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A Walk on the Wild Side

2017-08-30 01:02:23 gwynn-rogers

 

 

The big day arrived for me to head to our family reunion down at Millersylvania State Park in Olympia.  The family chose this new location as it split the distance between Portland and Port Townsend for various family members. I was ecstatic about enjoying a long visit with the family who I rarely see.

Since the younger family members love to camp, the park is filled with approximately 250 secluded camp sites surrounded by a forest of enormous Western Fir and Cedar trees, 8.6 miles of trails for hiking and biking, and an ice, cold lake for the kids to rollick in.  Heck, the families’ dogs ecstatically sniffed the large, leafy shrubs surrounding the camp site. The park even supplied amenities for us elder people like an outside beer garden and a sandwich bar, not far from the lake.

The weekend in July that we decided to meet was glorious, yet the trees were so tall and thick that I nearly couldn’t see the sky or the sun. The shade made our sunny day quite dark and cool. Then with a name like Millersylvania I kept wondering if I would run into Werewolves, Frankenstein, Dracula, or vampires out there in the dark woods.

Since the reunion was set for a weekend, the younger family members arrived a day or two early to throw their tents up in order to enjoy being out in the wilderness. The forestry was so dense that you couldn’t see the tents on the sites surrounding you. Fortunately the family members had the opportunity to wander around and become acquainted with the area without getting lost while exploring the trails around the park, unlike me as I was only visiting for a few hours on Saturday.

When I arrived the kids were off exploring and hiking around the area, but one of the cousins remained at the campsite as he had been feeling ill, so I sat on a log to chat with him until the remainder of the family returned.  As the family finally showed up at the Group Camp site I enjoyed receiving hugs and chatting with everyone.  Holy Smokes the grandkids had grown and our eldest is now 6’5”.  The consensus among the young people was that after lunch they wanted to head to the lake to canoe and swim. The older family members were heading to the beer garden and sandwich bar… except me as I wanted time to visit with my kids and my grandkids.

After gobbling down lunch, we took a circuitous route to the lake and the other family members split off heading for the beer and sandwich garden.  When we arrived at the lake the children promptly jumped in splashing around in the cold lake. Water fights pursued as well as some of the kids relaxing on the water mattresses.

 

Some of the teenagers took off in a canoe, while others grabbed a paddle board, and a pedal boat that you pedaled like a bicycle.  I sat on the shore chatting with my son and my daughter as they played with their small kids in the water. After a long visit, I decided it would be fun to gossip with the cousins that had headed to the beer and sandwich garden.  I didn’t want to walk the circuitous route back as I felt that I had a straight shot through the woods and campsites, so I would connect with the cousins that way. I shouldn’t have any problems finding my way back, right?  Since my son had his hands full with his three year old daughter and his one year old son, I decided I would take Leo, my son’s dog back with me.  Now, Leo is not exactly a tiny little lap dog.  He is a combination of Rottweiler, American Bulldog, and Boxer, so he is a feisty 100 plus pounds of determination with a mind of his own!

Because my son had rescued Leo from a shelter when Leo was approximately a year old, Leo is extremely attached to my son and his family as Leo is now nearly six years old.  Since I don’t see the kids very often, Leo does not know me very well, so Leo was concerned about being away from his family.  Needless to say Leo often would express a desire to go in a different direction.  Ever have a tug of war with over a 100 pound dog?

Ok, now the fun part here is that I assumed that the sandwich bar was not that far away, especially if I attempted a “straight” shot through the woods.  Now, I do LOVE walking, but it has been a long time since I have wandered through a wooded area.  I had forgotten about tree roots and the mounds of earth, so I was bouncing around like a buggy going over a rocky road.  Oh yes, and Leo periodically yanked me in the opposite direction, “I want to go THAT way, and NOT your way!” so I had to convince Leo that I was ruler.  After pulling on Leo, I’m now convinced that my right arm is about two feet longer than my left arm. Then after about an hour of walking through the trees and around various campsites, Leo and I STILL had NOT found our campsite OR the sandwich bar.  So much for that “straight, easy shot” back.

