Back in Business or am I

The post below is being re-created as it seems to have gotten lost in the transfer. Either that, or I’ve gone plum crazy.  I swear I posted it and could see it.  I thought it was only Facebook who couldn’t find it that day, but today it is gone from the blog, from my email, from everywhere and the portion left on the back end is just the very beginning of the  initial draft.  I’m sure it was so brilliant that it vaporized so as not to put everyone in shock and awe. Here is some of what it said: (less the really brilliant parts. I can’t recreate that)

After posting the last blog, I got busy researching new hosting sites and found one that will even transfer my site for me!  Hello SiteGround.

I have 30 days to test it with moneyback guarantee, and was able to get another low price to park my blog at, so I will keep the site up.  Hopefully it shows up on the new hosting site all in one piece and looking normal.

I put in the ticket to transfer the site and almost immediately, a seemingly young tech named Nikolay was already working on it and messaged that the user name and login to the previous site wasn’t working for him.  I provided a different link for the login and again was told it did not work.  It would seem that Nikolay could not work with incomplete information provided by me.  What kind of tech support was this that couldn’t figure out what I meant instead of what I actually typed?  I decided not to hold it against them.

Nikolay was finally able to log into the old host site and said the transfer had begun.

By the next morning, I had a message from the next tech name Teodor who relayed the transfer was complete. He stated that I now needed to point the domain from the old server to theirs and the DNS change could take a few days.  Teodor did not mention how I was to make a DNS change, but luckily Google is a wonderful thing.  I was able to search and find instructions that were clear enough for me to follow (mostly because they had screenshots and big arrows). I was able to make the update as mandated.

I then wrote this blog, but only one of my images was showing up on the preview. I deleted the pictures and reloaded, and even changed computers, but all photos would not load.  I decided to try their chat support out to see what the response was like there.  I was connected to Sergei (not really his name, but I don’t have the record of what it actually was and I can only attest to it’s Slavic nature) who asked me for my WordPress login so he could see what some of my settings were.  Ten minutes later he had all showing up on the preview.  I clicked the checkbox that their support was responsive and helpful on my mental review of the site thus far.

I published and sent it off.  Turns out it was viewed twice before the switch must have happened and it disappeared from view. Unknowingly I had written it on the old server and since the switch happened after that, the post did not show to where I had now pointed the site to look at.

Lessons for next time? I don’t know. This was a change that I wasn’t looking forward to. More thought and energy than I had expended in some time concerning this little blog.

And neither do some stories.

So, I’ll hit publish again and see if this one is found and stays put.  Otherwise, I’ll be chatting with tech support again.

Thanks for listening.

Sally

 

Decision time for Blog

I have been in deliberation these past few weeks with myself. I started this little blog three years ago. I suddenly had a dream go to to Australia, and the blog was a way to put it out there and keep myself accountable to follow through.  It worked and I had a blast both getting ready for that trip and writing a blog every day for that period.

It truly changed how I saw the days.  I started to look for the story in the big and small moments of everyday and it changed me for the better.  It took me from sometimes feeling that my world was just what I experienced to seeing that life is a handshake where life is experiencing me and I it at the same time.  I guess what I am saying is it changed my point of view for the better.

Anyhow, three years ago, it was just about the same price to sign up for 36 months as it was for 6 months and so I took the longer term.  That term is now up and the price per month went from a cup of gas station coffee per month (which I don’t drink – not that there is anything wrong with that) to a Starbucks Latte with a scone (which I don’t drink or eat as both are overpriced in my book).   The short story is, I can’t see paying the higher fees for a blog that is not used as much as it once was.

And it’s not just about the money, although the price increase would fund a trip to see any of my favorite friends and relatives out of state. It’s also about time and necessity.

I wonder now, how I managed a blog every day for those first few months. Was I totally ignoring my family? Was I more productive? Was it easier because I didn’t think about it, I just did it?

Where did I find the time and how did I not talk myself out of writing alot about nothing?

