After ecstasy, the laundry

That comes from a Zen saying I found long ago, and it's a reminder of life's ups and downs. And it kinda fits how the weekend went.

This is Breast Cancer Awareness Month, and locally there is a Day of Caring event each year. It's a brunch with a speaker and then a fashion show, with breast cancer survivors as models. There were 14 models this year, and it was the second for me.

Things actually got underway Friday night with the models' get-acquainted party. It was held at a local salon, and one of the owners is a mammogram tech with the local hospital. She donated the use of the salon, the services of her employees, some of the food and a T-shirt for each of us. That was pretty awesome. We had a great dinner made by the daughter of one of the models and had some fun getting to know one another -- including the first-ever male breast cancer survivor model!

Then, when the night was wrapping up, we got our gifts -- three more bags full of stuff!

The loot:

The big, pink sheep was not one of the things I got, but I did win it at Day of Caring three years ago. She's been named Hope and is the mascot of my support group.

A couple closer looks:




The T-shirt:


A hand-knitted scarf:


Everyone was pretty amazed at the amount of stuff we got.

The next day was just a lot of fun, and it was also very moving. The speaker was another local male breast cancer survivor, and it was interesting to hear a different perspective of dealing with the disease, especially since the guy, I was told, was very shy, so it took a lot of courage for him to speak in front of a crowd. Several times, he had to stop and keep his emotions under control to be able to keep going, and it had all us models in tears.

But he joined us in modeling, which was pretty cool, and both he and the other male model gave their roses to their wives after they got out on the runway, which was cool. Everybody, even the first-year models who were nervous, had a great time.

I modeled for the local Harley-Davidson dealer.





I spent the rest of Saturday afternoon scrubbing the black, sticky, smelly stuff from the bottom of the dishwasher, then had dinner with a friend at a Mexican place. Then just took it easy the rest of the night. So all in all, a pretty good day.

Then came today. This afternoon, I started in on cleaning the kitchen, loading up the de-yuckified dishwasher and washing some things by hand. And afterwards, I discovered all the water in the kitchen cabinet under the sink. At first, I was worried the dishwasher had leaked into the cabinet, but there would have been much more water. Then I discovered it was the supply line to the faucet that was leaking. Then, a bit later I discovered there's also a leak in the drain or the garbage disposal. And there might be a pipe connection or two that are also leaking. So basically, the sink is unusable. Hopefully, I can get someone in this week to take a look. In the meantime, I'll have to figure out how to eat without using the kitchen sink.

Sigh. After ecstasy ...

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New glasses

They're finally here!

Another view:

And the side detail:

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You try to be nice ...

I was out in the back yard, trimming a low branch of the tree, when I saw one of my neighbors' pups had gotten out of his kennel (and was playing with what was left of the injured dove I'd seen in their yard earlier). He's just a pup and probably doesn't know much about cars, and they weren't home, so I thought I'd be a good neighbor and put him back in his kennel. Thought it'd be easy, just pick him up and let him jump in. Ha. Ever try to pick up an unruly, energetic puppy?

So in the process, he knocked my glasses off. I might have stepped on them, or they hit something hard, because the right earpiece thing was all bent out of shape. And when I got back in the house and tried to get them to some shape I could wear them, that popped the lens out. And of course, who has a tiny screwdriver handy for fixing frames? Not me. I ended up using Superglue to get them wearable again. Of course, that got Superglue all over the lens. (Nail polish remover does work, though!)

I've been meaning to get new glasses anyway, so I called the eye doctor I'd last seen, oh about seven years ago, and they actually had an opening this afternoon. So I got my eyes checked -- the prescription has changed just a little, for close-up reading, but otherwise my eyes are OK. The doc did say, though, that probably next time I come in (which should be two years), it might be time to consider bifocals. Sigh.

But I do have some pretty cool new glasses on the way. Should be about two weeks. I'll just try not to be nice to other people's dogs, I guess.

One last time

Yesterday, I was working away at the paper, putting Sunday's paper together when our press foreman walked by. We chatted for a minute and then he said "it's your last Saturday working with us."

Wham.

I hadn't realized it until he said that. The next Saturday I work, there will be no mailroom manager hanging over us wanting to know when the press will run. When I'm done, I'm done. No rumbling of the press rolling late at night.

It really hit me this morning, of all times, as I was on my way into town to work at the mall for the day. I don't know why, but it did, so my day got off to kind of a downer start.

And then the work day ended with some punk-ass-emo-skateboard kids trying to give me a hard time. I guess they think they're pretty important and that I should care what they think. Guess what? They're wrong.

Other than Designstar and Mad Men, that's my day. Exciting stuff, huh?

The beginning of the end

That's a what friend said after hearing the news that came to us at work earlier this week.

The newspaper where I work, a nearly 80-year-old institution in the town, will shut down its press at the end of September and be printed by one of our sister papers in a town 90 miles away. All the county weeklies we print will go to. Four or five full-timers, some of whom have been there for years, and a handfull of part-timers will lose their jobs. It's already in the works to consolidate the circulation and business departments of the papers owned by our parent company, and probably several more from our paper will lose their jobs by year's end.

This is it. There's no light at the end of the tunnel, and I anticipate the same kind of thing will eventually happen to my job. It wouldn't be tough. If gas prices spike up around $4 a gallon ever again, the company would say driving back and forth five days a week to pick up papers is costing too much, so my paper cuts its publication frequency, and then they say they don't need two full-time page designers. The best I could hope for would be that they consolidate copy desks of the papers and my job transfers to another town.

So now I'm trying to figure out what to do. Looking for another job is an option, although I don't relish the idea of trying to sell my house at this point. I've been thinking for some time about going for a master's with the idea of teaching journalism, maybe at a small university or community college. I'd hoped to make that happen this year, but didn't get to a more financially stable place. So now I'm thinking maybe spring. I'm going to try and get my car paid off early -- December or January -- and I'll have a credit card paid off shortly afterwards, if all goes well. I wouldn't be debt-free, but I would be a lot more stable. I'm sure my employer would be willing to work with me on the schedule (I had actually talked with my boss about it once before), but I would certainly keep my eyes open for anything local that would work too.

Because the one thing I do know is, I can't just sit around now and think it's not going happen. My job's expendable. And the days are numbered.

Rain barrel update

The rain barrels got a good tryout within a few days of being put up. I was working at the mall that night, so didn't get to see the magic happen, though.

After I got home and greeted Buster, I went out to check on them. The one by the northeast corner of the house had been blown over in the storm, so nothing there. I went to the one by the garage (pictured in the previous post) and it was FULL! I was pretty giddy about that (that probably makes me some kind of eco-geek, doesn't it?)

They do both have leaks around the spigot, but they're not big ones, and really, over time, they stopped ... at least until I did use the backyard barrel the other day. Attaching the hose was enough to start it up again, but it's a pretty slow drip anyway. I set the hose up because it had been pretty hot, windy and dry, and my salvia were looking droopy. So I thought I'd put some water on them. Only once the barrel started draining, I got distracted on the computer and so the salvia got almost an entire barrel of water! They did look much perkier that afternoon.

And now it's rained again this morning and BOTH barrels are nearly full.

I would like to put up more next year, and am already making plans, at least in my head, of how to do it.

It was a pretty good rain this morning, and we were under a warning for awhile. I'm off today, so when I woke up and heard some thunder, I thought I'd sleep in while it rained. Buster was already a little anxious, so I got him to jump in bed with me and we snuggled for awhile. He's not a snuggly dog, unless he's afraid, so it was nice to cuddle with him this morning. He's better now, but it's still drizzling a bit, so no walk yet. Hope it clears up, because he's got all that anxious energy to work off! Maybe I should teach him to do yoga with me.

Rain barrel

Rain barrel
Originally uploaded by junogle.

I'm just a little ticked that it's been an unusually rainy July, and I missed out on a lot of rain. But two barrels wouldn't have held that much compared to what we got, anyway.

Isn't supposed to rain for a couple more days, so we'll see what happens. Next time, I think I have a better idea of what all I need to do. Two down, three to go. And then I can start connecting overflow barrels!

I've also added a few garden photos to my Flickr account, and there's a set to go with my new blog I started at the newspaper, "Live in yourTown." Check 'em out.

Let it rain

I finally have rain barrels! Two of them. I just need to let the cement around the where the spigots are to dry for a day or so, and they'll be good to go! So, let in rain, but in a day or two. The forecast for around here is calling for hot and dry, although there's a lot of thunderheads building up and a couple overhead are looking dark.

