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Brothers

Posted in Family, Hunter, Personal on September 5th, 2010 by Judi – Be the first to comment

You thought Hunter was an only child, didn’t you? You keep hearing me talk about my favorite grandson and my only grandson.

Get ready for some big news. Hunter has a brother.

This is the two of them together.

Brothers

Hunter and his Brother

Judging from the eyes, they could be brothers, couldn’t they? Ignore the fact that they’re only about three months apart in age. That isn’t dirt on their faces, by the way. It’s dinner.

Hunter's Brother

The Z-Man

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The H Man

This darling young man has been a schoolmate of Hunter’s for the past couple of years, and they’ll be in pre-school together again this year. He’s one of six brothers and sisters, so I think he likes to come to Hunter’s house to have a little peace and quiet. He also adores Jason and calls him Papa. He spends the night with Hunter from time to time. Unfortunately the two times Hunter has tried to spend the night with Z., he’s come home. He’s not quite ready to leave Mama yet.

Boys will be boys

They act like brothers, too. The house, small to begin with, gets even tinier when you have two four-year-olds whooping it up.

Cuties

I think Z. even called me “Ani” today.

I’m pretty lucky to have two such cute grandsons, even if only one of them is really mine by birth.

Winter Is Coming!

Posted in Personal on September 4th, 2010 by Judi – 1 Comment

This is the hat Farida just made for me:

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It’s soft and comfortable and covers up the ears and the neck beautifully. Can you see the owls? You’ll see them better when I sew on the buttons for the eyes. It almost makes me wish winter were here. Wait a minute . . . I said almost

    That reminds me. When we were in Pakistan, oh-so-many years ago, the temperature suddenly turned colder. My mother-in-law started to shiver and pulled her dupatta tighter around her shoulders.

    “Winter must be setting in,” she said through chattering teeth.

    It was 90 degrees and about 120 per cent humidity.

    Gives me the chills just to think about it.
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The Little Family

Posted in Personal on September 3rd, 2010 by Judi – 4 Comments

As promised, I now have photos of my new grand”children.”

This is granddog Good Time Charlie, AKA Chuck, AKA Charles, AKA The Sweetest Dog in the World.

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Good Time Charlie

I can honestly say that I had no idea what a wonderful personality he had when I met him at Virginia’s. He has really mellowed out and settled in here.

And this is Freckles:

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Now why would she be named Freckles?

Do you have any idea where she got the name?

She, especially, has taken to sitting in Cookie Bullbozer on the off chance that somebody will take her somewhere. She, too, is a great dog, just like all the animals who have graced the Pilegard homestead.

And this is the latest photo of Basement:

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Baement Cat

Sorry about the eyeballs. This is the Little Girl Camera after all.

Are you ready for this? This is a photo of Base with her owie. If you’re at all squeamish, you might not want to look. Jason and Farida thought her owie had healed up, so they let her outside for a day. The owie broke open again, so she’s a jailbird until it closes up for good. When she turns twenty?

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Basement and the Owie

Time is Relative

Posted in Personal on September 2nd, 2010 by Judi – Be the first to comment

Oh, what a philosophical comment, especially from someone who has lived by the minute-hand of a clock for her entire life.

For some (inexplicable) reason, that seems to have changed. Or rather, it may have left me and settled in the brain of my favorite grandson instead. For weeks his favorite question was, “what time is it?” He would ask the question every ten minutes or so, sometimes more often. Could it be that he was getting bored with the vacuuming he was doing for his Ani? Farida came to the conclusion that it was his way of “making conversation.”

Anyway.

For the past few weeks I’ve found myself either forgetting my watch or–even more bizarre–putting it on UPSIDE DOWN and not noticing for several hours.

This weekend the watch died. The nerve! That watch came from Wally World (sorry, Farida)  almost two years ago for a whole $6.95. Nothing but the best for me. I threw it in the trash before I realized that Hunter really needed that watch. Shame on Ani.

