Long Hollow

Thursday?!! What happened to Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday?

When I woke up this morning, light splashed across the livingroom floor, a "good night!" from the full moon who quickly snuggled under the treeline, out of sight.

Then tonight moonlight bathed our metal roof, making it glow. I never get tired of seeing that. One day I'll figure out how to capture a photo of it. For now, you'll just have to imagine it yourselves (or come visit when there's a full moon!)

This has been such a fast week, with very little time at home. Consequently,  my email has piled up... the laundry has piled up...  the dishes have piled up. But I did manage to send a short chapter out to my writing group this morning before work and got started on the laundry.

Before you think I'm complaining, I'll confess that Tom and I are hooked on Breaking Bad (via Netflix) and have watched at least two episodes this week. I rode horses last night and went to dinner and the movies with friends tonight.

I could have said "no, I have work to do", but I figure email, laundry, and dishes will always be there, right? Not necessarily true about husbands, horses, and friends.

The writing, though... I really need to make time for that. Photos, too. I don't think I'll ever get the balance down, but I'll keep trying.

 

Monday I spent the day with TG, mostly getting her settled in a new apartment. It took us hours to complete the move-in checklist - the place was a wreck! Besides being just plain dirty, there were tons of broken things.

I took at least 50 photos and then showed them to the managing company when we turned in the check-list. They really try to take advantage of those students and it makes me mad. But the woman I spoke to seemed as upset as we were and within a couple of days they had taken care of a few of the problems.

While I was downtown, I stopped by the camera shop to have them take a look at my zoom lens, fingers crossed the focusing problem would be an easy fix.

No such luck. The focus mechanism gears appear to be broken, requiring a month-long stay at the factory and a potential chunk out of my checking account. A replacement lens is totally out of the question right now, though, so I'll just pray this vacation does the trick and we have several more years together.

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Dear TV Meteorologists,
Please get inside out of the hurricane. It doesn't impress me to see you trying to stand up in the wind and battered by the rain. It just makes me question your intelligence. I really don't want to see you hit in the head and killed by debris, or swept away in a flood, and have to live with that memory. 
Thank you.

I posted that on Facebook yesterday in a fit of frustration after watching Al Roker and some other guy struggle in the wind and rain of Hurricane Isaac while telling us how the wind was so strong it knocked down a piece of concrete culvert.

Yikes! 

I've been trying to keep an eye on Hurricane Isaac, praying for family and friends in Louisiana, but geez, those silly weathermen make me want to just turn off the television. What about you?

(So far everyone I know seems to have come through with minimal damage, thank goodness.)

 

 

 

I've been up before dawn every day this week, walking the puppies in the pink light of a new day. Both of Max's hind legs drag a little now and he has the bony hips that come with old age.

But he still grins and teases Belle, making her blast off and run rings around us until she's spent. He's still a happy dog and doesn't appear to be in any pain. For that I'm grateful. 

 

 

 

 

Horses, Photography, and other sweet!s

Thursday I was blessed to take some photographs for my new friend Lisa who needs to sell one of her Arabian colts. I know she doesn't want to sell that beautiful baby, but she's trying to be practical. 

She plans to post my photos in several places, which might lead to more horse photography gigs for me. Sweet and double sweet! 

For some reason, I expected to be photographing baby horses... but instead she introduced me to two long-legged teenagers, full of sass, showing off, but still needing their mommas. 

 

The magic of their beauty and energy erased any lingering fear of horses; I stood in the middle of the pasture, snapping photos as they bolted, trotted, kicked, pranced, and reared around me.

 

Aren't they gorgeous?  I'll post more later on my photography site.

 

And now, here are a few more sweet!s from this past week. I admit I haven't been as good about writing them down, but the important thing is I can feel them in my heart. I hope you have the same feeling, like your week was full of sweet! moments, even if you can't remember what they were.. 

