Changing priorities

 Little Miss Catherine will soon be 17 months old. With time speeding by as it does, Catherine has developed into a delightful toddler. I got to stay with her and her daddy a few days while her mommy (Sarah) went away for a business trip.  How lucky for me that I only live 90 minutes away and her parents allow me into their home to be part of this little miracle’s life. I was on spring break so Sarah’s trip was perfect timing for me.

Little Catherine

afternoon recharging

Catherine is just starting to say some words - most distinctly are no, more, and bad. She communicates well by nodding yes and shaking her head no. She blows kisses and waves bye-bye. We had the best time reading books, pretending to cook with kitchen utensils, an empty salt shaker, and measuring cups. We played with a ball and with her other toys. She has a great affinity for music boxes. 

Miss Catherine left me with a wonderful memory. She woke up early one morning and ran over to my bed. I heard her thump on the wood floor with her little feet – running – thump, thump, thump, thump – short but very fast little steps. I lay in my bed pretending to be asleep, hoping she might return to her own bed and go back to sleep. She stood there. I could hear her sucking her pacifier and breathing. Then, she hooted a few times…something like an owl or a dove. It made me smile. I pulled her up into the bed with me and she snuggled up against me. I put the blanket over her and she lay there quietly for 10 minutes or so. She had brought a stuffed bird with her, which she began playing with (I pretended to be asleep).  The bird pecked my arm and my face. Then Catherine began poking my eyes and running her fingers through my hair. Then, ever so gently, she started tracing the lines on my face. That made me smile, and as soon as I did that, she grabbed my nose and gave it a hard twist. That made me laugh out loud. As soon as I did that, she giggled. So much for going back to sleep - playtime was on!

Her giggles are infectious, but oh my, she is coming up on terrible two which, for my own girls, started around 18 months. When Catherine doesn’t have something she wants, she gets mad and then she cries unconsolably. The best solution I found was to show her something interesting or to change venue (take her to a different room).  I try to be a good grandmother/entertainment director. 

We had spring last week – unseasonably warm temperature and sunshine. The Bradford Pear trees exploded into bloom. I know they are bad for our environment and terrible invasive, but their blooms are truly stunning! The magnolias and daffodils bloomed, and now the redbud trees are showing their purple. But for now, we are back into winter until late next week.  So much for spring. Someone and I even played a round of golf one evening while spring was here. It was wonderful to get out to the course again, but so crowded that afternoon. We only got 13 holes in before it got too dark to finish the round.

Early March @ 74 degrees F - a winter gift

The semester is chugging along. I’ve cut back hours at University #2 which has improved my work/life balance. Lately, I’ve been thinking about returning to part-time at University #1. I enjoy the work and the people there, but I want my time to be more flexible. By going part-time, I won’t have to go to campus unless I want to, or if they have some kind of training or event. As long as I keep my students happy, my hours would be whenever I work, day or night, and wherever I am. It sounds great except that the adjunct pay is very sucky. I have already committed for Fall 2023 semester (full-time), so there is plenty of time to think about things. Life is short, and getting shorter.   

Mick and Gracie are getting along very well these days. Mick has started paying more attention to Gracie, in a good way, I think. He still will not play with her, but he no longer avoids her. When I am working at my desk, they sleep side-by-side against my chair. 

Co-inhabitants of my home: Someone, Mick, and Gracie on a very warm winter day

  

Heart expansion

I’m delighted to report that we (Someone and I) have adopted a new dog – meet Mick. Mick is an 8-year-old border collie. He’s incredibly smart and playful, trained extremely well, and an outstandingly good boy. Gracie is learning to tolerate him, thanks to her training last summer (we sent her to charm school for a few weeks) and time she has spent with Leo, Erin’s dog. 

Mick

Good boy, Mick!

Rare photo of Emily with Gracie

Mick seems to be happy living with us. Mick and Gracie share their love of walks. I (and sometimes both Someone and I) take them on a walk every day for at least 30 minutes. It’s their favorite thing to do. Gracie is 12 and starting to lose her hearing so I think at some point, she will be grateful to have a companion who can hear. 

