Sunday, March 12, 2023

Forever Friendship

Forever Friendship

(anonymous) 

Sometimes in life,
you find a special friend;
Someone who changes your life
just by being part of it.
Someone who makes you laugh
until you can't stop;
Someone who makes you believe
that there really is good in the world.
Someone who convinces you
that there really is an unlocked door
just waiting for you to open it.

This is forever friendship.

Last night we took a well-deserved break and went to our dear, dear friends’ (Jim & Ginger Burden) home for pizza and ice cream. Three of their daughters were also in attendance and it was a pleasure to chat with them. The oldest child I have known since she was four years old - forty-four years! Ginger is a forever friend.

Ginger and Jim moved out of Woodland for three years in the mid-1980s. While they lived in Conyers, Georgia, Ginger wrote to me weekly. I have saved every letter and have reread them multiple times over the years. Those letters are packed for our move. There is no way I could ever toss those letters. They were long letters – usually 8-10 pages on both sides of 8 1/2x11 ruled paper. She has said she will write to me in Minnesota. This makes my heart happy. She writes the way she speaks which is to the point and very funny. Once we started to write a novel and we got sidetracked by life. Maybe it’s something we should re-visit.

Tonight, Ginger and I  tried the call feature on Messenger. It works! I could see her face and talk and yes it was absolutely lovely (her face and the conversation). 

I am grateful for The Burden family. They have been steadfast and kind friends. 



Saturday, March 11, 2023

I Wish I Knew

I have been trying to blow away the wind for decades. I think all of the food plans I've tried over the years have been successful for a while. I look back on photos before age 35 and I look fine. Yet, I was always trying for thinner. 

Oh, what I would give to be back at my before 35 weight! Still I will continue to take baby steps and work on accepting where I am right now while I work to stay healthy. I feel blessed that in spite of my obesity, I don't currently have a health condition requiring me to take medication. I want to keep it that way! I want to get old(er)with Joe Coehlo and watch my grandbabies grow up.

 

Friday, March 10, 2023

A Journal Entry

 


We spent another day packing up for our cross-county trip and for our move to Minnesota. We are up to box number 114. Today I worked mostly in the bathroom sorting for what we can take and what needs to stay behind. Yes, we are taking the twelve packages of dental floss.

And the six rolls of medical tape, and the four boxes of various Band-Aid sizes. It amazes me what we have collected over the past twenty years since we came back from our year in Egypt. We use dental floss every day, band-aids infrequently, and medical tape even more infrequently. It is all kept in the same place so it’s not like we had misplaced it or didn’t see the items. Now that I think about it some of the items may have been from when Joe’s dad passed away (May 2016). Hal always liked having a ‘supply’ of each item.

Not that I am much better. I have a dozen different lotions and other cosmetic items I no longer use and can’t transport anyway. I have set up a shelf for friends to go through and take what may be useful for them. Lord, knows why I kept almost empty bottles of stuff. Those went in the trash or are set aside to use up in the next nineteen days.

We are good to begin our cross-country trip on March 29th. Yesterday, I firmed up reservations at a campground at the Grand Canyon. That’s pretty exciting. I also discovered that three of the most accessible Pueblo monuments are on the drive from the Grand Canyon to our friends’ home in Gilbert, Arizona. I am excited as I have wanted to visit Pueblos since I read about them in grade school.

Today’s people connections were with my friend Jen in New Jersey via video chat. Jen is such a joy to talk with – every time I talk with her she will share with me something she has read that I want to read also. Then I met up with E for a late lunch, early dinner. E is the person who took on the job I retired from. It made me happy to hear that he enjoys the job and the people.

Tomorrow will be another day of packing. The movers will be here in 17 days!

Thursday, March 9, 2023

My Daily Calm - Endings

My Daily Calm, 10-minute meditation, for today was entitled Endings. The meditation focused on ending unhealthy relationships and on letting go of the concept that relationships have to last forever to have value or meaning. Honoring our instincts when we know it’s time to move on is an important element in ending relationships.

I stayed in my first marriage for nineteen years, despite the emotional toll it was taking, and stayed in jobs that exhausted me because I could hear my father’s voice, in my head, ask, “Do you want to be a quitter?”

The answer was always no. My father died in 1989, in 1993 I finally found the courage to file for a divorce and in 1994 I left a company I had worked at for 18 years. Making the decision to end those relationships made space for a healthier marriage (to Joe Coehlo) and different job opportunities that helped me grow as a person. In hindsight, I am convinced my father’s words were only meant for activities and opportunities, not bad relationships.

So, while my ‘endings’ have been a leap of faith they made space for better ‘beginnings.’