Consequently, I started stopping at campsites asking for directions but the other campers were as unsure of their way around the park as I was, so I was sent in a variety of directions, none of which helped me find my destination.  One woman was kind enough to even give me a map of the State Park, but it did NOT have an “X” marking the spot saying “You are HERE!”  I would have LOVED to have owned one of those Life Alert buttons so I could press it and say, “I’m LOST and can’t find home!”

After yo-yoing back and forth, I’m convinced that I explored all 8.6 miles around the State Park and I was singing “Round and round we go, where we stop, nobody knows!”  I finally pulled out my cell phone and called my daughter.  “Hi Hon, I’m LOST, will you come find me?”  I looked up as my daughter leisurely strolled around the corner saying, “We are right over here, mom.”  I can’t tell you how many times I must have walked past the area close to where the family camp site was located but didn’t see them.  But after an hour and a half I felt like I had been drawn and quartered, from Leo’s yanking on his leash and my bouncing and stumbling over tree roots.  I now know about walking on the Wild Side! The worst part is that since I had two hours to drive home, I only had about 15 minutes for my “long” talk with the cousins.

I can promise you that when I arrived home, I was VERY sore, but after taking a couple of Tylenol and rubbing Arnicare Gel all over my body, I definitely did sleep well that night.

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Kids Say the Darndest Things...

2017-06-25 18:34:10 gwynn-rogers

 

“We find a delight in the beauty and happiness of children that makes the heart too big for the body.”  Ralph Waldo Emerson

“To make other people laugh is no great feat so long as one does not mind whether they are laughing at our wit or at us ourselves.”  Georg Christoph Lichtenberg

Every Thursday morning, I have the pleasure of opening up Poulsbo’s Historic Maritime Museum to acquaint visitors with Poulsbo’s history of logging and fishing.  One particular Thursday morning a gentleman stopped by to ask if it was OK to have groups of boys and girls from the Sons’ of Norway Summer Program visit our museum.  “Of course!” was my response… little did I know what I was letting myself in for!

As the morning grew to afternoon, suddenly a line of 16 little male bodies appeared as they romped and bounced down the sidewalk in as close to single file as young boys can possibly do at their age.  As they entered the museum, their teacher announced “Now, DON’T touch ANYTHING!”

Heck, kids have to have some fun and mischief so I instructed them on how to pump the fog horn so they could alert the ships to the danger of nearby land.  There is nothing like an ear blasting sound to excite the kids.  One after another child worked at pumping the horn to make it roar! I considered taking out my hearing aids.

 

 

 

Additionally, we have a ship’s bell at the “Captain’s Wheel” so I encouraged the boys to ring the bell too.  While the commotion was taking place one little boy walked up to me asking “How tall are you? You sure ARE tall!”  After my answer, he hit me with the next killer question… “How OLD are you?”  When I responded, the young man shrieked, “You SURE ARE TALL for being THAT old!”

 

 

 

Ok, I have white hair, or some might call it “blond” but age is in the eyes of the beholder, as I sure don’t feel old! Evidently, the young man disagreed with my thinking.

My friends laughed with me about my experience, then shared some of their tales.  One friend from my high school days discussed colors with her three year old grandson.  The color, yellow, came up and my friend’s grandson replied, “Like your teeth!”  After my friend picked herself off the ground from embarrassment and laughter, she decided she might need a whitening agent for her teeth after all!

One day another friend was quietly enjoying lunch at his favorite restaurant when a mother and her two young children sat at the table next to him. The one child, a young toddler, sat in a high chair, while the other sibling sat a long side.  The toddler made eye contact with my friend, and then the ESP kicked in as my friend hiccupped!  The toddler hiccupped in response, so the two seemed to communicate through continued hiccups, then the older sibling asked, “May I join in, in your conversation?”  So the three, two children and an older man, hiccupped in response to one another while the mother laughed so hard tears streamed down her face.

Children bring joy to our lives… OK, and some craziness!

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Easter Plate Hunting

2017-04-22 16:56:10 gwynn-rogers

Ever have those nights when you can’t sleep?  Your body aches, your brain won’t stop whirling, you toss and turn, and finally you decide to get up to eat or drink something so you can go back to sleep.