We are a month into winter at this point. Other than that cold snap we experienced when we returned from Florida in December, winter has been incredibly mild (like, 40 to 60 degrees most days). I’m grateful for mild winters because these cold months can be such a long haul! I can be happy outside in the cold if there’s no wind and I’m dressed warm enough.  I love tromping through the woods in the cold winter because the poison ivy is much less of a factor (leaves and vines are much easier to see) and the snakes are all hibernating. Just writing these words makes me want to saddle up my dogs tomorrow and go for a nice long hike!

Someone and I drove over to visit baby Catherine today (and her parents, of course). We didn’t stay long, but long enough for that sweet baby to work her magic on me. Catherine is about 15 months now, so she’s asserting herself more and becoming more vocal about things she likes and wants. She loves books and has a lot of them. She shared some of her favorite pages with me. Her special affinity is for moths and butterflies, spiders, snakes, ducks, and cats. She also recognizes the letter V. When it came time for us to leave, Catherine walked us to the door. I hugged Sarah and our son-in-law, kissed the top of baby’s head, and told her good-bye. She looked up at me with those gigantic eyes and reached up to me, so of course, I picked her up. How could I resist? Then, she clutched me as if she didn’t want me to go. My heart completely melted in that moment. That was seven hours ago, and I’m still thinking about it. That grandbaby!!

Sarah with Catherine

sweetness overload

winding down 2022

So much for me writing more often in 2022 – that did not happen. Life has been busy…like so busy, especially these past five months. With eight classes going on at University #1 and no fewer than six at University #2 in their sessions, things have been a bit chaotic for me with trying to keep up with things. 

So now it’s winter break for both universities. I have one week before all hell breaks loose again. It may even be worse hell this time because even though I only have six classes for University #1, two are brand new for me. I still have to design and build these courses – procrastination is my middle name. I told them I would do ONE new class, but they assigned two new classes and now there are enough students enrolled in them, so they will go live January 9, ready or not. These are both business classes. Even though I majored in business, and for God’s sake, even got a freakin’ doctorate in business, I really do hate business. I know business and money makes the world go ‘round, but I don’t have much interest in it. 

Enough about work. Here we are – Christmas Day! I would wish a Merry Christmas to the entire world, but I know life for much (if not most) of the world is quite tragic in one way or another. The world has always had evil people, but there seems to be so much more evil and greed than there used to be. Standards for ethical behavior have relaxed. It causes me to wonder if the trend, the downslide, will continue. God has blessed me with the best possible life. Great health, family, pets, work, shelter, and enough to eat. Life doesn't get much better than that!

Baby Catherine is a delight. She is now 14 months old, walking, jabbering, and doing new things every time I see her. She has a marvelous sense of humor, and she LOVES books. She can entertain herself with books for quite a while, but she also loves being read to. Sarah went to a conference for four days in November and I had privilege to stay with Catherine and her daddy, who, I might add, was a tremendous help. I didn’t realize baby Catherine was capable of eating as much as she eats. Her dad set me straight and convinced me to offer her double of what I was putting on her plate. It makes me smile to think about her and to think I might get to see her again this week.

Sweet baby Catherine

Someone and I took a brief (4-day) vacation to Daytona Beach, Florida last week. We had great flights down and back – direct and on time!  Flights that are on time are especially wonderful. We played 36 holes of golf the first two days we were there, in weather that was partly sunny and mid-70s degrees. On the third day, the rain poured and we drove north (out of the rain) to Jacksonville to visit my mother. She seemed to be doing much better as compared to last summer when the girls and I visited her. We took her to lunch and shopping a little bit. It was nice to visit her and my brother who lives nearby. We headed back to our motel in Daytona, but stopped in St Augustine for a walk around the fort there and a walk through the historic district. I liked it but Someone was bored. Someone doesn’t enjoy random adventure. The weather cleared by the time we returned to Daytona. 