I do still have to get the cinder blocks set up for the one at the northeast corner of the house, but it's still kinda hot out, so I might get to that later this evening. The blocks at the northeast corner of the garage are all set up, and the flexible downspout attachment is on, so it's good to go as soon as the adhesive is dry. It's nice to have a couple done, as I've been wanting to this for, well, since I bought the house, really. I should probably thank my friend Karen, who put together her own rain barrels earlier this year, for getting me going on mine (not to mention bringing me those excellent 50-gallon barrels to use!).

While working out there this morning, I was a bit startled by a snake in an adjacent flower bed. I think it was either a Kansas glossy snake or a Great Plains rat snake. It didn't rattle at me, at least. It was probably just getting some sun and didn't like all my activity. It crawled into a hole and went under the garage. So mom, if you come over to pull weeds some morning, take a good look around first! And don't kill it. I haven't noticed any signs of mice in the garage for quite some time!

There IS a lot of wasp activity in and around the garage, however. I'm all for "live and let live," and a few I could deal with, but there were so many they were starting to get aggressive with each other, and that's probably not a good thing for a bystander human or dog. So it was off to the store this afternoon for some wasp spray. I found a few nests in the garage and gave them a quick spray awhile ago, so maybe it'll start working quick enough I could enjoy an evening out in the yard later.

The other day, I also found a little lizard in the container I use to catch drips from the faucet on the back patio. He was a cute little thing, really, but I haven't been able to find any pictures online of anything like it. It was about 6 inches long, half of that its tail, and gray-ish with several alternating black and greenish-yellow stripes running from behind its eyes along its sides to the tail. I let it loose in the garden under the tree in the back yard. I saw a similar lizard (or maybe the same one?) later this the morning in the same garden where the snake was. It ran into the same hole the snake went into. Oops.

Add to that a turtle discovered the log in the creek along my property for sunning itself, and the mallard hen with her ducklings, and it's been a wildlife-filled day.

Relay for Life

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Originally uploaded by junogle.

Survivor lap at 2009 Relay For Life of Ellis County.

My first all-nighter at Relay For Life tonight. It's 3:30 in the morning. We've still got about three and a half hours to go, not including the cleanup. I get quiet when I get tired. Others are getting loopy. Others were loopy to start with. So it's an interesting mix right about now.

I've been uploading photos to Flickr throughout the evening, since it turns out I can find a barely there Wi-Fi signal. The weather turned out OK, although we started out with a t-storm watch early in the evening. It's been breezy and the luminarias didn't get lit until well after dark, but it's been a good evening.

Plan for the day

Since I'm carless, I guess I'll stick with the cleaning plan for today. I'll finish up the kitchen/dining area (which turned into kind of an impromptu home improvement project. I now have a nicer workspace for my computer. More on that later). Of course, I woke up this morning to find SOMEONE had tracked muddy pawprints from the back door all the way into the living room. Wonder who that could be, Buster?

I decided not to move my dining table back into the dining area. It's just not that big a space and the table was just becoming a collection site for junk anyway. Having a work space is more important to me, really. So now Buster has plenty of room to get his food and water dishes without having to maneuver around my chair if I'm working on the computer. And I moved my little beverage fridge in there from the utility room, where it will be handier to get to.

So I'l finish up cleaning in here, maybe get the countertops all nice and clean, too, and then start on the utility room. Mainly that's just going to be getting the junk off the top of the dryer to wherever it should go, but I should probably give the dryer a good cleaning too, get all the lint out of it.

Once that's done, I'll get started on the other bedroom, so my brother will have a nice, clean room to stay in while he's here next week. Maybe a little weeding in the yard if it's not too hot, and that should about cover my day.

Good thing I didn't plan anything

I'm finally taking some vacation time from the paper. You know it's been a long time since you've taken vacation when your co-workers' response is "I never thought I'd see the day." Jeez.

Anyway, can't afford to go anywhere, so I just planned to make it a spring-cleaning and fix-up time around the house, and also see if I couldn't get the car in for what I was sure would be a much-needed tune-up. I was right about that.

I'm still working at the mall while on my vacation, and just as I was pulling out of the garage to go to work last night, boom, everything shut down -- engine, electrical, everything. The ignition would crank, but it wouldn't turn over. So mom let me borrow her truck to get to work, and then today a friend came over to take a look at mine. We replaced the spark plugs and the cords, but no luck. And turns out the mechanic I've been to here couldn't do much more. There's another mechanic in town, but we haven't had the best experience with them. So I had to call a tow service and to have it taken to a mechanic in the city that I've worked with before. So I could be carless until after the holiday, if it's something big. (Thanks for the help, Max!)

Other than that, vacation's going OK. I just gave the kitchen floors a good cleaning and am sitting on the porch in the cool night air while they dry. Buster is snoozing on the sidewalk. Hope no one's going for late-night walk. And the bugs are really being drawn to my laptop screen, so it might be about time to go in.

I guess tomorrow, I'll tackle more of the cleaning. I was going to try to shampoo my carpets before the weekend, but I had hoped to spend today vacuuming. So maybe I'll do that tomorrow and see if I can get a shampooer on Sunday, since I work at the mall again Saturday. Otherwise, I guess it'll wait until Tuesday. I'm off from the mall Sunday through Wednesday, so that gives me time. And then my brother will be here for the rest of the week, so even with the car problems, it should be a decent time off.

I did pick up a few books at the library too. Current read is Zen and Now: On the Trail of Robert Pirsig and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. I read "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance" years ago, and can't say I remember much about it. But reading this one is bringing some of it back, and it's interesting to see through Richardson's book how much has changed since Pirsig's trip, and how much hasn't really. I may have to go find a copy of the original, too, for a re-read.

Flocking myself

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I have nothing to do

Wow. I really don't. I don't need to do laundry, I ran the dishwasher earlier tonight and got the dishes in the sink washed.

OK, I could be organizing some files, or sorting through the piles on my table/work area, or cleaning the bathroom, but if I don't get those done tonight, it's not like it'll be the end of the world.

I actually have (including tonight) three whole nights in row off. So I can kind of take it easy tonight. Maybe tomorrow I'll get some other things done, like make a dish or two for some dinners/lunches I can take to work later on. And maybe Thursday I'll get some housecleaning done.

But for now, it's just nice to sit back and relax.

Done

Morning:
√Breakfast
√ Clothesline put out
√ 1 load of laundry washed & hung out to dry.
√ Home Depot shopping done (new hedge trimmer!)
Afternoon:
√ Lunch
√ Trash taken out.
√ Dog walked.
√ 2nd load of laundry washed & hung out to dry
√ Pampas grass cut down & taken down to creek compost pile
√ Lawnmower drained of old gas & oil, carb cleaned.
√ Lawnmower STARTS (I rock!)
√ Recycling sorted & taken to drop-off site
√ 3rd load of laundry washed & hung out to dry
√ put up the garden edging I bought for the flowerbed by garage
Evening:
√ dinner (brought by mom)
√ plant the lantanas mom bought for the front yard
√ plant the flowers I bought for the front yard (spent a lot at Home Depot today!)
√ yoga
√ hot shower
√ 3 loads of laundry put away
√ snack

√ lunch for tomorrow
Man, I'm tired. But it was a good day.

Well, hello there

Yes, it's been awhile.

Today's has been kind of a crappy day. I woke up around 7 a.m. with a headache. Took some painkiller and put some food in Buster's dish, went back to bed and finally got up around 10 a.m. Poor Buster is so patient. I think maybe he's learning to tell when I don't feel good and wasn't too pushy about trying to get me to get out of bed.

My headache hadn't gone away though, so I just kind of moped around for the day, read the paper, watched some TV, took a nap. Finally around 1:30 I got up to take Buster for a walk. It's kind of sunny and warm, but windy again (probably what brought on the headache), but getting out did make me feel somewhat better.

When we got back I took a look at my lawnmower. I couldn't remember if I'd winterized it last fall, and guess what. I didn't. So it needs a little work. I'm off all day tomorrow, so I might see what I can do with it, and if I can't, give the service guys a call.

I did put a couple new plants in the ground. I got them about a week ago on a trip to Home Depot. Yes, it was all impulse. I got a mexican fern and an azalea. I was thinking of putting the azalea out front, but I think it might get too much sun there, so I put both of them under the tree out back. I think the fern will look good with the hosta (which look like they're going to BIG this year). It's supposed to be a perennial, so that'd be nice. The azalea will have red flowers and is supposed to bloom around mid-May. It's also kind of an evergreen.

