Wally’s

We are coming to the end of our 5 day vacation at David Wally's Hot Springs and Resort. Wally's sits up against the jagged peaks that form the west side of the Carson Valley in Nevada. It's right down the road from Genoa, a town believed to be the first settlement in Nevada. The hot springs are the central feature of the resort. The steaming springs, which form the eastern perimeter of the resort, are piped into five tubs and a large pool to make for easy access. I've always been fond of the high desert on the east side of the Sierra Nevada and this place greatly pleases me.

Everywhere, I look there is a sight to behold. The mountains are covered with snow and they float in and out of fog and clouds each day. The starkness of the leafless trees against the granite and snow is like an artist's rendition. There is one bush that sports burnt red branches similar to a Manzanita but which are much more delicate. They add a touch of color to snow-blanketed pastures that stretch across the valley. Each morning, the fog freezes on trees and bushes creating a sparkling wonderland. Steam rising from the hot springs mingles with the fog to create strange visual distortions that are both eerie and eye-catching. The air is cold, not even rising above 24 degrees yesterday which caused the frost to stay on the trees all day. We were delighted to see a weeping willow hung with ice crystals. Birds galore frequent the wildlife refuge that is opposite the resort: geese, grebes, owls and hawks. Saturday afternoon when we were out for a walk, we watched a hawk swoop down to catch a snake in the swamp and then land in a a tree to eat it. When the sun sets behind the steep mountains, everything turns a bluish purple. And then the coyotes begin to yip and howl. Each night, a tiny crescent moon has risen in the star-filled sky.

We've soaked in the hotsprings, watched a bunch of films on dvd, read for hours, napped, eaten a lot of junk food, and taken walks fully covered in hats, gloves, scarves and heavy coats. Our room has a fireplace and deep bathtub with jucuzzi jets. The patio is perfect for watching the sky pink up through the fog each morning and for bird watching. There are lots of things to do nearby, but the only place I've managed to go was into town to watch a movie yesterday—The Bucket List (two thumbs up). Cindy went for a little jaunt to the casino this afternoon, but I opted to stay home and nap (and write a post for my blog). She must be winning or she'd be back by now J

Winter vacations are a new thing for this retired teacher. I like snuggling in for a nice long stretch like this, and the nippy walk to the hot springs has kept me from feeling like a complete slug. This is the life!

ph

Priceless Company

What I intended to write about today was the raucous and very fun evening last night when Culley's household visited for dinner. I intend to share my delight in 2 year old Nell rolling sheets of tissue and securing them firmly with Dora Explorer Band-Aids while Mackenzie and Huck reshaped the headlines of the Sonora Union Democrat with black pens. I wanted to joke about John channel surfing for results of the New Hampshire primary while Culley spouted his Libertarian viewpoint on the freedom to heat by wood. I wanted to revel in the fact that Andrea happily previewed the pile of books I got for Christmas. I wanted to describe how Cindy and I created a smorgasbord dinner to combat our feelings of inadequacy about preparing a meal for the two best cooks in the family. The food and company were great and I'd like to report more, but what has consumed me since their visit are the results of an email I opened after they left. The message was a response to one of my initial queries asking for freelance work.

Everything I've read told me to be prepared for this question, but I wasn't. Here's the question? "Do you have a pricing structure you can send us?" OOOPPPS!!! I was priceless!

But by midnight I had pulled together a suitable document that I was rather proud of. Cindy seconded this opinion, confirming that my prices were reasonable and my language left ample room for flexibility. I was so tired after creating the pricing document which I didn't get to until AFTER I washed every dish and pot that we owned because we had cooked so many different things for our smorgasbord that I fell into bed and went right to sleep only to wake up at 3:30am thinking about a writing proposal I had promised a local business woman following an interview we had on Monday about me writing for her company.

By 4:30, I knew I wasn't going to go back to sleep, so I got up and started working on the proposal. By 9:30am it was done, and I had used my newly developed pricing schedule to included costs related to each service that I was recommending. I decided to let the proposal sit while I went to work on one of the Tall Tales I was writing for ABC Teach (my very first freelance job). But first I sent the pricing schedule to the gentleman who had first asked for it. After two hours on the Tall Tale project, I reread the proposal. It still sounded good, so I emailed it to the woman. Within 5 minutes, she responded: "EXCELLENT!" she wrote. "I want to do it all!"

