ARRGHHHH!

I live on an Island, as most of you already know, and that island was zoned rural farmland for so many many years. That is what attracted us to stay here, versus going to a bigger city to live.

Dad liked the rural feel of the place, and as children we were allowed to go out side and play anywhere we wanted. We just had to be home for dinner. We got out on the road with our bikes and rode for hours! We were safe, and the biggest town on the island was Oak Harbor with 3000 people. That even counted the base! The city limits of Oak HArbor could be seen by standing at Chimes Corner and looking all around you. There was no part of the city that was farther away than 2 miles.

Tourists discovered the place in the late 70's and the developers were not far behind.

Island County has a Board of commissioners that regulates development, but unfortunatly they were also related to the builders and developers. OUr Town Mayor was also into Real Estate, and had relatives who were contractors. Needless to say, our farmland was rezoned and sold to the highest bidder. That lasted for a few years, and then a law was passed that said they could not develop more than 5 acres and in some places 2.5 acres. So these too were bought up and built upon. Now Oak Harbor has grown so big and so fast, that it has had to co-opt the surrounding land into the city limits. Now from one end of town to the other could be 10 miles! these newly acquired parcels were sold to developers, who have built homes right on top of each other, back yard to backyard, and shoulder to shoulder.

THe average home price 15 years ago was 100,000 and I bought my home out in the county, under the flight pattern of the auxilliary airbase, for 97,500. It is a very modest 1400 SF home on a fairly large lot. But I am shoulder to shoulder with the houses on either side.

The voters of Island COunty have been voting down tax increases, and only a few precincts actually voted in a school levy or a fire levy. Island County is getting frustrated by trying to provide services to everyone, when no one was allowing increases to pass. So they got even. This year when we all got our tax assesments, we saw that our homes have improved in value as much as 25% in one year! My modest little home is now valued at 193,500! WHAT!!!!!

I retired here because I knew that what I would be getting would pay my mortgage and leave me enough to live on comfortably. Now, since the increase in value, our taxes are rising, (remember, we pay a certain percent or portion of a percent per 1000, of value, for each item with their hand in the pot.) So now my taxes have skyrocketed, my interest rate has risen, and my pay has stayed the same.

With all of the building and selling of houses that we are seeing on this island, soon the average price of a home will be close to 400,000! That is not an exageration!

Greed has caused all of this. Greed of the developers who have lured the farmers and their heirs to sell their land, greed of the contractors who are working for the developers, greed of the people coming up from California with tons of money in their pockets from selling their 900 sf home for 1/2 a million dollars and buying a 3500 SF home with the money they got. Greed Greed Greed! It is becoming so bad that the average person will not be able to afford to own their own home.

THere was an item on the news just this evening about a mobile home park for Seniors that was sold to developers. THey will of course throw away the mobile homes, and build condos on the land. Meanwhile the owner of the lot just got rich, and and developers are getting richer, while the Seniors now have no place to go, no funds to move their mobiles into another lot if they could find an empty space, and are now soon to homeless.

Something has to happen to stop this insanity. We have got to realize that bigger is not better, and have got to have low income, SAFE places for seniors and others to live. I may not be able to afford my home much longer, and I looked into getting a mobile...80,000!!! SHIT! and that was before the lot fee and the skirting!

I do not know what the answer is or should be, But we as a country had better find a suitable solution soon! Just how many houses need to be built? And where are all the people coming from that are moving into these new houses? and what has happened to the houses they moved out of? I do not see a lot of empties sitting around, so they are not all being torn down.

I am hanging on by my fingernails, but they are breaking, and I may soon have to sell and move in with DOnna.

What a weekend!

Friday night was the first night of auditions for FOREVER PLAID, and we went in there expecting to be there all night, as we had heard that all kinds of people were wanting to audition for the 4 parts.

We had 4 total people turn out from age 15-55! What a bummer! It is getting harder and harder to get people who are willing devote the time that is needed for a show.

SO last night was the 2nd night of auditions, and we thought that they might show up then. NOPE, no one! NOT ONE! well 1 of the young men is in the process of his voice changing, and that wont work.