I still have hundreds of stories in my head to share, but if my heart doesn’t get them written and posted, the head has time to put in negative feedback that I’m stupidly sharing stuff that doesn’t matter anyway.  I struggle more with that the more time passes.  I honestly didn’t even give it a second thought when I was putting something up consistently.  I know this is my issue and need to stop the negative Nelly side of myself that allows that kind of internal talk. But that’s another blog altogether.

So you see, the arguments in my head are not just one sided on any realm.

I’m not saying that I’ll never get back to a steady blog, I’m just too frugal to dish out money for something so seldom used these days.  I did renew the domain, just not the hosting.  And it’s not that I don’t have the stories in my head, those keep coming as I still look at most days with an anticipation of a story to be told from it.  I just can’t seem to manage the time right now to get them out of my head and onto the computer.

So, I’ll post this blog and try to figure out how to move it to a cheaper host and not ditch it altogether as I really do enjoy the sharing and the heartfelt responses.

I know I will, because when searching for a quote to end with, the one below made me verklempt as I know it to be true.  I need to put it on my wall as a reminder to write them down and not tear them up.

Love Sally

The Surgery

Lumpectomy surgery is not so bad, I’d recommend the day I had to anyone if you didn’t have to come away with some pain and a scar.

The day of the procedure, I didn’t require anyone to drive me as I would be able to drive myself home since I wasn’t going under the anesthesia.  I found myself not nervous but excited at what I might get to see and hear that day.

The first nurse that came to get me was very sweet and because I was not thinking of me at all and noticing all that she was doing along with her comments and procedures, we ended up laughing quite often.  As she took my vitals and was briefing me on the first procedure of having a wire placed into the site directly to the spot to be removed, we busted out loudly in guffaw – okay, I might have been the loud one, but she was laughing heartily too.  She was telling me how wonderful the mammogram technician was who would be basically running the show for the placement procedure along with the surgeon who was threading the needle.  I was of course picking up on every little point that could be laughed at and we were having a good time.  Soon there was a knock on the door and in walked the highly touted technician wondering what the heck was going on in our room as she couldn’t even prepare the machine down at the other end of the hallway for fear she was missing out on some fun at our end.  She couldn’t even wait for us to join her as she had heard crying many times coming from this room, but never such laughter.

The placement of the wire into the breast requires absolute stillness while being pressed inside the mammogram machine.  I had a different nurse, the tech and the surgeon in there.  We were so animated in conversation that the surgeon finally called a halt to any chatter at one point for half a minute so that he could complete his duty.

There is about a 15 minute period after they are done that they do their paperwork and get everything ready to send the patient off to pre op. The head tech let the nurse go off and said she would normally also leave  to complete the paperwork, but today she was going to stay so that we could chat some more.  We talked of family, old TV shows, food, and kids transitioning into adults. It was quite the gamut.  She asked what my plans were for the evening after surgery. I relayed that I might see if the hubby wanted to go out to eat since I felt that maybe I would not want to cook. She said I likely wouldn’t want to go out for I might be too groggy.  I asked why I would be groggy to which she then recalled seeing in the paperwork that I was not being put under for the main surgery and she busted out laughing.  “Oh my gosh, I want to be in surgery with you today. You are going to get into so much trouble in there”, were her words.  She obviously was projecting the time we had in our procedure onto the next.   The nurse then came to get me and the tech and I gave each other a squeeze in lieu of a hug as she didn’t want to risk moving the wire now sticking out of my breast.

The nurse that took me from the needle wire placement area to the pre-op area, said that she had previously worked in that department and that I would like the staff there and she was sure they would love me. She introduced me to my nurse and asked if she could hug me goodbye (obviously, she did feel the wire was an issue).

My nurse in pre-op was a joker who more resembled a weekend Harley Motorcycle rider than your typical nurse. We found our sense of ease in sparring comments and joking very quickly. As there was little to do to prep me as I did not require an IV or any special accommodations in getting ready for surgery, we mainly chatted while he did some of his ‘busy’ work. Normally, he would do it elsewhere and just check on his patients, but we were having fun, so he did it with me as we also watched a movie that he procured for us. Normally, the small screen and player is just brought out for kids, but I guess he figured that the two of us combined were pretty childish. We were only asked to hold it down and not be so loud maybe twice, so I figured we weren’t too bad.