On Tuesday I was at ECCO meeting with someone who is going to help transition Road Scholar to another coordinator when I take my leave, and I was so engrossed in what we were doing that I had no idea it was lunchtime. Talk about bizarre. It was nearly 12:30 before Melva popped in and said, “where shall we eat?”

So.

The watch will not be replaced. There’s no need. And better than that, my psyche is finally coming to terms, after 67 years, that it does not need to live by the minute-hand of a clock.

Now if I can just find someone to remind me what day of the week it is.

I Get It!

Posted in Personal on September 1st, 2010 by Judi – 3 Comments

It’s taken months and months and a close-to-home example, but I think I finally understand why I get questioning comments and emails if I don’t post for a few days. I’ve always loved that my faithful readers miss my posts, dorky as they are, but couldn’t quite “get” the ARE YOU OKAY? questions.

Now I do.

My friend Penny has certain issues, and after our adventure a few weeks ago I understand them more than I ever did for the last several years I’ve known her. She suffers from anxiety attacks, as I’ve mentioned before, and they can be extremely debilitating.  Before she started blogging, and blogging regularly, I might add, I wouldn’t think too much about it (sorry, Penny). We’d see her from time to time when she’d stop by ECCO, or we’d hear snippets of news from mutual friends. Now that she blogs and as a consequence we communicate pretty regularly, that’s all changed.

She’s now on my radar (just like I’m on the radar of others).

Before yesterday her last post was Friday, August 20. Then nada. I was really, really worried. She’d posted so regularly that a gap of so long just wasn’t normal.

I regularly (like daily) read some 20 blogs. I know some of you have lives in which you do something other than blog, so if you miss a day or even two, it’s okay, but if you go more than four or five days . . . you just might get an email.

Yesterday I emailed Penny. Are you okay?

I FINALLY GOT IT–why I’d receive those emails asking about ME. Or why my children would call me if they didn’t see me on Skype for a while. They might not Skype me, but at least they knew my computer was active and theoretically I was all right. And vice versa, by the way.

Once I’d finally had enough and sent Penny a WHERE ARE YOU? email, I got an almost immediate answer–and a thank-you for thinking of her. She said she’s been in a funk and wrestling with some issues we’d talked about. She appreciated that I’d cared enough to wonder what was going on.

So, all of you who jab me in the ribs when I don’t blog for a while, thank you! I always knew you cared. Now I understand how this blogging thing really keeps us connected us with just a few words a day, in a way nothing else has.

How wonderful is that?

My Hat’s Off to You, Sherman

Posted in Personal on August 31st, 2010 by Judi – 4 Comments

One of my heroes, Sherman Alexie, says  that every word you blog is one word taken away from your novel. Now I have never actually SEEN that Sherman has said that, but Virginia says that’s what he claimed in a recent issue of Writer’s Digest. I wouldn’t know because, while Writer’s Digest used to be one of my favorite mags, it’s been years since I’ve seen an issue.

That MAY be about to change.

As I see myself with the possibility of a few extra hours each week as I segue slowly into my full-time position at the Visitors Bureau, I am going to resume my writing career. Writing, as in fiction.

I’ve made contact with the other of my former partners, and we’re going to partner up again. Sunny dug out a draft of something we were working on in 1995. That’s right. Nineteen Ninety FIVE. Darned if it doesn’t still read pretty good, even if some of the “facts” need updated. We’re going to finish this sucker up and submit it for publication. Since all Sunny could come up with was chapter one, we’ve certainly got a ways to go.

Sunny says there’s no real hurry. After all, it’s been fifteen long years since we started the thing.

A Quick Question

Posted in Personal on August 30th, 2010 by Judi – 5 Comments

This morning I’m going to conduct a small survey, with just a couple of questions:

  1. How much area do you have to vacuum?
  2. How long does it take you?

Does this seem insignificant to you? It does to me, too, but it seems to have engendered the latest round of mother/mother-in-law bashing in our family.

I, it appears, take much too long to groom my carpets in my 3 bedroom, 2 bath, 1 human, 1 dog, 1 cat home. I casually told Farida, for some reason, that it routinely takes me an hour to get through the entire house. Seems reasonable to me. Not to Farida and Jason.

