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Good Evening!
Today has promised a storm all day..The wind is blowing and the trees are set to dancing in the back yard..as long as it it LINE dancing and not the 2 step.....I'm OK...No Limbo allowed either...Jen was here today..I celebrate that she is
ONE of my beautiful children. Always ready to help or share
in a joke...HOW I CELEBRATE them all.....They have children of their own;and they will always be; "my children"
How else does one refer to them??

        It is getting cool here in the early mornings. I added
an afghan to my bed...though the window stays open...I love the fresh air; even in early fall. My squirrel population has stolen all the plums from my trees...Italian prunes really;half wild and volunteers all over the yard. If my son didn't cut them down with the lawn mower I am sure I would have a yard full each spring.I have no idea what else is growing
in my back yard. It is so very wild back there. It's not a lawn, just a miss- mash of wild things mowed down to represent a lawn. The real grass is in the front yard. I count the blades and mow it often. I hang things round about the place and
put in flowers and vegetable in unlikely places. The mowing is for exercise. The flowers are for pleasure, I have no idea what the vegetables are for. This year I lost interest and I only got about a dozen tomato from my plant. In former years my home has been inundated with tomato of all size and several colors. I have only had one salad made of Chard;my lettuce did not grow. I think the late frost got it. Onions, yes! They grew in a ring round my tomato. Their primary purpose was to whet the appetite of one small grandson and discourage the lawn bugs from eating those tomato before I get a chance at them.

Funny How I wait for spring and that plant "MOST hated;" Dandelion to pop up...A wild thing that gets no respect as it is the most respectable of herbs.They are reputed to have been brought to this area as an herb. It is rumored the "Brides" brought them when they were brought to Seattle. They are not endemic to the wilds of North Idaho.
 
I was once told the flower has a slight opiate quality. The leaves are reputed to be a diuretic-Prized in the," phases of the moon."They are said to release water from the cells while giving potassium and b vitamins. The roots are supposed to be a natural laxative. I like them in Salads, or as a spring tonic tea.Mother Nature gives us so much we do not appreciate.

I have wild roses in my yard. The fruit of the wild rose is the rose hip. This makes a wonderful tea. It tastes of oranges, and promises made in autumn. It is full of vitamin C and props up our immune system. It smells of fragrant summers and long dark nights in winters gloom.One can nearly feel the soft summer breezes waft across our faces while we feast upon it's taste and aroma. I never think to pick them till they are withered and dry. What wastrels we humans are! The yard is a feast for the squirrels, with cherry trees they gloat over and maple nuts they seem to fly from tree to tree to stock up on for winter. They,too are one of my rewards for living in Idaho. They are a font of entertainment. They are a gift from the universe no TV will ever be able to compete with..They are acrobats, trapeze artists and tight rope walkers with their antics and travels between trees, sometimes with the aide of the power lines and the phone lines.Sometimes with mighty jumps no human long jumper could but envy!

    POSH! To think I was afraid of the deer the other night! ME! Born and raised here. Me! who has been driving since child hood when we were kids on the old place! I guess it is alright. I am also afraid of bear.
Good Night, from the chilling North West...
        

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Web laughinginthespirit.blogspot.com Rewind life...wow! I thought I was just here....I never seem to get anything done, so it can't be that I am so busy...I'm NOT... I went for a lovely long ride with my Jen. We stopped at Brenda's and saw she and boys for about an hour..which is about all the two of them can maintain....Together, mix like oil and water... Jen drove home, I thought it was  my blood sugar. I had a melt down. The deer in the road scared me...can you imagine!  Examining it in the cold light of day, I think I forgot to take thyroid pill. Perhaps I washed it down with coffee and milk...what ever. It was embarrassing....I took it with selenium this morning. I did feel a lot better.. I'd forget my head if it wasn't secured to my shoulders. Sometimes I have to go to the bathroom 3 times before I remember to get my dentures..GREAT! I'm not that old.......am I?