SO Rusty sent everyone home, and now we are beating the bushes for four good men. Remember when I directed GODSPELL and could not find Jesus? Well the hunt is on again. THis time it is for four dead guys from 1963, who are members of a guy singing group, like the 4 freshemn, etc. COOL Music. Takes me right back to high school. THere are a LOT of guys on this islabnd that sing, but we sure did not see them last night! Radio announcements coming up!

Friday I had to leave the pool early, as I twisted my knee, was favoring it, then got off balance and got a crick in my neck which gave me a head ache and an upset stomach. JEEZ!! So Monday I will go in and just jog, and kick, and maybe do the weights in the deep end. ( no JimBob, not REAL weights, these are all styrofoam, and work like weights under water, actually they help keep you afloat and the point is to keep them down. )

It is definately SPRING here now. ALl of the blossoms are blowing off the cherry trees like pink snow, and the flowering prune and plum trees are all abloom. My Peach tree is even trying like hell to flower. Poor thing took a real hit in the wind, and I have to cut the small one down, because it is growing flat, and I need to trim the big one to even it out.

I have not seen any squirrels at all in a month or so. I sure hope that Jupiter next door has not eaten them all. He is a cute little cat, but he sits and waits for the birds under the feeder. GRRRRRRRR I have complained, but it doesnt seem to work.

Well that catches you up on my life. and I will try to do better. A new blogging friend wrote a wonderful post on blogging guilt. It may be a few posts back, but go here and read her site, She is good!

and now for a Sunday Funny!

Just before he was 'canned', Donald Rumsfeld briefed the President. He told the President that three Brazilian soldiers were killed in Iraq.

To everyone's amazement, all of the color ran out of Bush's face, then he collapsed onto his desk, head in hands, visibly shaken, almost in tears.

Finally, he composed himself and asked Rumsfeld, "Just exactly how many is a brazillion?"

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As my dearest darling most beloved daughter pointed out in comments in the last post, my Opinion Wednesdays have kinda fallen through the cracks. As She will most definately attest to, when I am doing a self-improvement activity, It is all encompassing. I think of nothing else, I plan my whole life around it. I am sorry. But I had no idea I was going to get into this as far as I have. When I was dieting 20 some odd years ago, I had to quit cooking entirely, and I put Donna in charge of getting the meals on the table for her Dad and her brother, and I stayed gone until the dishes were done. I had to. If I had not, I would have fallen off my diet, and I would not have lost the 100 lbs I did. I had to STARVE to do it though. ANd I did it, and I felt good, and I ruined my body doing it, as I gained it all back plus another ## lbs.

I also am still having connectivity problems, as I mentioned a few posts back. So I have not posted my opinions on Wednesdays as I promised.

I will try to do better, but not before this weekend, when I have auditions for FOREVER PLAID. Friday night, and Saturday night. I will give you a post about the Play also. Just bear with me folks. My brain is being fried!

OHMIGAWD!!! It is good!

THe other night after aquarobics, Something made me stop in at ARBY's and there on the menu was the new item

Philly steak flatbread melt.

It is sooooo good! I had to smell it all the way home, and That just made it that much more tasty!

I know that going to aquarobics and then to ARBY's is'nt the smartest thing in the world, but I am not going for weight reduction. I am going to strengthen the muscles in my lower back and my hips and legs, so that I can get out and walk again. I can't even walk 1/2 a block anymore, with out my back collapsing. I do NOT want to be wheelchair bound, and I am really close. SO it is aquarobics 3 times a week, until I can walk around the block, then I will walk around the block every night until I can walk without hurting too bad then I will kick it up a notch and walk a mile. then 3 miles, then 3 miles every other day, and then 3 miles every day until I get my weight back down to at least pre-retirement weight, which was not that low. But baby steps is all I want right now.

I want to walk again!

Might walk to ARBY's for a philly steak flatbread melt......

posting problems...AGAIN!

I am still having problems connecting to Blogger and posting, so until I am sure of a connection, I wont be too verbose! I hate losing a post...

A Drive back in time...

I drove into town today, to get my son a Carhart hat. Don’t know why it had to be that brand, but it did. I am getting his 1st qtr pkg. ready to go to him, and I had forgotten the hat. The rules are really strict, the items have to be brand new, with the tags still attached, and can not cost over a certain amount. I also have to enclose the sales receipt, in the box, and the box can not weigh over 15 lbs! He needed a pair of shoes, and they alone must weigh a good 8 lbs. I will see once I get it to the post office. ANYWAY, (got side tracked there) I went to the Farmer’s Co-op where they stock the Carharts gear, and got the hat, logo can not be over 4 “. (sheesh) And picked up black oil sunflower seeds and Bird seed for the birds.