Well, I had one of those nights so I climbed out of bed about 1:00 in the morning stumbling into the kitchen to go drink some almond milk and take a Tylenol.  Since the dishes in the dishwasher were clean I decided to put them away too.  We have a couple of sets of old plates, and one set is missing a plate as it broke years ago, so we only have three plates of that set.  But, when I went to put the plates away my set of three was down to two, a plate was missing.  Now WHERE could it be?

My husband sometimes misplaces things, or maybe he had left his sandwich on it and put it in the refrigerator.  Nope, I checked the refrigerator it wasn’t there.  I checked the other cabinets and drawers.  I could NOT find that missing plate.  Hmmm, maybe my husband broke it accidentally and forgot to tell me.  Ok, so I’ll ask hubby in the morning to see what happened to the plate.

The next morning, as my husband quietly sat and drank his coffee, I asked him what happened to the missing plate.  He said that he was going to put his sandwich on the plate, but decided the plate was too big.  He indicated that he put the plate away.  “Ok, if you put the plate away, why can’t I find it?”  I checked under the sofa, as sometimes when he finishes his meals he puts the plate on the floor. It could slide under a piece of furniture. Maybe it accidentally ended up under a chair or something… NOPE!

By now, I’m about ready to pull my hair out.  At this point, Hubby gets up to heat his oatmeal in the microwave.  He opens the microwave and THERE is the missing plate with his lunch meat, and melted cheese on it.  This means that when he made his lunch the day before, he had toasted his bread and added the extras:  mayonnaise, lettuce, and pickles.  But this is when he decided to use a smaller plate.  He was also engrossed watching the news.  Hubby threw his sandwich together, cut up an apple, and grabbed a couple of chips and sat down to eat his lunch.  He had TOTALLY forgotten to add the important lunch meats and melted cheese to his sandwich.  It NEVER occurred to him that he had forgotten the main part of his sandwich while eating it.  See what happens when you grow old!

Oh well, at least we found the missing plate!

 

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January 2017 - IWSG... The Joy of Caregiving

2017-01-04 16:34:31 gwynn-rogers

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New Year’s Eve’s early morning started off with a BANG, CRASH, and THUD!  I jumped out of bed, ran around the corner of our short hall directly into the living room of our tiny apartment. There sprawled on the floor was my husband.  He had passed out again. We must have looked like an episode of Oliver and Hardy, where Oliver misses a step on the ladder crashing to the ground while Hardy… me runs around in frantic circles.  As my husband lurched toward the floor he hit our oak corner table shoving it into the wall of our tiny apartment.  Now there is a slight indentation in the wall. You can say we have made our impact on the apartment. My mornings frequently start out this way as of Christmas Eve 2015, one year ago.

My friends and I believed that after raising children that our senior years would become easier… the Golden Years. Then Christmas Eve night 2015 while my husband and I were lounging in bed watching TV my husband turns to me uttering, “Call 911!  I can’t take the pain any longer.”

I’m thinking, ‘But this is Christmas Eve. We have plans to enjoy Christmas day with our son.’ So, turning to John I mutter, “How about if I drive you to the hospital?” thinking that we would get to the hospital, the doctor would give John some medicine to settle his tummy, and then we could come home.

My husband evidently didn’t see the confusion in my eyes.  I was scared and concerned for my husband, but I wanted to enjoy Christmas with my family.  John emphatically muttered, “No!  Call 911.  My acid reflux is killing me.”

As it turned out, the ‘acid reflux’ was killing him, but it wasn’t acid reflux.  John had a serious hiatal hernia that was extraordinarily large, twisted around his stomach, pushing into his lung, and turning gangrenous.  To add to the fun, my husband has such extraordinarily low blood pressure that he would stand up and pass out.  I was hoping the doctor and hospital aids would wrap him in bubble wrap.

Now after several surgeries, and a barrage of tests, the doctors still don’t know why John passes out.  Consequently, at night when he gets up and attempts to use the bathroom he may walk a couple of feet along the edge of the bed, start to wobble and bounce like a small child on the bed.  Sometimes he misses the bed and hits the floor.  Sometimes he staggers to the end of the bed and bounces on my legs.  Night after night, and during the early mornings we go through the same routine.

Over the year, John has crashed through a couple of bathroom walls, knocked wooden closet doors off their tract, and banged up his head, back, leg, and shoulder.