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~Labor Day~Ta-Da! It's me! I'm back! I am much more healthy now....and all that strange "energy"
seems to have settled down....Wow! I thought I was ready for the funny farm!...Maybe NEW
funny farm...
     So! I spent a few days with my daughter, her boys and x hubby's step son, and his kids...They were visiting with my Daughter and her family during the Paul Bunyan celebration!
All of them are GREAT kids....I adored them..Step son's parenting amazed me....He is a hands
on Daddy and they are responding wonderfully...I knew and respect his former wife..they
have both done a great job.....
    Today is vinegar the c pap day....put a cup of vinegar in the basin and turned the heat
on High..that should boil that smelly stuff and push it out into the hoses and stuff!! So I
ain't going into the back of the house till time to turn it off, and rinse it.....Probably the most
"work" I will do all day.......WELL these floors need swept, I might just do that....my days
away seem to have helped my lungs....I walked and walked and walked..no more Green
goobers....YES! still allergic, but no infection.....black mold in my house is frightening......
   I'm off of here for the day...just sending  you some LOVE....and maybe a bit of
laughter...

starting blog over....Reset life!

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I've started a new journey, a new adventure in life.I have to admit I have done so completely unwillingly...I will miss my  love, His illness took him away..early this Month... Aug. 2012.....We did good, since a Dr. told me 30 years ago he was a "loaner love"....He said more than likely he would only be with us for 5 years....Those first five were; well they were fast... and when it came around to ten, we were NOT celebrating.He was honestly waiting to die...  He always hated birthdays, last  year we celebrated..I'm so glad, as he never quite made it to this one..OH Kay! Enough of that.....NO ONE wants to picture my tears....            I will tell you about the strange goings on in my world.....I am not here to lament his passing, After 30 years of his good nature. His swallowing every tincture, unguent and tea I studied upon or read about, we lost him.....God! Maybe I poisoned him!...Nope! I didn't....Some Dr. well..enough of that road... I was in complete denial that he was as far down the path and going away from me as  quickly as he was.Usually SOMETHING, would work....whether it be my mechanization or his natural fighting spirit, I will never know....It didn't realize,..and he got further and further away....NOW I FEEL HIM CLOSE.... It is as though he is sittin' behind me watching the movie on the tv. I feel the warmth of his love...Most days he has shown me in some manner that it is so.....         My Daughter Bren, and her kids spent the first week with me...made sure I ate... Watched after me...and Dragged me out of this house...Till it became clear that she had to get back to WORK...     I went to a mountain, a place I knew about where my native side allowed me to see things that were not there...NO it was not the wood smoke...It was five men talking and watching us...Five men in native Garb, with antiquated weapons watching us...talking about us but I could only see, I could NOT hear...And Jeannette could not see them....I did a small ceremony on that mountain...actually a comedy of errors...I brought a chair to sit upon... I opened it behind my car and talked to my ancestors....I offered them smoke, bundles of tobacco, fresh water, and prayer.....they in turn helped me get out of that DAMN chair.... I still haven't put in a different one.After MY release..I sat upon a large stone to finish the ceremony and to add an "Our Father" for good measure...I heard someone, nearby drumming as I  worked my  way back to the car..It was not native drumming, but there are no coincidences only happenings.. It was drums of some sort... I Tossed that perfidious chair in the back and made a run for my eldest daughters....On the way I decided, to bathe in the cold waters of the St. Joe..where I found my body is built a lot different from when I wore a tiny bikini to swim in it's glacial waters...NOW! I discover FAT FLOATS..and my butt, kept trying to drown my head....But, I was at peace...     Some Teen aged kids promised to haul me out, if my butt, won that battle.....

Just another day in Paradise!

This time of year the flowers are all in full bloom. The Pollen count is also in full bloom!Bugs that sting bite and a few that smell bad are out.

I love Idaho......

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Musings in Idaho!

Yesterday was a "junk food" Day...Today I'm paying for my folly! I Miss my potato chips! I miss salt! I miss chocolate, cake, fudge and frosting! My old friend was right..Getting old is not for the feint heart! You have to be a strong old lady to be OLD! I watch Mom with increasing wander! She is now 88..Pushing Ninety! She's lost lots of weight and is now slender as she would have loved to have been in her 40s..If she only KNEW! She needed to cut out salt! She needed to take her water pills! And I need to do the same! She is so very tiny now.It's hard to look upon. Yesterday, my brother told me her balance is getting worse! WELL! YES! It would be...She hasn't had her toe nails trimmed in 6 mo. I bet she could climb trees with those Babies! I gotta push her to make an appointment and get it done! I don't think it will help her memory a bit! It will make her back quit hurting so much. I don't know why we were born so stubborn! I know it couldn't be genetic! Maybe, she won't have to take so many pain pills for her back, when she's seen the podiatrist! That will make her memory work better! Hummm? She could become my full time job! I can't think of any better duty!