I should be cleaning up the kitchen, but I do have to get ready before too long to go in to work at the mall. I wasn't scheduled for today, but when they made up the schedule, they forgot about the local public TV station's art auction fundraiser that they televise from one of the empty storefronts after displaying some of the stuff for auction for a couple weeks. It goes on until 10, and there's usually only one person working Sundays, and that would be an awful long day, so I said I'd go in at 6 and stick around until they're done, which should be about 10:30 or so. The mall will be closed, so I don't really have to do anything. Maybe I'll go finish my grocery shopping. Plus, I got to trade tonight for Tuesday night, so now I don't go in again until Thursday.

Women's History Month

Today marks the beginning of Women's History Month. As my "Getting in Touch with Your Inner Bitch" desk calendar says:

Don't you wonder what all those notable bitches were doing the rest of the year?

But still, at least we have something. For this month, my favorite quote of the day, on the right sidebar, will feature a great quote from a great woman. They are women I've admired for various reasons. I don't necessarily agree 100 percent with their ideologies, but I admire them for what they've accomplished. And not just as women, but as people. If you can't understand that, open your mind a little.

The quote for the first of the month

Well-behaved women seldom make history.

is one I've heard only recently, but was coined some 30 years ago by historian and author Laurel Thatcher Ulrich, according to this article. The original quote comes from a paper she wrote in the beginning of her career:

"Cotton Mather called them 'the hidden ones.' They never preached or sat in a deacon's bench. Nor did they vote or attend Harvard. Neither, because they were virtuous women, did they question God or the magistrates. They prayed secretly, read the Bible through at least once a year, and went to hear the minister preach even when it snowed. Hoping for an eternal crown, they never asked to be remembered on earth. And they haven't been. Well-behaved women seldom make history."

The line took on a life of its own, and still appears today on T-shirts, mugs, etc. Ulrich even wrote a book with the title, examining the appeal of the slogan and looking at feminism through the ages. Might be a good one to put on your reading list this month.

While you're remembering this month the notable women in history, remember one more. I never met Jana Mackey, even though she was from where I live now. I am inspired by her story, however. She worked for women's rights and counseled victims of domestic abuse. She was a law student at the University of Kansas when, at age 25 in July 2007 she was murdered by an ex-boyfriend. Who knows what she might have accomplished had she lived? Eleven hundred people attended her funeral, and her family and friends formed Eleven Hundred Torches, an organization to encourage others to carry on her work. March 8, International Women's Day, has been declared Jana Mackey Day in Kansas to encourage others to use some time that day in service to others. It is something we should do everyday.

We must not, in trying to think about how we can make a big difference, ignore the small daily difference we can make which, over time, add up to big differences that we often cannot foresee. -- Marian Wright Edelman

You can make a difference in the world with something as small as holding a door open for another person, helping a neighbor who might have difficulties with tasks around the house, helping a co-worker with a task instead of making fun of him behind his back ...

Whatever you do need not be big, because even something small might make one person's day better. And that can't be a bad thing at all.

I long to accomplish a great and noble task; but it is my chief duty to accomplish small tasks as if they were great and noble. -- Helen Keller

A busy week

I'm starting to feel like I have a life or something. There's so much to get done and not enough time to do it. Of course, if I'd quit goofing around on Twitter, I'd probably have a lot more time!

Actually, it was kind of a hectic week last week. Mom had some health problems, which meant not one but two trips to Hutchinson, where her doctor practices. She's OK, and actually impressed her doctor with how well she's doing.

In the meantime, I've been dealing with back and hip pain for about three weeks. I probably should have gone to the doctor a couple weeks ago, when the pain was almost unbearable at times, but I'm kind of stubborn. I've always had back problems and had to deal with some bad pain from time to time if I've lifted too much or moved the wrong way, but I'm used to getting over it in about a week or so. So as the pain went on, and since it was also in the hip, I decided I'd better get to the doc. X-rays showed no fracture, and nothing else that shouldn't be there, but there is some arthritis in the backbone.

So now I'm getting some physical therapy for my back. I've had one appointment so far and was given some exercises to do at home. They're not all that different from the yoga I (try) to do a few times a week. And the PT said I have a slight curve in my spine, and that's causing the joint between my backbone and my hip to be out of whack. So the therapy is supposed to put them back in alignment. It does feel better. I don't want to cry after I've been sitting for awhile now.

On top of all that, my boss' wife had a health crisis, too, so he was out of the office most of the week. That kind of put a burden on my-coworker, as he had to take on a lot of the extra work with me being gone too. Things are settling down now, though.

Unfortunately, I haven't had as much time for the Relay for Life Web site and newsletter. So I'll have to carve out some time for that this week. Hopefully the other committee members and team captains will get me more stuff to put in it!

Back to blogging

It's been almost a month since I've posted anything here. This time, it means I've actually been busy, not just lazy or avoiding it.

I've gotten caught up in Twitter, which is a lot of fun. There's a lot of times I just have something not real big I want to say, and the blog doesn't seem the place for that. Twitter's perfect. I've actually got two accounts -- a personal one (that's fed onto the sidebar here) and one for work (HDN_Juno), where I follow and tweet to others in the media. I even attended a webinar by Poynter's NewsU on using Twitter for journalism last week. It was very basic, and a lot of it I already knew, but I did some things about using Twitter. What was real interesting about the webinar was also following the tweets of the people who were attending. Lots of communication going on in ways that even just a few years ago would have been mind-boggling. So now my newspaper also has a Twitter account, NorthWestKansas, that I post to. I've invited other editors in the newsroom to join in, but so far no takers.

I was also busy putting together an in-house wiki for the newsroom. It's our stylebook, our reference guide, our place to share information that can help each other. Again, not everyone's as enthusiastic about it as I am, but one of these days, something's going to happen and they'll see the value in it.

I've also been writing a bit more for the newspaper. Not a lot, just an article once in while, when something interests me. But that takes time, too.

I've also been putting together the Web site for the local Relay for Life. That's all set up now, but I'm also supposed to be doing the newsletter, and that's been tough to find time for since I don't have good layout software on my home computer. I do like to get away from the computer at work once in awhile, so I'm kind of behind on that project. But it'll get done.

Just kind of seems like my life has taken on a lot more stuff in the last few months, and it's been hard to balance it all out. Something new to work on, I guess.

Speaking of things to work on, I kind of neglected my February resolution. I was going to make it eat more fruit & veggies, which I've kind of been doing, so maybe I'll stick with that. March can be for my spring cleaning/organizing, I think.

And how'd I do last month? My resolution was to eat out less. Looking at my Quicken account, I have 10 purchases listed under "dining," and I know there was once I paid cash while working at the mall, so that makes 11. In October, I ate out 14 times, November 9 times, and December 9 times. So I guess I didn't do so hot, although I did spend about $20 buck less than I averaged for dining out October through December, so that's something. And I probably made some better choices about what I was eating. At least some of the time.

Resolution update

I did only so-so last week on my resolution not to eat fast food. I got a bit down in the dumps about mid-week and didn't feel like making meals to take with me. Which was bad, because Wednesday and Thursday were also the days I worked the second job and so had to worry about two meals away from home. So I ended up eating out Wednesday through Friday's lunch.

I didn't do that bad, really. Wednesday's lunch was salad, soup and some fruit off the grocery store salad bar, and Thursday's was a turkey flatbread Sammie with soup from Quizno's. Dinner was another matter, though. Wedneseday, I had Chinese again from the place in the mall, and Thursday was KFC. And Friday, I really did bad with a chicken sandwich and fries from Wendy's.

But I did take dinner to work at the mall last night -- a baked potato with cheese sauce and shredded chicken for toppings, and I added a salad from the grocery store salad bar. So that's some redemption, right?

Happiness

Saturday afternoon, I took Buster on a walk along our usual route -- over the bridge just to the west of my house, south down the dirt road, back east over another bridge and then back towards home.

Going over that second bridge, I noticed some blue-colored birds flitting back and forth between the branches of a tree that had fallen into the creek and trees on the bank. I figured they were bluejays, because we have plenty of them around here, although it seems during winter they usually take off for other parts. There was one thing a I noted a lack of, however, and that was noise. Bluejays are pretty vocal birds, especially when disturbed, and I should have been able to hear them even with my headphones on.

Then I noticed little flashes of orange as they flew. They weren't bluejays, these were bluebirds! I don't recall ever seeing bluebirds before around here, although where I live is included in their range.