“Well!” Farida huffed. “I can do it much faster than that.”

“Of course you can. You have much less area to vacuum.”

“It doesn’t matter. If you take an hour, you’re taking much too long? What are you doing anyway? Do you move furniture each time?”

I allowed as how, no, I don’t move the sofa or the desk or the furniture in my office. I certainly don’t move the bed or dresser in my bedroom. I don’t even touch Hunter’s room because the door stays closed there unless he’s around.

Oh, I guess part of the problem could be that I hate footprints on a freshly-vacummed carpet. I want my carpets to look like a finely-manicured lawn, Dodger-stadium style. I do spend an inordinate amount of time trying to figure out how to back out of corners without leaving telltale signs. And since there’s no way to get to the kitchen from the bedroom area without trampling the carpet, there is no way to avoid footprints.

I still don’t think an hour is a bad length of time. What do YOU think? What do you do?

The Family Is A-Growin’

Posted in Personal on August 27th, 2010 by Judi – 2 Comments

No, it’s not what you think.

But first, how in the heck do they KNOW? I don’t get how the weatherpeople can tell you that it’s going to be 106 degrees at 4:00 pm and 67 degrees at 2:00 am and be right on the money. I wouldn’t have given you a plug nickel for there to be a chance in hell that temps would go down from their high of 106 to . . . wherever they’re going to land tonight. But I just took Foxy out for her evening constitutional and doggone if the thermometer isn’t slipping and sliding right down the scale. It’s nowhere close to 67 yet, but it’s headed in the right direction.

Thank heavens.  This morning I actually had to turn on the AC because it hadn’t cooled off overnight. That’ almost unheard of in this part of California.

In the olden days the weatherman’s prediction was his best guess, and if he didn’t hit it on the money–oh, well, it was just a guess, after all. This past winter every time they predicted snow–it snowed. Right up till the end of May.

On to the business at hand.

Farida and Jason now have 4 Rhode Island Red hybrids who are laying–get this–4 gorgeous brown eggs a day. This herd flock of chickens does not include my very favorite grandchicken, Susie, who was eaten by a fox a couple of weeks ago. I am still crying over the pain of it all. Seriously.

Which brings us to my my newest grandchildren animals dogs.

Farida and Hunter were home alone a couple of weeks ago when Farida looked outside–and saw a bobcat staring longingly at the chicken coop. Drooling. And he didn’t move when she opened the door. He didn’t move when she walked toward him. He didn’t move until she heaved a few stones in his direction. From the way she described it, I wouldn’t be surprised if he flipped her the bird as he ambled off.

That’s when Farida and Jason decided they needed a couple of dogs to guard the farm.

I know who always has a spare dog or five:  my friends Dick and Virginia. I thought Dick was the biggest sucker for needy animals, but it turns out that Virginia is responsible for the five three dogs they currently have. I casually mentioned that Farida was in need of a pooch, preferably two, and she reckoned as how she might have a couple that she could spare. It’s not that she didn’t love them. It’s just that five dogs were two too many.

I am beginning to think that if the word “procurer” didn’t have such evil connotations, it might fit Dick and Virginia perfectly.  Virginia found me the house I’m living in. Dick found me the red Toyota 4X I used to drive. I’m sure there’s more that I’m forgetting. I do remember that when I moved in the house, Virginia asked if there was anything she should keep an eye out for at garage sales.

So last week Dick and Virginia loaded up Freckles and Good-Time Charlie and headed my way. I invited them in (D &V, that is) because it’s the first time they’ve been in the house since I actually moved in. While we were inside, Freckles and Chuck broke loose of their bonds and headed for the gully behind the house. When we exited the house, they were sayonara. A portent of things to come perhaps? Luckily they came when called and jumped in the back of the truck. The truck, I should mention, that Dick and Virginia bought from ME when they answered an ad in the Fresno Bee that they had no idea was placed by me. It’s a very small world up here, folks.

We took the doggies up the hill to Farmer Farida’s, and it was pretty much a sealed deal from the beginning, except that the dogs were going to have to stay with Dick and Virginia for a couple more days until Jason and Farida could properly prepare.