I noticed on the way into town, that the WSDOT was working on the stop light up on the highway, and it was really tied up. So as I headed home, I turned left down Scenic Heights Road, and took the long winding way home.

I used to live down that road when I was a little girl, and memories started flooding back as soon as I left the city limits. It was a typical March day, windy, and scattered clouds, but the sun was peeking through just enough to call it partly sunny. The naturalized Daffodils were popping their bright yellow heads up out of the tufts of grass and meadows, and yelling as loud as they could…”WAKE UP TOODLE OO!! IT”S SPRING!!! Come out!!” They are the noisiest flower!!  I drove slowly down the road looking at the houses lined up along the bluff trying to pick out where my girl friends lived. The houses have mostly been replaced by McMansions, and it was hard to find the familiar places. As I headed out of the trees and towards the spot where the road split, I saw that the road had washed down the bluff years ago, and the way was blocked, where we used to go. My old school bus #5 used to park there, in the turn out, right in front of Mr. Rienjes’ house, and there used to be wild sweet peas that grew over the bluff. That has all fallen down onto the beach now, and the road goes BEHIND his old farm house. Sad…I remember him very well, he was a nice man.

I drove on around the back, onto Balda road, and then turned back towards The bluff on Miller Road. I stopped at the corner, right where Myrtle Kennedy used to live. I remember playing dolls at her house, and her grandma had a little tiny cottage right next door, that no one lived in, so we would play there. There are new houses there now, and the old farm house is looking a little worn and well-loved. As I headed South, I saw Bonnie View Acres, and was totally amazed! It has been sub-plotted, and more houses are spread all over the old farms lands. I looked for the old Ghost town we used to hike to, but it is gone now too. As I rounded the corner, and headed into the Penn Cove Park development, I saw that the woods on the corner were all gone. New houses are being built, and the house where Mom and Dad lived was dwarfed by development!

I took a drive through the Park, and remembered where friends lived. The houses are in disrepair, and small, as they were the first houses to be developed outside of the city limits, back in the early 50’s. Farms were what made up Whidbey Island then, and very few places were built other than the towns. Not so now days, every un developed piece of land possible is being sub-divided and sold to out of towners who are coming up with pockets full of inflated dollars. Our peaceful little Island is fast on it’s way to becoming a suburb of the greater Seattle area. I hate to see this happening.

I shook my head and drove past the old store where we used to swipe candy bars with the owners kids’, and it and the house that we lived in are all gone. The little vacation cottages are gone, the Barn where Phyllis got her first kiss is gone. The trees we climbed and swung from the tops of are gone. The whole place is full of new houses. All with a view, and all costing a whole lot more than the cute little 3 bedroom house with the knotty pine paneling and the flagstone fireplace where we grew up. I almost cried. The beach is still there where we played every single day, and the little cove full of driftwood is still there, and I saw that way off to the side, some child had built a log fort, just like we used to do when we went to the beach. Driftwood would be stacked up like a log cabin, with seaweed draped over the roof, and clam shells for dishes. We had some good times on that beach.

As I drove on, saddened by the changes, I thought of how it must look to the Old timers that are still alive and remember their old farms and homesteads. Ya know, some things need to change, for the better, but there are still certain things that never should. I drove on away from my childhood and back onto hiway 20 where I was once again a 60+ woman with failing health, kinda made me want to stop the car and go play in that fort…

Back in the saddle...

WHOO-HOO!!! I have just been given a play to direct for next Season! It is SOCIAL SECURITY by Andrew Bergman, and FUNNNNNYYYYY!!!

I was beginning to think I was a person non-grata because the new President of the Board did not like me. But I went in and had an interview and was given the show! WHEW!!! I am so glad! I also will be producing two shows next year. A CHORUS LINE in Sept 07 and 12 ANGRY MEN in October 07. My show will be run in Apr 08.

I am getting ready to Produce FOREVER PLAID for Rusty next week. So you will be hearing all about that as the weeks go by!