 

Monday: riding a sweetheart horse named Ryan; teenagers excited to see you riding down their street on a horse and running after you to pet it; drinking a cold beer after a long ride; getting to know new friends

Tuesday: calls from your sweet sister and a friend;  catching up with another dear friend; cards in the mailbox, full of love, support, and condolences on the death of your Pop

Wednesday: riding horses along trails in a valley; horse nuzzles and nibbles; real creative progress on your book; an offer for a photography gig

Thursday: tiny yellow, white, and purple flowers blooming along the road, despite the heat and drought; discovering that people are still sharing their experiences on Jobs4Autism.com; photographing sassy colts; wiggly, happy dogs 

Friday: your puppy's face watching for you in the morning through the French doors; a call from a stranger, knowing you'll help them find a ride to church; Darla's cooking and dinner with sweet friends; old weiner dogs; moonlight splashing on your livingroom floor

 

Saturday: your old puppy's face when he's swimming; 2/3 of your kids home; great advice and support from family and friends for your photography business; watching more "Breaking Bad" episodes with your hubby

Sunday: attending Mass with your husband and son; familiar faces showing up to eat at the winery where you work; laughing with your kids at your husband's old photos, especially those of his old girlfriends; your sister taking the time to play with business card designs for you; more "Breaking Bad" episodes; getting to bed before midnight for the first time in weeks

Monday: walking at sunrise for the first time in weeks; dog kisses; your old puppy finally eating all of his food and supplements for you 

 

 

There was never a night or a problem that could defeat sunrise or hope.

~ Bern Williams 

 

 

 

 

Forty-Three Years Later...

 

There is something about the outside of a horse that is good for the inside of a man. 

~Winston Churchill

 

Forty-three years ago I said goodbye to Clyde, our beautiful Welsh pony. Well, technically Clyde was my brother's horse, but I loved him, and spent hours (it seemed) loping through the horse pasture pretending I was a cowboy.

(Yes, "cowboy" because they were the only ones on TV wearing jeans - not dresses - and having any fun!)

 

I was ten, fearless, and seriously horse-crazy, but, unfortunately, also severely asthmatic. Both hay and horses would get me wheezing. All too often, by the time Clyde was saddled I'd be so choked up I couldn't ride, so when my brother became more interested in girls than horses, my parents sold Clyde. 

My sweet older sister knew how much I missed him and found places for me to ride, but I was only allowed to walk the horses around a pasture. Nothing exhilarating or 'cowboy-like' about that...

It seemed my riding days were over, except for a couple of trail rides in Colorado and Montana with my kids years later... a little more exciting than walking around a pasture, but not much, although my fearlessness had dissipated - horses actually made me nervous! They were so big! Walking nose to tail was just fine with me, thank you.

And then Lisa, Fancy, and Ryan walked into my life. Lisa lives up the road (and the hill, and around a few bends) from me.

Remember that day last month when we were chasing Miss Bessie through the Hollow? Coincidentally, Lisa also appeared on our road, riding Fancy. A friend of hers rode Ryan, her ten-year-old daughter's horse, because her daughter had had surgery and Lisa needed help exercising the horses.

Me! Me! Oh, pick me!

She did!

I've ridden two evenings this week. Yes, I was a little nervous at first, but Ryan is such a sweetheart that when he took off trotting for the first time my heart only raced for a few seconds. He mostly plods along behind Fancy, Lisa's horse, but when we head uphill, he loves to trot and pass her up. I swear he even stretched into a lope for a few seconds.

 

Lisa is a great teacher, reminding me of things buried deep in my memory, like how to get on and off and get them to stop and turn. Important things. But she does it without making me feel stupid. 

Thank you, Lisa!

And on our ride tonight, exploring dirt roads that twist up and down and around these cedar-covered hills in our neighborhood, I could feel that ten-year-old horse-lovin' wannabe-cowboy, er, cowgirl, waking up inside me, the one who always had her nose in a horse book, like "Black Beauty" or "Misty of Chincoteague", whose bedroom was filled with horse statues, whose favorite weekend ever was still the one she spent riding horses on her friend's grandmother's farm when she was nine. 

I think Ryan and Fancy recognized that ten-year-old, too, because they both nuzzled me after the ride. Well, Ryan just used my arm as a scratching post for his forehead, but he also gave my hand a little smooch and Fancy really did nuzzle my hair, blowing softly. 

Yes, I'm in love again.

 

 

 

To ride a horse is to ride the sky. 

~Author Unknown

 

 

No hour of life is wasted that is spent in the saddle. 

