My heart

The kids in the house have been fabulous in the days leading up to dear friends, The Dursts and the Thompson's coming to visit for a night before heading on to Sacramento to see the rest of their 'forever' friends. Much gets left until 'later' when it comes to housework and organization, and later seems to never arrive,(or budget does not allow for proper tools) so there was MUCH to do.  Stuff probably no one else cares about except me, but it's the way I'm wired. (thank you Mommy for that particular gene) One of the kids even cleaned the rock fireplace for me and braved a rather tall ladder to clean the paddles of the ceiling fan. (there's a family story in there my mother in law would tell and I live in horror of it happening to me!)  Many did mudane things like clean the wrought iron bannisters and scrub the bath tub.  Most was done with a cheerful heart. (this is the single most thing I appreciate!) And major kudos to ALL my 'kids' who pitched in. Steven, Brannon, Bradley, Liana, Shauna, Mikey, Sarah, Jared and Shawn.  If I've forgotten anyone, forgive me.... I thank you too!

So with the grocery shopping done, the food prep began.  Mike wanted a stuffed pork tenderloin w/apples, onions, garlic, golden raisens, almonds, italian parsley and fresh basil, a simple meal, but requires quite a bit of prep. It's always my struggle to get the house in order with enough time to do the food without coming across like woman who just ran a marathon, though it's often what happens!  But, everything was ready by the time they arrived.  Pork stuffed and ready for oven, corn on the cob in the pot ready for cooking, rice with toasted pasta and almonds in the rice cooker only needing to be turned on.  Only the salad left to do and I enjoyed having Allie make it while I finished a few other details, like frosting the cake.  Lemon with cream cheese frosting. And yes, it was as good as it sounds, all of it, if I do say so myself!

 

Lots of visiting... Mike and David out in the gazebo, Allie and I in the kitchen, Mikey and Allie in the kitchen, Paula, Sarah and I in the kitchen, babies here and there, Matty in one room, Benny in another, naps, time to wake up, time to eat.  A full table with people I have loved from the moment we met, literally. Twenty years or so of friendship with many years to come. This makes my heart happy.

The contrast to this joy is the bittersweet of today being the one year anniversary of Lisa Lioness moving to heaven.  Again, the remembrance of how fragile life is.  Playing with Steve and Cassie's boys brought such bittersweet joy.  I'm glad they were there, but it did make the saying goodbye again a bit tougher. And I miss my cousin. What an amazing heart she had. A great pre-school teacher who blessed the lives of many of her students and their families. Knowing her memory lives on in so many young lives brings such honor to her and who she was.  This makes my cousin heart joyful for my memories of her.

One more day of work and Mike, Jared and I leave for Texas to see Joe before he deploys in August.  Mikey flies out same time to join the tour again, and they are playing Fort Hood on the 4th of July. That will be fun. Mikey will get to spend extra days with his brother.  This makes my mommy heart smile for sons who love each other.

Leaving the 99...: Life at whirlwind pace

Leaving the 99...: Life at whirlwind pace: "It's complicated. So much going on. Still soaking in the tragedy of Victor's wife Crystal dying from the horrible parasailing accident, an..."

Life at whirlwind pace

It's complicated.  So much going on.  Still soaking in the tragedy of Victor's wife Crystal dying from the horrible parasailing accident, and just a few days later Joe, MY Joe, (daughter in law calls him G.I. Joe, and that's awesome, but he's MY Joe to me.) calls before I'm even awake to tell me he's been transferred to another Unit on the last day of in-processing.  O.K., not such a big deal. Oh wait, that's not the reason for the call.  The new unit is being deployed asap.  THUD AGAIN!

  

Craziness abounds.  I cry.  I worry. (yeah, I know, trust in God, doing that, but my Mommies heart is just another story!) Must tell husband, who immediately begins asking questions I can't answer,then goes to search the new unit online. It's a whole new Army, not like the days the only communication was via actual hand written letters by your soldier.Today, unit's have Facebook and the commanders, well, mostly their assistants, twitter! Information abounds.....at least info the Army lets you know. I go and wake Mikey and Jared, seems important enough to wake everyone to let them begin the stress of deployment.  Why should Mom have all the fun?