Today I am grateful for –

  •          Friendships that have lasted.
  •          Friendships that allow me to pick up where we left off after years of no contact.
  •          Friendships that have ended because I, or they, recognized the toxicity of the relationship.


 

Wednesday, March 8, 2023

Mail Thoughts

 


I have a thing for mail. Each day I look forward to getting the mail – even though it’s mostly junk and goes into the paper recycle bin. We no longer get mail of value very often as all of the credit and utility bills are electronic. The only physical bill I get is our supplemental insurance and it’s set up for automatic payment each month. The City of Woodland and Pacific Gas and Electric still mail me supplemental information though about usage compared to prior years. Since they send the bills electronically, I am not sure why they send the reports through the mail. DMV registration documents and drivers’ licenses still come in the mail. I recently opted in to get DMV renewal notices via email My recently renewed passport came via U.S. mail.

I love getting mail! My favorite mail over the years have been letters from nieces or nephews (school projects – write a letter to someone in another state) and a request from my great-nephew, Tatum, a few years back to help with a school assignment by providing information on California. Oh, and don’t forget Christmas cards!! Cards are a fun treat.

I have never understood why people don’t process their mail daily. The people who let the mail sit in their mailbox for days must have incredible restraint. For me it’s a matter of, “It has my name on it. I need to look at it and take care of it right away.” While growing up in Ney, Ohio one of us had to walk down the street to the post office to retrieve mail from our box (P.O. Box 102). As an adult, I’d visit my mom and sister and they’d wait a week before collecting their mail. Before they finally moved to town (Bryan), they were getting warning notices from the post office as the time between trips had extended to a few weeks and the box was too full to put more mail into it.

As is my nature, I got to wondering why getting mail makes me happy and so I Googled “the psychology of mail.” Unbelievably there is actually information on it. I am not doing a deep dive – just a cursory glance and came across several references to how a piece of mail usually starts with an elongated, several minute relationship with the recipient while handling it and deciding whether to open it or not. The mail piece can engage many senses – touch, scent, and vision. Then there is the process of opening which is an interaction. In general engagement with mail is more positive and memorable than with email.

The desire to engage us  explains why we still get our Raley’s ads in the mail each week. Marketing experts contend that it is too easy for readers to delete or skip over electronic ads. When we have the ads in our hands, though, we may stop and check for sales.  I know Joe and I read it each week.

I think I read our newspaper more thoroughly when it was delivered to the door. Now it’s online and I kind of just skim over the few articles that spark my interest. I no longer read the comics which were my favorite part, along with Dear Abby, for decades. The comics simply don’t interest me in digital form. Maybe my brain has been warped by memes. Or maybe not holding onto a piece of paper has caused me to lose the connection with my sense of humor.

Tuesday, March 7, 2023

Aftermath of Vacation

Today has been sort of a bust in terms of accomplishing tasks. During our six day trip I didn’t think about accomplishing anything except enjoying the people around me. Now that we are home I feel as if I need to be busy doing ‘productive’ things.

We have about 90% of our packing done. The house is tidy. No laundry to do. Our schedule for the next couple of weeks in Woodland is filling up nicely with last goodbye plans with friends. I finished updating our family and trip budgets this morning and set up Joe’s iPad with the Kindle App. Meals for the rest of the week are planned out and just need to be heated up (we have become fans of the prepackaged salad mixes at Costco). I took a nap this afternoon.

I could scale my clothing down to only what I am wearing on the trip. It feels too soon to do that. I could finish packing the kitchen – it feels too soon to do that. I could deep clean the house. It feels too soon to do that. Whoa that sort of leaves relaxing.

Have you ever looked up the definition of relax? Oxford languages definition 1 reads, “make or become less tense or anxious.”  Merriam-Webster at least lists the definition I think of (5th meaning), “to seek rest or recreation.”  I was a bit stymied though by the 6th meaning, “to relieve constipation.”

I’m taking the fifth.


Monday, March 6, 2023

Home Again


 Meet Marseille! I introduced her in yesterday’s blog.

Last night, we went to dinner with Debbie and Steve at Greg’s Grill in Bend. The restaurant looks out on the Deschutes River. We had window seating, great company, and terrific food and wine. Then it was home to watch A Man Called Otto (it is now available to rent on Amazon Prime). Debbie and Steve had seen the original Swedish version (A Man Called Ove). I think I cried more watching it this second time.

We left Bend this morning at 7:30am and arrived in Woodland around 3:40pm. It had snowed Sunday and was snowing when we left this morning. Along the way we encountered more snow, hail, and rain. Chains were required from Weed to Redding except for all wheel drive vehicles. Our Subaru Outback did a terrific job. I drove from Klamath Falls to Woodland, so I got most of the ‘weather.’