Bluebirds are supposedly the bird of happiness, so maybe seeing them now, just after the beginning of the year, is a good sign of things to come! OK, maybe I'm reading too much into that, but I'm a creative person -- symbolism means a lot.

There's more interesting ideas about bluebirds here and here.

Doing good

Forgot about updating, for those of you not following the tweets. Both checkups went well. Some of the numbers on my bloodwork were a bit lower than normal; the doc said those numbers usually indicate an allergy and viruses. She's going to have me go back in about a month for another blood test just to make sure. I have felt like I've been fighting something lately, waking up with a dry, scratchy throat, so maybe that's it.

Otherwise things are a-OK. And both the surgeon and oncologist said I don't need to go get another MRI. That was good news, because I don't want to go through that mess again.

So far, so good

Six days into the new year, and I've eaten out only once! And it was sorta healthy. Chinese food. I mean, there were lots of vegetables. OK, I didn't eat all the vegetables. But it wasn't a greasy burger or corndog, after all.

Tomorrow and Thursday are my three-and-half year checkups with the surgeon and oncologist. Feeling good, so everything should go well. Send some positive vibes, though. Every bit helps.

Healthier 2009

So it's the new year, and I've been thinking about resolutions, as everyone does. How can you help it with all the diet/exercise product infomercials and organization stuff in the stores?

One thing I want to do, as I've said every year, is to get healthier. It means a lot more now than it did, say, five years ago, though. And I have done better, at least somewhat. I eat a little better and exercise more. But I never seemed to be able to lose much weight. Until this year. Once it warmed up this spring to where Buster and I could walk everyday, I lost about 15 pounds without even realizing it! That's the difference, I guess, of walking with an elderly dog vs. walking with a 1-year-old dog.

Really, I'm not that bad off. According to this site, I have a BMI of 26, which is just over the limit of being "overweight." According to that site, I could get down to 100 pounds and be considered normal weight. Yikes. I look of pictures of myself from right after college, when I was about 110, and that just looks too skinny (although it probably didn't help I always wore baggy clothes). I'd be happy with about 130-135, so I don't have far to go.

Anyway, back to resolutions. I've tried lots of different methods of keeping them, and it never really seems to work. So instead of saying "Lose weight" or even more specifically, "Lose 10 pounds," I'm going to go with small steps. So first step for January: Cutting fast food from the diet. This one should be easy, because I've already done a lot of that. I quit eating at McDonald's about a year or so ago after they ripped me off on my change in the drive-through and the manager was a jerk about it, and I lost about five pounds in the two months after that.

I go to Sonic once in a while (OK, more often than I should) for a corndog and tater tots (they probably start fixing them when they see me drive up now). Chicken (popcorn chicken, nuggets, KFC) is my downfall. But I hardly ever eat fast-food hamburgers anymore. And there are healthy options at fast food places. Wendy's (which is one of the best places for lunch here, service-wise) has chili, baked potatoes, salads, etc. There's a Quizno's near where I work, and I'm taking my lunch/dinner to work a lot more often now. So if I can just control the corndog/chicken nugget cravings, this one should be a smooth way to start.

I'll be working on some exercise goals this month, too, but I'm really going to focus on success on one goal each month.

On turning 40

Today I turned 40. Five years ago, I would have said I dreaded that thought. But then, three and a half years ago, something happened. I found a lump in my left breast. It was cancer.

There are cancer survivors who say getting cancer was a blessing. Not to belittle anyone's beliefs, but I think they're crazy. It was hell. And not just for me. My family, my friends, my co-workers all also carried a part of what I went through.

But I got through it. Hell, I kicked its ass.

This year, I've come to realize just how lucky I really was. Lucky I found it when I did, because I never did regular self-exams and didn't think I'd need to go for a mammogram for a few more years. Lucky I'm in a place with a great cancer center and doctors. And lucky I have so many great people around me. It is in, in part, because of them I am here, celebrating 40 years.

So to my family and friends, thank you. Even if you couldn't be here while I was going through my treatment, I felt your support and good thoughts and prayers. And your e-mails and cards got me through some tough days. And to my co-workers who stepped up when I couldn't quite keep up the normal work load or just gave me an ear or even a shoulder to cry on.

And of course, to Nipper, my buddy, who didn't understand what was going on, but was always ready to curl up with me and comfort me.

This year, I have felt better than I have in years -- even before the cancer. The fatigue is gone, the chemo brain is gone. And it's not just a physical difference. It just feels like there are a whole lot of possibilities out there within my reach and all I need to do is grab them. And I will.

Cancer was not a blessing. But it did open my eyes to a lot of things over the last few years. One of those is that there are a lot of great people in my life, and that no matter what I might face in the years ahead, they'll be there to support me. I hope I can be as much to them as they have been to me.

Thanks, all. Here's to the next 40!

Long live journalism?

The Detroit Media Partnership, which publishes the Detroit Free Press and the Detroit News, announced big changes are coming in how it publishes. Next spring, the newspapers will deliver print editions to homes only on Thursdays, Fridays and Sundays, their biggest advertising days. They will still print daily, but the remaining days of the week, the size of the print edition will be drastically reduced and will only be available at newsstands. The papers will push online delivery of the news over print.

I can't say that I'm shocked to see this coming, but it makes me pretty sad. However, I think it could well be the most workable business model for newspapers to come along. It certainly makes more sense than cutting your staffs to nothing and cutting budgets so that the reporters and photographers who remain can barely leave the building to cover the news.

Fact is, this writing has been on the wall for a long time; newspapers just refused to believe it. Or maybe averted their eyes. Yes, there is still an audience for print — and I think to some extent there always will be — but it is literally dying. I think that those who are in the early 20s and teens now are likely going to be the last generation to see print newspapers have much of a role in society. There will always be those small-town or neighborhood weeklies and specialty publications, I think, but the bigger papers (even ones like the small daily I work for) have to face that in order to survive, they've got to emphasize online. Home delivery of a print newspaper will, for them, become something "extra," an offering to those who can afford the luxury of sitting at home in their pjs reading the paper while the rest of us rush around with a job or two, or kids to rush to school, or whatever we do to get by while we hear the news on radio or browse on PDAs or cell phones or whatever we'll have in the future.

Our product has never been a piece of paper. It has been delivery of information, wether it be in advertising, articles or opinion. That can be done in many different media. Few papers took broadcasting seriously as competition, fewer still looked at the Internet that way. A very few did, and even embraced that competition. What the Freep is doing is quite likely the next step we have to take to keep delivering our true product.

Lights!

I've got the outdoor Christmas lights on finally. I put them up a week ago, I think, and just now got around to getting them plugged in. Because you know, you have to do it strategically ... what gets plugged into what outlet and so on. I didn't put up as much as I have in the past. I have enough lights to line the front of the roof and around the porch, but the lights I got a few years back, which I really REALLY loved, they, of course, do not make any more. So replacing them is the pits. And it's a lot of work to put them up.

But last year, on the after Christmas sale, I got some blue net lights for the shrubs next to the porch and a couple red rope lights. I debated about winding them up the porch poles, but hated to think about how to plug everything in. So I wound them around the split-rail fence next to the driveway, and I think it looks OK. I put up the cheap, plastic red ribbons on the fence posts. I have plenty of those so if the weather trashes them, I can replace them pretty easy. I might buy more of the rope lights after Christmas again this year and eventually wind it all the way down the fence ... which is actually quite a ways.

I might get to the tree later tonight. It's just a fake tree, and we'd always kept the lights on it when we put it away so every year we just had to straighten it out and put the decorations on it. But I also need to do some housecleaning and some laundry, so we'll see. Plus, I had a pretty busy day, so it'd be nice to just crash for a bit, too.

Talking to the future

Today I talked with a beginning newswriting class at the local university. It's taught by a professor I had when I was there, although I had that class before she started there. She has her class submit stories to the newspaper I work for as part of their assignments and I had edited some of their stories for us to use, so I offered to give them some feedback. I was able to take about an hour to talk to them -- all four of them.

A couple of the students were late, and so was the prof, so I chatted with one of the students while we waited. And when I did start talking to the class, I gave them he basic rundown of my job and offered some feedback to a couple of the students' stories, explaining why we made the kinds of changes we did.

They had some good questions, too, asking about the paper, the kinds of things I thought they should be learning considering the kinds of changes going on journalism, etc. It was kinda fun, really, and it's nice to know there are some younger people still interested in what makes journalism good and not just getting their name and their friends' names in the paper.

You were looking for what?