We were again laughing at some ridiculous comment when Joyce (my surgeon) showed up with her main nurse for the surgery. Joyce wasn’t surprised at the humor in our space as she and i had already shared some laughs, but the young nurse immediately said I should fill out the customer evaluation form right now while I was in such a good mood and spelled her name so as I could get it right. This of course got another laugh and set us up for fun communication in surgery.

They wheeled me into surgery and I met the other two assistants that were to be in the room as well, making us five women to chat. To my disgust, they draped my head and shoulders off and I realized I would not get to see anything. I don’t know exactly how I thought they would do the operation with me looking on, but to not get to see anything was a huge disappointment. Luckily we were all engaged in the chatter, so my focus shifted from the viewing to finding out what made these gals special. I can now tell you where most spent their childhoods, there family status, where they like to vacation and do mission trips and that one of them also has a unique laugh.

When the surgeon was done and I was all stitched up and they were ready to move me on out to recovery, Joyce remarked that she felt like we should all be going to happy hour now instead of recovery for me and another surgery for them. I think they all learned a bit about each other that day.

Except for the one time that it started feeling like she was using a dull melon baller to scoop out the tissue and I had to request a bit more numbing at the site, it was a fun experience. They all thanked me for a fun surgery and I was off to recovery.

Periodically throughout the day, someone would ask if I had anyone there that they needed to update. They seemed always surprised when I said no, but I would go on to explain that I wasn’t worried about me and if someone else had come, I would then be worried about them knowing they would be grumpy just sitting around and waiting. No one could argue that point and besides that, I felt like I was with people who were genuinely caring about me and for me.

The recovery only really consisted of making sure my blood pressure was good and then they let me get dressed and go – with a prescription for pain killers. As I walked out of the recovery area, I had to walk past the pre-op area and my previous nurse was there talking to another patient. He quickly asked for a brief reprieve from helping his patient to come over and say goodbye and he too gave me a big hug.

As I left, I had to smile at what a fun day it was and how almost everyone throughout the day made me feel like they appreciated me being there.

I think it goes to show that good days can come in any form.

Here’s to wishing you all great days ahead.

Oh, the call a few days later also confirmed that there was no cancer and all was clear.  When I went back for my followup with the surgeon a week or so later, she relayed that the surgical team was still talking about my surgery with laughter.

And Lastly, go get your mammogram done if you are due and especially if you are overdue.

Love Sally

The Unexpected Great Days

Last year, one of my most memorable days was an unexpected one.

Earlier in the year on my annual mammogram, they found some suspected calcifications in one of my breasts, of which they were adamant that I get checked out.

This led to a needle biopsy for two locations with results of no cancer, but an MRI was recommended for a follow up to see if they could see anything further as one spot although non-cancerous, was atypical in cellular nature.

The day of the Biopsies, I was the first patient and as I wasn’t too concerned, I  was able to enjoy the nurses and technicians and surgeon that performed the extraction.  The nurses were so pleased to have a calm and talkative first patient of the day that after they wrapped me up with some ice packs post surgery, they sent me off to work with a hug.

The MRI also was an interesting experience.  For those who haven’t had one, the noise of the machine is louder than one might anticipate. I am told they give headphones with music sometimes, but that wasn’t an option for me.  Even with the noise, I dozed off as they ran the machine around me.  Maybe my mind just associated it with the noise of public transport of which I can almost always doze off on.  No great conversations that day, so no hugs either, but again, the results were negative with no red flags – except for the last line that suggested a surgical consult.