Joe has the car unloaded, we have laundry almost finished, ate a dinner of salad and ribs (okay, Joe had beans, too!), our bags are unpacked and stuff put away. We are both ready to call it a day.

Sunday, March 5, 2023

Moments to Cherish: Bend Day 2

 I miss my computer! Writing on my phone is more cumbersome and the words do not come as easily. I get caught up in the dynamics of writing on a small screen which seems to stifle the free flow of words. My consolation is that the struggle with the process may be stimulating my brain and staving off dementia. Gotta look for a silver lining.

Today I want to write another love story about friendship. 

This trip to Bend, we are staying at the home of Debbie Coehlo and Steve Buss. The back story is that Debbie was married to one of Joe’s brothers for awhile. They generously offered us a place to stay. Steve is Debbie’s fiancĂ© and we have enjoyed getting to know him this visit.

When we arrived at around 11:40pm on Friday night they had waited up for us. We sat and talked until 2:15am before finally calling it a day. The next morning we enjoyed a visit before heading out to visit with our nephew Nate (yesterday’s blog).  Last night Debbie made us  a scrumptious lasagna meal. The entire time all of us talked. 

Debbie and Steve enjoy playing games that help to stimulate the brain. They introduced us to Qwirkle. Folks who know me well know I am not into games. I turn into Godzilla when it comes to competing and I lose all sense of propriety. The good news is that having had a glass of wine before dinner, I was a bit more chill. 

There was a lot of laughter and good natured teasing throughout the game. Debbie won with Joe placing second. We did play the game with the pieces turned up as a teaching tool. This amped up the competition for blocking plays. Debbie, Steve, and Joe are all kind people so that knowledge helped me keep my competitiveness in check.

Debbie and Steve have an adorable puppy, Marseille. Both mornings she comes into our room as soon as the door opens and jumps up to snuggle and lick us. Joe left early this morning to spend the day with his brother, Steve at the ranch Steve manages. (Two Steve’s may be a bit confusing - this is Steve Coehlo). Anyway, this meant I got all of the Marseille snuggles this morning. It reminds me of when we visit our daughter, Megan, in Minnesota. Megan’s dogs, Pan and Rufio, are terrific snugglers. Looks like I’m going to have plenty of dog snuggles in my future.

This morning, Debbie and I met up with another friend, Abbie Rexroad. Abbie and Debbie have connected before through family members and community involvement. It was amazing to sit with two people who value heartfelt conversation. Both are involved with children and gifted with understanding of childhood development. Debbie has her own practice - you can read about her at https://juniperpediatrics.com/about/director/.Abbie currently works as a pre-school teacher (ages 2-3) and incorporates her love of nature into the program. 

I could sit and talk to these two dynamic, mindful, and intelligent women for days. My love for each of them is such that when they leave my presence I feel as if part of me is missing. Fortunately, like so many of the friends the universe has blessed me with, they make space in their lives for me.

I am grateful for their time, energy, and mindful responses to my loads of questions about healthy living (physical and emotional) which they both embrace. Abbie shared with us that she is developing a YouTube series of meditations for children. 

My heart and soul feel nourished from the time in their space today.

If I had one wish for other people in the universe: Cherish those connections that nourish your soul. Go a step further and let the people you love know that you love them. Love feeds love.

Saturday, March 4, 2023

Of Mice and Men - A Dash of Elk


We started our day with a lovely breakfast with our hosts (more on them at a later date) and then off at 10:00am to visit with our nephew and Steve’s son, Nate Van Amburg. What a blessing Nate is to our family! His passion for nature, his desire to continually learn, and his wish to help other’s seek joy, combine to create a vibrant energy. He admits it’s been an uphill journey for him, at times, and that he’s made mistakes over the years. Those situations became opportunities for him to grow and develop into the person he is today.

We enjoyed great conversation around abundance mentality, gifts of the universe, and positive beliefs. Nate has multiple talents including leading river rafting trips and fishing excursions that provide people with opportunities to safely enjoy nature.

While we have not had the opportunity to travel with Nate yet, our friends have and speak highly of his skills. Nate’s passion for nature is authentic and he speaks of the magic and humor of what nature offers mankind.

Today I had my first taste of Elk. Nate shared his hunting story with Joe and me before we ate the ground elk burger. As I ate my sandwich I could picture the elk in the snow on a moonlit night. It made me stop and reflect on if I have ever thought of how food makes its way to my table.