She's BAAACK.....

Well I have my computer back, all cleaned up and spiffy, but unfortunately the CRAP DIAL-UP is still kicking me off line every time I go deeper into a site. Took me 6 tries to get blogger to open to let me post! John said my Modem was fine! It worked without ever getting kicked off at his shop! SO now, I have had the phone line checked for noise, at a cost of 75.00, I have had a NEW line installed at a cost of 175.00, I have had my computer overhauled at a cost of over 100.oo and I STILL CANT HOOK UP!!! ARRRGGGHHHHH!!!!!!

As much as I love living in the boondocks, and watching the wild life, I so hate being in the boondocks away from the modern conveniences like DSL, or CABLE!! I was told I could get a satellite at a mere cost of only 120.oo a MONTH! but I told them I was not made of money! THe highway is 100 yards right through the woods over there<<<<<< and Comcast runs right down the highway, but it can NOT come into the development because Millenium Digital Media has the area. ARRGGHHH!! There are over 300 homes here, and we have mostly all switched from MDM to Dish or Directtv because their cable was so crappy, but they still hang on to it.

I have to go get my sister and take her into the Hospital for an upper GI Scope, so when I get back this evening I will visit with ya'll and catch up on what you all were doing while I was gone.

Still no news from Leslie though...:( Maybe Canadian Health Care isn't as good as we thought....

Down for the count...

Be back in a week I hope! Puter is in the shop getting an operation!!

By George, I think it's spring!

We have broken records today for warm temps! The sun actually came out and when I went to check the mail, the breeze had a warm feel to it. Lea's Plum tree is putting out white buds, which will soon be blooms and that means TONS of PLUMS!

The tulips are up about 8 inches now, and the RObins and Varied Thrushes are pulling worms up out of the lawn! Whoo-HOO!! Spring!!! I am really ready!!!

I went to Aquarobics again last night, and this time I actually swam a lap. Just one, and I was so out of breath that I thought I was going to die! I swam over to the edge and just hung there until I could breathe again. Then I did the full hour of arobics. It felt soooo good too. I think I am going to start going on Wednesday's also. I wear a tee shirt and cutoff's until my suit gets here. Now I need to get a pair of shoes to wear around the pool and in the shower.

We follow the young girls swim team, and we have to shower before we go in, and the shower was full of young girls, all sudsy and shampoo was running all over the floor. I stepped in and gingerly walked up to the shower head, and this tiny little girl ran in and bumped me and I went sliding!! She was so rude, and did not even say excuse me. THANK GOD I did not fall, that would have been the end of my knees.

I am still trying to get ahold of John to get my Computer in and fixed, today I started trying to get on line at 1030 this morning, and it is now 400 and I JUST got on. I am going to post first and then try blogwalking. Who knows how far I will get.

Come back, I should only be gone a week or so...I HOPE!

Spring snow...

Yesterday we woke up to 2" of white. More last night, and COLD! I love a good spring snow! it falls so silently, and makes everything so peaceful! The birds were having an absolute field day at the feeders too. One little Oregon Junco was taking a snow bath in the bird bath that was over full of fluffy white snow flakes. He was spreading his wings and flapping them back and forth almost as if he was playing in it. Making Snow Angels! It was so neat to just sit there and watch him play!

TOday I woke up and looked out at the feeder and it was COVERED with redwing Black birds. THey are so musical with their voice. Almost as if they were gargling musical notes. I hung my first hummingbird feeder out last week, but as of yet, no hummers. They are late this year. I ususally have them by February 25.

Sadie jumped up on the bed, ran right up on top of me laying on my stomach, and perched on my back and shoulders watching the wildlife also. There is a family of deer that have found Lea's yard a peaceful place to graze. 2 yearlings and a doe. Sadie went ballistic, barking and jumping in the window trying to get to them, but all she did was make me mad, and get booted out of the room.

THe snow that was falling when I put Sadie out, has all disappeared now. So I guess we are due for our first SPRING storm of wind and rain. THe trees are all bursting with leaves, and the roses are sprouting. THe bulbs I finally got into the ground last week still have not popped above the soil line. I do not expect them to this year, but they MIGHT put up leaves and gain energy for NEXT year. If not...ah well.