It always amuses me to check out my blog stats. Yes, I have a counter, and I like checking out how people find my blog. A lot are from friends and family, since I used it to keep people updated on how I was doing during my cancer treatment. But I also get a lot of hits from people who must just be ... weird.

It seems like the current most popular search terms people hit on my site with have to do with this entry, about finding out how I could easily finish my bachelor's degree after 21 years by taking two classes. People are seriously searching for "how to get a bachelor's degree in ..." two days, a week, a month, six months, you name it.

Then there's the recent hit on "how to buy a giant pink Serta sheep." You gotta earn one of those, pal. Buy a mattress in October and you'll get a small one.

I've recently seen searches for "Christina Applegate nude naked porn" lately. Get a life and get out of your parents' basement, OK?

Occasionally, I get hits from people searching for something about Mark Harmon's hairy chest. Only thing I can think of is that this entry about TV and this one — both from the same month — are drawing them in. I'm sure people have been quite disappointed it was my own hairy chest I was talking about.

There is a more serious side. This one, where I talk about the side effects of Novelbine, one of the chemo drugs I had, gets a lot of hits. That was a nasty time, and I'm glad it didn't have to last long. Hope that what I wrote in there might help someone else with their treatment.

Long overdue update

Can't believe it's been almost a month and a half since I posted. There's been lots going on, really.

Being a journalist, I guess I'll start with the biggest news. Mom has moved out of the house. It had been frustrating lately, probably for both of us, and after she returned from her last trip, she moved into the house she bought for my dad to live in when I was starting my cancer treatment. I guess they figured since they didn't kill each other on that trip, they'd be OK. And I'm getting along OK, finding a groove to get into to keep things running smoothly. I hate leaving Buster alone so much, but Mom still goes over to do her laundry and such, so he gets some playtime with her.

The other big news would be that I finally found a second part-time job. It's at the local mall, on the mall maintenance staff. It's a pretty easy job, mainly because it's not that big of a mall. Although we'll see what I think after working by myself tonight, "Black Friday." The Penney's store is staying open until 11 p.m.!

What else? Oh, yeah, I was a model in the Day of Caring back in October:

I don't get all made up ... uh, ever, so this is a rare sight. I ended up buying the outfit, except for the boots, which cost almost as much as the rest of it put together. And in the goodie bag I got for modeling was a little stuffed Serta sheep. Buster stole it out of the bag and made it his. I had to cut the eyeballs off so he wouldn't and choke on them.

That's about it for now. I'll do more later, but I've got to head to work soon, and while writing this I'm also chatting with a friend. Talk about multitasking!

Rain, rain, go away

We've had more than four inches of rain since Saturday. For this area, that's a lot. I mean a LOT. I came home to discover the roof had been leaking in the kitchen. Not too much, but it was still a mess to clean up. It's been dripping off and on all evening.

Poor Buster didn't get his walk today, and he probably didn't go out much during the day since it just POURED much of the day. We roughhoused on the floor for awhile, and played with his favorite squeaky toy, a turkey. It's actually the only toy of his I can find anymore. He's sort of buried it in the back yard a few times over the last couple weeks, and I have no idea where his other squeaky toy, a shoe, is. Probably in the same place where his Kong is. We haven't seen that since shortly after he got it at Christmas.

Buster's not a snuggly dog like Nipper was, but he has his times when he wants to be close. I'm learning to "read" when he wants that. He'll kind of bug me if I'm lying on my couch, but he's not interested in playing. So when I scoot over and pat the couch, he'll hop up next to me and curl up for a nap. He doesn't put his head on my lap or anything, but once he's up there, he relaxes. He still sleeps out in the living room when it's time to go to bed, though.

Other than the rain, there's not a heck of a lot going on. So here's hoping we dry out the rest of the week.

Busterversary

Today marked one year since Buster came home. We had a pretty good day. In the morning I finished up some yardwork that I started last night but had to quit since it's getting dark earlier. I wanted to get that out of the way, because a friend of mine -- the one whose wedding I went to a couple weeks ago -- was in town and came over for awhile, and plus I wanted the afternoon to do something special with Buster.

So Karen and I had a good time visiting and catching up, and Buster was a pretty good boy. He got a bit overexcited a few times and nipped at her -- playfully, but I still don't like when he does that. But overall he behaved. Then in the afternoon, I took Buster into town and we spent about an hour walking through the big park. I think he had fun, even though it was pretty cool and kind of rainy. He's sure tired out tonight, so we're just hanging out at home with the TV, some popcorn and brownies.

Some busy weekends are coming up, though. Next Saturday is the Day of Caring, a brunch and fashion show for breast cancer awareness. All the models are breast cancer survivors. And yes, this year I'll be modeling. I was a bit nervous because the store they picked for me is a western wear store, and I am NOT into the cowgirl thing. But I did find some cool stuff, and I hope to have some pix to post here afterwards.

The weekend after that is a copy editing conference in Wichita -- yes, back to Wichita. I've been there more in the last year than I have in my whole life. But I'm looking forward to it. It'll be nice to be around people who actually think copy editing is still important to newspapers.

Lookee what the mailman brung ...

OK, you'll have to wait to look, since I don't have a digital camera with me, but when I got home today, there was a big express mail envelope in the mailbox, with a return address from the local university. And when I opened it up, inside was ... my Bachelor of General Studies diploma! And a tassel! They even spelled my name right!

It's a little more awesome than I woulda thunk.

Good weekend

Buster and I are both back home after our weekend. Buster had a good report from his vet's visit, except for his weight. He's about 15 pounds over what he should be, the vet said. She said I could cut down on the amount of food I give him, so he's gradually going on smaller rations today. And maybe we'll go for a bit longer walk every day. Buster seems to be happy to be home. I'm glad he's home, too.

My weekend was pretty good. I survived driving through Wichita traffic -- not a bad feat for a small-town girl. Although we did get to know the Oliver loop to Kellogg pretty well. Seems we kept taking the wrong turn onto Kellogg, but with all that construction going on, it was hard navigate. We got lost only once, on the way to the reception, and were about an hour late, but there was still plenty of food. And we weren't the only ones who had a hard time finding the place downtown. But it was worth it to be able to see Karen & Eric get to celebrate and how happy they were.

And Vanessa Peters was great Friday night. Not too many of the people there were there specifically to see her -- and it was Oktoberfest -- so the crowd was a bit rowdy. A fight even broke out at one point, but overall it was enjoyable. I got to talk to her and her guitarist, Manuel, before the show and during a break, and during another break she sat and talked with a group of college kids (mostly Chinese students) who seemed to be there more for the music than the booze, which was cool. She's got some albums available on iTunes, if you're interested.

Back to work tomorrow. Hopefully, it won't be as tough a week as the last one.

Dogless

That's what I am until Sunday evening. I'm heading to Wichita tomorrow morning with a co-worker for a friend's wedding, and we're staying overnight Saturday, so Buster is staying in a "cabin" at his vet's for the weekend. I can go pick him up Sunday evening, so depending on what time we get back, Sunday will be a quiet day.

Tonight, I'll have something to distract me for awhile. I'm heading into town to see Vanessa Peters and one of her bandmates perform at the local brewpub. I've been bored with commercial radio, and got tired of hearing the same old stuff on my iPod, so I started searching for different music. I checked out the Web sites of the local venues one day, and found she was coming here, listened to stuff on her MySpace page, and kinda got hooked. And then I thought it might be fun to write about some of the music going on around here and pitched the idea to my boss. He was less than enthusiastic about it, but I went ahead and did an article on Peters anyway for our arts page this week. I'd like to do more, especially on the local acts. We'll see how it works out time-wise with all the other crap that gets heaped on me at work now. I'm kind of hoping to maybe branch out into some freelance writing with some of this, too.

On my way to the show, I need to drop off Hope, my support group's giant pink Serta sheep mascot, at the home of one of the members so she can ride on the Homecoming parade float tomorrow. I'm kind of sorry I'll be missing that, because it's always a great experience. I've done it twice now, and each time, got a little choked up when people stand and applaud us as we go by. All we did was survive. It was all the scientists, doctors, nurses and caretakers who made that possible. They're really the ones who deserve the applause. So if you're involved at all in cancer research, oncologoy or are helping a loved one through treatment, know that applause is really for YOU.

Best. Compliment. Ever

I was sitting at my desk this morning, when Joe, one of our ad sales people who's around my age, passed by. Pointing at his thinning hair, he said to me "If I had hair, that's exactly what I'd want it to look like."

Awesome.