~Winston Churchill

 

 

Horses lend us the wings we lack. 

~Author Unknown

 

Thirty Years and other sweet!s

Last Monday Tom and I celebrated our thirtieth anniversary.

(Yikes! Thirty years??!!)

Because of circumstances, we didn't have time to buy each other a card, much less a gift, but his youngest brother and his wife surprised us with a cake, a dozen beautiful salmon-colored roses, a six-pack of Shiner Bock, and a funny anniversary card signed by everyone. 

Later, after the Rosary and visitation for Pop, we shared an intimate Mexican food dinner with forty-plus other Shallue relatives. And sometime that day (or maybe the next... they all blurred together) he serenaded me with Leon Russell's "A Song for You", one of our favorites.

Father Don presented us with a certificate from the diocese this morning, congratulating us for sticking it out through thick and thin for thirty years. After Mass, a woman told me the first thirty are the hardest. She then shared (with tears in her eyes) that her husband died soon after their thirty-first anniversary.

I promised her and myself that I wouldn't take a single day for granted, but would give thanks for each day Tom and I have together from here on out.

I hope she's right about the toughest part being behind us, though. Lord have mercy, Tom can irritate me, and I know I drive him at least a teensy bit crazy.

But thirty years, three kids, and a good balance of tears and laughter equals lots and lots and lots of love.  We're blessed, and we know it. I think we might just make it.

 

Here are some other sweet! moments from the past week:

 

Saturday: spotting a little girl wearing Minnie Mouse ears in church; your kids stopping to visit your parents in Houston on their way to Florida

Sunday: your kids arriving in Florida, safe and sound, without killing each other; being surrounded by family, watching the closing ceremony of the Olympics, and playing cards  

Monday: remembering your wedding day; a photo shoot of your nephew and his very pregnant wife on the beach; anniversary surprises from your in-laws; joining with family to pray the Rosary for your father-in-law; dinner with forty-plus relatives, all at the same table (well, several joined to make one)

 

 

 

Tuesday: words of comfort at your father-in-law's funeral; friends who support you during sad times; a Twenty-One Gun Salute; helping to celebrate your nephew's 12th birthday; cheesecake; sisters-in-law

Wednesday: a rainbow in the sky on your way to church; a call from a dear friend; winning three games of 3-13; helping to celebrate your brother-in-law's 51st birthday; a call that your kids made it back home; safe and sound; friends who care for your puppies when you have to be away

Thursday: running after a week of sitting; more 3-13 and laughter with family; looking back at the photos of family over the past month

Friday: drinking coffee from Pop's thermos; clear skies for your drive home; a detour for lunch (and hugs and kisses) with your parents; the first sight of home, after two weeks away

Saturday: a morning walk with your puppies for the first time in two weeks; a few hours to catch up on bills and laundry before heading to work; a homemade caramel and chocolate dessert; falling in bed after 7 hours on your feet

Sunday: a blessing from your church family for your thirtieth anniversary; chef-prepared fried redfish, mushrooms, broccoli, and cauliflower

 

...and don't forget it!

Sweets...Sorrows

Pop passed away early Thursday afternoon.

Those words are so hard to type; I couldn't do it here before today.

Thank you for all of the prayers and light sent his way, and ours. We believe his passing, and the way he passed, was an answer to prayers, probably even his own... so peaceful, his sons and beloved wife of 60 years by his side, holding his hands, whispering their love, letting him go to the next life, painfree and joyful.

These fragile bodies of ours aren't meant to last forever - what more could we ask?

I have heard about the Angels of Hospice, but this was my first experience with the loving care, consideration and respect they pour upon patients and their families. If you ever doubt there is goodness in the world, spend a day in a hospice center and your faith will be restored. I believe every member of the staff of Covenant Hospice in West Florida Hospital in Pensacola, from the doctor to the woman who mopped the floors, is an angel.

This week has been a blur, but moments of sweetness still swirled through the sorrow... 