I was stunned. I had expected her to chose two maybe three of the tasks I had suggested. Not all of them. Everything I'd read about business planning encouraged developing a clear pricing structure (Chris Bibey; Collis Ta'eed; Mark Silver to mention a few). But I was unprepared for the satisfying results of one sleepless night and a clear pricing structure. As Mark Silver says, "The price brings the whole idea of whatever the offer is into concrete, grounded here-and-now-ness . . . The price represents a choice point."

And now I have a second job--one that will have me working for several months. I would venture to say the priceless company of family that preceded creating my pricing schedule and proposal gave me the boost I needed to get the job done! Thanks you guys.

ph

Power Weekend

Outage

Our power went out early Friday morning. Cindy's mom's advice was to cuddle on the couch under a blanket and read. So we did just that for over 12 hours! Cindy read half of a novel and I tweaked on my business plan including creating a calendar of action for January. About 7:30pm, our camp lantern battery died, and we had to go to flashlight reading and writing. The house was getting colder by the minute, and we added a layer of blankets. By 8:30 I gave in and went to bed. Cindy followed at 9:30. There was still no power in the morning. We were cold and needed showers. Cindy's mom's advice: get in the car and turn on the heater full blast. So we did and then we drove to our friends' house to take a shower and then we went to the store. We got home at 1pm and there still was no power. When it came on at 2:30, we cheered and turned the thermostat up to 70.

Glorious Electricity

We turned on almost every light in the house and fired up our computers only to get all whacked out when the sky darkened, lightning and thunder crashed across the sky, and a torrential hailstorm hit the house. The lights flickered briefly but never went out. We stayed up until late, late, late, house ablaze with lights, kissing the thermostat each time we passed by, both of us happily engaged on our computers and eating the best toll house cookies Cindy has ever made.

Epiphany

Our practice these past 8 years has been to do our holiday gift exchange with each other on New Year's Day, but this year we postponed this giving for a lot of complicated reasons. We chose Sunday for the exchange, which coincidentally was the 12^th day of Christmas and Epiphany. We returned to on the power outage couch with steaming cups of tea, sliced oranges, and bowls of nuts, where we opened our gifts to one another. What fun! Cindy gave me 2 books, lots of card making paraphernalia, a bunch of nifty office stuff, a gorgeous periwinkle top, and 3 gifts of service. I gave her black sweat pants to replace her favorite pair that recently bit the dust, an auto emergency kit that I put together myself, a bunch of kitchen gadgets, an auto office center (because she works out of her car), and 3 gifts of service. We were both delighted! It's such a pleasure to live with someone who gifts me so well!

Writing Power

Sunday afternoon was the first meeting of my newly organized writing group. All I can say is that these women ROCK!! They are all powerful writers as well as smart, intelligent, kind, generous reviewers. I'm so thrilled to be working with these women.

Tiny Tippett

I came home to message to call Anna Mae, who had been given the privilege of telling me that I have a new grandchild in the making. A baby, growing in Mama's belly, will make its appearance early next summer. Power to the Tippetts!!

ph

Obama

I am cautiously optimistic and deeply pleased that Barack Obama came out on top in the Democrat Iowa Caucus with 39% of the vote, making him the clear favorite over Edwards and Clinton. Though I'm not convinced Obama is ready to be president, this early victory in the primaries bodes well in my small world. I feel it is auspicious indeed that a black man could do so well in Iowa the same year that I became grandmother to Leon and Aliou, twins from Liberia.

Just before the twins arrived, I listened to Obama read his book, Dreams of My Father, A Story of Race and Inheritance. The book filled my heart with hope and calmed my fears regarding the climate of racism we were bringing the boys into. I'm a child of the 60s and remember the Civil Rights movement with weeks of TV news footage depicting riots and fires and lynching, images I still can't get out of my mind. I know things are better, but I'm not naïve. The color barrier still looms large in this country. So my hope soared for my country and the African grandsons who were on their way as I listened to Obama's rich voice recount his life as the son of a black Kenyan father and a white American mother. The book was written in 1995 before Obama was elected Senator in Illinois, and it offers the perspective of a young man describing his experience with race and many cultures.

I am not politically astute. I haven't followed the presidential candidate race very closely, and I'm guilty of voting intuitively and from my emotions just like the people who put Bush into office. But I do have a method for making political decisions. In the case of presidential elections, and even senatorial and gubernatorial elections, I read memoirs, biographies, and feature articles in newspapers and magazines looking for a window into a candidate's life. I remember reading The Ugly American when Kennedy was running, though that was before I could vote. In fact that might have been the book and times that established my way of learning about a political candidate.