 I did get a bit squeamish today when Nate’s cat brought a mouse into the house and dropped it at our feet. I hate mice with a passion. The mouse was still alive. It ran off and the cat chase was on. Joe teased me a bit about how I maintained my calm. Long story short, I am not sure what happened to that mouse. I am pretty sure though all of the conversation around nature and karma may have changed my perspective a bit. 



 







Friday, March 3, 2023

Crescent City to Ashland, Oregon

 Last night was another successful car camping experience at Florence Keller Park. The Subaru head room does not  allow for sitting up so we have to crawl in and than lay down. I learned how to put my shoes on while lying down! Shoes are a necessity in the damp forest.

This morning we met up with the T family for breakfast and visited until 11:30am when we started for Ashland, Oregon.  We took Hwy 101 to Hwy 199 to Interstate 5 about a 2 1/2 hour drive. The Jedediah Smith State Park and Smith River made for a relaxing drive along the California stretch of 199.


We stopped at a spot along the Smith River to honor my uncle Owen. Before he died in July 2021 he asked that we find a place in the mountains to honor his memory. I had been putting it off because I couldn't envision a place that would work. He loved the ocean and the mountains - this spot seemed ideal. We took time to honor his memory and experience the peaceful sound of the river. 


We drove on to Ashland, stopping in Medford to get gas at Costco and to shop at Best Buy. Gas in Crescent City ranged from $5.30 to $5.60 for regular unleaded. We bought only 3 gallons as a cushion before we started for Ashland knowing prices would be less in Oregon. Costco gas in Medford was $3.57/gallon. The Subaru Outback has an 18 gallon tank and averaged 27 miles to the gallon with the majority of our drive occurring in the mountains. 

We had plans to meet our niece, Molly, in Ashland for dinner at 6 pm at an Italian restaurant - Pies & Vine. We had some time so parked and worked on setting up Joe's new iPad. We treated ourselves to a little libation for the evening.

After dinner we began the last trek of the day, on to Bend. We are due in about 11:30 pm. Lots of packed snow and icy roads on Hwy 230 out of Ashland. The snow banks edging the road is 3 to 4 feet high. The outside temperature is 17 degrees Fahrenheit. Hard to get a good photo as there is no place to pull over.

More practice for living in Minnesota!





Thursday, March 2, 2023

Crescent City Day 2

 Night one of car camping was a success. It took me awhile to fall asleep because Joe had the windows cracked enough I thought critters could climb in while I slept. I dozed off around 8:30 pm and was wide awake at 9:00pm with visions of animals trying to get in. When Joe woke up at 11:30pm I shared my worries and he assured me no creepy crawlers could climb up the sides of the car. We then slept until 7am.

Our air mattress was comfortable and we definitely were warm enough even though the temperature was freezing. The canopy of trees also helped to keep the temperature a bit warmer as we were protected from the wind.

We were up and ready to meet our friends at a local restaurant at 9:00am. We enjoyed a leisurely visit over breakfast with the T family. J had a garden club meeting and a test for a class she is taking so we parted ways and B (J’s husband and their two children (ages 13 and 11) hung out with us.

First we visited the sea lions at Crescent City Harbor Marina. There were maybe 100  sea lions with about 10 laying on the sidewalk within 15 feet of us up close and a bit too personal. They move fast and you don’t want to walk toward them as they can attack. 




A few shots at the harbor. I especially liked the attitude of the sea lion in the middle shot. He actually appeared to be posing for us.

We then ventured over to Battery Point. While everyone else explored the beach, tide pools, and the lighthouse, I did some walking in the parking lot, took photos, made a video on SnapChat for my daughter, meditated, and watched people. 


Photos above were taken in the parking lot at Battery Point. Top photo I was trying to capture the waves breaking against the rock. The second photo is the working light house. 

Two hours later (about 1:15pm) we headed to lunch at the Chart Room. J joined us about 3:00pm and we sat and visited until 4:45pm. Then it was time for us to head back to Florence Keller Park for the night.

We had a great visit with our friends. Now it’s after 6:00 pm and time to crawl into the back of the Subaru and read. Tonight Joe is only cracking his window, my side is up, so any critters will have to climb over him to get to me. He better not sleep through it if they get in the car…



Wednesday, March 1, 2023

Crescent City Journey


The laptop battery was dead upon arrival at our campsite. We do not have electrical outlets - I am going to write this blog on my phone. I usually write in Word and use the editor function for spell check and grammar. I guess you could say today’s post is unfiltered. 

This trip to Crescent City, California, and Talent and Bend, Oregon is a trial trip for us before we leave on our U.S. tour in 4 weeks. Loading the car and adding the car shell took about an hour. We left Woodland at 8:08am. 