I very well may be out of touch for awhile, as I need to get my computer into John at THE COMPUTER CLINIC, for an overhaul. I am hoping that he will be able to re-partition my hard drive, and put in the new modem and get me up and running fairly fast. I will have my lap top, but Everytime I try to blog from it, I end up hitting the wrong key somewhere and erasisng my posts! It is some button down under my left pinkie finger, but since there are several of them down there, I am not sure which one it is.

THe weather has been severly cranky this week, so I hope that all of you are safe and secure, and do not know of anyone that was injured in Alabama or Georgia. I need to email Wanda, and make sure she is ok, as it is really close to her home town. REALLY close. and FLAX and JOE also. TAKE CARE AND TAKE COVER!

Obituary of the late Mr. Common Sense...

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: Knowing when to come in out of the rain; Why the early bird gets the worm; Life isn't always fair; and Maybe it was my fault..

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).

His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but
overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6 year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get Parental consent to administer Calpol, sun lotion or a band-aid to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.

Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge
settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.

He is survived by his 3 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, Someone Else Is To Blame, and I'm a Victim.

Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.

While trying to compose a rant for today's opinion, I came across this in my email, and thought Why NOT! I agree with everything it says. We have turned into a society of wusses, afraid to tell it like it is, for fear of lawyers, and retribution. Even though this was written with tongue in cheek, it rings true.
We need to resurect Mr. COMMON SENSE and take back our lives from the barristers!

GLUB!....Gasp....Ouch!

Ok, I went, I swam, It conquered!!

It felt so good to be back in the water after 40 some odd years! The weight came off my back, and I did not hurt for about 15 minutes! THEN she started! Miss "Lift them higher" oh GAWD!! I could not do all the moves that she said to do, but at least I kept moving. The pool was full of ladies all trying in various stages of moving, and the old timers were all gathered around the instructer. I figured that since I was 6'1"tall I would go as far to the middle as I could. SO I stood on the 4'6" line and moved. ANd Moved right off the ledge into the deep end and almost bought the farm! GLUB! BLUB! says I, panicking when I realized, I really could swim, so try it! I let go of the water weights and floated right over to the shallow end. WHEW!

I managed to make it the full 60 minutes, and was ready to declare victory, when I stepped up out fo the weightless water and on to dry land, with tons of gravity! OH GOD! I HURT! I HURT So much that I could not get to sleep last night. My Back kept spasming and my calves kept charlie-horsing. Oh this was FUN! Yeah RIght!

Actually, other than my back and my calves, and my shoulders, I feel pretty good, and I will go back, THere is a class for arthritics that I may ask about. If it is structured to help I may switch to that one. Or take one class alone and then alter the regular class to my own benefit.

And Yeah, nobody gives a hoot what you look like in the pool! I do thank GOD that I do not have fat legs. At least the bare part of me looks pretty good. THere was so much cellulite in that pool, that I was afraid we would cause a tsunami when weall jumped up and down.

GOtta run. chores to do and packages tto mail.

This and that...

As much as I liked it, the aquatard had to go back. Donna laughed when she tried to stuff my boobs into the top so we decided that the torso was too short, and that was where the problem lay. So she is ordering a tankiini top and bike short bottoms, which will or at least SHOULD work just fine. So sorry, no pictures, What I posted was as close as you will ever get, and it was REALLY close! I am built exactly like that. bird legs and bat wing arms and all stuck on an apple.

I start Aquarobics tomorrow night, and If I dont drown, and can still breathe after an hour of that, I will continue it every week until I get some strength back. My Arthritis is so bad, that I cant even walk to the corner without my back wanting to fold up on me. Gotta get over this. I dont want pain pills, and My Dr. says get out and walk, GADS...old age just is NOT for sissies. I certainly did not expect to be sitting on my arse during my retirement!

On my last post, I had quite a few new commentors, and I am glad to see you here! I enjoy meeting new people, and hope you stop by often, I will have the kettle on.

EDT: I do not eat Peter Pan Peanut butter, I am strictly a JIF gal, creamy style. ANd I dont shop at Wal-mart either, so we are fine. I read the article you linked to, and even though it was on base here, I have not heard of any outbreaks other than the ones in the paper. We are all fine. THanks for being concerned though. I would have sent you an email, but I am on my laptop, in bed, and I dont have your email in this address book.