More on Christina Applegate

Christina Applegate, who was diagnosed recently with breast cancer after an MRI, talked more about her diagnosis and treatment yesterday on Good Morning America (you can watch the whole interview with another BC survivor, Robin Roberts here)

She opted to have both breasts removed -- no doubt a difficult decision, especially considering Hollywood's fixation on how people look -- after testing positive for the BRCA1 gene. Fortunately, I tested negative for mutation on both the BRCA1 and BRCA 2 genes, but when my oncologist first discussed the testing with me, she said if I tested positive, she would likely recommend removal of the breasts as well as my uterus and ovaries as prevention against any more cancer. So, a tough decision, but what do you do when it's your life you're talking about?

I really applaud her desire to help other women pay for MRIs and the genetic testing. The MRI is recommended for women at high risk, but not all insurance companies cover it yet. And the gene testing costs about $3,000. A co-worker of mine who's in her 20 or 30s has a big family history of BC, and while the insurance company will pay for her annual mammograms, they won't pay for the gene test unless she or one of her sisters is diagnosed with cancer. That's just nuts.

And big applause to Applegate for going on TV and talking about her cancer, only three weeks after her surgery. At times, she appeared pretty emotional, and I'm sure she's still trying to sort things out in her own head. Having to do that on national TV couldn't have made it any easier. She's a good representative for what many women with breast cancer have had to face.

All clear

The scoping went well. There's a just some diverticulitis, but no polyps, no tumors, no nothing. He didn't even take any samples. So whoo-hoo!

And it wasn't all that bad. I was out within a few minutes of the IV starting and don't remember a thing until I woke up in the recovery area. I did get to see the few pictures he took. The nurse in the recovery room was pretty funny, too. During the colonoscopy, the doc fills you up with air, so you have to pass that before they let you go. So as I let one rip, the nurse said "Good! That's what we like to hear .... nurses are kind of gross."

After Mom and I left the surgical center, we got a big lunch and got home around 1 p.m. I slept until nearly 5 p.m. I'm still kind of groggy and just hanging out on the couch with the laptop, much to Buster's disappointment. Poor guy didn't get his walk this morning, and all I've done while here has been to sleep. Maybe later this evening I'll feel up to playing with him and take him for a walk if it's not too warm. Until then, I'm not going far from the couch.

So hungry

So tomorrow is the colonoscopy. That means tonight, no food, other than Jell-O. And nothing red or purple, because that can apparantly cause some discoleration in your innerds. I was allowed to eat a light breakfast, but nothing but liquids and Jell-O after that. I did OK, really, until this afternoon, when I had to put together the food page for the paper. And then a co-worker came in and starting munching on the Chees-its she keeps in her desk and another came in with Chinese take-out.

Now I'm just sitting here on the couch waiting for the colon cleanser to start working. It's not going to be a fun evening. Maybe by the time the doc lets me go tomorrow, I'll feel good enough for a big BIG lunch somewhere.

Oops. I think the stuff is starting to work. It's about time for the first of many trips to the bathroom.

Hmmm, what's been happening?

Gee not much lately. Except ... I GOT MY PORT OUT!

It was last Tuesday. I guess I've been too psyched about it to write about it here, but the port-a-cath is now gone, just shy of three years to the day I got it put in. It's a pretty awesome feeling. I think it's the first time I looked forward to going to the hospital.

It was done with just a local anaesthetic in the afternoon, but you know, my boss didn't need to know that, so I took the whole day off! And that was after having Monday off for working Saturday, so I had a bit of a mini-vacation.

Anyway, there is a bit of a scar, but that will fade with time, just like the first one did. It hurt for only a day or so, and I feel a pull once in a while, but it's getting better. It just feels great to have it gone. It is, as one of my support group members said last night about getting hers out, like a graduation. I graduated from cancer!

On the bitter side of things, though, the second job is gone, thanks to the Legislature not providing the money for social services that everyone was counting on. The hotline has been automated, and the three of us working it got laid off. There's been some other people who got laid off too, from what I understand, and they've had to make a lot of other budget cuts. It's pretty sad, really, because the organization does a lot of good for people who need some help.

Anyway, that's the big news. Later.

Christina Applegate

She's been diagnosed with breast cancer. She's 36, the same age I was when I was diagnosed. Her mother is a two-time BC survivor, so it seems Applegate's been taking the advised precautions of mammograms and sonograms for early detection. And that says a lot — doesn't matter if you've got a family history or not, women should be doing whatever they can. I didn't, and it really scares me to think what might have happened if I hadn't accidentally felt that lump when I did.

So, no matter your age, do a self-exam monthly. If you're between 35 and 40, get a mammogram — this can be used as a baseline to compare your future mammograms to, which you should have every year once you're 40. If you're at high risk, talk to your doctor about also getting sonograms or an MRI, too.

I had it pretty "easy" with my treatment, in part because it was found fairly early. But I've seen what this disease can do, and it doesn't care how old you are, if you have children, if you're married or not, or what you've accomplished — or could yet do — with your life. Since I joined my support group, we've lost 4 members to cancer, and another is fighting for her life. So don't screw around with your chances.

I love it

Before:

And after:

Randy Pausch

Randy Pausch, a terminally ill professor whose earnest farewell lecture at Carnegie Mellon University became an Internet phenomenon and bestselling book that turned him into a symbol for living and dying well, died Friday. He was 47

Roadshow pic

Finally, here's our pic from the Antiques Roadshow (I think they caught me before I was really ready):

A nice end to the day

Man, I'm stuffed. Mom & I are back from having dinner at Stroud's, not too far from the campground. They're known for their pan-fried chicken, and man, was it good. I ate way too much, though, and feel like I can't move.

The afternoon was pretty rainy, so we kind of waited it out until about 3:30, then went to Botanica, which has about two dozen different gardens. It was really pretty amazing. They didn't have their fountains going because Wichita is having some kind of water problem, but the grounds are really beautiful. They seem to really like lantana, which Mom does too. She has several in the front garden at home along the sidewalk. It was neat to pick up some ideas of what else I could plant at home, too. We got rained on a bit, but it also was nice and cool to stroll the gardens.

We'll head home sometime in the morning. It's been a nice break from the routine.

That was fast

Well, our "Antiques Roadshow" experience is over. It's really pretty fast and efficient the way they have it set up. Our ticket entry time was 8 a.m., although we went early, getting to there about 7:15 (in the pouring rain) or so, and we were done by 8:30. I imagine that later in the day, you probably end up waiting a lot more, though, as they had the place set up so lines could wind around and around and around before you get to the actual appraisal area.

I took the sketchbook of the African safari, and the appraiser was real interested in it, but she also had a time making out the artist's signature. She had a laptop to look up information, and found someone who might be the artist, but that's not 100 percent certain, since she couldn't compare the signatures on the computer images too well with what was on the book. But she liked the detail of the work in the book, and appraised it at a decent number. Not enough to quit my job, or even pay off the car if I wanted to sell it (which I don't), but it gives me an idea.

She also looked at Mom's watercolor painting, and she really liked that. She conferred with another appraiser, and for a moment I thought they might want to put her TV with it, but it didn't turn out that way. Mom also had some family jewelry looked at, and that turned out about the way she thought, she said. So no big surprise treasures for us, but we had a good time.

The local PBS station was there, and we had our photo taken. They'll have that available for download late next week, so check back Thursday or Friday to see! And I won an Antiques Roadshow tour T-shirt!

Afterwards, we walked around Wichita's Old Town for awhile and had breakfast at a little soda fountain/cafe that's been there since the early 30s. It's ironic we have to go east to Wichita to find a good dish with New Mexico green chiles. Now we're just crashing in the camper and maybe we'll do something later on.

Three years and counting

Today was another in my six-month checkups with my oncologist. And everything is pretty good. The X-ray and mammo are good, and my blood test was "perfect," she said. I did discuss with her the fact I seem to have had an upset stomach more often than usual for the past month or so, and she decided I should have one more exam -- a colonoscopy. Yeah, fun times ahead! Oh, I did get a rectal exam while there too. That was OK. Well, the results were OK, the procedure wasn't something to look forward to.

When I got back to work, I told my co-workers who were there everything was good, but a couple of them were out for the afternoon, so we still need to do our celebratory ice cream run. I see my surgeon tomorrow, but that should go well, too, so maybe we'll do it afterwards.

I checked on my blog at work, because I knew it was close to when I first found out I had cancer. I was thinking it was the 18th. But it's not. It was today. Three years ago this afternoon, I got my biopsy, and Dr. K said she could tell with near-certainty that it was cancer. It hit me hard, reading that blog entry again. I had to step outside for a bit, in fact. Three years. And I'm doing fine.

