It's Time to Fall Back and Endure Election Day

Two great events to make one onery.  The change from Daylight Savings to regular time and Election Day.   Being swamped with candidate ads on TV, in the mail, phone call messages and newspaper ads for months has taken its toll on everyone.  Toss the mail, turn off the TV and ignore the phone.  Who else would be calling us?  

Most important of all get out and V O T E, with a capital V.  The polls are open until 8pm.  There is no excuse with mail in and early voting, not to get it done this year.   What a blessing to be able to do it.

Fall Back! Who me?  It doesn't matter if we are supposed to wake up later, our internal clocks take time to change.  Sleeping in an extra hour or going to bed early, makes no difference to our cycles.  No one can convince our little ones, to sleep longer, albeit early bedtime helps.  Aches, oneriness and adjusting is all we can do until we get used to the change. 

Now we have to listen to the numbers, opinions and theories from every candidate, reporter and swing state on the news all day long, until we are red or blue in the face. Don't fight it. Go to bed. We will see you in the morning.  It is the dawn of a new day, with new news.  Aren't we lucky to live in the USA?

Our Organic Halloween Ogre

These tall red-headed stalks seem to stand guard on the edges of our yard like ogres ready to attack.  Many people ask what they are called and say they have never seen them.  Amaranth is their name and come back year after year reseeding from the million seeds that fall.  Much like scarecrows with arms out-stretched, birds and such don't seem to like them.   It almost resembles the 'Venus Fly Trap' but in giant mode.

A perfect Halloween decoration with hairy arms and scraggley head, who needs ghosts and goblins?  Definitely organic with no plastic or party store preparations, here. 

Did it just say, 'He is coming to take me away, ha, ha! Repeat several times, and any child would hide behind their Mom to avoid this lanky beast afraid of being wrapped into its arms and gobbled up.  BOO!

Turn of Two Events

After years of taking early morning walks/jogs, I have gone several thousand miles and never once fallen down.  Except for the time I stepped into a water meter hole and landed up to my hip.  Often it is very dark, but street lights and passing cars illuminate the way. 

This week on the same morning within fifteen minutes of each event, I stepped on some uneven pavement edge and turned my ankle then fell flat.  Ouch!! Getting up and testing the injury, finding that I could walk, I set out again only to do the same thing within a half mile.   Scrapping up my knee the first time and arm the second, I considered it might be an omen.  Going another quarter mile, I decided it was best to not overdo it and headed for home making it safely back.  Yes, unfortunately, I cursed both times.  Funny thing is, I also forgot my phone.  Good that the ankle didnt' break.

I was grateful my 'turn of two events' wasn't worse.  Even though swollen and scrapped up, I'm glad it happens only once in a great while.  Looks like swimming and the stationary bike will be my mode of exercise for a few weeks. 

Brayle Bagged a Big One

 In the hills west of Grantsville last week a young gal, Brayle, accompanied by her family, left her home early to try her hand at deer hunting with a muzzle loader gun.  She was tired, it was very early, but this was a new adventure and oozing with excitement was how this gal felt. 

 Only the family knows how early they set out for the hunt.  Sneaking around quietly in the dark so as not to alert the 'deer' on patrol duty that morning, was not easy to do. 

  Dad with his years of experience gave helpful advice as he encouraged her along the way.  A loud 'Boom!!! rang out when the time was right.  Glad we all are for their patience and accurate aim.  Yeah Brayle and to the team!!

Sarah's Post Visit Garden

When little Sarah V. was days from going home, she wanted to plant a garden.  One evening we gathered all my packets of seeds and scattered them around our big dip in the front yard.  Early in the spring, Dad filled it up with soil.  It still needs more dirt, so nothing was growing there except weeds. 

 

We planted quite a variety of flowers, peas, cukes, herbs and more.  These are the only ones that germinated.  July 31st is a little late to be planting.

Because of our little gardiner, a big sunflower sways in the breeze and several peas popped up.  With blossoms growing we expect fresh peas soon.  Thanks, little visitor for leaving your green thumb legacy.

39 Years

Hard to believe it has been thirty nine years of marriage.    I have to admit that of 14,235 days, they have been mostly blessed and wonderful ones and a few tough ones, too.   A package came today in the USPS with the postage costing $13.39.  What a coincidence!  It is the 13th day of the month and our 39th year of marriage. 

Allan has been a great husband and father.  After this many years he is still my hero, sweetheart, friend, listening ear, shoulder to cry on, lover and example.  What a kind, gentle fellow he is.  I love you, Al. 

Our children are the best and we love them very much.  No one is as lucky or blessed as we are.  Here's to another 39 years, which will make us 99.  I don't think we will make it, but who cares. 

Parkway Passes the Putting Greens

Finally the Jordan Parkway has been extended to the north from 9400 South to 7th West. The golf course has opened their gates wide allowing a pathway through their property to 7th west.

The small white sign says not to leave the trail and no golfing without paying for it.  If you encounter a golf cart along the way, lookout because there isn't room for two.  They have the right-of-way.

 The end of the trail at 7th west is most inviting.  Looking back to the west over the fishing pond beyond the course is pretty drab.

  From there one can walk or bike north to the Midvale parkway on 8500 South.  The road is narrow with little room for riding on, but at least a route is now open to continue on for many more miles in either direction.   Hip, hip hurray, for the Parkway!