Our plan was to drive the 6 1/2 hour route in one hour increments so that we could get out and move around for at least five minutes. It was also the time to change drivers, eat a pre-packed  snack, take a bathroom break if needed, and refill water bottles. I also wanted to snap at least one photo from each stop so I could get into the habit.

Our route was I-5 to Hwy 20 to Hwy 101 to Crescent City. The first stop went as planned. We pulled over in a pullout area on Hwy 20. I snapped a photo of the car ( see above). No need for a snack or bathroom. We changed drivers (my turn). 

Our next stop I forgot to take a photo! It was still on Hwy 20 and we could see snow on the mountains ahead. Joe took over the drive.

The next leg ended up going for an hour and 40 minutes because the next two rest stops were closed for maintenance. Grrrr. So we ended up going off of the highway (101) to a small town with a gas station and grocery store. They had no water and so weren’t allowing people use their bathrooms.   


Luckily it was only about 10 minutes to somewhere else. While the scenery was lovely (trees and snow), the bathrooms located around the back of a gas station had standing water and were cold! They were free though and reminded me of the public bathrooms in Egypt. We grabbed a snack from our food box and we were shortly underway with me at the wheel.

I ended up driving an hour and a half before we stopped at Humboldt Coastal Nature Center and walked in a parking lot. Nobody else around on a Wednesday afternoon. 



I continued driving for another hour until we stopped about 20 minutes from our campsite at Florence Keller Park. This next photo was taken where we pulled over just south of Crescent City. 

I always enjoy the ocean. The sound, the smell, and the beauty of the waves relax me. 

Joe took over the last leg of today’s drive so I could navigate to the park. There are 50 sites at $20/night. No reservations - it’s first come first serve. We chose a spot near the bathrooms and the park hosts. 


The top photo is of the bathrooms across from our site. 
The bottom photo is our car backed into the site. We also have a  fire pit and picnic table. It’s too cold to sit outside though! 

Joe is excited about what we are learning with our trial run:
  • Bring more bandanas or handkerchiefs for drying hands (don’t have to worry about disposing of paper towels or wipes).
  • Our special air mattress should have been opened 24 hours before for the first use. We didn’t think to check the instructions cause we had been scurrying around all week.
  • Pre-charge air pumps and laptops before the trip. Do not assume that since they were fully charged last time you used them that they are still charged.
  • Not having a specific arrival time line is very freeing and allows for creativity in locating a safe location to stretch our legs and switch drivers.
All in all a no stress day for us even with quite a bit of road work and closed rest areas. We listened to a few podcasts and the passenger was able to gawk at scenery to their heart’s content. Joe even took a nap (while I drove. Thought I should clarify). Our time on the road ended at 4:20pm. Joe took advantage of the daylight to  hike around the campground.

He took me over to show me “the biggest redwood I’ve ever seen.” It was so large I had to take 2 photos to capture the entire width. There are several smaller trees in front of it.


We are ending our day with peanut butter sandwiches and relaxing into the quiet.












Tuesday, February 28, 2023

A Journal Entry

It’s the end of the day and we are almost packed for our trip to Crescent City and Oregon. We leave in the morning when we get up. It is expected to take 6 ½ hours and anticipate it will take longer as we like to stop each hour and stretch our legs. Our goal is to be in our campsite before dark.

We will be trying out car camping to test how it will work when we begin the big trip at the end of March. Our hope is to give ourselves options as we travel the United States so that if we want to explore we are not limited by a lack of hotel rooms.

Tomorrow I am going to try to remember, as we make our hourly stops, to take photos for this blog. It will also allow me to figure out if I can get into a blogging routine while traveling. Have laptop will blog.

Sad news today. A friend of ours lost her adult son. He passed away last night in his sleep. Our thoughts are with his family as they deal with the loss of their son, husband, father.

Joe spent the afternoon and into the evening talking with an about-to-graduate mechanical engineer, Leo. Joe had a good time, sharing insights into machining with Leo. At the 4 ½ hour mark I reminded Joe he still needed to finish his packing. I then called Karl (from yesterday) and asked if he would be willing to talk with Leo. They have interests in common. I thought it would be nice if they could connect and I hope they can find a way to be mutually supportive of each other.

So now it’s off to bed so I can be ready to travel tomorrow!

Monday, February 27, 2023

Taking a Break and Drought Data

 Joe and I took a couple of hours off of packing today to have lunch with friends in Roseville. Karl and Molly met up with us at Blue House Korean BBQ. It was lovely to choose and cook a variety of foods from their All You Can Eat Menu.

