Live from the pitch…the way it’s supposed to be

Southern California as expected. 😁

The unexpected day

When we got our tickets for the LA sevens rugby tournament, we expected cool, lovely weather. Instead we arrived to an unprecedented storm, which has dropped snow in Southern California down to about 1000 feet in elevation and has been pummeling the area with rain and high winds.

The view as we drove beneath sunny skies was stunning.

But about an hour from the coast, the weather deteriorated rapidly, leaving us deciding this morning whether or not to weather the weather. We’ll see what happens.

What a bite!

Something had a nip at this butterfly but it lived to fly another day and obviously hanging in there. I’m flying (driving, actually) to California today for another rugby 7’s tournament and family time but the weather might not be too cooperative. The storm which is terrorizing California and much of the West and upper Midwest is threatening to dump rain on southern California, a 90% chance on Saturday although supposedly clear on Sunday. We’ll see. I have rain gear, although not heavy-duty, heavy-duty large garbage bags to serve as coats and over-the-knee-coverage as needed, as well as umbrellas. In 2014 at a stage of the Tour de France, garbage bags saved the day and that of the French couple next to us, so don’t discount them. Anyway…

Not sure how much I’ll be online but I leave you with this lovely butterfly and best wishes for a good weekend. I imagine I might be posting from the road if circumstances are right. 🙂

Lens-Artists Challenge #234 – Messages

My friend Donna at Wind Kisses is debuting this week as one of the presenters of the Lens-Artists Challenge, one whose thoughtful, lyrical words complement her lovely photos. “Messages” is the challenge she’s chosen, offering us a plethora of possibilities.

Sometimes messages are simply words, words that can be humorous as in these signs I saw recently.

In the natural world, a bright color can be a message that says: “Danger. Stay away,” the same message of the apple in “Snow White”, surface beauty hiding something deadly.

The cliffside at El Morro National Monument, New Mexico is filled with over 2,000 signatures, dates, messages, and petroglyphs carved by ancestral Puebloans, Spanish, and American travelers, allmessages from the past. I visited on a chilly fall day, almost the only person to immerse myself in the carved autographs of the past. It was magical, both historically and in the physical beauty of the park.

If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive. ~Eleonora Duse

The passage of dawn to dusk reminds us to make good use of our time but also to enjoy the beauty along the way. This beauty is one that animates part of my life, a part that brings joy, wonder, a deep thankfulness for God’s goodness and creation.

Messages are often personal. Do these footprints say we’re not alone, that everyone needs someone beside him/her, or something else altogether? The answer is an emphatic “YES.” 🙂

Life can get overwhelming, wearing us down to the bone. Is that the message? Nah! I don’t think so. I think the message is just relax and laugh!

Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man. ~Rabindranath Tagore

What’s the message here? Pure and simple: lovin’ my grandson!

Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: looking back

For this week’s Lens-Artists Challenge, Sofia’s theme is “Looking back.” I’m looking back at both history and my family with a copy of a photo of my great-great grandfather, John Keehn (Kuhn), originally from Denburg, Germany. He was in Company F-8 Regiment Indiana Volunteer Cavalry in the Civil War. Maybe that’s where I get my love of horses. 😉

Wild animals often look back to be sure nothing is sneaking up on them. But they can’t escape a telephoto!

I wonder what’s ruffling his feathers?

If you have an itch, you have to look back and scratch it!

Just checking.

Not worried yet but keeping my options open.

Leaving Yosemite some years ago, I looked back and was rewarded by this rather special view.

If you want to participate in this week’s Lens Artists Challenge, click on the highlighted link at the beginning of this post and show us what you see when you look back.

Neither wordless nor Wednesday

While not a bad day (today, Monday, as I write) it was a busy day where I got a lot done and had a couple of setbacks/irritations. I also had a wonderful moment when, on the way to Costco, the driver in the Jeep that blew by me going about 55 or 60 miles per house in a 45 mph speed limit, was pulled over by a motorcycle policeman. Made my morning! 🙂 Anyway, I don’t have a lot left to put into a long post so here’s a photo from my visit to Illinois in early November. Now I’m back to some rugby-watching, a glass of Burgundy, and soon a three-hour NCIS special. Then “to sleep, perchance to dream.” Cheers!

Your New Year’s Eve plans are?

New Year’s Eve plans generally include parties, staying up late, lots of drinking and eating, and if you’re in the US, possibly watching the ball drop in New York City. But that means staying up until midnight, a time at which I desire to be deep in sleep as my normal wake-up time is anywhere between 5 and 6 am (6 if I’m lucky). It’s not just age; it’s my internal clock.

One year while visiting my parents in Sedona, Arizona, the four of us decided to stay up and watch the festivities. When midnight came, we all looked at each other, said good-night, and headed off to bed. Been there, done that, don’t need to do it again!!

My favorite New Year’s Eve celebrations happened when our girls were young. We would camp out in the living room with all the decorations still up (sometimes until the end of January), the tree lights on, and hors d’oeuvres of various kinds for dinner. (Does anyone else always have to look up how to spell “hors d’oeuvres” every time you want to use it???) The usual chattering would go on as we all snuggled down either on couches or on the floor, eventually waning only to start again in shorter and shorter spurts until everyone finally succumbed to sleep. It was magical.

I don’t have any photos of it and this is the first time I’ve done Six-Word Saturday with words. But this memory is too precious for me not to share and I hope your mind’s eye drew a picture of the four of us (or of you and your family) seeing out the current year, ready to welcome in the new surrounded by those most precious to us. Guess what? There were also no devices to distract us and if we were doing it now, I’d prohibit all phones and other devices.