I was due for my annual visit to the gynecologist, so I figured he would explain it all.  His suggestion was to go have the surgical consult and provided me with a list of surgeons to choose from.  One of the names on the list was Joyce Moore.  I choose her not after a long in depth search of her qualifications, but merely because of her name. (She has my mother’s first name and my good friend Sally’s last name – yes, I have a friend named Sally)

con·sul·ta·tion
ˌkänsəlˈtāSH(ə)n/
noun
noun: consultation; plural noun: consultations
  1. a meeting with an expert or professional, such as a medical doctor, in order to seek advice.
    synonyms: meeting, talk, discussion, interview, audience, hearing; More

I am here to tell you that an surgical consult is not a meeting as much as it is the day you meet the surgeon to schedule surgery.  She was a woman of my age with a good sense of humor, had an open heart and was quite insistent that for everyone’s peace of mind, it was best to have a lumpectomy to take out the atypical cells and a bit of the surrounding tissue just to make sure that everything was clear.  In some tangent of our conversation, I learned that he husband’s second toe is longer that his big toe – same as me.  I don’t recall how our conversation got to that as I never took my shoes off, but I let her know that it was a sign of royalty. At least that is what I was always told by my Grandmother who also had the same toes. I have found it really interesting of late to notice what information people will share when not thinking.  I still get the giggles a little when I think of her going home for dinner and telling her husband that he has royal toes and him wondering just how in the world his toes come up in a conversation in her practice of women’s breast issues.

She picked a date in early November for the procedure and asked if I wanted to be put under anesthesia or go with a local.  I was surprised to hear I had an option and said I would prefer to have the local so that I could see and hear what goes on.

After all, I was the little girl who wanted to be front and center if there was surgery to be performed on any of the animals at the farm or be present at when we butchered a cow or sheep.  It always has fascinated me the complexities of what is hidden beneath the exterior of our outer coverings.

What is under all that wool, I wondered.

 

I’ll tell you about the day of the surgery tomorrow as it is the really unexpected great day.

Love Sally

Happy New Year

2017 is in the books and once again I failed to encapsulate the year in a Christmas card to mail out to our loved ones.

It’s been a year of visits, visitors, prodding and probing of all sorts.

For the most part, we have become empty nesters this year.   I might have wondered if that would leave us at a crossroads in our marriage had I had time to ponder the events, but it has been gentle and a positive event. One that has allowed us to get back to what we enjoy doing together -just the two of us.

We had more visitors for longer stays than any of our previous years and that too was a great thing. Many folks came that I had met and connected to so well on my earlier solo travels and soon became family to Ted as well.   Such good times for all of us as all of our company allowed us to feel like we were all just hanging out together and not entertaining royalty. (not that they are not of royal lineage)

Galen moved from living with his best friend to living with two of his best buddies.  He still works with Ted in the business and is doing quite well.

He reconnected with and is dating the first girl he ever invited over to our house as a friend in kindergarten.  Very sweet.

He has also gotten a puppy – and luck would have it that the girlfriend is a vet tech.

Devin is also dating a very sweet girl.  She is a vegan, so it has been a change for me to omit the ever present, butter, milk, eggs and meat from everything.  I can now make vegan pies and banana bread that you cannot tell a difference.  Luckily, she likes anything I do whip up for her of the vegan variety while throwing meat on for everyone else.  I have found the best way to get anyone to visit is to tell them I’m making dinner for all.

We managed two concerts at Red Rocks this summer.  If you’ve never been, you need to come out and see a concert there.  It had been several years since I had been and I forgot just how perfect that setting is for a great concert. The pic is of Ted and I with Devin and his gal.

Ted has caught a little of the travel bug that is fully entrenched into my psyche and I managed to get him off on a few week trips in Colorado and a more distant trip to Seattle for a visit with dear friends.  We had a grand time and he has now even submitted to have his passport renewed!

We’ve had some awesome gatherings, some great road trips, and are looking forward to more of the same for 2018.

Please schedule a visit with us if you have time this year and if you can’t, maybe we will head your way this year.

I’ll relay some of the other stories later.  Ted has proclaimed he is to take up working on his sound room again, so that should provide more alone time for me to actually jot down a few stories now and then.

Wishing you all an amazing 2018 with fun, love and great adventures.

Sally

I know a couple of the pictures are sideways, but I’m not able to determine why and if I don’t post this now, it may be 2019 before I get it posted.

 

 

 

Thinking of many

This week we have been witness to the sun and moon shining a red light upon us. There were the early mornings this week with the sun on one horizon and the moon on the opposite and except for their size, they looked to be the same object in the sky.
The wildfires that plague the west just now have sent a thick blanket of smoke to our area giving us beautiful skies. With that though is the reminder of the people in danger both in their homes in those areas and the brave fire fighters pushing themselves through incredibly long days and extreme conditions. My good friend N who was just recently out here has a son working on those fires. I pray for him often as the smokey skies here remind me to do.

