressed in this nation – well, I will not tolerate that sort of utter and deliberate foolishness around me. Not a single one of those signs declared a concern for FGM, for Arab slaves burned in cages, for trafficked y0uth. Nope. Just a mutual support for their right to bitch about whatever had their vag’s in an uproar this month. Or would that be vagi?

Meanwhile, while in the nether regions, allow me to note that if one has not mounted a bicycle in – mmm – decades that one will find that the seat is no longer as generous as it seemed in ones youth. See, Sarge has missed bike riding since his terrible accident so when we saw the Peloton commercial we looked at each other and nodded.


Yes, this might be just what the doctor ordered. Indeed, he recently had a big cardiac workup done and was borderline diabetic so he was adamant that the weight was coming off now. We went to the shop at the Domain (Lori rocked the demo, BTW), looked at it in person and agreed to the admittedly steep investment.

I will freely admit that it is essentially an indoor bike with large tablet mounted on the handlebars. However, it really does offer a large variety of classes – live and recorded – as well as many levels of exercise from newb to hardcore pro. I admit I far prefer the scenic rides they offer – high rez rides around places I will never see. I have no competitive nature at all so their diagnostics and placements in groups means little to me. I ride what works for me. But Sarge is loving every aspect of it, rising quite early to get a ride in before work. And sometimes another in the evening. I like that one is in constant comfort – AC blowing instead of a hot wind, bathroom handy for those untimely needs, and the ability to cast the screen to your large and fancy smart tv if you prefer. I also like that it can be customized on the fly to fit each user – I think it allows up to 4 users per subscription. Yes, that is where they keep their funding. It isn’t cheap, that annual video subscription. But they are so well executed and of such variety that I think it rather fair, really. Note, too, that it is the PERFECT option for introverts. You can play with others in live classes if you wish but you can also avoid all other human contact and still feel as though you are getting a class experience.

All this said…my word, that damned saddle hurts. Sarge goes on about how one has to position themselves on the proper part of the saddle, etc. There is no softness there. Even my investment in bike shorts has barely improved the situation. I know that with time comes a tough taint and one doesn’t even notice it anymore. Do I think I will get there? Not sure. But I do know that when one is riding in a dripping sweat and sees that the caloric output nowhere matches that delicious Andy’s Custard Ice Cream dessert…well…it can put one off, really. So for that delicious cup of hot fudge I have to crush my nethers for 4 hours? No. Seriously, no. My ice cream habit has been edited to a hunk of dark chocolate with almond butter daubed on the end. Bastards.

If you have a need for fitness and the funds to support it I have to say the bike is really an intriguing option. For anyone who lives in the frigid north where biking months are few this might be precisely what you need. Now, I have to talk myself into mounting up today. The pain will be guaranteed but then so will the fitness.

Down and Out

It’s a bad time when both of us are sick and so it has been for about 4 days, now. He started it, as they say on the playground, and I got it due to poor isolation and sterilization protocols. I know better and yet here I am, full of snot. It is a reminder, of course, of just how fast a really dread disease could spread in a household or community. I will be keeping this in mind in the future – more gloves, masks, etc. needed. Soap and water would not have hurt but when you are stepping and fetching for the sick and scratch your nose…well, there you are, joining in the hawking and spitting. His turned into a terrible sinus infection so he got the kindly dose of antibiotics that helped a great deal.

Looks like Zed has put up a number of nice winter weather vehicle tips lately and I highly recommend all of his ideas. The army sleep system items can be gotten at your local military shop, get a Homer bucket and gamma seal lid, toss some properly sealed items inside and your kit is done. I admit to being a fan (after his recommendation) of the Streamlight lantern – offers all the illumination and rescue modes you might want. Yes, those D size batteries might be a pain but it works when you need it to.

During the VERY cold weather of late I was ever more grateful that I bought one of these down skirts at an REI clearance sale a few years ago. I keep it put up until absolutely needed and let me tell you – nothing made the brief excursions outside tolerable while sick like that skirt. I can imagine it seems like overkill for the south to some of the northern types but let me tell you – put that over your jeans or sweatpants and you’ve a layer the wind cannot get through. I am tempted to get a shorter version for chilly spring mornings. One might wonder, “Does this down make my butt look big?” but it doesn’t matter. Is my butt warm? Yes. When it comes to me and being comfy in rough weather I DO NOT CARE what I look like. In the end, few things work as well in concert as wool and down. My Woolrich sweater over my silk long john top (thin and warm) and a down vest over all that with strong wind breaking coat was fine for the brisk 20’s. Layers are so vital – you have to be able to release the heat to avoid sweating in your clothes during exertion so that you don’t get chilled when you stop.

Seriously, though, you need only to review his site to find all you need to know about being ready for any event – his recommendations have stocked my bins for a few years, now. I need to dump my backpack out, toss the ancient crumbles of energy bars, and stock it afresh. My truck was down for a month (yes, I was right – U joint again) so I haven’t had it out for my annual winter do-over. But I need to check it all, re-seal the bags, etc. I also received a label maker which will aid in making clear what is in those handy small inserts – nice to segregate your food from medicine from clothes but if you aren’t getting in the bag often you will not remember during an emergency. Just because your med bag is red doesn’t mean you can find the good bandages fast. And, yes, those supplies get nasty over time, too. Rubber and adhesive fail with time and temperature so plan to refresh that red bag, also. Imagine the frustration of trying to bandage up a wound one-handed only to find that your tape has sealed to itself. Permanently.

Nothing like a cold winter to make you consider your preparations, eh? Don’t find out the hard way that what you thought was Just Fine is really Just Barely Enough.

R and R

What a whirlwind the month has been! I can hardly remember Thanksgiving and fret about how little gifting I managed but in the end, with the kind reminder of a friend, I surrendered all such concerns and just let it all unfold. Between her admonition that no one will notice anything left undone and the following sentiment from Susan Branch I was left with a calm and peaceful heart.

“It’s not what’s on the plates that counts, it’s what’s on the chairs. Your friends and family. A party is a gift you give the ones you love.”

Sarge drove home for the funeral, managing all those details with an amazing professionalism. He had such a burden to bear but he did it all. I am sure some people were wondering why I was not there but a party had to be managed…he drove home, arriving the evening before the party.

We hosted a baby shower luncheon on Christmas Eve, amazed by how many people attended. It was a nonstop day and, come evening, I collapsed on the sofa, ignorant of anything going on around me. Christmas morning was slow and quiet, neither of us wishing to be pressed for time. Too, it was the first one in which he would not – could not – call his mother and give her a Merry Christmas. That realization hit hard as his feet his the floor. I remember it well and, frankly, it is a disappointment that rears its head every High Holy.

So we took our time, putting off the dinner obligation as long as we could, just enjoying each other’s company. It was yesterday that I offered the idea of taking a vacation over Christmas, avoiding all the planning and drama by merely not being there! He added on the idea of our gifting each other a mutual item, perhaps something for the house or garden. I think we have hit on the perfect solution and Christmas 2017 will find us in Wyoming. How wonderful to just let it all go with a smile and a wave. Yes, I think I could manage that quite well.

I hope your own holidays were as calm and bright as possible.