The best part though was getting to know Molly a bit better and catching up with Karl on a variety of topics he and I had talked about at Joe’s retirement luncheon back in December. Karl has worked with Joe for a number of years; however, he has been exclusively working remotely since COVID hit. Karl is a mechanical engineer, and his personal passion is restoring old cars. We enjoyed the opportunity to spend some ‘real’ time with Molly as the first and only time we had met her was at her wedding several years ago. She had other priorities that day!

Great company and good food made for a terrific break in our packing and cleaning routine.

As we were driving to Roseville (about 45 minutes away at 10:30am) it started raining heavily. The traffic was good in that people were keeping safe distances. At one point our car told us that the car camera system had been deactivated. Since we could not see more than about 10 feet in front of us through the volume of rain it was understandable. At the time, this thought ran through my mind, “Joe said he wanted to leave Woodland to be in an environment where there is more water.”

We sure have had a lot of water falling from the sky this year. One rainy season is not going to fix the California drought though. One hundred percent (100%) of yolo County is categorized as Abnormally Dry with moderate drought conditions. Eighty-one percent (81.04%) of Yolo County is categorized as Severe Drought. According to the website https://www.drought.gov/states/california/county/yolo this means that grazing land is inadequate, fire season is longer with high burn intensity and large fire spatial extent, and trees are stressed; plants increase reproductive mechanisms and wildlife diseases increase.

For Joe the drought has limited his capacity to garden. We take our role as responsible citizens to heart and try to conserve water. Both our front and back yards have been garden areas for over thirteen years. We try to raise plants that require little watering. In the backyard we used hay to keep weeds down and to keep the watering we did do from evaporating quickly in the heat.

Now, it’s only fair that I check Minnesota’s drought status as I heard they also have been experiencing drought conditions. The county we are most likely moving to is Wright County and they do not have drought conditions this year. Up until January of this year there were parts of Wright County that were ranked as Abnormally Dry. This changed with 2023 experiencing  the 29th wettest year-to-date over the past 129 years. https://www.drought.gov/states/minnesota/county/Wright

My daughter called me this morning to check in and shared that the dogs – who normally love the snow – are only going outside for quick bathroom breaks and even then they are not happy about it. Charlotte and Caleb were home from school Wednesday and Thursday of last week due to snowstorms. She said it warmed up yesterday and then today it was raining ice. While she was talking to me, she was relaying a play-by-lay of the USPS woman intentionally angling her truck into snowbanks as the roads were slippery and of her neighbor man trying to get back up his driveway after picking up his mail. It was amusing Megan. The man wasn’t so amused.

Maybe next year, I’ll be looking out of a window and writing about the neighbors.

Sunday, February 26, 2023

Packing Progress

 It feels good to have this much done with 4 weeks to go before the movers arrive. Our kitchen is almost completely packed except for the few things we use regularly and the Tupperware project. Over the years we have collected numerous pieces of disposable food containers that we keep reusing over and over, My job will be to make sure there is a lid for each piece – if not – it goes in the garbage.

I have discovered there are at least two types of packers. One is the person who packs everything and sorts through it later. Joe and I are the other type of packer. We sort and toss or give items away as we go – which is why I started packing last August. It is difficult to believe with all of the tossing and gifting we still have so many boxes to send to Minnesota! As of right now we have 94 different containers with 25 of those containers being related to tools (tool chests, tool boxes, and specially built crates for some tools). I am projecting 14 more boxes and we should be done.

In 2002 we moved to Cairo, Egypt for a year. We packed up our house in two weeks. We put everything in storage that we could not re-home to other people. It was a fairly small storage place, and we were really proud of ourselves for being so mindful in packing. When we came home a year later we were shocked at what we had kept – especially the two large black lawn bags full of Megan’s stuffed toys. I can assure you in 2022 we have no bags of stuffed toys, though I did pack two build-a-bear animals Megan had made me over the years that include recordings of Megan saying, “I love you, Mom.” Those are collector pieces!

Saturday, February 25, 2023

Reflection

While this quote made me laugh out loud, I kept mulling over how it took me years to stop stuffing emotions.

Growing up I would hear from the adults around me - parents, aunts, grandparents, teachers - how I needed to manage my emotions. I don’t recall if uncles ever said things to me about feelings or emotions. I suspect not as they were busy with their own life interests.

As the oldest of five children, I knew that I was a role model so not only did I have a responsibility to ‘control’ how I projected what I was feeling – I would be responsible for how my siblings would learn to regulate their emotions.