My morning consists of getting up before John to get his water, pills, coffee, and oatmeal ready.  I watch as he marches laps up and down our short hall as he works to get the blood circulating to his brain.  Now, after seven months of this morning routine, he is finally able to walk out to the mailbox to get our mail, walk down our few steps to dump our garbage and recycling.

We don’t go out for meals, to visit our grandkids, or to run errands. “WE” is now “Me.”

I’m still wondering WHEN do the Golden Years start?   zany1

This month’s IWSG question is “What writing rule do you wish you had never heard.”  There are two rules that drive me crazy and I’ll bet you can guess from reading my story which two rules they are… “Show don’t tell,” and Write what you know. When I “tell” my stories I see them vividly in my mind… you mean you CAN’T read my mind?

Also, writing what I know… hmmm, WHAT do I know?  I have volunteered forever with organizations that help children because of my dysfunctional family life while growing up.  I keep thinking that if I tell my story people will see what went wrong in my family… so they will do things better and differently.  Also, I admired Erma Bombeck’s style of writing with heart and humor… I hope to “grow up” to be like her… wish me luck.

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December's IWSG - Do I have Writing Goals?

2016-12-07 03:04:53 gwynn-rogers

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Many Thanks to Alex Cavanaugh for starting the Insecure Writer’s Support Group and to my friend, Patricia Garcia, for inviting me to join this supportive group.  I also thank this month’s IWSG co-hosts: Jennifer Hawes, Jen Chandler, Nick Wilford, Juneta Key, JH Moncrieff, Diane Burton, and MJ Fifield.

In regards to December’s IWSG question: In terms of your writing career, where do you see yourself five years from now, and what’s your plan to get there?

Sadly, my writing “career,” if that is what you want to call it is haphazard at best.  Initially, I wanted to write a book about my brother’s sad life, but I realized I had too few facts to create a book.  Then after taking writing classes for various aspects of writing I realized that I am happier writing short stories.  I especially loved Erma Bombeck’s style and wanted to follow in her footsteps.  Sad, but true, in attempting to publish my stories, I realized that the stories that magazines now publish are extremely different than in the “old days,” the stories I used to read.  Despite obstacles, I have managed to publish a few short stories though.

I have a thought about producing a book on Caregiving since I have been caregiving for my husband for a year.  Caregiving is NOT what I thought it would be like!  I suspect other people were surprised about how exhausting and maddening caregiving can be… who would know?

Recently, I received a book, DON’T WRITE YOUR BOOK WITHOUT ME, by Viga Boland.  The opening pages have hooked me right in to thinking about writing about my brother’s and my life again.  Viga’s book is a “page turner” for me as her comments are not the standard… she wants me to “Free fall” —starting with random thoughts rather than using a specific outline.  I like her thinking.

So my goal is to inspire my writing again… to actually accomplish more rather than shoving my writing in the garbage can.

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  1. I am enjoying your musings”very much Gwynn! I am so impressed at your writing and rich life. You believe in yourself. Yes! You are perfect person to find mentors for young people. High quality guidance and encouragement can make or break a child IMHO. what a worthy pursuit. Now. Where oh where is that sophomore social studies paper on the decline of America!! What a treasure it must be. Was that Mr. Stannard? Were you In Honors English, and did you know Shelley Bigelow?

    GREAT idea to post your blog link on Facebook for those of us who need all the help we can get

    • Gwynn Rogers says:

      Somehow your reply snuck in on my blog and it didn’t tell me. Sorry for the late response. As for finding mentors, because of the economy most of the mentoring programs have gone POOF… sadly. So I’m struggling to find some new mischief to get into! As to that sophomore social studies paper, I had good old Mr. Douthwright! Remember him? Now, I nearly fell over laughing… ME in Honors English????? NOOOOOOO, I don’t think so!! I’m a slow bloomer!!! 😉

      Thank you for your kind comments about my writing. It helps being invisible. Plus, I’m in a couple of writing groups and I learn from others.

  2. Solveig says:

    What a great post! I am glad that the tree did not cause any major problems and led to a good friendship. There is something good in everything!

    • Gwynn Rogers says:

      Hi Solveig, It is lovely to see you here. That tree was scary and I’m so glad no one was hurt. It is strange introducing one’s self to your neighbors and asking to remove your tree from their roof. The best part is that due to the structural damage taking place in their roof, before the tree hit, the insurance company got to pay for it. I have been friends with them for about 38 years now.