Did everyone watch the OSCARS? I watched all 5 hours of them, LONG, but well done. THe fashions were wonderful, for a change, and everybody Behaved themselves.

ARRGHHHHH!! I just lost the bottom half of my post!! I HATE WHEN THAT HAPPENS.
I am not gonna try and rewrite it either. Be safe with all this nasty weather, and Wish me luck in the pool!

OHMIGAWD!!!!!

My dearest most beloved darling daughter omnipotent empress of the universe, Has bought me a bathing suit. It is an aquatard. Has bike short legs, and a tank top all in one. In PURPLE! I put it on, albeit very gingerly, as it was kinda odd. I got it pulled up, and the bike short legs were too big, my toothpick legs did not fill them out! So then I went for the top. I pulled, and I tugged, and I grunted, and I jumped up and down, and I STILL could not get my boobs into the top. I finally got my left shoulder into the arm hole, and tugged some more and got my right shoulder into it's armhole, but my Boobs were still hanging out. THey were not just hanging out the front, they were hanging out under the armpits too. When Did I grow 4 of them? I pushed and pulled and flattened and finally got them all tucked in and went into the Front room to look into the mirror on the side boy.




OH WRONG MOVE!!! It was horrible! I looked like a giant eggplant on two toothpicks! Seriously! I cant go to aquarobics in this! I can't be seen in public looking like this! THey will call the Orca museum on San Juan Island to come pick me up! OHMIGAWD!!!!

I have a very large tee shirt that I can wear over the top part, and I suppose it would work. I took it off, and as I was peeling my ass out of it, I noticed the bra built into the BACK of the suit. Now why do you suppose they put the bra back there? Maybe they know something I dont!

Hope I dont sink!

My Opinion wednesday...on hold

I know I told you that I was going to opine about something every Wednesday, and I intend to do so, but not THIS wednesday. My allergies are kicking my ASS, and I can not keep my eyes open and my nose clear much less THINK about anything worthwhile.
THese are a couple of pictures that Donna took with her Cell phone last Friday night. It was Bob's 67th Birthday, and this was him with his napkin perfectly folded like a crown, but perched on his head...cute huh?



This one is of me. My allergies were just starting to hit, as you can tell by my eyes. I can't wear makeup anymore, because it just runs down my face, so I dont even try. What the hell, I'm 61, I can do what I want. Anyway we were waiting for our dinner at this super nice Thai restaurant, and I am sure they were duly impressed by our antics. Food was great too!

I will continue with my opinion next week if I feel any better. SOrry, I know that you all were just sitting there with bated breath waiting for it. Such is life. I have dissapointed JimBob once again...SIGH

Well FINE!!! I guess I'll switch...

I opened up this morning to post a quick blog, only to find out that I HAVE to switch to the new blogger! There wand as no getting around it, I HAD to sign up to google and switch. So we shall see just what all the fuss was about. I hope they have all the bugs worked out, if not you will hear me yell!!

I was laying here sound asleep FINALLY at 515 this morning, after fighting with a plugged up nostril, then a drippy one, and a spasming back. Suddenly, YELP! YELP! YELP! Flash, the beagle puppy next door was put out to pottie and left there while his mommie got the kids up. I do not like a barking dog, and will yell at Sadie when she starts in with the yapping. But FLASH now, has learned to yodel as only a beagle can. annoying as HELL. I yelled out the window for him to shut the hell up, and finally after about 10 minutes, he did, but that was after I was fully awake. No hope now for getting back to sleep. So I am awake, posting on my laptop, and learning all about new blogger.

I am catching a cold, as you probably gathered from the last paragraph, and it is only in the right side of my nose. Actually I think it is Alder Pollen and allergies. But WHY only 1/2 of my nose? Can you only be allergic on one side of your face? How odd. I am never too far away from the nasal spray when I get like this. GRRRRR I hate being clogged up and then drippy! Eyes all itchy and watery, and goopy! Throat all scratchy, and just plain old yucky! I think I will fix a pot of coffee and watch the TODAY show. AAACHOOOOO! sorry.

Hockey night in Everett!

