NEPALIAUSTRALIAN’s Blog Award 2016 Nominations Announced

Okay everyone. So you all know, I’ve been nominated for most divers blog. If you like my blog. Please vote and while you’re at it, check out some of the other blogs nominated in the other categories as well and show your love by voting for them as well. Thanks!!!

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Thank you everyone for getting behind Nepaliaustralian Blog Award 2016 and nominating your favourites blogs. So now the nomination has closed and it’s time to vote for your favourite blogs to win the title.

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Following are the nominations in each category.

  • Best Blog for 2016
  1. https://witlessdatingafterfifty.wordpress.com/
  2. https://megaworthit.com/
  3. https://atkokosplace.wordpress.com/
  4. https://passionfruitgarden.com/
  5. https://anewlifewandering.com/
  • Best Photo Blog 2016
  1. https://milliethom.wordpress.com/
  2. https://kcsantoshphotography.wordpress.com/
  3. https://travelswithchoppy.com/
  4. http://www.retireediary.wordpress.com
  5. https://thesnowmeltssomewhere.wordpress.com/
  • Best Food Blog 2016
  1. https://recipereminiscing.wordpress.com/
  2. https://koolkosherkitchen.wordpress.com/
  3. http://cookingfromheart.com/
  4. http://foodpleasureandhealth.com/
  5. http://ministryofcurry.com/
  • Best Travel Blog 2016
  1. https://enchantales.wordpress.com
  2. https://lostinprettyeurope.wordpress.com/
  3. http://annasherchand.com/
  4. https://irene-travelogue.com/
  5. https://amandacoxdesign.wordpress.com/
  • Best Fashion Blog 2016
  1. https://lifewithtisha.com/
  2. https://fashionandmoore.com/
  3. http://sylandsam.com/
  4. https://disasterdavis.wordpress.com/
  5. https://fashiongirlanonymous.wordpress.com/
  • Best Personal Blog 2016
  1. https://aftertheraincomessunshine.com/
  2. https://kenthinksaloud.wordpress.com/
  3. https://alinabarac.wordpress.com/
  4. https://forestwoodfolkart.wordpress.com/
  5. https://crazychinesefamily.com/
  • Most Diverse Blog 2016
  1. https://forestwoodfolkart.wordpress.com/
  2. https://hungrydai.wordpress.com/
  3. https://joliesattic.com/
  4. https://aloversmuse.wordpress.com/
  5. https://shiviiamphoenix.wordpress.com/
  • Best New Blog 2016
  1. http://www.sustayableme.com/
  2. https://southmeetssoutheast.wordpress.com/
  3. http://enchantales.wordpress.com
  4. http://annasherchand.com/
  5. https://hello1am.com/

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Please copy the following on the comment box and type 1, 2, 3, 4 or 5 next to each category.

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Chloe and the Rutabaga

I don’t know what it is, old age or perhaps something else, but…

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Do you think she’ll find me here?

my kitty has recently started to beg for leftovers. After 14 years, she’s become a pest at begging, pacing the coffee table or pacing for us to give her something. Of course, we don’t. Well, maybe a piece of meat now and then or she gets to lick our ice cream bowls. She’s been doing that for years, but that’s pretty much it. Honest. It’s that damn dog, I’m sure of it!  She’s picking up his bad manners.  The difference is, he can’t jump on the counter to get into what she can.

Earlier this morning, she had yowled something fierce to go outside.  It wasn’t until sometime after she’d yowled to come back in, that she launched the erring meal.

I was heading to my office and there it was. That’s how I happened upon a copious amount of kitty barf. It wasn’t just her normal barf, hairballs and such. Nope, for low and behold when I went to clean it up, it had rutabaga in it. Rutabaga!? Yup! Rutabaga.

Hmmmm, so that’s why she wanted out. She went for her herbal cure, some greenery from outdoors to help her expel the in-digestive culprit. How she managed the feat without me hearing or knowing what she was up to, ie her usual heaving, I have no clue, but she did.