All right!

Rock in America

Almost forgot about the best part of my July 4 weekend. Night Ranger played in concert here Thursday night, and it was totally awesome! They weren't the biggest band of the 80s, but I had forgotton just how many good songs they really had (and of course, as soon as I got home I downloaded their greatest hits album). And they still put on a great show, even if Jack Blades seems to like the sound of his own voice. Forgot the comedy, man, and just play the music.

They did a terrific version of "Goodbye," first introducing the piano player, Chicago's Christian Matthew Cullen, who played a few minutes of blues, and then went into the song, with Kelly Keagy on the vocals, accompanied through most of it by just the piano. And then BAM! the rest of the band joined in full-force for the end. Great work on a great song. I don't know that I cared that much for the one new song they played off their new album "Hole in the Sun." And on the video screens they had some weird animated dancing robots that without any kind of context didn't make much sense.

Best of the night had to be their best-known song, "Sister Christian," which of course they saved for the encore. I was sitting about midway through the seating area and you could easily hear the audience singing along through the whole thing. They finished off the night with "You Can Still Rock in America." Overall, it was better than I expected. A lot of times at this festival, they get the "old washed-up rock stars tour," but these guys are far above that.

Oh, and the guitarist, Brad Gillis? Damn hot. He was walking through the crowd before the show and was about 10 feet away from me several times. I didn't realize who he was until he was onstage, though; I just thought he was another guy on the crew because the guy he was walking around with had "roadie" written all over him. If only I'd known.

Some updates

Did a little updating around here today. And everytime I try to change or add to my quotes of the day, the code gets screwed up. I messed around with it for a couple hours this afternoon, and couldn't figure it out, so for now, it's going to stay blank. If any of you know anything about javascript feel free to take a look at the source code and tell me where I screwed up, cause I sure as hell can't see it.

I added a blogroll to the right-hand column, too. There's some I like to read for health information and various tips and tricks about life and work. Karen is a former co-worker/friend who recently quit the newspaper to follow her own path (go, Karen!) ... oh, and she's marrying that Erik guy in the title of their blog. And then there's my mom's travel blog. She only posts when she's on the road, and that won't be for awhile, but you can catch up on her past couple of trips.

Kriss Carr did the documentary "Crazy Sexy Cancer," in which she takes you along on her journey after finding out she has an incurable form of cancer. It aired on TLC and is available on DVD. You should check it out, if you haven't seen it. Diablo Cody is the Oscar-winning writer of the movie "Juno" (which one of these days, I'll get around to commenting on). Her blog just rocks. Julia Sweeney you might remember from "Saturday Night Live" some years back. She's got some new and different projects. And she had cancer, too.

Then there's a few journalism blogs I like to read (although they're somewhat depressing these days). Most are about copy editing. Best among them are Common Sense Journalism, Blogslot and You Don't Say (I worship John McIntyre). Then there's also a couple of colleagues I keep in touch with. Scott Aust is a contributor to the Rapid City Journal's Mount Blogmore, and Down the Road is Joy Leiker's blog of her coverage area for the Muncie, Ind., newspaper.

Anyway, that's the updates. Hope to get those quotes working again before long.

I are a college graduate!

Just took the online quizzes for the field trip classes I took this last week to finish out a bachelor of general studies degree. And I passed. Looks like I've got a degree.

Or I will come May, since there's only one graduation a year.

Classes are done!

Well, I'm on my way to finishing my degree. On Sunday and today, I took the two one-hour credit geology field trips to finish out my bachelor's degree as a Bachelor of General Studies. All I have to do is take the quizzes online (I'll probably do that tomorrow) and score at least 60%, which should be pretty easy.

The classes were actually fun. Today's was a trip to sites across the northern part of the county, and it was interesting to learn about where I live. I'll probably look at everything differently now that I know more about the different types of rocks and minerals we have here and how and when they were formed. The previous trip was to a nearby reservoir. There we learned about some of the older types of rock formations and also stopped at the site of a sinkhole that has caused problems along the interstate over the years.

It really is pretty country, too. Everyone thinks Kansas is really flat, but those are the folks probably seeing it just from the interstate or the air. Get on the back roads, and there's some rugged, beautiful sites. One place we went to today was probably one of the highest points in the county. You could stand on the hill and see miles and miles of green hills and pastures and big, open sky.

After this, then what? I'm not entirely sure yet. Graduate school's still a possibility, but I need to find out some more info. I do need something different, though, because I just can't say I feel all that secure about my job. I'm almost certain that, at best, in three years my job won't be there. After all, who needs a page designer if there's just not as many pages to design? I really don't see newspapers the size I'm working at continuing to be published on a daily basis on paper. Online, sure, but you don't need a lot of people to put a Web site together, once it's there. So I guess I'm in search of something new. Just wish I knew what it was!

So long, George

I was really shocked this morning when I heard this morning that George Carlin had died. I mean, yeah, he was 71, but he just seemed like one of those people who would always be around, someone bigger than life. Someone this world needed. Maybe it's because I became a fan at an early age, when we got HBO when I was around 9 and he was already a huge name. I quickly got hooked on all the comedy specials and would stay up late on weekends and during the summers to watch them again and again and again and again.

It wasn't just the "dirty" stuff that appealed to me. Most especially with Carlin, it was how he was able to pick out the absurdities of life, our language and our world. And no one group was off-limits to him. He made me think. I didn't always agree with what he said, and didn't always like what he said, but I was always amazed that he just came out and said it. And I always laughed.

So have a few laughs, courtesy of the late, great genius:

Honesty may be the best policy, but it's important to remember that apparently, by elimination, dishonesty is the second-best policy.

The very existence of flamethrowers proves that some time, somewhere, someone said to themselves, "You know, I want to set those people over there on fire, but I'm just not close enough to get the job done."

Well, if crime fighters fight crime and fire fighters fight fire, what do freedom fighters fight? They never mention that part to us, do they?

When someone asks you, A penny for your thoughts, and you put your two cents in, what happens to the other penny?

I thought about how mothers feed their babies with tiny little spoons and forks so I wondered, what do Chinese mothers use? Toothpicks?

"I am" is reportedly the shortest sentence in the English language. Could it be that "I do" is the longest sentence?

And there's some excellent clips of his routines here. "Feminist Blowjob" is one of the best.

New photos

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Originally uploaded by junogle.

Took a few pictures around the garden this morning. Here's the butterfly weed that took hold under the pecan tree last year. It's really doing well there, along with the hosta. And out front, Mom's poker plants are looking just incredible -- so many blooms!

What a weekend

Ever read about someone who survived a hit by a tornado, and they say "It sounded like a freight train"?

It sure does.

Friday night, two tornadoes hit my little town. There wasn't a lot of serious damage, and no really serious injuries, but it was awful scary.

The storms started building up to our southwest, with reports of rotation and funnel clouds, along with heavy rain and large hail. Mom and I got our "storm shelter" prepared. I put that in quotes because our best shelter here at the house is probably one of our closets -- walk-in with no windows, and somewhat centrally located. So we put the computers, some valuables and blankets in there, along with Buster's leash. We already have a storage bin filled with emergency supplies, and I have a battery operated radio.

Then the TV and radio people announced there was a confirmed tornado at the nearby reservoir. It's about 8 miles away as the crow -- or tornado -- flies, so we knew it was time to get in the closet and shut the door. It was just a bit cramped in there with Mom, Buster and I. We kept the TV in my bedroom on since they were giving better information. The first reports said the tornado should be at our town at about 8:07 -- giving us about 20 minutes warning. Then they kept pushing it back -- 8:11, 8:14. The rain was falling hard, and there was some small hail. We heard the TV weather man say the tornado should be right over town as he was speaking, but it hadn't reached us yet.

And there was another one behind it.

Then everything went black.

Mom turned on the lamp we had with us and we listened to the radio -- the tornado had been spotted 4 miles southeast of town and was heading right for us (and we live on the southwest edge of town!).

Then it got quiet. The rain stopped. The wind stopped.

And then we heard it. A wooshing noise, like a wind I'd never heard before. It wasn't the throbbing, chugging sound of a freight train, but it had that same dopplar kind of effect, starting quiet and then increasing in intensity. We pulled the blankets over our heads and held onto each and Buster. There was a big THUD against the roof. Then another and another, and the whole house began to shake.

