It’s the little things that make travel so interesting

It’s the little things that make travel so interesting

On our flight over to London this week, anticipating a week of touring, plays and museums, we sat quietly in too tight seats watching movies and playing Scrabble. That is, until the lady in front of RM became ill. Somehow she missed the barf bag and the vomit found its way back to RM’s foot and bag space. We called for help and the attendant brought a napkin that size of a makeup blotter and a can of Sprite. Not certain if the Sprite was for clean up or to keep RM from hurling as well. We relocated quickly to the back of the plane after it became obvious we were in a bad situation. After we got settled, the attendant came by to apologize as he became more informed about the immensity of our situation since he had clean up duty which entailed for him several sets of plastic glove changes and the use of a large tarp and chemical agents.We cleaned RM and his bag up and settled in for the rest of the trip. The attendant asked if there was anything he could do to make us more comfortable. I suggested a glass of red wine and he was so grateful to bring us both one as we continued with our game of Scrabble.

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Vintage Bookmarks

Vintage Bookmarks

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How much longer will we use bookmarks that you actually place into a special hardback book to mark your ending reading spot with your own hand not a quick touch to a screen with a single digit? RM handcrafted bookmarks this year for tokens of appreciation to guests attending celebrations with the Marshall clan. He made them out of assorted hard woods and then engraved them with logos and words of encouragement to read.   When we gave them out, I wondered if in a few years our children will say to us, “what is this?’ when they stumble upon them in a drawer or inside an old book.  I have fully converted to electronic communications but I continue to use and enjoy the odd collection of bookmarks that I have squirreled away over the years.  I will hold on to them so that I can share this part of history with our offspring along with our turntable, Super 8, and VHS tapes.  Time marches on but we still have our memories.  Make some this holiday season with you and yours.  Happy Holidays from RM, C1-C3 and the Ashland Avenue blogger!

Anticipation

Anticipation

The days leading up to December 25th are some of my favorite times of the year.  I love the anticipation and my child like excitement always catches me by surprise in the days leading  up to the eve and Christmas morning activities. Here are some special memories…

A loud ho, ho, ho and jingling sound on the porch on Christmas eve 1969, then a loud bang against the door.  My brothers and I open the door to a bag full of board games like cribbage and 3-D checkers. Hauck kids played together until midnight.  Funny how dad was MIA during the Santa surprise visit.

Waking up first in the house and sneaking out of my bed to see what was in my stocking. Always a 4 piece Whitman sampler and a new toothbrush.  Point counter point.

Vespers at the University of Kansas singing hymns with friends and holding hands with RM.

Making egg rolls and peanut butter balls

All outdoor holiday lights and driving around our neighborhood and checking out all the decorations.  Singing off key in the car with the kids and guessing who will get car sick first.

Our first christmas tree purchased the last few days before the big day when RM and I lived at Jayhawk  apartments.  We decorated it with popcorn strings and hand made decorations before DIY was so chic.

Parties and dressing up and seeing friends–lots of glitter and pretty sweaters, please!

Skiing with my three girls on a snowy morning in the Rocky Mountains — perfect weather and perfect day with Mother Nature.

The office door decorating contest at work and the competitive, creative team spirit of my colleagues.

Memorizing a new dinner prayer to surprise my grandparents.

Caroling with my MYF teenage friends–lots of raging hormones and fun flirting.

Seeing Santa for the first time in the arms of my dad at a packed community celebration and getting a brown bag filled with hard ribbon candy and I didn’t have to share with my brothers.

I wonder what memories we will make this year? Can’t wait!

Passages

Passages

C2 graduates from college today from the University of Kansas with many of her family and friends in attendance.  An important passage for many of our young adult children.  A passage to work that will lead her to a purposeful life as well as sufficient resources to support her unique lifestyle.  Yes, shoes are involved.  Passages.  To that first promotion at work and the new responsibilities they bring (and a few sleepless nights). Passages.  A child?  Juggling work and caregiving.  What were you thinking?  It gets better and then it doesn’t and then it gets better again. Passages.  Change jobs, change locations, and do that a couple of times.  Or not.  Passages. Nest begins to empty and you explore new hobbies and passions.  Passages.  Climb a few mountains along the way and discover you are a super woman or not.  Another passage.  Discover that you can do just about anything you desire and then not. Passages.  Discover day to day pleasures that gives your life meaning.  Enjoy the passages and all the days, hours, and minutes in between.