Unfortunately, it was in the middle of the hallway, where I couldn’t ignore it.  There was no getting back to it for a later pick up. I suppose I could have jumped over it, but no, it was in my path no matter what I did. If I went to the kitchen, it would be there. If I went to the office or the bathroom, there it would be telling me, “I’m waiting”.  Do I dare leave it for my hubby for when gets home and let him do the clean up?  Nah, I wish. There would be no way to pretend it wasn’t there. Now, if I were a guy I would probably have photographed it to prove to you the massive, enormous proportion she expelled, but alas I am not and I didn’t. Obviously I thought of it though. Hehe.

Back in time:

It brought back to my mind, the time I was a flight attendant and this one passenger was not handling the flight well. As I walked past her, she held the bag to her face like a lover, heaving into it profusely. From where I stood, it looked more than half full.  I offered to take it as I extended her another, but she vehemently shook her head no.  This poor young thing, green as she was would not relinquish the bag but kept heaving more into it.

Finally,  I entreated her to please let me give her a new bag. I assured her we had plenty.  She motioned for me to draw near her.  I leaned in as far as I could, as she was sitting in the window seat ..  She then whispers to me, “I dropped my dentures in the bag”! Dentures?  She couldn’t have been more than 20! OMG!!  Well, being the professional I was, I handed her the new bag and insisted I would take care of the other.

Yep!  I did it. By now, the bag was so full I had to gingerly carry it into the “biffy” and close the door behind me.

Inside, I took a deep breath and started pouring her “remains” into the sink.  (It couldn’t be the toilet or whoosh out it would go into Neverland.)  Nope, not outside the plane, but instead the sink where I would have a measure of control of it’s contents. Why didn’t she tell me sooner?  Well, as you can imagine my gag reflexes kicked in. I was gagging and dry heaving the whole time.  After what felt like an interminably long time, I finally found the wayward ivories. I then proceed to disinfect them and everything else, before wrapping them up in a towel. Before exiting, I pull myself together and re enter the cabin as composed as possible. With a victorious smile, I graciously and discreetly hand her her teeth.  Still distraught, slightly green and ever so grateful, the embarrassed young lady thanks me.

The now:

So here I am arming myself to mount my attack. It’s a dark mustard yellow so it was a good idea I didn’t leave it for the hub. By then it would have become permanently infused into our pale carpet.  It would have left a stain.  Nope, gotta have the chlorine wipes. Hopefully, that ought to get it. Next, are the carpet cleaner and loads of paper towels. Ah! and a baggy to throw it all in when I’m done.

Good Grief Chloe!

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Whew! Now for a nap!

I start out first rounding up the excess. That’s when I discovered the rutabaga.  We had rutabaga’s in a stew, two nights ago. Two nights ago?  Ahhhh, but leftovers yesterday.  Hubby didn’t care for it.  He’s not much into “exotic” veggies. Normally, I wouldn’t put rutabagas in stew, but I’ve been trying to avoid potatoes, so I gave it a try. It was just okay. He still prefers potatoes. Oh well.

Apparently she jumped the counter and got into my leftovers. Note to self: “watch that cat!”

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As my step mother would say, “Thank you Jesus!” then she’d proceed to cross herself.

I will really like it when we can afford to lay tile everywhere.

The Blogger Tag

I was tagged by the lovely Tanya for this blogger tag. I’ve not done a blogger tag before, so I’m not quite sure how this works.  I’m guessing I will use the same questions my blogger friend replied to.  I am flattered at having received this and compelled to respond to it for so many reasons. The most important being that I think it’s absolutely amazing that through blogging, people of all backgrounds from all over the world, and in various stages of their life can share information, perspectives and encourage one another from so many different vantage points.  For example I am several generations senior to sweet Tanya who is still in high school and yet we’ve made a connection.  That, in of itself, is phenomenal!  So here goes.

Question 1: How tall are you?