“You shouldn’t feel hurt. They were just kidding.” (People could use mean or nasty words about you, but they were only kidding so it was okay. The irony is how in the heck does a child know this about adult behavior)?

“Don’t cry or I’ll give you something to cry about.” (Obvious message was that physical pain was the only reason to cry).

“Suck it up. Nobody else needs to know how you feel. They got their own lives to deal with.”

“You are too sensitive.”

Of course, I grew up thinking emotions were messy and since I had these feelings there must be something wrong with me. Other people had better emotional control.

Except I knew about anger. I saw grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, teachers, store owners, friends of the family, all express anger on occasion. Anger was an okay emotion to express. And that message also taught me that anger could NOT be controlled by other people.

Too late, being an all or nothing person. I buried anger for years. Turning it inward on myself.

I have never learned 100% how to manage feelings nor to completely ‘stuff them in the trunk.’ Until I was in my forties, I would cry every time someone said something that hurt my feelings. I would cry if I felt angry. And I learned really early that tears were considered a weakness by some people and as a weapon to manipulate by other people. Nobody told me crying was a natural response.

The Corporate World also made it clear about  feelings and emotions not being welcomed in the workplace. Unless of course it was a manager or business owner. They could express anger, frustration, arrogance with no consequences or repercussions. I was supposed to be stoic and not respond.  I learned to leave the room after what felt like personal attacks. “Thank you for letting me know your thoughts. Could you excuse me for a moment?” Then off to the bathroom to sob it out, splash my face, and return to the meeting.

Over the years, when faced with what I came to recognize as personal attacks (often they only had part of the story and I wasn’t the person they should have been attacking or admonishing), I learned to sit quietly and let the other person rant. Meditation helped me to listen without engaging in judging what I was feeling. I knew it would pass and the more still I was the more out of control they appeared. Had I felt physically threatened I would definitely have walked out.

I am not sure I have a clear understanding of emotional regulation and emotional stuffing. I think the difference SHOULD be that it is okay to express an authentic emotion and that we can still be responsible with the words we use.  I recognize my feelings do not give me the right to say things that are destructive to other people.

I have learned to be more mindful over the years. I am entitled to my emotions and feelings. At the same time, I can also ask questions and not make assumptions. I have worked hard at not writing ‘stories in my head’ about other people’s motives. I’ve learned to ask questions to have a better understanding of the message. I’ve learned it doesn’t matter if I behave perfectly, someone else will not be mindful about how they express themselves – because they don’t care how their words are received.

Friday, February 24, 2023

Kindness

 


This lovely meme found its way to me. A message I need to remind myself of when I get frustrated or angry about someone being unkind to those around me. I have been on the receiving end of someone acting kindly toward me when I have been unkind, I never purposely choose to be unkind; however, I can feel it when it is happening and I try to stop me in my tracks and start over. It usually happens on the phone when I am dealing with someone at a utility company. It’s not a good feeling on my part.

So much of who I am can be explained by the reels of my parent’s voices in my head:

            “Two wrongs don’t make a right.”

            “Kindness is the oil that greases our life.”

            “Sit on the floor back-to-back with your brother(or sister) until you think about your behavior and can apologize.” (This was when we were fighting about something).

            “Remember the Golden Rule.”

All I know is that kindness is a choice we can make and it hasn’t always been easy to be nice to someone when it isn’t reciprocated.

I also believe that there are people who do believe kindness is a weakness. That’s on them.

Thursday, February 23, 2023

Connections

 

Today I enjoyed lunch with a person I have been friends with on Facebook for many years. I always follow KCW‘s posts and appreciate her commitment to her faith and the joy she expresses on her mini-trips around California with her husband. We decided to meet up in person for some one on one time before Joe and I move to Minnesota. In addition to KCW’s introducing me to Las Milpas (yes, their flan is the best I’ve tasted in Woodland!), it was a joy to be in her space.

I left lunch today committed to keeping in touch with this kind and wise woman. I appreciated her vulnerability in sharing parts of her life stories with me. Talking with her felt like sitting down with someone I have known for decades. I certainly feel blessed to have had this time with her.

We chatted about why it took us so long to actually get together face-to-face. Maybe one unexpected gift of this move is that we felt compelled to take the time to connect. Yesterday, I wrote about re-connecting. Today I realized I am strongly compelled to have face time (in-person or virtual) with people I care about while I can.

Connection is important to me. One reason is because it helps me to confirm my belief that most people are good people just trying to come to terms with events in their day-to-day lives. When we are so busy with our own lives, it is easy to lose sight of the good in the world when we are inundated with the ‘noise’ of the news, the demands of our jobs, and the needs of our own families. Taking a pause with a friend over a glass of wine or a meal is the perfect time to be present in the moment and to reflect on what really matters. We matter. The gifts we each bring to the universe matter. Sharing goodwill matters.