Daytona Beach - view from our motel balcony

On our last day of vacation, we were going to play golf. BUT, we learned that Space X had two launches scheduled for that day. We drove south and spent the day at Kennedy Space Center. It was the first time either of us had visited and we were both impressed with the exhibits. We did a simulation of taking off in a space shuttle – that was fun and exhilarating…but in reality, I would be too claustrophobic to strap into a space shuttle…I think so, anyway.  The first launch was postponed for another day. The second launch was moved forward a few hours. We caught a bus to the Banana Creek observation area, 6 miles from the launch pad. The launch was pushed back again, but finally it launched just a few minutes before the cut-off for cancelling the launch. It was FABULOUS!  The most amazing thing to me was how bright it was from so far away, and also, that the rocket had disappeared from sight before we ever heard the rumble of the take-off. Space X launched two communication satellites for the O3B network on that rocket.  The network provides broadband Internet access. 

Someone and I at Kennedy Space Center

Launch pads are about 6 miles away (across the water)

I hope we get to see a rocket launch again someday. There is plenty to see at the space center. I'd like to go back and see more of it. From the Banana Creek observation area, you can see launch pads for NASA, Space Force, and Space X. 

When we got back to Kentucky, the temperature dropped to near zero. We’ve had a blast of winter in time for Christmas but in a few days, we are warming back up to the 60s. Hooray for that!  I like winter, but not a lot of winter, and definitely not frigid cold. It has been so cold that Gracie would only go outside when absolutely necessary. I love my dog. 

Our Gracie

Girls' Vacay

 My girls, granddaughter, and I loaded up in June and took a girls’ vacation to Florida. It’s not at all that we had a burning desire to go to Florida, but that we wanted to visit my mother (their grandmother/great-grandmother) who lives in Jacksonville. We drove because Sarah didn’t want to expose baby Catherine to Covid on planes and in airports. It’s a little more than 11 hours to drive to Jacksonville from our hometown in Kentucky. We took turns driving, although Emily and Sarah did most of the grunt work.  Trust me, it was plenty miserable to drive with wrecks, construction, high traffic areas, and “sharing” the road with complete idiots who should have never been granted a license. 

All of us girls have cars that are too small for four adults (five adults when we went places with my mother) and a baby car seat (with baby installed, of course).  I rented a Nissan Pathfinder which was a perfect size for our needs.  The Pathfinder is plenty roomy but it’s not like driving a big bus down the highway. The gas mileage was not great, but that’s expected with a non-hybrid SUV.  

Loading the Pathfinder

Two days to get to Florida, two days in Florida, and two days to get home. I expected Catherine to fuss at least 75% of the time in the car.  This was not the case at all. Catherine fretted a little, very little, only when she was hungry or wanted her diaper changed. At eight months old, Catherine is quite deft at using a potty thanks to her mother’s attention, so she is not pleased to wear anything beyond a pristine diaper.  It’s remarkable!  I got lots of time to sit beside her in the car, play with her, and just gaze at her beauty (because I’m totally smitten with her, as you can probably tell). 

Best view during the road trip

road trip lunch selfie

at the NC Arboretum (morning side trip before hitting the road on day 2)

I had not seen my mother for a year. The girls had not seen her since Sarah’s wedding several years ago. I’m so glad we had opportunity to visit with her because, well, nobody knows how long any of us will be here in this world. Someone always declares that he (or we) need to do something with his parents because this might be the last time; they might not be around much longer.  Heck, any of us might not be around much longer. Shit happens. We don’t have to be old for shit to happen to us. 

Catherine meets her great grandmother

Jacksonville is a big city. We stayed at Jacksonville Beach on the ocean because the girls don’t go to beaches often. Such is life when you don’t live near the ocean.  Personally, I hate the beach. It’s all sand and sun – very boring landscape. I do like to walk on the beach in the early morning and late evening, but the beach has zero appeal in the bright sunshine. Palm trees are highly overrated. I also hate big cities. It’s too much clutter, dirt, people, and noise. 