The dogs came home to their new roost on Monday. I would show you photos of my new granddogs, but I forgot to take my camera with me. Hunter insisted that I should just drive right back home and get it, but I declined. Suffice it to say they’re both on the larger side. Dick thinks they’re predominantly Aussie Shepherd. Photos will be forthcoming at my next visit.

Prepare Farida and Jason did, but Freckles did not like her new enclosure one bit (I found out later).

Wednesday afternoon I loaded up my laundry and headed up the hill. The kids were probably not going to be home, I knew, but that was okay. Of course by the time I got up there I’d completely forgotten about the new dogs (that’s how short my memory is these days), opened the door to the basement and out bounded Good-Time Charlie. Freckles, much to her credit, stayed put in the coolest place on the property. Now we know who has the brains in the family.

Charlie didn’t stray far, but he wasn’t having any part of being put back in the basement. We argued for about ten minutes when I got the brilliant idea to lead him up to the deck and try to pen him there.  That worked. He mostly settled down with a bit of whining thrown in for good measure.  Farida and Jason had a good laugh, as they always do, at my inability to exercise any dog control. I, however, had the LAST laugh when Farida came outside a while later to find Charlie lounging peacefully in her planter barrel–the same barrel she used to chase Susie out of. Oops.

So, in addition to Hunter, I now have the following grand”kids”:

  • Dakota AKA Bert (AKA DogBert), who currently resides with Nasreen
  • Basement, who still has a gaping hole in her cat suit but is making a remarkable recovery from her snake episode
  • Four Rhode Island Red hens
  • Good-Time Charlie and Freckles

I probably have quite an assortment of  foxes, bobcats, skunks, raccoons and the occasional bear–or did, until  Chuck and Freck came along.

I love ‘em all.

Treasures

Posted in Best Friends, Heroes, Personal on August 26th, 2010 by Judi – 1 Comment

Most of the items I’ve kept over the years have sentimental value. Much as Nasreen and Farida think otherwise, there usually is a reason for every thing I hold on to . . . like the ancient dining room table in my Retrospectives. Or the Chinese vase and the Polish crystal bottle that my mother bought during our trip to the midwest back in 1979. That was the only long journey my mom, the girls and I ever took together.  Every time I look at either one of them, I think of my mom and that vacation.  Of course I don’t see them too often since both currently reside with Farida, along with many of my other possessions that I failed to take with me during my moves to Shevy’s, Carol’s and now my own abode. I did not do Farida or Jason any favors when they moved into this house–leaving way too many of my treasures for them to deal with.

Little by little Farida is returning things to me. A couple of weeks ago she shifted some blankets and pillows my way, including the Pendleton pillow that I was given during an Adopt-a-Native-Elder ceremony and the two wolf pillows that our Dineh friend Lillian gave us. Those really bring back memories, too.

Two treasures have stayed with me through my moves. This:

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Czech Teapot - a Gift from our Opera at Oakhurst Czech Extravaganza

and this:

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A pillow in honor of King Grey Eagle - as a remembrance of our 2010 Shakespeare at the Opera! He knew I am worried about the 20-year-old kid.

Both of these were given to me by Dr. James Keolker, who has facilitated ECCO’s annual Opera at Oakhurst program for the past 13 years. The 14th, coming up at the end of April 2011, will be his last. Although you’d never guess his age, he’s decided that it’s time to hang up the ECCO opera hat and move on to other endeavors, among them a chair at the prestigious Fromm Institute at the University of San Francisco.

In August 2000, the opera program with Jim in charge was already a fixture. When Melva said, “Judi, I’d like you to take over opera,” I hadn’t the foggiest what she was talking about. At ECCO we kind of learn in a trial-by-fire scenario. If it needs to be done, you do it. Whatever IT is. If you don’t know, you’ll find out soon enough. Plunging toilets, bailing water out of flooded rooms, cutting snakes out of deer netting (I held the camera), planting flowers, raking leaves, herding swans. Whatever.