I got to top off my day with a spur of the moment invitation to dinner out with Kim and Sarah. More connection time. So, while it may have rained (sprinkled) here for a little bit today, I was showered with an abundance of connection time in between my kitchen packing. I feel grateful.

Wednesday, February 22, 2023

Re-Connection


As much as I stay in touch with friends, I am really lousy at keeping connections open with my husband’s family. This is because they have never been a close family and there have been incidents over the years where we have become even more disconnected. Today, I decided I needed to reach out to two of the family members we have lost touch with since 2016 when Joe’s dad died.

Joe’s youngest sibling was nine years old when Joe left home. They had very different upbringings. Joe was the oldest and his sister the youngest. He had written to his sister via email, last month, to let her know we are moving to Minnesota. She did not reply. I called her today and asked if she had seen Joe’s email about our move. She said emails get lost in her shared email account with her spouse. She was polite. She wished us well. Told us everything was going great for her two adult children. They are healthy and happy and that’s all she really wants for them.

The second contact was more complex for me; Joe’s stepmother. We have not talked to her since about a year or two after Joe’s dad died in 2016. We tried staying connected even though we hate driving to the bay area of California. Then COVID hit and we did not connect at all. Most of the time we upset his stepmom when we did see her as it brought up some really challenging times for her emotionally with the loss of Joe’s dad. And frankly, I am a coward when it comes to family conflict.

Joe’s stepmom’s daughter and son-in-law are amazing people so I emailed the son-in-law and he being the delightful man he is wrote a gracious and kind response wishing us well on our journey and move. I sent him our contact information. I was sorry to hear Joe’s stepmom at 97 years young is declining. She is surrounded though by loving people, including Joe’s sister who has stayed in touch with her.

This was a little bit of adulting I had dreaded. It’s awkward knowing I have lost touch when I could have picked up the phone any time and called them. I could have just left everything as it was – continued to ignore them. I couldn’t though. I felt the need to suck it up and reach out. I am relieved to have done it and my conscious feels better. One of my favorite people is Brene Brown. The Brown quote for today on vulnerability reminds me that I am not alone in feeling vulnerable during connection.

Tuesday, February 21, 2023

Hodge Podge

 The fence is finished! All of the recommended fixes around the house have been completed. Back to tool inventory! Yesterday, I started packing the kitchen.

I am five boxes (medium heavy duty) in to the project and thinking, “How did we accumulate this much stuff!”  It feels like I didn’t even make a dent. I suspect it’s one of those projects that looks bigger than it really is because of all of the careful wrapping I am doing of glass items. Wait until I get to the cookware and baking stuff! I can just carefully toss it into a box without multiple layers of bubble wrap.

Yesterday, we also finished packing up all of our artwork. Our walls are bare. Well, except for all of the nail holes…

Today I took a break from packing to have coffee with a friend in Davis. It was heartwarming to catch up with him and hear about all of the volunteer work he has engaged in since his retirement in late 2020. He had a long and successful career in law enforcement and one of the most inclusive, kindest people I have had the fortune to know. What a blessing it was to be in his space today.

After my coffee, I went by Moving with Grace – a local moving company we have used for small moving jobs (2 moves for Megan, a move for my uncle, a move for Joe’s tools) to pick up some packing supplies. Moving with Grace does not go to Minnesota, or I would have used them in a heartbeat. Anyway, Kristine the office manager was busy doing interviews but made a point to have my order ready for me and to help us out with some extra dish pack supplies they had that were partials because they had broken kits for other moves. Last year, the owner of Moving with Grace, Justin Dote came out to the house and helped us determine what kind of supplies we would need for this move and to talk us through the moving process. He also introduced me to Marissa Berry at Yolo Transfer to help us with the Minnesota move.

Like Justin, Marissa has been amazing at collaborating with us. I feel confident that our move will be handled professionally, and our worldly goods will make it safely to Minnesota. And even if something is broken – it IS just stuff.  Stuff I have packed.

I do not have a set of matching coffee mugs. I have about 6 mismatched mugs. While packing them today, I realized three of them were gifts from my long time - and one of my two closest friends – Ginger Burden. I think she brought them to me over the years after she had been on trips. I stopped and took a photo of the three mugs because they mean so much to me and they make me smile every morning when I open my cabinet. Now they are packed away so the photos are so I can memorialize the mugs should I need a happy fix on the mornings before we leave. I am sharing them with you because maybe they will make you smile, also.





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