I am short. I am somewhere between a 5’2 and 5’3, but I think I’ve shrunken some. It comes with age, you know. And no you can’t take my height as 5’2!  As Tanya wrote, “The tiny difference is important. (short people will understand).” She’s right, we count every cm or micro-inch we can.

Question 2: Do you have a hidden talent?

Hmmmm. If it’s hidden, how would I know about it? I’m inclined to think not. I’m what you may call, “A jack of all trades, master of none”. Since I have friends from all over, that just means I can do almost anything (or try to) but I’m not magnificent in any of it.

Question 3: What’s your biggest blog-related pet peeve?

Rants.  Not much else.  I can’t stand blogs that go on and on about the same thing, like they’re beating a dead horse. My feeling is “get over it”.  Sharing what you learn from a bad turn of events is different, sharing to help someone else is also different, but belly aching about the same thing over and over and over again and getting nowhere is an exercise in futility and beneficial to no one. I like cheery blogs. Entertain and teach me something new. I’m too old to be feeding on negativity.

Question 4: What’s your biggest non-related blog pet peeve?

People who expect me to believe and respect their opinion or way of thinking without giving consideration to mine. I may come around to your way of thinking but don’t force or tell me I have to believe as you do. The street runs both ways.

Question 5: What’s your favorite song?

I don’t think I have a favorite song. The theme from To Kill a Mockingbird still sends chills up my spine and I like Monday, Monday by the Mama’s and Papa’s. It reminds me of Badfish, and “Little Surfer Girl” by the Beachboys remind me of ditching school to go surfing. (I didn’t surf, but my boyfriend did and I’d write all the excuse letters for him and his friends to go to the “dentist”, so I was the surfer girl).

Question 6: What’s your favorite social media website?

Twitter, Instagram & LinkedIn. I get to meet so many like-minded people there.

Question 7: What’s your favorite way to spend your time when you’re alone?

I’m alone most all the time. (Not Kidding) I read, write, bask in quiet solitude, play cognitive games to challenge my brain, (mother had Alzheimer’s so that worries me some) or watch movies and shows to relax me and learn.  At least that’s what I tell myself.

Question 8: Whats your favorite junk food?

Ice creams with chocolate, fruit and nuts and Lays Potato Chips. Unfortunately, I puff up like a balloon (salty Lays) or go into a deep frump (sugar downer) when I have them, so I dodge them like a bullet.

Question 9: Do you have a pet or pet(s)? If so, what kind and what are their names?

I have two.  I have a Papillon named Ferguson around 7 years old, and a tabby cat, Chloe who is 14. We’ve known her since she was a kitten.

Question 10: What are your number one favorite non-fiction and fiction books?

Non-fiction – As a kid, it was the entire encyclopedia Brittanica . Otherwise, If How To’s Were Enough, We Would All be Skinny, Rich and Happy by  Brian Klemmer.

Fiction. Wow! No number one book here.  I guess novels of fantasy adventure, historical and mystery genres.  I’ve read all works by Agatha Christie (at least I think I have). I love old works, stories written ages ago and found at yard sales and old book stores.

Question 11: What’s your favorite beauty product or tool?

I take very good care of my skin. My favorite “tool” is my hands. Cleansers and creams vary all the time as I rotate them out as I age. Some I make myself by combining product, but that’s how I stay looking young. Believe it or not, a blend of olive oil and coconut oil massaged in the creases works better than botox (not that I’ve ever used botox) to minimize wrinkles.

Question 12: When were you last embarrassed? What happened?

I keep embarrassing myself.  I have poor navigational skills and my husband never lets me forget the time we went on a hut trip (cross country skiing) in Aspen. We left our cabin to ski some slopes not far away and at the end of the day, I offered to lead the way back…   as I confidently headed in the wrong direction, the rest of the group just stood there staring at me and laughed. Actually, I don’t know who was more embarrassed, me or my husband. Needless to say they never asked me to lead again.

Question 13: If you could only drink one beverage (besides water) for the rest of your life what would it be?