Red Colorado Sun this week
Red Colorado Full Moon looking much like the sun – Joe Randall

Then there is the East and south that is being ravaged in another manner. We spent some anxious days last week worried about our extended family in the Houston area and the epic amount of rain that was poured upon them. Thankfully, they are safe.

Imagine that Colorado’s annual rainfall is 15.47 inches per year and parts of Texas received over 51 inches in just a few days.  Mind boggling.

And now there is Irene that has grazed one’s we care about in Puerto Rico seemingly only taking electricity away from them but possibly taking a more direct shot at the many in Florida.  Several we know have fled, several couldn’t find enough gas to make the trip after boarding up their homes.  Lots of prayers there too as so many there also have the possibility of being displaced for quite some time.

A little chickadee just landed on my knee for a moment as I was typing this post on the deck, to possibly remind me to mention the wildlife that also loses homes and family in these catastrophes as well.

Sending love and prayers to all.

Sally

Eclipsed by the Experience

Here we are, a week removed from the big celestial event.  An occasion marked with plans and stories of people and how some had the forethought to calculate their travel and stays to coincide with being in the best possible viewing spots(only to have the hotel realize they had undersold the room by 100 fold and cancel their prime reservation) while others seemed to be surprised and throwing a last minute  strategy to beat the hordes of similar seekers to the prime viewing path that was foretold.

Here is Colorado, we were just hours (on a normal day) from the path of totality.  The normal hours did not apply for that weekend as while Wyoming is known for wide open spaces, there are really only  a handful of highways that lead to those vast spaces and for one weekend they were completely jammed inwards for a few days and hours up to the eclipse.  One friend said that you could have run the Boston Marathon on the opposing lanes that day and never used any cones to guard from traffic.

Of course there was  then complete congestion as everyone exited.   At least they had hours to recount the two and a half minutes plus of complete eclipse and wonder about the spectacle.

Eclipse photo by Jasmine
Arrival Eclipse photo by Jasmine

I was not one of the fortunate that was able to steal away and get up to the totality region.  Another co-worker had requested it first and I had just returned from time away, so knowing I would get first hand accounts from many, I set to see what a 92% eclipse was to be at my location.

The moon began it’s journey just before my lunch hour and I was able to don the glasses every few minutes and track the path just by leaning accross my desk and looking out the window.

As the time drew closer and I began my lunch hour, I decided to head to the greenbelt space near the office and sit by the stream there and observe just how the wildness of nature near me would participate, pause or experience such a phenomena.

As I sat near the water noticing the drop in temperature, I began to hear the chirps and buzz of the bugs and critters mostly heard at dusk.

I noticed there were waves of light going up the leaves of the tall grasses near me to both sides of me.  I sit hear often and have never noticed this phenomena and since it was not directional, was a bit curious about it.  I cannot be sure if it was associated with the celestial event or my heightened awareness of the moment.  I have not had the opportunity to return to the exact spot and make a comparison as of yet.

I was also able to view the projection of the eclipse as seen through the leaves on the trees around me.

I cannot quite fathom what it was like for those lucky souls who personally got to experience the totality, but I feel truly blessed with my own personal experience and the beauty I was able to observe just being close to home.

I’d love to hear what you did if you have time to share.

Love,

Sally

 

 

Spring is Here

This week has been mostly gorgeous. I have spent my lunches in the Clear Creek Trail space by the office. Some days I hike for the hour and some days I plop a blanket by the creek and just take in the sun and sounds of the water, the birds in the trees and the mallard ducks that proliferate in the area.

It was easy to settle into the ‘I love spring’  mantra and enter into the making summer plans mode – Mostly dreaming of how I could pull off an amazing summer like last year.

But Mother Nature has ways to bring us out of the daydream of tomorrow and focus on today as this morning I awoke to this:

So I am sequestered indoors to finish up the quarterly taxes that I’ve put off as long as I possibly could.