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A visit to Grandma's house! circa 1950!

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Web laughinginthespirit.blogspot.com As a child every one else in my family had a horse..There were horses at my uncles...Horses my brothers rode, and boarding horses that just ran around Grandma's meadow and made trouble! Awwwww! The smell of the meadow this time of year. It is Aug. The alfalfa is ripe. It is time to mow the hay and bale it for the coming winter. The horses stood around in the sun in belly deep meadow grass! They stood stoic in Deep green of the world they lived in. I can smell them. with a little work I can hear them snort. In my mind I can watch the colts who's legs have grown long since those very first wobbly steps. They are Leggy, and full of childish mischief! In memory I can walk barefoot along the old road to Grandma's house. I can smell the dust motes my bare feet raise in the Aug. sunshine. I can smell the mint growing by Grandma's spring! I can see the bucket sitting near by for one of us to pick up, fill and pack to Granny's kitchen. She was always willing to accept a clear clean cold drink of water. If she didn't want to drink of it, she could save it for washing dishes,cooking and baking! The joy on her face when she welcomed a child with a bucket of water she didn't have to carry herself was sublime! I loved the smells of Grandma's kitchen! There was the old, Smoky, "Majestic"wood stove in the corner. There was Grandpa's P.A. smoke lingering in the air. If we were lucky there were fresh biscuits sitting on the sideboard. They could be waiting in the little ovens above the cook stove! Grandma wasn't much of a cook, but we all have our specialty! We all thought Grandpa worked in the logging camps to get a decent meal in the winter time!He would work the butter churn with his strong "Lumberjack arms!" while she mixed the ingredients and started a fire. OH! How HOT that kitchen became in late summer! Cold clear Water from the spring below the house was poured into a tank on the stove to be heated while she cooked! When I was a child there was no electricity on our hill! Inventions like a tank for heating water on a stove were the labor saving devices of Grandma's day! There were warming ovens on top of the stove to keep the biscuits warm while they waited for Grandpa's patience to wear out as He sent the paddle round and round; so he might whip the heavy cream into thick yellow butter! When I brought the bucket of cold water, I would stand on my tip toes so I could set it onto the old checker table cloth Grandma kept atop their table. My piggy tails could barely be seen while I looked on that table in search of an errant cookie, left there by Grandpa to chum small children who brought in buckets full of water for Her to make HOT steaming mugs of coffee or tea. Grandpa and Grandma poured fresh whole milk into their coffee to cool and for flavor. Sometimes Grandma added a spring of mint and a dip of sugar to cold spring water for tea. mostly they both drank HOT coffee. If it was too Hot They would pour it from their cup onto their saucers and slurp it from the saucer... Mom said," never to try this at home, It was Okay for Grandma and Grandpa...It was NOT okay for small girls!" I know my nose wrinkled at the thought of such bigotry! WHAT? A double standard in Idaho?? I knew better than to take the chance of getting a small swat for trying it! Mom, never hit very hard. There was always the danger th offense would gether "worked up" and she might tell Dad. His swats were a lot more painful. He could jog a kids memory from the seat of their pants! It was fun to sit in the "parlor" window to watch the colts cavort around the meadow. They seemed to have boundless energy; even in the heat of the sun! When they got to hot they would roll on their backs in the mud along the creek! I was jealous...I wasn't allowed to play in the mud! I remember walking through the kitchen to go out and watch my brothers try to catch the horses. I caught sight of Grandma lifting the biscuit's out of the over...I learned much from her..This day she was teaching me language and deportment! As I stepped through the door; just in time to see! Her hand slipped she stuck her thumb into the steamy hot biscuit.. . This was one of the biscuits with the slightly black top and bottom...I was just in time to hear her yell...."DAMN IT! Damn it...Damn it...Damn IT....I stuck my thumb in every biscuit!" By the time she sat them on the table beside Grandpa...... she'd done just that!