GUESS WHERE I WENT TONIGHT? My very first Hockey Game! My Daughter was able to get tickets through her work, and invited Bob and I to the Everett Silvertips hockey game. We got there just as the game started, and the lights were all out except for the spotlights on the flags. THey sang OH! Canada first, followed by the Star Spangled Banner, then the lights went crazy and the teams took the ice. We had not found our seats yet, but we just sat where there were some empty seats and enjoyed the game.

We are part of the wESTERN HOCKEY League which has about 25 teams I think, and only 5 from the US, the rest are Canadian. We played Kelowna tonight. What a great game! I just wish I knew what the rules were, as It would have made the game easier to understand. The place was rocking all night, and of course when we scored, the noise level was beyond anything. Cowbells and alpen horns!! Not to mention screams and organ music! It was great!!

I will have to make sure I go back again. I think the season is just about over for this year, but next season, gotta go! It made for a very long day, we left my house at 4PM and got home at Midnight. But DOnna treated us to dinner at this fabulous Thai restaurant and then on to the game.

we won, by a shootout! and I tell you, it was a nail biter all the way!! The young man pictured below is the one who put the winning puck into the goal. LOVED IT!! I cant believe how much better you can see the action on the ice from the arena vs television. I think I need to buy a season ticket.

Clam Digging...

Yesterday I was looking at the local Telephone book…The PLAID Book…Which is put out by a local publishing company. It is crammed with all kinds of minutia. There are green pages, which is local government, Blue pages, which is Federal Government and the Base, and of course the white pages and yellow pages and red pages (emergency). But way in the back is the fun pages. Among the kids pages and the jokes there are the local tide tables. I had not read a tide table in years, and I used to have several of them in various places…the glove box of my truck, in my tackle box, in the kitchen junk drawer, and beside my chair. I would read these every week, so I would know when the best days for fishing were, and at what time. And also when the best clam tides were.

I remember when I was really young and first came to Whidbey Island; we lived in town which was really small in 1954. The Seaplane Base was right there within walking distance, and the Best clam beds were right below Officer’s Country. We would have to walk down a very steep muddy trail, down the bluff and then walk about ¼ mile out onto the clam beds. We had to time this just right. Walking out when the tide was going out, and then digging like crazy, and getting our limit before the tide started back in.

Dad and Phyllis and I always went. That way we could have three limits. Carting the burlap bags full of clams the ¼ mile back up the cliff to the car was the worst part. The fun part was digging through the mud for the clams. We would find all sizes from the baby steamer size to the giant Gooey Ducks. We would throw the gooey ducks back because they were so tough. (obscene looking too.) But the steamers were kept to eat that night.






Once we got the clams home, Dad would cover them in water in the back yard in this big old tub, then pour cornmeal into the water and let them cycle it through their systems to get all the sand out of their stomachs. Then Mom would steam the little ones and we would dip them in garlic butter and eat them with bread and Cole slaw. YUMMY!! The bigger ones we would boil until they popped open, and then Mom would grind them up and freeze them in batches and use them to make clam fritters, and clam chowder. Man I loved those fritters!!

We always watched the tide tables for the Minus tides. The best tides were in Late May/June and Late Dec/Jan. They would start at a -1.3 and work up to a -2.4 which was a really really low tide. Yesterday I looked to see just how low the tides were and saw that there were some -3.4 tides!! I do not remember them getting that low when I was little. Clam digging is not nearly as good anymore, because of all the pollution in the water and all of the “red tide” which is the common name for paralytic shellfish poisoning. It will kill you if you eat seafood that has eaten the plant while in bloom.

It is so sad to see the clam beds all lying wasted, with the empty shells washing up on the shore. It is even sadder to know that generations of kids will grow up and never know the joy of getting up at midnight on a very cold December evening and carrying the Coleman Lantern down the muddy cliff behind your father while he leads you once again onto the abundant clam beds that had been harvested for centuries by first the Indians and then the white man. These kids won’t ever know the feeling of having frozen fingers and toes and watching their breath leave their mouths while their hands shake as they held the lantern while their father filled the burlap bag full of those little steamer clams we knew we would be eating for dinner the very next night. Damn! And all I have in the cupboard is a can of Snow’s Clam Chowder. Nah!! Just won’t do! I may have to start reading those tide tables again.