I didn’t work all that closely with Jim that first year. The whole thing was somewhat of a mystery to me, and–I’ll confess it now–I’m not much of an opera buff. I pulled stuff together as best I could. When Jim and I finally met in person, we discovered kindred spirits of sorts–both determined to give our guests the very best experience possible and willing to work as hard as necessary to achieve that goal.  I muddled through that first program, Jim gave his usual outstanding performance, and I discovered that I love working with him. He’s diligent, incredibly organized with an intense attention to detail–all those things I long to be and struggle to achieve.

By the time he arrived for the 2010 program, Shakespeare at the Opera!, he was already at least halfway through preparations for 2011–Wagner’s The Ring of the Nibelung.  Me? I’m always putting the finishing touches on a program seconds before the guests show up, and sometimes even after that.

In fact, Jim’s a huge reason why it’s taken me this long to move on from ECCO  to other endeavors. We’ve not only established a comfortable and seemingly successful working relationship., we’ve become great friends. I just couldn’t imagine not being a part of any ECCO program Jim Keolker presents. Now that he’s decided to leave, I can, too. It wasn’t an easy decision for either of us.

We email back and forth throughout the year about our lives, occasionally politics and even the upcoming opera program.

In a sea of conservatives, he shares my liberal leanings.

We also share a love of Tony Hillerman and things Native American. During the years I was making journeys to the Navajo reservation, he would often show up at ECCO for his annual program loaded with supplies for me to take to the elders.

He loves Glacier Point, but for as many years as I can remember, he’s never made it there during one of ECCO’s opera programs–because they always take place before the road opens.

He loves the mountains and the stars and has a cabin at a lake close to the Napa Valley where he can retire (well, go–I doubt he’ll ever retire) with his telescope to study the heavens.

Although I’ll miss working with him, I look forward to the opportunity of continuing the friendship we’ve forged over the last ten years. That will never change.

Although the “official” announcement of his withdrawal from the Opera at Oakhurst program has yet to be announced, I don’t think any of the attendees has discovered my blog, so the not-so-secret secret is safe until the letter goes in the mail later in September. A number of the participants have attended every year since the beginning. Newcomers often sign up as a result of Jim’s stellar reputation and the allure of his classes at Fromm. They come from across the country, and again in 2011 we’ll have guests from coast-to-coast.

The participants, too, have become friends as much as clients/guests, and we all look forward to catching up with each other once a year.

Jim qualifies as Hero No. 3 in my series of heroes.

JK at Robert Mondavi

Jim Keolker

So you may have guessed by now . . . my friends are the real treasures. No matter how near or far the physical distance is, we are always together.

BlogHer ‘11 Reservations

Posted in Personal on August 25th, 2010 by Judi – 1 Comment

Hey, gang!

How many of you are planning to attend BlogHer 2011 in San Diego? The dates are August 5 and 6–almost a year to make your plans and gather your bucks.

Despite the Zadge’s warnings here and here, I am going to take advantage of the opportunities it offers:

  1. To meet in person as many bloggers as possible, especially some of those I read on a regular basis
  2. To learn how to make my own blog more interesting and readable
  3. To learn how to reach a larger audience

In addition I intend to renew my acquaintance with Vista, the place in northern San Diego county where I grew up. It’s what I consider “home,” but I haven’t been there in probably 30 years. I don’t quite understand this, but the men I’ve been with, including my ex-husband, have been incredibly committed to showing me where they were raised. Somehow not one of them could be convinced to visit my roots. The place has changed radically, I know, but I still want to touch the soil that holds a piece of my heart.

I’m with the Zadge in that I don’t read Mommybloggers–unless you count Ree or Jessica as MB’s. Despite the fact that they have children and blog/vlog about them, their sites are so much more than that. If you have an interest in something, I can almost guarantee you’ll find someone who shares that passion and writes about it. Pets, books, writing, photography, gardening, knitting, country life, politics, even religion and spirituality are but a few of the subjects.

How many blogs do you read? My daily list count stands at 22, with more added all the time.

Zadge, I hope you’ll reconsider.  Will I see you there, along with your buddies from BlogHer ‘10?