I have to pick one? I like water best.  I make my own juice (a combination of beets, carrot, celery, kale, ginger, apple or pineapple), but I only have that once first thing in the morning. Coffee or tea (maybe) later in the morning and wine (occasionally) in the evening. Coke or Sprite with popcorn at the movies. So of all those, any dry wine, (I’m not a sweet wine drinker).

Question 14: What’s your favorite movie?

To Kill A Mockingbird has always been my favorite, but I  was really affected lately by a new release called A Monster Calls. Trailers linked.

Question 15: What was your favorite lesson at school?

P.E.  Physical Education (I always liked sports) followed by English.

Question 16: If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live?

I have always thought I’d like to live in Italy, though I’ve never been. If wishes grew on trees (like money does) I’d live out of my suitcase and be a wanderer and sample all (well most) countries. Some for longer periods than others.

Question 17: PC or Mac?

PC (and iPhone.)

Question 18: Last romantic gesture from a crush, date, boy/girlfriend, spouse? 

Ummm Sorry. I gotta censor that one, but it was all good. (smile) Trust me. For those of you still young and have a belief that “it” may die, it doesn’t, I promise.

 

Question 19: Favorite celebrity?

Liam Neeson.  I have a big megga crush on him and as long as he keeps his politics to himself, he will remain on my “hot” list. Kurt Russell is my next “hottie” love.

Question 20: What blogger do you secretly want to be best friends with?

No one special friend, well maybe Badfish because we already know each other personally. I feel that my other blogger friends and I are already “besties” though we’ve not met and despite the fact that we may not agree on all subjects.  Our diversity is what makes them all special to me.

Question 21: Who is your biggest inspiration?

My family, my children. They cheer me on when I think I can’t and their confidence that I can do anything is what keeps me motivated.

Question 22: What is your favorite blog to read?

Oh, I have lots of favorites and not enough time to give them. I like Badfish‘s travelogues, Bunkarydo‘s humor, Nutsrok’s stories, fashion, cooking recipe, photography, inspiration, health, bodybuilding, poems, reviews, you name it.

Question 23: What is your favorite high street shop?

What’s a high street shop?

Question 24: Are you in education or do you work?

I  currently work at being retired and it gets lonesome some times, especially now that my husband has a day job. Before that we horsed around a lot and that was fun. We enjoy one another’s company and I miss that.

Question 25:  One thing you are proud of?

Family. I love my kids even though I sometimes question their choices as they take detours that surprise me. I love my hubby, who is my best friend.

I Tag –

Elizabeth

P.J. Lazos

BelleUnrah

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Chape

Alexis Rose

 

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Dear Mr. President-Elect

I really liked how she presents a human perspective on a touchy subject. She’s right, we are after all family. We can be stubborn or we can bend. The choice is ours to make.

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Dear Mr. President Elect

My Greek immigrant grandparents arrived in this country sometime in the early 1920’s from Istanbul when it was still Constantinople, and while no one talks about it, I’m fairly sure they didn’t just leave, but escaped. Ethnic cleansing is nothing new across the globe: WWII Germany; Bosnia and Rwanda in the 1990’s; Syria today. For my grandparents, it was the problem of the Armenian extinction. About 1 million Armenians and half a million Greeks were killed between 1915 and 1923, but the number is sketchy because to this day, Turkey denies it even happened. (For a great book on the topic, read Black Dog of Fate, by Balakian.)

What was once the Ottoman Empire — the most culturally ambitious and religiously inclusive place the world had known, a stunning experiment of cooperation and trust — was losing ground as parts of it claimed independence, and…

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A Heart Broken

 

I was sitting here trying to get motivated to work on my movie scripts.  Two of them. So I turned on my record player and started playing records. Everything from Henry Mancini, Neil Diamond, The Pointer Sisters (for my work out) and migrating to the Beatles. The Beatles ’65 album was great. The nostalgia thing was going well, so, I dig through my collection for more.