It is time to quit pampering our kids...

Spare the Rod and spoil the child.

Growing up in the 40’s and 50’s that phrase was used by my Mother when ever she saw a child misbehaving and it’s parents ignoring it. It was a given that you spanked your child. Children were to be seen and not heard. Children addressed grown ups as Mr. or Mrs., NEVER by their first name. If they were a close family friend then it was Aunt so and so or Uncle what’s your name. NEVER EVER by their given name. Children also were told to not interrupt. You could not pat your parent on their knee and say Mom, Mom, Mom until you were recognized. NOPE. You were told to sit until asked to speak. Emergencies excepted of course. Families all sat down to eat dinner together, and manners were expected to be used. I remember getting a fork stuck into my elbow if I forgot and leaned on the table. Your free hand was kept in your lap, and you ate with one hand, and chewed with your mouth closed and did not EVER talk with your mouth full!

Children were expected to be polite when visiting, and if you misbehaved, you knew there would be consequences to pay when you got home. You were rarely disciplined in public, unless absolutely necessary, and the fear of “waiting until your Father gets Home” was usually worse than the actual punishment.

Yes there were stories of children that were beaten not spanked, and there were cases of children so abused that they were taken away from their parents. That was not the case in our neighborhoods. We were a military family, and we lived in a very close community, and the behavior of the family was watched very closely. If the children or Wife was unruly, The military would call the serviceman onto the carpet, and tell him to make sure his family was kept out of trouble.

Teachers would send notes home with a misbehaving pupil, and if that note was not answered, then the teacher would ask the parent to come in for a conference. Policemen knew by name the “bad” Children, and where they lived, and they were there to watch over the good kids on their long walks home.

We Knew that any wrong move would bring a spanking. I for one, did not get many spankings, because I feared them, so I behaved as much as possible. Phyllis, on the other hand tried anything and everything, and usually got caught and punished. I remember her getting into trouble almost every day.

Mom would spank so hard she would hurt her hand, so she switched to a ping pong paddle or a pancake turner. Dad was rarely the one to administer the corporeal punishment.

As we grew up into the 60’s, less and less children were getting spanked, and more and more were rebelling and running away from home. By the time I graduated from High School Psychologists were starting to put forth the theory that children were rebelling because of they way they were treated growing up. That spankings were not the proper way to discipline a child, that reason and logic were the right way. Rewarding your child for doing something right was much preferred to punishing your child for doing something wrong. My generation was the first to fall into the trap of treating your children like grown adults instead of letting them be children. We allowed them to dress up and wear make up way before their time, and we gave them things with out making them earn them. We spared the rod, and in my humble opinion, we spoiled our children.

There is nothing wrong with spoiling your children, as long as they know that misbehaving is nothing to be rewarded for. I admit to spoiling my kids. I gave them anything I could, but not to reward them, but to show them the love I had for them. I also spanked my children when they needed it. I was also a military wife, and my husband was rarely home, so the disciplining was up to me. I spanked hard also. But one of the things I never did was use a paddle, or spank anywhere other than the back of their legs or their fanny! That was fair game.

My children did not grow up with the manners I had growing up, and I blame myself for not taking the time to teach them. I was too busy working full time, to get the things that they wanted. Just like the rest of my generation.

Now we are working on the third generation of no spanking, and both parents working full time just to make ends meet. This leaves their children to raise themselves with the help of violent video games, and mindless television. You see them driving their brand new cars at high speeds through town, while talking on their cell phones. You see them cutting into lines in the parking lots, and running into stores while you sit and seethe. You see them yelling obscenities at other drivers, and causing accidents. You see them pushing other children around and laughing at it. You see them shoplifting items and then bragging about it to their friends.

There is more and more being reported about out of control kids. It is time to rethink the negotiating and logic that was applied to unruly children and go back to corporeal punishment. I am not in any way shape or form condoning beating your child nor any form of child abuse. I am speaking of spanking a child for not behaving. We need to start teaching manners and civility to our younger generations. We need to teach them that there are consequences for their actions, and not just in front of their parents, but all through their lives. That any time they put their needs and wants before the good of society, that the consequences will have to be paid. We have raised three generations of ill-mannered Americans. Is it any wonder that we have a bad reputation in the rest of the world?