For today--right now--however, I'm simply happy that Barack Obama did well. I enjoy seeing his black face smiling warmly on the blogs and news websites that I'm reading this morning, a face just like Leon's and Aliou's.

ph

Her Eyes

She watched the sun set in El Salvador. She saw a smile spread across a young boy's face when she helped him into a wheel chair. She saw snow falling on the mountain beyond her parent's home. She saw her grandpa plant a willow. She watched her brothers play ball and her sister swing a bat. She watched giant cedar's sway behind the pulpit each Sunday morning.

Her eyes read JK Rowling's riveting words. Her eyes studied passages from the Bible, read In The Time of the Butterflies, and danced through the poetry of Edna St. Vincent Millay.

Her eyes live on, giving sight to man of 21 and an infant of 3 months. They are blessed.

ph

Rose-wise

Yesterday, the sun was shining after many gray days, and I was puttering in the yard, doing one of my three favorite yard tasks, transplanting (the other two being weeding and pruning). I was moving some foxgloves that had volunteered in the rose bed to a better location. As I worked, I was lamenting the fact that the deer decimate my roses EVERY year. They looked awful! What could I do about it, short of building a fence around the entire yard or at least around the rose bed which would look stupid since it the roses sit against the front of the house.

BING! An idea. I could move the roses into the tiny fenced vegetable garden. I could hear Culley, Raymond, and Jay groaning when they heard this idea, and I anticipated that Cindy would resist the idea as well, having convinced me to move ALL flowers out of the vegetable bed 2 years ago. The only one who might understand was Michael who enjoys the pleasures and challenges of rose cultivation as much as me.

But when I get such an idea, there is no stopping me and as it turned out Cindy didn't resist at all. She heard me out. I told her I would leave room for tomato plants in the summer and her watermelon plant too. I would set up barrels and use the long planter box on the patio to grow lettuce. Those were the only veggies we really wanted to grow. We are not farmers and my passion in the garden is flowers and design and TRANSPLANTING J

"OK," said Cindy, "Go for it!"

So I prepared a place in the veggie garden and started digging up the first bush. Immediately, I discovered that there was another reason the roses were not doing well. The earth was webbed with the roots of the 3 mulberry trees that shade our house and sit 5 feet in front of the roses and the earth is putrid smelling as well. It took a great deal of effort to dig up the first bush. I probably made a mistake in moving my favorite one first, but it now sits in its new home in rich soil in a place of honor in the fenced garden: the first plant you see upon opening the gate.

The goal: To move one bush each day for the next week. And Cindy came up with a great idea for putting something in place of the roses. She suggested I put several wine barrels along the front of the house and plant deer resistant bushes in them such as the butterfly bushes I've been wanting. The beauty of this idea is that the plants won't have to compete with mulberry tree roots, the barrels are moveable if we ever paint the house, and they are consistent with my rustic landscape design.

Feels good to get back into one of the focal points of retirement life (the other two being family and writing each of which has gotten its fair due of late).

The sun is shining again and I'm going to go transplant another rose.

ph

All I Want to Do is Read

Some days, I bemoan the fact that I'm a laboriously slow reader. People think that because I've read a lot of books, I'm a fast reader, but that simply isn't so. My daughter-in-law is a fast reader. My friend Bernadette from college who became a book reviewer is a phenomenally fast reader. Me, I'm just a plugger. I devote a good deal of time to reading but always feel like there is not enough time for all that I want to read. When I discovered audiobooks, I added hours to my reading time--thanks to my friend Christine who poked me in that direction for years before I tried it. Now I read/listen when I exercise, drive, and garden and sometimes when I do housework. But still I don't feel like there is enough time for reading.

Instead of writing new year's resolutions, one of my favorite bloggers, Alison Luterman, over at See How We Almost Fly wrote a list of books she wants to read in 2008. Allow me to copy that practice. Here are the books I want to read this year in no particular order:

The Gathering by Anne Enright

How Doctors Think by Jerome Groopman (non-fiction)

Ursula, Under by Ingrid Hill

Waiting by Ha Jin

The Botany of Desire by Michael Pollan (and his new book too)

The Denial of Death Ernest Becker (non-fiction)

Who is My Self? A Guide to Buddhist Meditation by Ayya Khema

Speciman Days by Michael Cunningham

A History of Love by Nicole Krause

The Pacific and Other Stories by Mark Helprin

Here are the poets I will read this year: Mary Rose O'Reilley, Patricia Fargnoli, Alicia Ostricker, Leonard Cohen.

I would love to have recommendations from friends who read. Andrea, Anne, Christine are you there? Please all of you readers tell me your "must reads."

ph