Our plans this year? Having two small lobster tails from Aldi as our main course, some bubbly, and just relaxing at home. Ahhh, goodbye 2022; welcome 2023!

And your New Year’s Eve plans are?

Tortilla Flat

Ok, I’m back (at least as far as I can tell.) 🙂 Our Christmas season got a bit crazy as just a week before everyone was scheduled to arrive, we had to drive back to the Chicago area to pick up a new vehicle, returning only one day before our daughter, son-in-law, and grandson had to be picked up at the airport. That of course included child-proofing the house as much as possible.

I’m sure you’re wondering what on earth possessed us to do that and I confess it was all down to saving money. Toyota dealers here are not only short of inventory but tacking on $7,000 above MSRP (manufacturers suggested retail price), something we weren’t willing to swallow. My husband found a dealer in Illinois (while I was already there visiting) that was part of the Costco program, which means you get a set price below msrp, extras thrown in, and Costco stands behind it. BUT…and this is the reason the season got so cramped…we had to wait for our vehicle to arrive in Illinois from Portland where it had landed from Japan and no way of knowing how long it would take. When it arrived, we did a long two-day drive up, two days there staying with good friends, getting the vehicle and some friend time, then two days back, leaving me one full day before the first arrival. Yikes!

However, dear Reader, (I love being able to slide that phrase in), it all worked out. Older daughter and family are now back home (and therein lieth quite a tale as well), younger daughter is on the plane home, and I’m writing this post for you.

Yesterday we were showing our younger daughter around a bit, driving to Tortilla Flat and a bit beyond. (Yes, it’s “Flat” not “Flats.”)

Tortilla Flat is an authentic remnant of an old west town, nestled in the midst of the Tonto National Forest, in the Superstition Mountain Range. Tortilla Flat started out as a stagecoach stop in 1904 and neither fire nor flood has been able to take away this historic stop along the Historic Apache Trail. (from their website)

We went for the views, a few of which I’m sharing today. Enjoy! But watch out for prickly things!! By the way, our new 4Runner took all the roads and little bits of off-road like the champ we bought it to be!

It’s winter here, although we had some quite warm weather while everyone was here, but even at the higher elevations there are still some plants strutting their stuff.

Lots of beauty and color below as well.

I still owe you lots of photos from my original trip to Illinois and I think I’m up to the beautiful time my friend and I spent in the Japanese garden in Rockford, Illinois. You’re going to love that.

I hope you’ve all had a wonderful time while I’ve been MIA and I look forward to catching up a bit.

We celebrate because…

Luke 2: And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be taxed.

² (And this taxing was first made when Cyrenius was governor of Syria.)

³ And all went to be taxed, every one into his own city.

⁴ And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judaea, unto the city of David, which is called Bethlehem; (because he was of the house and lineage of David:)

⁵ To be taxed with Mary his espoused wife, being great with child.

⁶ And so it was, that, while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered.

⁷ And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.

⁸ And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.

⁹ And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid.

¹⁰ And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.

¹¹ For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.

¹² And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.

¹³ And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying,

¹⁴ Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.

¹⁵ And it came to pass, as the angels were gone away from them into heaven, the shepherds said one to another, Let us now go even unto Bethlehem, and see this thing which is come to pass, which the Lord hath made known unto us.

¹⁶ And they came with haste, and found Mary, and Joseph, and the babe lying in a manger.

¹⁷ And when they had seen it, they made known abroad the saying which was told them concerning this child.

¹⁸ And all they that heard it wondered at those things which were told them by the shepherds.

¹⁹ But Mary kept all these things, and pondered them in her heart.

²⁰ And the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things that they had heard and seen, as it was told unto them.

Merry Christmas! Thanks for being part of my blogging life and may your 2023 be filled with blessings.

Due to travel and family finally being here for Christmas, I’ve been AWOL. I look forward to getting back into regular blogging next week when life calms down. 🥰🎄🥂❤️

John 3:16. For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.

Eating at The Big Texan

It was a short walk from my room in The Big Texan motel to the restaurant of the same name…minus “hotel” of course. 😉. I’d already looked at the menu online and for once decided what I’d order before I got there. But I wasn’t going for the free 72-ounce steak! Free? Yes, if you can eat it and all the accompaniments in one hour.

You do not need to make reservation for challenge attempts. When you’re ready, we’re ready! Challenge attempts available during all regular business hours. 72-ounce Steak Dinner Challenge Includes: Shrimp Cocktail, Baked Potato, Salad

There are a number of rules that you can find here but even without anything else, 72-ounces of even the best steak would be a challenge…a Texas-sized challenge!

The restaurant is enormous, filled with all sorts of Western decorations.

Everything on this trip runs along or nearby Route 66. There are museums, souvenir shops, and sections of the actual route everywhere, even in The Big Texan.

While I was there, a two-man musical group came on, playing guitar and singing.

I ordered a Whiskey Barrel Stout to go with…

…my meal of smoked BBQ beef brisket, side (salad for me but there are lots of other choice), and two rolls for only $14 plus $7 for the pint of beer. There was so much meat that I finished the rest of it tonight at the motel with one roll while the other was part of my breakfast. Pretty good deal. The meat you can see here was just the meat on top. There was just as much underneath. I did NOT eat the jalapeño!!

I know I haven’t told you about the motel yet but I will. Today’s trip took me through hundreds of miles of endless deciduous trees all changing colors. It was gorgeous. I arrived early and have spent the afternoon and evening watching “Midsomer Murders” and “Hart to Hart”, plus did a few other things. Nice to relax a bit. Tomorrow it’s on to Naperville.