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Isn’t it great when you can listen to an album and get transported back in time, even to a time perhaps you shouldn’t have?

There are great times in the past and maybe times best left in the past. This may have been one of them, but then maybe not.

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I sat here smiling at A Hard Days Night, remembering the time a bunch of us kids got into a friends ’53 souped up Chevy ala “American Grafitti” to go to a drive in, ala “Grease”.  I sat in the front with my friend and I do mean just friend. We piled in several others into the trunk of the car to sneak them in.  Once we got situated, they’d pop out the back seat.

Then a series of songs came on and I was overwhelmed.

Have you ever had your heart broken and have the pain be so excruciating that you think you could die?  Well, that’s what I was experiencing now. How can an album do that?  How can one song especially do that?

 

I was at first in so much pain just now, I could’t explain it.  I didn’t know what the how was I just knew it was something that happened in the past. Then it all came gushing forth.

As I listened to this song it was as if I was transported back to that time and the tears began to spill and fall and it was all I could do not to blubber. My heart was broken all over again. I had loved and lost, not once but twice in a row in just one year and I remember feeling lost and oh so unloved. For awhile, I was that kid again.

I’d not only lost love but now I was pregnant. I remember fretting about how I would tell mother.  I was pregnant and no father. I knew what she’d say. It was my fault – I was “no good”, “a tramp” nad “who’s gonna love you?” “no decent guy would have you”!! It was true, I was unlovable.  It couldn’t have been more agonizing.  But, I would had to face the music alone. It was the 60’s and good girls didn’t get in “trouble.”

My mother was pregnant already with my little brother and now to drop a bomb like this.

I managed to keep it hidden until well into my second trimester until my brother was born, then braced myself.

I was an embarrassment to my family, a disgrace to the church and my young man gone.  People wouldn’t even acknowledge my existence. In the church I belonged to at the time, not even God loved me. No shower was thrown. They couldn’t show acceptance. To throw a shower would send the wrong message to other teens.  No balloons, no banner or congratulatory responses. I was shunned until her arrival like she was a disease.

I would do my exercises and listen to music and cry. More often my tears were more in query. I so wanted a boy to treat me like I saw them treating other girls. Special.  I never had a boyfriend go to bat for me. No, my “boyfriends” lasted a couple of months and then they’d throw me away like yesterday’s garbage.

What was wrong with me? Why couldn’t anyone love me?  It had to be me. I’m not good enough, I’m the scourge of the earth.  I’d go to the delivery room with a scathing mom who in the end transferred any love she was capable of having to my child. She would claim her as her own.

If you’d seen or known me then you’d never have known the weight I was carrying because that’s what I do.  I survive. I hide the hurt and the pain inside and keep on truckin’. Inside I was feeling such pain you could not have imagined but it all worked out.

At the time, I would reconcile myself to love and being loved by my beautiful daughter. She was gorgeous and she was mine. No one could take her away.

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Thanks for listening y’all.  I must be in a mood.

Eventually, I was reconnected with the lost love that gifted me my daughter and we are now good friends and… at 45, I finally found my true love and a very good friend in my husband.

It had never occurred to me then that all those years of physical and emotional abuse as a child had created a very needy person. I did, in time learn that I am lovable and now I feel like Sally Fields when she won her Academy Award, and burst out with “You like me!”

So even though I had an nostalgic meltdown, which I’ll chalk up to perhaps aging, I must confess,  I have a great hubby, a supportive family, friends and blog community so truly now, I am blessed with no complaints. It’s all good.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Other Woman

A long time ago, too many to count, I lost my first husband to the other woman.  It was sad and I was miserable but I got over it.

I moved on far quicker than I imagined I could.  How and why?

Well… for one, it was the third time.  In my mind, I’d reasoned that a man that strays is not a man worth crying over.  If you take him back  (and I did twice before) then he’ll continue to stray.  What incentive is there for him to remain faithful if you keep taking him back?  Is it worth the heartache?  Not at all. Besides, I had two daughters, what kind of message would that be sending them?