Baby meets beach

Four generations

The best part of the vacation was just being with my girls and grandbaby. We are all so busy with life these days. My mother’s birthday is today. While we were in Florida with her, I told her I wanted to take her to her favorite store and let her pick out a birthday present.  She told me she didn’t need a present because our visit was the best present she could ever imagine. Time is such a limited resource. Why do we waste so much of it?  

oh deer!

Things are starting to slow down a little bit – finally. OK, let me be a little more realistic.  There is no slow down. There are so many things (like, SO MANY things) that need to get done before August 1, but to maintain a happy life, I’m choosing to procrastinate a little bit just now because the weather this entire week (and today) has been utterly divine. Say what you will about Kentucky, but 75 degrees and a few puffy clouds in blue sky cannot be beat anywhere in the world. 

This morning, before other things could stomp on the day, I loaded up my kayak and went out on the lake.  This is the first time in 2022!  What is wrong with me? Getting out on the water is something I absolutely love doing. Delightfully, I pretty much had the lake all to myself but for a few fishermen standing on the dock. There’s no better way to enjoy the splendor of nature – solitude. No people talking, no vehicles, no other boats.  Just me, the wind in the leaves, birds singing, woodpeckers pecking, and an occasional creature splashing in the water.  

On Greenbo Lake

On my drive to the lake, I rounded a curve to see three deer standing in the road. I slowed and finally stopped because nothing was behind me. Mama deer and two babies made no effort to move. Finally, I inched forward. The babies ran into the woods on the right and mama jumped over the guard rail into the woods on the left. Balls! I hate when they split.  It probably means one of them will get hit by a car when they try to meet up again. 

While paddling the lake this morning, I saw several deer (solo deer) down by the shore. They watched me and I watched them. Beautiful creatures. I can’t imagine killing one for sport, yet people do that.  How is it sport when you use a high-powered rifle with a scope? It’s illegal to bait them, but people do that too. People are just every kind of evil and horrible…well, some people are.  

I heard turkeys chirping on the hills in several places around the lake. We have lots of wild turkeys in this area. It’s probably why we are getting so many coyotes around here. I usually see at least one large flock (15?) on my way to work in the mornings…when I drive to work. I have one more month off work…although, I really need to be getting stuff done before the semester starts.  But, not today. 

Golf is consuming much of my summer free time. Someone and I play a few times a week. I’m glad he likes to play. We have fun on the golf course, but he is a man and leisure golf is just different for men than it is for women (in my experience). Men are excruciatingly competitive. Every shot symbolizes their manhood. If they hit a bad shot, or God forbid, they’re having a bad day (so there are lots of bad shots), they whine and pout and refuse to finish the hole. Good God, man, it’s just a game!  Get over it.  

Hidden Cove Golf Course in early spring (I don't remember the hole #)

I used to play on a golf league at work. It was mostly men in my flight, so I have played with a variety of men. Most men do not want to get beat by a woman on the golf course. I’ve had my opponent forfeit after a few holes to save face. It’s not that I’m so good or even obnoxious. I like quiet on the golf course because to play well, I have to focus on each of my shots. Someone is a talker, unfortunately. I’ve learned to tune him out as best I can, but it’s a real challenge sometimes. When he’s playing well, it’s constant chatter.  

Old KyLady is feeling like she’s almost back in the saddle on the golf course. Over the years, I’ve lost distance. Finally, earlier this year, I got a lesson to see if a pro could help me figure things out. Pretty quickly, he identified the problem that I’ve been working on now to correct. I was not following all the way through on my swing. I was stopping short without realizing it. I blame my bad hip – it’s been going bad for years and getting stiffer and stiffer over time. Now that I’m aware (and my hip was repaired in December 2020), I am making the full turn toward the target and my distance is improving (better than ever, actually). Drive for show, putt for dough.  There’s no dough in my level of golf, but the next thing I want to work on is my short game. 

I want to write more often than I have been. Some people are prolific writers…but not me.  Not so much. Too many things get in the way. I start posts and then delete them. Do better. Be better.  I’m trying.  

Bird Brain

 I feel like writing a blog post – it helps to clear my brain. Right now, my brain could use a good cleaning. For that matter, my whole house could use a good clearing and cleaning. Perhaps that is the true source of the moss in my brain. So many tasks, so little time! More significantly, so little motivation!