And then it began to fade. We pulled the blankets off of us and tried to breathe a sigh of relief, but it was getting hot. The closet, at least, was all in one piece and we were OK. We didn't quite dare just yet to open the door. We knew the second tornado was on its way. We waiting and listened to the radio for a bit longer.

And then it started again, about 10 or 15 minutes later. Just like before, the total silence. The sound of a big, swirling wind growing closer. Debris thudding against the roof. And then the wind fading.

We waited a few more minutes before we dared to open the door. I was afraid we'd look out my bedroom window and through the lightning flashes see all the trees behind my yard stripped and mangled. But they made it through OK.

We lost one of the willow trees along the creek, and a couple big branches off the old cottonwood, but for the most part, everything was OK. One of the garage doors got bowed out slightly, but it still opens OK. Mom took off to go check on dad and the house and her camper. All were OK.

The neighborhood was mostly OK, too. Al, who lives next door to me, lost his flagpole. A neighbor down the street did have a large tree in their backyard uprooted. It fell on their shed, knocking the carport down on their car. The tree took down some power lines in the alley, but of course power was already out, so no fire danger.

People were coming out of their houses, and we compared notes. It's kind of odd that it takes something like this to bond with your neighbors. We got to know a bit more about those people we just kind of said hi to in passing. At least if this happens again, we know we can run across the street to a neighbor's basement.

Morning came and we took a bit more of an assessment of the damage. Just the willow trees are down, and they didn't really damage anything. I noticed in the afternoon the neighbors had gotten their car out from under the carport after the tree was removed, so it must not have taken too much damage. The high school had a big hole in the roof over the gym, and a house across the street from the school lost a small cinder-block garage. Some windows were blown out across town, and a barn less than a mile north of my house had its roof blown off. The metal roof blew across the street, knocking down the power poles and lines that are a main supply of electricity to town. And crews were out working on it by mid-morning.

Saturday, Mom, Dad and I went into town to get breakfast. Mom had to work, so Dad and I got some ice for the ice chests and a few things to eat, then headed back home and drove around and looked at some of the damage. So was everyone else, of course. That's what you do in a small town. There was a steady flow of traffic to the city's tree limb burn site, with pickups and trailers just full of branches and even tree trunks. I ended up writing a story and taking a few pictures for the paper I work for, then had to work at the hotline from 5 to 10. It was very eerie driving into town when there were very few lights on. On the edge of town, the city's new water plant and the assisted living center next to it both had generators, and the co-op gas station a block down the road did too, and here and there a house with a generator had a light or there were candles flickering in windows, but otherwise it was black and silent.

Sunday, I had to work the hotline from 9 to 5, and Dad called in the early afternoon to tell me the power had been back on for a couple hours. Hooray! But as the afternoon went on, the sky got darker. And yes, we went through it again. This time, no tornado hit town, but there was one spotted north of the town I live in. The co-worker who was to relieve me at 5 p.m. came in about an hour early, just as the storm hit with rain and some hail. She had been out on the golf course and they chased off the golfers because of the lightning, so she came to the office a bit early. We kept our eye on the TV reports of the weather, and listened to the tornado sirens going off, but never had to go for shelter. I stayed about an hour late until the worst of it had passed, and got home about 6:30. Poor Buster seemed pretty happy to see me. I'd been pretty worried about him since storms make him nervous. I was worried about Dad, too, but I was able to talk to him, and I knew he was keeping an eye on things. By the time I got home, I was just exhausted. Fortunately, today I have the whole day off. I'm going to enjoy it. As long as it doesn't cloud up too much.

Here's some pictures I took Saturday:
This is a panoramic shot of the creek at my house Saturday. The willow trees, to the far left, used to lean out over the creek. And all the trees on my side are normally a couple feet above the water level.

A county worker uses a backhoe to remove the trees and limbs that had piled up against the bridge near my house. I woke about 4 a.m. Saturday morning to hear a lot of cracking and crashing. I don't know if it was this stuff hitting the bridge or a tree upstream falling.

The dam at our city lake. Normally, it's probably about 20 feet to the water level on the downstream side of the dam.

This guy lost his garage. This is on the other side of town from where I live, near the high school.

Catch up

So, where to begin? A lot has really been happening.

• Mom and I will be going to Wichita in July for "Antiques Roadshow"! She got tickets and we can each take two items. She's taking a painting she inherited and some jewelry, and I'm taking a sketchbook of an African safari and ... something else. More on this as it draws nearer.
• Buster doesn't seem to like to swim. I had to haul him out of the creek Sunday after he jumped in after some people going by in canoes. He chased them downstream a ways, into the trees on the neighbor's property. He found a good spot to dive in -- and I think he didn't expect it to be as deep as it was -- but then he couldn't find a spot to climb back up out of the creek. So I had to make my way through the trees to where he was and pull him out. It was hard not to laugh at him, even though he was obviously a bit scared of the predicament he'd gotten himself into. Still, he did go in the creek today (in the shallow part) after our walk.
• Piano music does something odd to Buster. Tonight, we had been watching "Antiques Roadshow" on the local PBS station, and afterwards, the station showed a calendar of local events, with some piano music playing underneath. Buster pricked up his ears and started trotting around the house, from the back door to the front door, to my bedroom window, like he was looking for someone. He calmed down after the music stopped.
• Buster was a big help getting through Sunday. It was on Mother's Day last year that Nipper died. I sat under the pecan tree in the backyard, where Nipper and I spent his last afternoon enjoying the warm day and the breeze, with the windsock Mom had put there blowing around us, it's streamers falling down around Nipper's face and back. On Friday evening, I was at that spot planting some flowers there, when a breeze picked up and blew the streamers around my shoulders. Without even thinking, I said, "I miss you, too, Nipper." It really felt like my ol' pup was sending me a hug. Sunday was much the same as it was that Sunday last year, and as I sat there, Buster came and sat beside me. The wind turned and blew the streamers toward Buster, and they settled on his head and shoulders. And that was almost like Nipper saying "He's a good dog, too. He'll watch over you." I'm sure some people will think I'm reading too much into nothing, but that's what it felt like. And I really think love can transcend boundaries -- even the love from a dog.
• I'm doing well health-wise, and so is my family. My support group is another situation, however. One member has had a reoccurance and will begin chemo next week, after having had a mastectomy and surgery to remove a kidney, where a tumor was found. Her prospects, are good, and she's in good spirits. However another member told us at our meeting last week that the doctors told her she has six months to a year to live. She has battling this for almost three years straight. It seemed like she was on good ground and then they found new tumors -- first in her lungs, which went away with chemo, and this latest bout with tumors in her brain. The chemo seemed to be effective a couple months ago, though, as she reported they were shrinking. And then this news. It's kind of hard to take, because she has been so active all throughout these last few years, even with the treatment. She has a teenage son she's raising herself, and she's done a lot for the deaf community, both locally and at the state level. It just ain't right.

Vibrant spring

Spring is in full bloom around here, and it looks to be a good year for the flowers.

The hyacinths are just about faded, and the daffodils are starting to fade, but it looks like my work on the hillside the last few years is paying off. Not only were there a dozen or so blooming daffodils, but it appears we'll have a lot of irises blooming as well. Most of them have been in the ground on the hill for about three years now, so it's nice to see there will be some color there this spring. The mums and the aster I planted there last year are coming back (especially the aster), too, so there should be some late summer/fall color. Now I just need some summer-blooming flowers to put there. Maybe some native flowers that could withstand the sun and heat.

I don't know if it's just me, but the flowering trees around here seem to be much more vibrant this year, especially the redbud trees. There's lots of them around here -- they do very well in the prairie, really -- and it just seems like their blooms are so much more plentiful and vivid than in years past. In fact, we discovered there five of them behind my property. We knew of two --- right near the back gate and a small one down on the creek bank -- but there a few other small ones, too. Not sure if they were there before and just didn't really bloom, or if they're new.

Speaking of trees, while my mom was traveling around the South in late winter/early spring, she fell in love with dogwood trees. So she bought two to bring home! We planted one with pink flowers in the back yard, and the other will go at my dad's house. So hopefully next year, we'll have some pretty flowering trees, too.

F*@#$% brilliant

I don't watch a lot of "South Park" anymore -- too many dull episodes and it got to full of itself after a few years -- but the episode I caught last night, where they lost the Internet, was terrific. One of the kids' families threw everything they owned onto the family SUV because they heard there was still Internet "out Californey way." The "Grapes of Wrath" spin was brilliant.

Even better, though, was the TV newspeople, who had nothing to say because they had no Internet and the anchors resorted to fighting over a fax machine set between them for information to read on the air.