The Icy Week-end Blues

The Icy Week-end Blues

I am not feeling really blue but I thought the title was catchy. I am having a wonderful time house bound, held captive by four inches of slick ice for three action packed days and here is why…

1. Electric and gas are on so enjoying a roaring fire in the fireplace and pleasant internal temperatures compared to the low digits outside. Thank you to the crews out working in the bitter weather to keep us warm as I know not all of us have been so lucky.

2. Cleaned out my cd collection and listened to some music I forgot I had including several silly holiday tracks. Gotta love that Old Navy Holiday CD as well as one by Bing Crosby. Why is his name Bing and why does he sing so slow? Is that why he is a crooner? Ask silly questions in your head and pretty soon an hour has passed by. Research your questions on Google and quickly forget the answers. Why is his name Bing?

3. Netflix…watched several foreign films and foodie shows. Thank you to C1 for getting me into this way of watching cinema. Nothing like a cozy bed, your iPad and a huge selection of movies and shows to enjoy to make the time pass quickly and quite productively. I learn a lot of important sh– watching Netflix so don’t judge me.

4. Cat has kept me amused as she follows me around waiting for me to sit down so she can warm my tummy. We have grown even closer over the last three days as the cat hair clinging to every piece of my clothing can attest.

5. Even RM is chilly so lots of good snuggles and trips to the hot tub to ease old muscles and stiff joints. I wonder how many babies will be born 9 months from now? The cold does make all the old war injuries worse. Haven’t really been in an official war but some experiences have been unofficially in full attack mode. Load the torpedoes and turn up the hot tub and thank goodness I don’t have to worry about getting pregnant anymore.

6. Time to do slow cooking. Made a wild rice and mushroom soup that was delicktable. That means you lick the bowl when you reach the bottom.

7. Time to decorate the house for the holidays. Took all the old knick- knacks to one central spot, put up the holiday decorations, and put the old stuff in the empty holiday bins and then put it all away. Need a break from all the clutter — may not put it back if I don’t miss it in 2014.

8. Snow babies– admiring them, remembering when I received each one, thinking of my girls who are not little snow babies anymore — ok, got a little bit blue at 4 pm yesterday. Silly collection anyway.

9. Recovery time from a wicked cold that RM first caught while traveling to NOLA. Louisiana colds are ruff. Hack, sniff, and hack again.

10. Made pie from scratch…roasted the butternut squash, combined the flesh with sweets and butter, and filled the most perfect, flaky pie crust (thank you King Arthur Flour company for the recipe). I don’t even like pie much but this one was scrumptious especially for breakfast with hot, foamy coffee to warm up my frozen toes. How cold can hardwood floors get in an old leaky house? Damn cold I say.

11. Good excuse not to do outside exercise but I will be ready to resume my morning walks soon – ice freeze is mandatory rest period anyway to get over nasty cold (see #9 reason above).

12. Worked on my new hobby of jewelry assembly opposed to jewelry making. One necklace turned out good enough to give as a gift — lucky person that you are as I am very new to this jewelry gig and some of my best attempts simply fall apart in my hands. Note to self…crimp harder.

13. Ancestry.com… Enough said to anyone who has explored this time suck of an activity.

14. Pinterest..I need to stop this and just follow Stephanie’s boards. They are the best. Sinfully good in the dessert department.

15. Blogging and thinking about suitable blogging material and how to best torture my family with my foggy memories.

16. Looking out the window at the pretty, white landscape and thinking how lucky I am to live on Ashland and in the Fort.

17. Cleaned out the refrigerator since it is so empty and discovered some long forgotten condiments. Do they multiple on their own in that side door compartment?

18. Amazon Prime spent all our money and RM is quite upset about it.

19. No road construction on Ashland and since we have not left the driveway since Thursday afternoon, we have enjoyed a nice reprieve from the jarring noise, the choking dust, and the infinite pleasure of not needing to dodge the rabbit- fire bulldozer driver as we exit Ashland for the outside world.

20. Time to relax..there is nothing else to do except to clean out the sock drawer. Ok, that thought made me blue. Time for the sun to come out now and melt this sh– gone. I cuss more since I am in prison…it’s what all the inmates do.