.....arriving in time to whisper your love and say goodbye to your dear father-in-law; listening to childhood stories of your husband and brothers that trigger a laugh from their dad; supporting your husband, his brothers, and your mother-in-law when their hearts are breaking; the loving care of hospice workers; calls and messages of love and prayers from friends and family; the fierce love of sons for their father and mother

Thank you again for your sweet messages and prayers, and please keep them coming as Mom, Tom, and his brothers adjust to life without Pop.

Kenneth Peter Shallue, beloved husband and father, passed from this life on Thursday, August 9, 2012. Born on September 9, 1929, he is survived by his wife of 60 years, Mary (Janie) Shallue and nine sons, Kenneth (Cathy), Randall (Mary Lou), Thomas (Barbara), Steven (Kim), Joseph (Erin), Russell (Laura), Michael (Lisa), Robert (Joan), and John (Yadira), as well as siblings Dorothy Place (Greg), Mary Jane Andrastik (Ron), Patrick Shallue (Judy), Larry Shallue (Cathy), Michael Shallue (Paulette), Danny Shallue (Cathy), and Charles Shallue (Mary). Twenty-seven grandchildren and four great-grandchildren will also miss playing cards and fishing with their Pop-Pop.
MSGT Shallue retired from the USAF in 1972. He was an active Knight of Council 7027 and a 4th Degree member of Assembly 2823 with the Knights of Columbus of Milton.

To read more about Pop, read The Leader of the Pack I wrote in honor of his birthday three years ago.

Rest in peace, Pop. I love you and I'm going to miss seeing that twinkle in your eye.

O my God, fill my soul with holy joy,
courage and strength to serve you.
Enkindle your love in me and then walk with me
along the next stretch of road before me.
I do not see very far ahead, but when I have arrived
where the horizon now closes down,
a new prospect will open before me,
and I shall meet it with peace. Amen.

- St. Teresa Benedicta of the Cross

 

Fathers-in-law, prayers, and other blessings

Tom was sitting on the porch swing when I came home late last night after a double shift at the winery.

The look on his face let me know something was wrong, but several long seconds went by before he was able to tell me what it was: his father had suffered a stroke that morning, and the prognosis wasn't good.

This morning we received some positive news, but much prayer is still needed. Would you mind stopping a moment right now and saying one for our sweet Pop, Ken Shallue? While you're at it, please slip in a few extras for Tom, his mom, and eight brothers.

Thank you so, so much.

 

Just a fraction of the Shallue clan gathered in Florida last week, related by birth or marriage to that wonderful couple in the middle. 

 

And now, here are a few of the sweet!s I listed from the past week...

 

Tuesday: your mom and dad finally finding a good doctor and getting treatment of their summer colds; being able to stay home all day and move closer to getting caught up on things

Wednesday: getting re-blonded; watching your son try to lasso a stray cow in the brush at night; a beautiful full moon right at dusk 

Thursday: horses and new friends on your country road; an offer to ride a neighbor's horse; a 5-hour lunch with a friend at a restaurant overlooking the lake; your stray cow watered, fed, and taken to a good pasture; your puppies in the house for hours with no accidents

Friday: running into neighbors you rarely see on your morning walk; a block of time for writing; putting out the fire you started on your grill before it has a chance to spread (whew!); watching two more episodes of Breaking Bad with your hubby

Saturday: time for a walk with your puppies before heading to work at a winery on a beautiful morning; a couple celebrating their 10th anniversary dressed in their wedding clothes; another couple celebrating their 60th wedding annniversary at the winery, even if they're not dressed in their wedding clothes; tons of prayer for your father-in-law, who you discover had a stroke earlier in the day, but your husband didn't let you know because he didn't want to upset you while you were at work

Sunday: positive news about your father-in-law; love and prayers from friends for your family; attending Mass with your husband and son

 

Thank you again for your prayers. I hope you have a week full of sweet!s and remember not to take the blessings in your life for granted.

Rhythm and Routines, Detours and Diversions

 

I had finally found a daily rhythm of morning pages, photography, writing, and blogging, all balanced between dog care and house care and working out and sleeping and Breaking Bad and pastoral council duties and trying to spread the news about our upcoming high school reunion and hanging out with my hubby and helping my kids and filling out job applications.

And then... kids moved home. We went on vacation. A cow showed up in our "back yard".