  3. Nathan Kirby says:

    Excellent essay, Gwynn! I can say from personal experience: you are a natural caregiver. One of the best! You took me right in and what DIDN’T you do to help me out? You were my foster mom. I think you do that with everyone! And you NEVER ask for anything in return, except that people do well.

    You are one of the strongest, most compassionate, empathetic, nurturing people I’ve EVER known! It’s not in your blood: it IS your blood! I’m really surprised you weren’t a doctor or nurse or someone who ran/runs a shelter for abused or wayward people and-or animals. Sometimes such a life has its little rewards. Here I am 22 years later singing your praises to the heavens and thanking you for all you did for me from the bottom of my heart! Hell, I’m upset I can’t get up there to help you move!!

    You’re doing great, Gwynn! No one cares more or better than you! Please keep blazing that ever-growing trail of aided, helped, saved, and eternally grateful people!

    • Gwynn Rogers says:

      Nathan, you are such a wonderful young man. I enjoyed having you around the house. I think you helped us all at the same time. The funny part is that my Numerology all dictates that I AM a caregiver. I guess I was born that way. I LOVE helping people who I care about… you were fun to have around. I truly missed you when you signed up for the Air Force.

      Now you are grown and a caregiver for your father. You and I know how hard this job is and I take my hat off to you. You are doing a ‘stand-up’ job of keeping your father well. Remember to take care of yourself too, as you have one HECK of a job to handle. I’m sending you HUGS!

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About Gwynn

smaller picMy friends pushed me right out of my safe hiding spot, and assured me that my writing and stories deserved to be heard. These stories include fun times and sad times, as I grew up.  They paint a picture of me – define me.

After 20 years of sales and marketing experience in the fields of real estate, high tech, and corporate travel, I have moved on to the career of “Grandma.” When not teaching my granddaughters an extensive vocabulary of “alley-oop-boop, ups-a-daisy, cowabunga or bummer,” I can be found hunting for mentors for the Kitsap Youth Mentoring Consortium, or chasing my fantasies on my treadmill. I currently freelance for magazines.

Also, I wish to thank my friend, William Kahlo Jones, photographer, for the use of his picture for my cover page.  To see more of Bill’s photos go to:  http://fineart.redhillsmedia.com/

 

Bill Jones, Photographer

Bill Jones, Photographer

 

Copyright Gwynn Rogers 2012.  All rights reserved.

 

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  1. Penni Marvel says:

    Gwynn
    These were WONDERFUL and heartwarming to read. You are a blogger! And a writer. GOOD FOR YOU!

    Penni : )

  2. Carol says:

    Immensely grateful for your insight and support—you are an enormous impetus to me–encouragement to face my limitations, real or imagined.

  3. Mary Jo Doig says:

    After hitting and missing you on FB, I finally decided to Follow your blog, Gwynn. Thanks for having me here. I hope your husband is on the other side of his health challenge and look forward to reading your blogs!

    • Gwynn Rogers says:

      Hi Mary Jo, I have been without a computer for over a week. Plus, as you may have noticed I have been remiss in posting as I have a great deal on my plate at the moment. I will attempt to keep up with the 2016 A to Z Blogger’s Challenge. My theme will be caregiving. However, we may be moving in April too so heaven’s knows whether I will finish the Challenge this year. I do have my fingers crossed.

      I DO enjoy reading your notes, but I haven’t seen too many lately. Thanks for connecting with me! I look forward to further chats with you.

  4. Linda Yezak says:

    Okay, kiddo—I don’t know how to reach you any other way, so I’m leaving a message here: I prayed for you the day of your surgery and have held you in my prayers since. Let me know how you’re doing, okay? You have my email address in your form.

    • Gwynn Rogers says:

      Oh Hi Linda! Sorry for taking so long to check my blog. I am surprised that you don’t have my email on your blog. I’ll see if I can respond to you via email. Thanks for your prayers… I’m doing SUPER!!

    • Gwynn Rogers says:

      Oh goodness, Linda, Thank You for your prayers. I am doing amazingly well! Sorry that I didn’t respond sooner. I’ll email you. Gwynn

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