So, I moved on and was eventually okay with it.

Then I married a younger man and he had women pal friends. Oh boy!  They were friends before I came along, so why worry about them.  I found it incredible that there was not more to their relationships.  When he and I started dating, he talked of them often, it was always “Jenny” this or “Pam” that.  So, of course, I thought perhaps there’s more there than I realize?  Hmmmm.

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Jenny was the pretty one and his “favorite” climbing buddy. She was always available to go on trips with him and he loved having someone to climb with. On occasion it puzzled him that her husband had no problem with her gallivanting off alone with a single guy.  In the early stages of our relationship when we were just friends, I ignored any speculation. Easy peasy. Not my problem.

One summer, I took a climbing trip with my rock-climbing buddies and he went trekking with  Jenny and I thought perhaps Pam,  another one of his regular climbing partners, but he reminded me how the two women didn’t get along so it wasn’t likely they’d pair up with him. Could it have been jealousy?  No telling.  It was kind of funny actually.

In the meantime, my guys, ( I was with three) helped me set up my tent on a mound not far from theirs so they could keep an eye out for me while giving me some privacy.  I loved it.  I know little about my BF’s trip, but it didn’t matter.  We were after all only dating then.

Off track for a moment here. Now, for those of you unfamiliar with climbing in general, let me inform you that not all climbing is technical, meaning requiring ropes and harness.  In fact climbing routes have numerical classifications depending on their difficulty, so when I refer to “rock” climbing, then I’m letting you know it is more difficult or as some say “technical” which requires rope and harness pretty much all the time, except for the brave soul, and there are some who free climb regardless of it’s difficulty, but that’s not me. The hardest climb I ever did was a 5.10a (US) which I thought pretty tough,  but for a more experienced climber, probably not. When I refer to climbing fourteener’s, I mean peaks of over 14,000 feet in altitude, these may or may not require ropes at all, although it is possible. In fact, there are peaks of less than 14,000 feet, such as the Trinities in Colorado where you’d like to at least have the option of using ropes if necessary, which some in our group did. Later I questioned my own sanity for not having been one of them.  Most guidebooks will tell you if there is a probability of needing them depending on your own caliber of expertise. There are some heights and areas that although not necessarily difficult are so exposed that they can make you feel a bit woozy, so it then becomes more of a precaution than a necessity.  BTW, For me exposed means straight down or with very little to break your fall, should you fall. In cases like that you could get “sewing machine leg” which means your legs tremble uncontrollably from the tension and trepidation of taking the next step.  That can be especially true on lateral climbs but not so much on the vertical ones.  It somehow feels different.

 

Back on track. As our relationship progressed, my BF and I began going on trips together with his friends.  Mine were not backpacking climbers, so it was just me that migrated to the mountain climbing group.

I was a greenhorn when it came to this distance climbing.  While rock climbing required leg and arm strength with enough stamina to hike into the climbing area, climbing 14ner’s required more long distance stamina and in rare occasions, decent technical knowledge.  Usually in rock climbing, the places I went to required minimal trekking in and most areas, you could practically just drive up to get to them, like the City of Rocks in Idaho.

Climbing 14ner’s was tough in a different way.  I was always out of breath from the altitude… until someone cued me in on a trick.  But before I learned it, these new group of “friends” frequently left me in the dust while they practically ran up the mountain, found a spot to take a break and wait for me to catch up.  As soon as I’d get there, they’d put on their packs, wait a couple of minutes for me to take a swallow of water and maybe, if I was lucky, I’d get a bite of a granola bar before they’d be ready to head out again. I learned quickly not to bother sitting down because as soon as I sat down they’d be up, which was just as well because my legs would start congealing and it would be all I could do to get moving again if I sat too long.  Fortunately, I did get stronger. But that was at first and boy did Jenny enjoy being the queen bee in those early days.