I haven't even tried to get back into a rhythm or routine yet, just keep bouncing wildly from one activity/project to another in my own pinball machine world until I finally run out of steam around midnight, feeling like I haven't accomplished much of anything. 

But I remember that what I love about life are the surprises and detours and diversions, like kids and vacations and cows.

So when my dear friend Tamara emailed that she would be in town this week and how about meeting for lunch at the Oasis,  of course I said yes. 

I can be smart that way.

Spending time with friends is one of my favorite diversions.

 

 

Years ago, the Oasis was just a restaurant perched on a hill overlooking Lake Travis. It had an outdoor area with a dance floor. I watched Rotel and the Hot Tomatoes perform there once.

Then it burned down.

This was my first visit back since it was rebuilt and HOLY COW! it's not just a restaurant with a dance floor anymore. It's a little village, filled with restaurants and unique art and gift shops and photography galleries and wine bars. We were there almost 5 hours, talking and browsing the shops after we finished eating.

 

 

We pretty much had the place to ourselves, which I liked, but I bet it's a hoppin' place at night! I'm ready to find out!

 

Meet Bessie

I'm interrupting my vacation slideshow for some breaking news here in the Hollow: We have a cow!

 

 

Well, she's not actually ours. We're not even sure where she came from or how long she's been hanging around. We just spotted her wandering along the creek yesterday evening.

 

 

All of the land around us use to be ranch land. Our ponds are really just watering holes, created when a rancher dammed up Long Hollow Creek years ago. But no one in our immediate area owns cows now. 

 

 

She doesn't have a tag or brand. We can see she's a milker, but she doesn't seem to be producing milk now. But believe me, I'm no cow expert, that's for sure!

 

 

I hope someone didn't just dump her out here. Do people dump cows when they get old or stop producing milk?

 

 

Perhaps she just wandered through a break in some faraway fence, munching on grass until she looked up and realized she didn't know where the heck she was. Maybe she was drawn here by stories her parents told her about a sometimes-flowing creek and fields of green weeds. Maybe she decided to reclaim her ancestral territory.

Okay, I'll stop.

 

 

I wish we could keep Bessie. However she got here, she's one tough cow.

But she's so skinny, and we know nothing about cows, so we called the Sheriff's department who contacted some real cowboys who I guess..I hope...will round her up and take her to a good place.

I'll keep you posted...

 

Cardsharks

 

“We cannot change the cards we are dealt, just how we play the hand.”

~ Randy Pausch

 

When the Shallue clan gets together, you can count on a deck or two of cards appearing on the scene. 

You can also count on Tom not shaving when he's on vacation.

It was great spending time with Pop without having to go to the hospital.

His doctors finally found the right recipe to make his red blood count move up instead of down. Hallelujah!!

 

Cribbage is taken very seriously by the Shallue's.

Once, years ago when our power was knocked out during a hurricane, Tom taught me to play.

I won without really totally understanding what the heck I was doing. He says I skunked him twice. That irritated him so much, as soon as the power came back on, he flopped down in front of the television and we've never played a game of cribbage since.

Yes, they take it very seriously. I hope my kids were paying attention.

 

We also play a lot of 3-13.

It's a great game for large groups, pulling you together to talk trash, laugh, and catch up on the months (or years) since you last saw each other. 

Tom's youngest brother John wanted his in-laws to meet the rest of the family, so he brought them along to the reunion. They picked up 3-13 fast, simultaneously discovering how crazy we all are, despite the language barrier (they don't speak English, and other than John and his family, the rest of us can't claim to speak more than a spattering of Spanish.)

 

Have you discovered Apples to Apples yet? FDIL (future daughter-in-law) Kirby brought it along and it was a hit with the youngsters, as you can see.

They even let some of us old folks play. 

I have no photos of the game of Spoons that popped up late on the last night of vacation, so I'm not going to say much about it or mention the tequila that appeared about the same time.

I learned how to play, but then remembered how early I needed to wake up to hit the road, and how old I was and how much I liked to sleep, so I went on to bed, soothed by a lullaby of beloved voices and laughter (and the clank of spoons and shotglasses) not far away. 

Isn't family wonderful?

(Does your family have any traditions or certain games you play when you all get together? Share!)