It's been a week now since we got the news, and I've settled down.  We have an actually deployment date for early August and he's to Tattoine, as he say, a galaxy far, far away.  Iraq.  I guess it's the less scary of the other options out there, but given all I've been through, let's just say my Mommies heart is on guarded optimism.

Flash forward to the  things at the house.  Companies arrives tomorrow, major juggling of the beds, the enlistment of nearly every member of the Colfax Crew to whip the house into shape so we put the on the dog. Ah, and speaking of dogs, Chance appears to be gone. Been missing two weeks, and not at the pound.  I strongly suspect that the last morning we saw him he got too close to Mama Bear, or Mama Deer or the Mountain Lion was really hungry.  Bad timing, could really use that wonderful dogs sweetness and joy he's brought us all.  

Going to see Joe and Krista soon.

My night job

I have two jobs at which I earn a paycheck. One is working as Admin. Ass't. to the Sierra Pacific Conference Free Methodist Church and I often refer to it as my day job.  The other is my 'night job' since most of the time, I do nights shifts so I can work my day shift more consistently.   Said night job is working as a surgical technician, and I work in labor and delivery.  I love it because most of the time it is a happy place and babies are such wonderful creatures that show God's greatest of miracles, life.

Tonight I'm working.  I wasn't here long when I noticed I had a missed call from my nephew Josh.  It's been a slow shift, so I gave him a quick call.  He had terrible news to tell me and was concerned how Joe would take it.   One of Joe's classmates from Victory, who he lived with for a few months while he worked in Sacramento before joining the Army lost his wife of just less than two weeks in a tragic para sailing accident in the Bahama's while on their honeymoon.  They were double para sailing and apparently the rope broke.  Crystal did not survive the fall, and Victor is the hospital, alert and aware he has lost his bride.  I of course thanked Josh for calling me, then I called Joe.  I cannot tell you how I hate being the bearer of bad news.  They had phone calls to make, as Krista's brother and Victor were best buds, and is how Joe met Krista.  It's been a long night without much to occupy my mind with.

We had a baby earlier, but I was not present at the birth.  Our second baby was born just a few minutes ago to a couple who had been trying for four years to have their miracle baby.  Lots of pushing and hard work, finally baby arrived.  I was in the room for that birth and it was quiet emotional as the parents had waited so long.  After assisting the Doctor with a few necessary items, it hit me like a ton of bricks the reality that life goes on.  Please don't think me callous for thinking this so soon after Crystals extremely untimely death.  In facing many of my own losses of loved ones, a sister, parents, grandparents, another friends child, and friends, I've often wished that time would stand still, not because I wanted it to end, but because I needed time to adjust to the loss,time to catch my breath, but time does not stand still, not even for mourning our loved ones.  With the news of tragic loss, I also had the privilege to witness the greatest miracle, the birth of child. And time moves on, and life goes on.

As I sat down to write this the radio was playing, ironically, Time after Time but Cyndi Lauper.  A song that always reminds me of my sister Geri.  Two lines stuck out clearly to me tonight.........  'this precious time, when time is new'   Lord, help me to always remember how precious time is, and to use it wisely.

Leaving the 99...: The Yard

Leaving the 99...: The Yard: "Thursday I stayed home from the office due to some work being done there that made doing my job impossible. Good stuff, just not the kind I..."

The Yard

Thursday I stayed home from the office due to some work being done there that made doing my job impossible.  Good stuff, just not the kind I could work through.  

I had been putting off some yard chores waiting for nicer weather.  Thursday became that day.  I was great, Shawn and Tim worked clearing the witches broom for a couple of hours while I began the year re-potting of plants and such.  The witches broom is on going issue along with mountain misery that all the boys have been asked to spend an hour a day on till we get some serious clearing done.  I cleared weeds and old growth from the bath tub..... see picture.  Seemed like a good thing to put tomato plants in with all the critters that could have their way from gophers to deer, protecting plants around here is a challenge.  I prepared another small strip next to the gazebo so I could plant the pepper plants Peggy brought me a couple weeks ago. (Everything went on hold till after Annual Conference!)