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Even my BF (hubby) didn’t wait for me.  I remember half the time wondering why he was my BF.  It pissed me off because he’d be of with “her” or “them” and I was struggling behind.  I’d have to remind myself how I grew up at sea level and I was considerably older learning all new stuff to do. (I’m nearly 50 in those pictures above) It was all new to me so I was determined and at the end of the day I was glad of it.  I really loved getting to the top of peaks and seeing God’s creations in all their magnificent glory.  Not to mention testing my own strengths and tenacity. Getting left behind while Jenny, him and the rest of the gang were way ahead was quite motivating as well.

On one of the earlier camp outs, Jenny and I were off by ourselves and she tells me how she just can’t understand how he could fall for someone like me.  (Bitch!)  Without malice, I ask what she meant by that.  Her response, was… “you’re old-er”.. . Yes, that can’t be denied I am years older but she didn’t know how much older so her stating it cued me in on how she felt about him and how I was the interloper.

Huh!

I tell my BF and being a guy, a rock could land on his head and he’d never notice, but he laughed and said, “No way, we’re just friends. We both just like to climb.”

Riiiiight!

Then he adds, “besides, she’s married.”

No matter, I kept my eye on her because although Pam was a possibility, as a single woman, she never made any claims or try to mark her territory.

So, I used the principle of keeping your enemies closer and asked Jenny to go climbing on a trip my BF had done several times before and that she had failed on two other occasions, so it was good chance for me to have a partner and her to try again.  Gladstone sits between and near Mt. Wilson and Wilson Peak.  It pretty much required an early morning start, so like at about 3 am I’m up and a little later, pick her up. Soon we are headed out from home and arriving as early as possible and starting the actual climb at daybreak.

picture by John Kirk

We did Wilson Peak first then proceeded to head up Gladstone.  Unfortunately, it started snowing about then.  At first lightly and then suddenly humongous flakes begin coming down quickly.  It was an early autumn snow which was surprisingly wet, so note the foreground in the picture and the rocky ridge?  Well compound that with wet snow that because of the cold will freeze.  We get through about a third of the way and each step becomes progressively more tenuous.  I suggest we turn back. She says no, “she’s failed twice before and just can’t turn away again.” We went on a bit further until the snowfall escalated. In just a few minutes the places we’d passed earlier were completely white. It was my first attempt and though I felt for her, I wanted to see another day and wouldn’t continue.  Plus each step we took became slipperier as we progressed.  Getting there was possible, but the return?  When we turned around to come back, we both looked up to see what looked like giant alien stick figures materializing on the east face of the saddle where the snow had collected, across from Mt. Wilson.  It was like a sign from God.

As it turns out, we barely made it to this old mining shack we’d passed going up the mountain and took refuge there. It was still far from our vehicle, but until it abated some, it was a safe haven.  We worried it wouldn’t stop and we’d be stranded there overnight and I made calculations of what we had in our packs that could get us through the night. In light of that we made the decision to go for it. As it was, it was dark when we got off the mountain (remember, we started out initially at 3 am)  Sadly, it would be midnight before we drug our sorry bodies home.

I didn’t climb with her again.  Without sounding sexist, I observed that the climbers with more sense were generally guys and I trusted my hubby’s judgement best of all.  Some time later Jenny, would get a divorce and surprisingly, she did drop hints here and there which confirmed what I’d said.  Was he disappointed? I  asked.  Had she been free, would he have given her a second thought?  He was honest and said he didn’t know. The truth is, it was actually Pam he’d been more attracted to, but only because she was always up for a trip, other than that, he didn’t find her that attractive and she was so dang radical that he’d pretty much nixed her out as well.  As for my queries about Jenny’s climbing passion being more akin to his?  He said “No”, she wasn’t that great.  Yes, sure she liked to go out but he questioned her motivation because,  in retrospect there were times when she went on climbs with him that she failed the ascents, bailing halfway up. Her reasons were complaints of nausea and headaches, which to be honest, if you don’t adequately hydrate at those altitudes, it can be a problem.  As for abandoning climbs? Well, I too,  abandoned climbs before and in both instances I was with a singular other woman and both times it snowed heavily. I’d also heard stories my BF told me of times he should have and didn’t and how it could have been fatal. Then there were the news stories of people getting caught in blizzards and ending up dead or lost for days. It happens.

