ALL THIS AND MORE IN 2010's CHRISTMAS NOVELLA
(Brought to you this
year in electronic format because Scrooge Jim said college tuition was
more important than printer ink, Christmas cards, and stamps.)
GRADUATION #1
Jeff is 22 and graduated in May. He graduated cum laude and we're very proud of
him. Danielle, his girlfriend, also
graduated, and Jim and I met her parents when we were all in Oregon for their graduation. The ceremony was outdoors and it was a rainy
weekend, but there is a God and he bathed us in warmth and sunshine for the
entire ceremony. It began raining as we
walked out of the stadium and by the time we reached the reception, we were
drenched. This made for some wet
graduation photos, but by then no one cared.
We learned that the Hawaiian tradition is to heap leis on any and
all. We could barely see the grads. Since 30% of the students at Pacific U are
from Hawaii ,
there were a lot of leis in the room.
After the reception, we went out to lunch with Danielle's family. Later that night we met up at McMenamin's Grand
Lodge for music and snacks. We had a
really great time until we got home and discovered that leaving Jesse at home
alone is a very bad and expensive idea*.
Jeff and Danielle spent the summer in Forest Grove; Jeff
worked on campus and Danielle worked with children in the foster care
system. They came here for a visit in
August and then went over to Hawaii
to visit Danielle's family. In September
they moved to Walla Walla . Danielle is doing a one-year grad program
there. Jeff started working graveyard
restocking grocery shelves while he looks for a daytime job. He would like to work for the airlines and
has recently interviewed for a part-time job with Horizon Air, so he's hoping
that will work out.
PNWer DISCOVERS SECRET TO YEAR ROUND TANNING
Tim is 20, in his junior year at Pacific, and looking forward to turning 21 in February. He yet again spent the summer life guarding and working on his tan at Useless Bay Golf and Country Club. He has a season pass at
GRADUATION #2
Jesse is 19, and our sweet baby boy graduated from high school in June. We collaborated with our backdoor neighbors and threw a joint graduation party for a number of families. Then the kids went off to grad night and I tagged along as a chaperone. Jesse did an excellent job of making sure we were never in the same area for more than 1.25 seconds. In August the boy who couldn't wait to get away from home and his parents went off to
I've spent the last year gearing up to return to the court
reporting field, practicing on my new equipment and shopping for a new business
wardrobe. I have not actually gone out
and taken any depositions yet because life keeps getting in the way. I hope to soon. If only because I want to wear my new
clothes! Of course I continue to work at
the movie theater on Tuesdays taking tickets and sub throughout the year in the
snack bar. I did corsages and
boutonnières for the prom last May, and in August I catered a small picnic for
Island County Master Gardeners, which I am a member of.
Jim is still working for Evergreen Construction in Auburn . He upped his commute to three days a week and
then works from home two days. He
doesn't really do a whole lot aside from working and writing tuition
checks. Unless you count cleaning up dog
poop, grocery shopping, and ironing. I
for one am getting really tired of his hedonistic lifestyle.
A FUNERAL
Kenzie started having seizures early in the year and as the
year progressed they got worse until finally we were not able to control them
with meds anymore. So Buddy is now an
only dog and is loving that. He is my
constant and faithful companion and is unbelievably well-behaved. Finally I have someone who listens to me.
Charlie is still gainfully employed keeping the vermin population at bay, and we have our little flock of 6 hens. (We started out with 7 but 'Gracie' (barred hen in the background) sadly became a hawk's dinner the day before Thanksgiving). Turns out I didn't need to be worried at all about chickens, dogs, and cats coexisting peacefully. I wish I had a video of the two hens racing, and beating, Buddy for a piece of popcorn I threw on the ground. 'Nina C' (buff hen in the foreground) has turned out to be a handful. She routinely wanders off and either gets lost or just decides to not return to the coop for the night. We find her the next morning either back at the coop or stranded in the rose brambles. She never seems to learn her lesson. I have written her off as a goner many times, but she always reappears. She has more lives than a cat. Too bad the same couldn't be said for 'Gracie.'
In July Jim, Jesse, Buddy, and I drove over to
Jan, Sawyer, and Tristyn
came for a quick visit towards the end of July.