The world is going to hell in a handbasket, but my little microcosm for today, at least, is defined by the plot of ground outside my window. Here at my desk, which sits beside a window, I can see four bird feeding stations. My favorite is a clear acrylic feeder affixed directly to the window with suction cups.  It’s delightful to have birds and squirrels visit less than three feet from me.

The excessive snow and ice this winter have driven the birds and squirrels to our yard – there’s the silver lining to the raincloud that is our winter. I do love winter, but enough with the snow and ice already!  My favorite of all the wildlife visitors is the Northern Flicker woodpecker. One visited regularly during the lockdown winter 2021. Finally, just a week or so ago, he came back! Now I see him every day. He likes the suet feeder, but more often than not, he feeds on suet crumbs dropped by other birds (and squirrels) at the base of the tree.

view from the porch

Where I usually walk Gracie

Work is crazy hectic as hell right now. I don’t want to go into it (because I don’t want to think about it), but let’s just say that once I post this blog entry, I will be repotting some plants, walking my Gracie, and then working until I drop into bed. No housework.  No Netflix. Instead, we shall press forward with work tasks that MUST be done ASAP.  I mean that in every sense of the words – as soon as possible, like, no later than tomorrow. UGH!  I’m getting too old for this kind of work stress.

Catherine is just amazing. I got to visit her last weekend (or course Sarah and Desmond too)…but really, it’s all about snuggling with that irresistible baby!  She’s just so much fun to play with now at 3.5 months old. Her little coos and squeals are delightful. When she smiles at me, the world stands still. Everyone should be so lucky in their lives to have a grandbaby.  Alas, it will likely be a few weeks before I see her in person again. The mean Covid is spreading throughout campus (“like a gender-reveal wildfire”) and we’re hosting a covid super-spreader event next Friday. We’re having kids from four high schools come to our campus for a competition. I won't be visiting anyone until I'm sure I haven't caught a germ. 

Sweet baby 💗

The many faces of Catherine

Life doesn’t happen in a chair in front of a screen. It’s time to get moving and make some things happen today.  It’s go time!

Smitten

 I am smitten. Totally. Baby Catherine graced our world on October 21. She is beautiful and marvelous and loved beyond any measure.

newborn Catherine 💖

Flashback, it was a very rough entrance for both mama and baby. Those who have borne children can imagine the experience of giving birth to a nearly 11-pound baby. It seemed that everything that could go wrong, went wrong. Mama and baby had to transfer to a bigger hospital shortly after the birth. It was all so scary, and I didn’t really know how bad things were until it was mostly over. Hospitals around our state still have strict Covid rules in place. I didn’t get to put eyes on the sweet baby until she and Sarah were discharged. I was thankful that Sarah and Catherine came home together. I myself had the experience of leaving a baby (Erin) behind in the NICU and going home without her – it was traumatic for me. We can thank the good Lord that all the pieces fell into place, perfectly.

I got to stay with Sarah and her husband for a few days as the new family adjusted to all the demands of a newborn in the house. What a delight it was to have so much time with them and baby Catherine, and to be able to help out a little.  

People say that grandchildren are very different from your own. As I see it, the biggest difference is that I have all the fun and none of the responsibility. As soon as my own babies fell asleep, I put them down and did chores, or went to sleep. When Catherine falls asleep, I can just sit, hold her, and drink her beauty into my memory. I have been going to visit at least once every two weeks just to get some sweet baby time.

Catherine - around 6 weeks

Sarah and Catherine 💕

I have not been blogging much this year. All work and no play make a dull life. I need more adventure in my life – good adventure.  Catherine is new frontier, but it’s time to plan something. I am thinking of potential places to visit: Zion National Park, Yosemite, the Blue Ridge Mountains (strong contender), and Florida (to visit my mother). Someone wants to go to Hawaii, but the Covid restrictions seem still to be too much hassle there. I would go more places if I had to wife to make the travel plans for me. 😊