The weather man says we will be back up to seventy degrees this week, but for now, all that is sure is:

 

Happy Spring everyone.

A metropolis

Today is the first day that I have gotten to enjoy the sunrise from my deck in leisure.

Ted noticed the other day that some magpies were building a rather large nest in one of the trees closest to the house, so I went out with the hopes of seeing some of the construction.

The variety of different birds and their chirps, calls and songs was amazing to me. So many that I couldn’t begin to keep track.

As I sat and just got caught up in all he energy, I realized that if I were to envision the activity I was seeing and hearing in human forms, I would think there was metropolis outside. A hustle and bustling  city with bosses yelling at workers where to go – calling for more product – directing traffic. There was the hammering of the woodpeckers (thankfully not on our house) pounding out signs of their construction or destruction. There were the Robins doing the ground work, hopping to and fro pulling up grasses and looking for meals.

The Evening Grosbeaks (one of my favorites to see) were like the youthful kids – all hanging out in a group moving from the local food stand to the next closest hangout and back again.

The energy was that of everyone realizing it’s a beautiful day, so let’s get as much done as possible while we can.

I suppose I should listen to my feathered friends and follow the advise, but I know Ted will be up and take that stance only too soon, so I’ll enjoy watching others work while I sit on the morning sun.

By the way, Ted was reading that when the magpies are done with their nest, that owls or Hawks or Ravens will generally take it over. This should be fun.

Have a happy and blessed Easter everyone.

SJF

The Ketchup Bottle too Full

I’ve decided I’m a bit of a Ketchup bottle lately and have been filled so full  that things just aren’t coming out to share in a flowing motion.

Since my last post in which our friends were out to visit in February, the very next day, one of my cousins arrived for a five day visit.  His mom (my aunt) had recently passed, so it was good to be together and share time.

We hiked,

and even made it to East Denver to see another cousin of ours for an afternoon of fun, food and stories.

Just a few days after Jer left, I left for Nashville.  Our friend Patty from Chattanooga had been in Vanderbilt Hospital intensive care since December with complete heart failure, so I had booked a trip out to spend some time and hopefully provide some cheer.  It was a quick 4 day trip, but felt great to see her (just released from ICU before I arrived) and also stay with Jas and Ro and hear of their recent adventures.

The next weekend, it was beautiful and Ted surprised me by agreeing to go for an impromptu hike in a park we had not been to before.

Make sure we take you to Staunton State Park when you come out sometime.  It truly is a gorgeous place to hike.

That same weekend, some of our friends kids had an gig playing in a “school of rock” kind of band.  It was really great to see them excelling and enjoying themselves on stage in a real venue.

The next weekend, I had a Mom’s night on Friday and then Ted and I headed to the mountains for a few days of skiing with our friends from North Carolina and Missouri and staying at the “Joe Cabin” (a whole nother story that goes back too many years to count)

The view from the deck of the cabin along the Colorado River.

The following weekend, I had been invited to meet my cousin in South Dakota and climb Harney Peak.  We met at my friend Sally’s house (I think this is my first great friend that share’s my name), and left pre-dawn the next morning and climbed the peak along with the sun.  At 7242 feet, it boasts as being the highest point east of the Rocky Mountains and west of the Pyrenees Mountains of Europe.

Atop the peak is the Fire lookout station and a 360 degree view.  Well worth the effort.


Which brings us to last weekend – consisting  of having friends – whom we haven’t gotten to see at all this winter – over on Friday, new neighbors over for a meet and greet on Saturday and of course, there was the Dinner and Dead group on Sunday.

Mix into those weeks, other Dinner and Dead Sunday’s, some nights out with the kids, and there hasn’t been much free spare time for writing.

I’m really only managing this today because it is rainy (much needed) and I am at the computer at lunch instead of on a walk in the greenbelt space near the office.

There are of course, lots of stories within all of the excursions, but that’s where the bottled up sensation takes over.  Choosing and relaying seem to be oh so much harder if I don’t do it at the time.

Heck, I still have way too many stories from my time off last summer that I haven’t relayed yet. (but I do really want to get some of those out).