There was lots of trampolining and endless trips to the chicken coop to
chase and fondle the hens. By the last
day of their visit, the hens went on strike and quit laying. It was the only
time since they started laying that we didn't get any eggs. Sawyer and Tristyn declared 'Dottie' their
favorite. In truth, poor 'Dottie' was
the slowest and therefore, the easiest to catch.
We had a gorgeous fall – beautiful sunny days, and with no frost the dahlias just bloomed their heads off. It more than made up for the summer we never had. (Rain, rain, and more rain.)
Our annual apple
pressing was our most successful yet. It
took us four years to figure out, but caramel apple martinis will be on the
menu henceforth. There were about 20 people
in all. Besides our Whidbey
apple-pressing regulars, Jim and MaryAnn Nahmens, Barb and Keith Koslosky, and
Mike Roantree came in from out of town to spend the weekend with us.
A great time was had by all, except for Jim. While out on dog poop patrol, he thought he was picking up a dead mole that Charlie had killed when suddenly it came alive and bit him in the finger. Naturally much fuss was made over this pitiful and miniscule wound with a great deal of beer drinking necessary as a painkiller. The unfortunate creature grew larger and more vicious with each beer consumed. Somewhere onWhidbey Island there is a
zombie vampire mole leaving a trail of victims in its wake.
A great time was had by all, except for Jim. While out on dog poop patrol, he thought he was picking up a dead mole that Charlie had killed when suddenly it came alive and bit him in the finger. Naturally much fuss was made over this pitiful and miniscule wound with a great deal of beer drinking necessary as a painkiller. The unfortunate creature grew larger and more vicious with each beer consumed. Somewhere on
We had a nice Thanksgiving with our friends Jeff and Barb
Ewing at their home. Jeff and Danielle
weren't able to get the time off to come up and the passes were too snowy for
us to make it to Walla Walla ,
so we joined the Ewings along with other
friends for a great feast that included turduken. Don't you have to wonder about whoever was
sitting around one day and decided to start stuffing various birds inside each
other?!
DAD'S IN THE POORHOUSE BUT MOM IS STYLIN'!
Jim is eagerly awaiting 2011. 2010 was the year of unexpected expenses and
he would like to put the spending to rest.
All three vehicles have needed extensive and expensive repairs – new
engines, new radiators, new doors*, new tires, more new tires when the brand
new tire was damaged (a very bitter pill to swallow), new window rolling mechanism, new brakes,
and the list goes on.
Then there have been the vet bills, the most recent being
today when Charlie Cat had to go in to be sedated so he could have a five-and-a-half-inch
blade of grass extracted from his nasal cavity, which had resulted in swelling
and infection. It perhaps would have saved us $287.26 if someone had just mowed
the grass.
And my late night visit to the ER (see next paragraph)
followed the next morning by a visit from the fire department when the dryer
caught on fire. Turns out a previous
owner rerouted the venting incorrectly.
The fire chief said we were very lucky.
We weren't feeling real lucky as we paid a contractor to come out and
reroute it all according to code.
Medical expenses have run high and we haven't even gotten
the bills for my recent angioplasty.
After about a month of chest pains, the run-around from doctors, and news
that I may or may not have had a 'silent' heart attack, I had an angiogram last
week that revealed a 95% blocked artery.
So they stented that and I'm now good as new. Even better than new because upon arrival
home from the hospital, I checked out my incision in the mirror and discovered
that I was sporting a new 'do.' Surely
it qualifies as the most expensive Brazilian ever. I'm on restricted activities for a month or
so, which to me means no housework and no lifting anything heavier than a wine
glass. Red wine, of course.
So as we head into 2011 much poorer but at least one of us a
bit more stylish, I raise my wine glass to all of you and wish you a very merry
Christmas and happy holiday season.
Jim, Gwen, Jeff, Tim,
& Jesse
LATE BREAKING NEWS – AND THEN THERE WERE FIVE
Just when I thought the hawk was gone and it was safe to let
the chickens out – he returned and got 'Mary Lou' (white chicken in above
photo). Very sad.
So it looks like we'll be putting up some sort of 'roof' over the
chicken run in the near future. I wish
chickens came in green or camouflage.