As for Jenny, I felt sorry for her because even though she remarried, it didn’t work out well for her that time either. From then on out, she climbed less and less but then so did we.  Age has a way of catching up to us, but for as much older as I was than they, I outlasted them all.

Oh, as for the trick I learned to survive the altitude and breathe easier?

Aspirin.

Bayer Aspirin Regimen Low Dose 81mg, Enteric Coated Tablets, 300 Ct

2016/2017 TAG

 

Hi my friends!

How are you ?

2016 is officially over on the entire planet and 2017 is here to tell us “Hello everybody!!” While we are still struggling with the realization of the dreams and desires that have not come true in the past 366 days, let’s start fresh.

So my friend, theguywhoalwayssaysno , thought to create an amazing: 2016/2017 TAG

What do you think of it ?

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I know you are already in love with this TAG, I can hear you all now.

Surely I’m not the first to send a tag, nor will I be the last, so do not start unnecessary arguments about who had the idea first, but have fun and that’s it.

It’s the first TAG that I’ve ever done, so we will learn together the rules and everything else:  I want to know all your secrets, so I’m super happy and fomented. ( lol)

EVERYONE CAN DO THIS TAG🙂

So, let’s start!

RULES:

  • Use the image that you find in this article.
  • Mention the blogger who has chosen you.
  • Answer the questions, below.
  • Mention 9 bloggers/friends and let them know through a comment on their blog.

Nutsrock, Badfish, londoner18, Roberta Pimentel, Richardo, Quill & Parchment, Calensariel, Notewords, Bunkaryudo.

 

QUESTIONS:

  • Describe your 2016 in 3 words.
  • Write the name of 2 people that have characterized your 2016.
  • Write the most beautiful place you’ve visited in 2016 and why you liked it so much.
  • Write the most delicious food you’ve tasted in 2016.
  • Write the event which has marked you more of this in 2016 (even global event).
  • Write the finest purchase you’ve made in this 2016, and if you want link a photo.
  • Write 3 good intentions for this 2017.
  • Write 1 place you want to visit in 2017.
  • Write 1 plate/food you want to eat in 2017

My Answers

  1. All is forgiven
  2. Two people:  My two independent daughters, Andrea and Tina. (They count as one since they share many of the same qualities and are the embodiment of me), and Julia Pajot – A music film composer from France who stayed with me this year and enriched my life in more ways than she knows.
  3. Laguna Beach – We could see kayakers in the water; see north and south beaches, plus ships and islands in the distance. Very pretty.
  4. Lunch at https://www.facebook.com/ChiguaclePlacitaOlvera/

5. Surprisingly, the deaths of Debbie Reynolds and Carrie Fisher. Not because they meant very much to me, so much as that mother and daughter would die so closely together. (I’ve heard of spouses doing so but not mother/ daughters) It is a reminder of how fragile one’s life is and how nothing is guaranteed.

6. I don’t do extravagant but – A bathrobe for my hubby. He’s never owned one before and after 25 years I only just learned that.

7. Three good intentions:  a. Take control of my eating habits, (ie cutting back on sweets) b. Finish and promote my own personal screenwriting works. C. Complete a successful adaptation of one of my fellow blogger’s amazing stories. (To be kept under wraps until further notice.) Wish us success!

8.  I used to travel a lot but haven’t in many years.  I would love to visit somewhere outside this country, other than Mexico. Will this be the year?

9. Foods to try. Hmmmm… I don’t know of anything I haven’t tried. Perhaps a local dish of wherever I get to go? Nothing specific comes to mind other than that.

Aaaaand it’s done!

I really hope you liked it my friends!

And now it’s YOUR turn: ENJOY IT!