Later in the day, Michael S. with the help of a couple of friends began the work on the flower/garden bed that has been dormant for years, then last year, Mike filled it with the unusually massive amount of acorns that fell from the trees.  The bed then began growing mass amounts of baby oak trees and now needs to be eradicated of all sprouts!

Good progress, but just the surface of all that needs to be done.  Kind of like the hearts of those who live here.  So many weeds growing where they do not belong, and yet I know Jesus is the perfect gardener who knows just how much to pull and prune so as not to stun or destroy, but to cause life to grow more abundantly. Praying they desire to know my Gardener.

The House

Thought a picture of the house would be appropriate.  From the left is a screened porch that leads to the living room. The living room is my favorite room in the house with an amazing rock fireplace, and large windows on the either end w/an 8ft. sliding door that separates it from the porch. All windows are original to the house, single paned, and drafty. Window to the right of front door is Sarah's room, behind the garage is the Master bedroom.  One full bath, one half bath, and one working stool upstairs in what will be a bathroom someday.  Yeah, it gets interesting.  The kitchen and breakfast nook are between the living room and laundry room.  I spent a lot time in the kitchen!  Upstairs is one small complete bedroom, seen in the picture, the french doors on the balcony are that room.  The windows to the right side of the balcony is the only other 'formal' room, meaning it's frames, insulated and tyveked with electricity.  It's cooled w/a wall a/c and heating with a room heater that looks like a freestanding woodstove. The rest of the upstairs is completely unfinished.  Framed, soon to be completed insulation, but that's it.  Last night, four boys slept in the 'open' area that has a sectional couch and double mattress on the floor.  They have it rigged with T.V. and game systems and lamps. That's about it.  My prayer, dream, wish, desire, heart would be to find a way to finish it, without cost to the Conference and to not have to worry about having enough food to feed them.  

Changes along the way.....

This started out as a cooking journal.  For those who followed, I didn't make the audition, and while it would have been great fun, God certainly had other plans for me.  I live in a house that will belong to our church conference,(currently trust deeded to the conference) and we are the caretakers.  House is designated to a retreat center for Pastors, but the upstairs is not complete, built in 1970, the downstairs is finished, but not upstairs.  We pay no rent, but plenty of utilities (that's a whole story by itself) part of the taxes and few other expenses related to upkeep of the house and property, which sits on 42 acres.  It's a great deal of work and no budget or plans to complete the upstairs until it is completely owned by the Conference.  


What has all this to do with anything?  Well, Mike and I live here with two of our sons, one is gone for weeks at a time on music tours. The other child, my youngest, could be blamed for a great deal, but I'll get to that in a bit.


Last November when my middle son left for basic training, one of Jared's friends, Shauna, approached me about renting Joe's room and I said yes. (Jared's friend)  At Christmas time, Sarah, (another story unto itself) needed a place to get on her feet, we gave her the guest room.  Directly after christmas, Shawn (Jared's friend.... well, long time church friend who's Mom is also a friend of mine and another story unto itself) needed a home with adults who would keep him accountable to graduate from school and it looks like we will be making that happen.  He shared the trailor with Jared.  About 6 wks ago Shauna approached me about a friend of hers, Liana who needed a place to live, and I said yes.  She shares Shauna's room with her.  The other day, Sarah informs me that another friend of Jared's who's been hanging around the house more than usual was homeless....THUD.... out of rooms, but plenty of cushions and sleeping bags, said young man now has a place he knows he can come to for safety.  Need a score card???  So do I.  


One thing at time.  It's late and I'm still quite exhausted from Annual Conference prep and event, but you can see there's plenty to write about.  Do I know where this is leading, no, not really.  But I'm willing to take the journey.  Join me.