Day 4 , Last day in Utah

This was our last full day in Sand Hollow UT. It was fun and full. We had some family come visit who happened to be visiting St. George UT this week. It was great to visit, take a ride together and just spend time with them. After they left I did a little shopping to be ready for the next phase, and we got the rig ready to go again.  We saw some really cool paragliders this afternoon, but couldn't get any pictures because I was driving and then the sun was too bright to catch a good shot. They were fun to watch as they spun and turned about in the air and over the lake! We're heading to AZ tomorrow for a few days and hopefully catch up with some of Mike's friends in Seligman.

Happy Trails! 

Day 2 Oct 22 2025

 We got a fresh start around 10 this morning. The night was chilly in Nephi. I tried taking Roxxi out on the leash and she didn't care for that. She ate and drank though, and seems happy. Maggie is a great dog companion for her and all is good! It's a 3 hour trip and we stopped for fuel, potty, and food in Florence. We arrived at Sand Hollow, near Hurricane UT and situated close to Zion National Park, around 2 pm. We have a beautiful view from the campsite. The pets are doing wonderful and we took the RZR out on a little trail ride. It's gorgeous weather and views here and glad to be settled for a couple of nights here. 

On the road again Day 1 10/21/2025

 The RV is serviced, fueled and packed and the pets are riding along, a dog who has made many trips and a cat who is brand new to this sort of adventure. She's our tiny kitty who's about 10 years old. She's only been separated from us for short periods until our last RV trip. Usually she was fine, but when we left for a few months we came back and she'd lost weight and hadn't come back in the house after the first day the sitter let her out. I couldn't bear to leave her so we made the decision to give her a try in the RV.  The first couple hours were interrupted with a few desperate whines, but now 3 hours into the ride, Roxxi has found a happy place nuzzling with our Aussie, Maggie. 

The weather at our home in Idaho was chilly this morning with the first frost of the year. It was a confirmation that it's a great time to head south. The stay tonight is in Nephi, UT. A small town that was a good distance to break  up the trip to  Sand Hollow where we're going tomorrow. 

Long time since I wrote online....I'm back

When I think on how long it's been since I wrote in this blog, I can't remember when it was.  Frankly, my life is so full, of good things and bad, that my memory fades quickly.  I looked back to see that it's been almost 4 years since I wrote, and then just a small amount.  Prior to that I started, 6 years ago, in a very different time of my life.  Then, in 2013, I was in the throes of home-making and career, and motherhood.  All of those are important to me still, but very much changed.

These past six years have really seen the doing and undoing and doing again of me.  I would not have ever thought to imagine some of what I have been through.  Before I start a new story, I'll recap those years.

I think I crashed a little when the last chick left my nest.  My sense of purpose shifted and I, perhaps, wasn't ready for the change.  The year was 2013.  I threw myself into being present for other kids, as I sent my last child out of the nest.  My baby boy had joined the Navy and was serving his time, and my baby girl was off to a faraway city to pursue college and all it had to offer her.  My blogging emphasis shifted over to my job as a teacher of physical education.  My passion to make a healthier, happier world was extended beyond our home walls.  I suddenly had more time to pursue this new challenge.  I started a part time position at a county foster residence for teens that needed temporary shelter,  I served with a committee at the State Department of Education that proposed and amended changes to the state standards for K-12 Physical Education and Health, I became a competitive grant writer and poured my knowledge and writing skills into obtaining more equipment and opportunities for physical activity for the schools that I was a part of.  In all of this, I found purpose and meaning, and consequently happiness.

Of course, all good stories either (a) come to an end; or (b) start another chapter.  My next chapter started: (a) because my teaching position rapidly went from being a pleasant way to spend my time and efforts to a time where I suddenly felt that my sense of purpose had morphed into someone else's token of convenience.  My teaching assignment was  split up in a way that was difficult, at best.  I spent a final year in the job I had loved for the previous 13 years with a sense of unhappiness and a surety that I was no longer called to that place.

 I felt led back into my old career, hair stylist.  I had given that up in 2010 in order that my mom-in-law could come to live in our home, in a space once converted to a beauty salon, that re-purposed beautifully into a studio apartment.  She was the best mother in law  that I  could imagine.  I loved her and she loved me just like mother and child.  We were the best of friends.  She was a great companion, whether we were shopping, watching TV, or just sounding off over whatever nonsense to deep conversation we had to talk about.  Her life in our home was a blessing to us, and she always said that she was happy and fulfilled here. Now, Mom was still here when it occurred to me to start back into hair styling, so I rented a little shop and began a second job alongside of the teaching position.  It was fun, and it helped me gain a more positive outlook on life and work, but it was expensive and difficult to grow. I closed the little shop and rented a booth in a large salon and it was good. Clientele grew slowly, so I was still teaching, but I downsized to a half time contract in a charter school in 2017. My position is still PE and Health, but I went from elementary school to secondary school. I teach two PE classes of mixed grades, 7-12 and one high school health class.  It's been a challenge to learn a new set of standards and curriculum, but it's been good.
Just before the new school year began my mother in law was diagnosed with lung cancer. I'm positive that God set up a plan in advance that let me have more freedom in my schedule so that I could handle the primary care giving for her.  In May of 2018, she left us to spend her eternity with Jesus.
After her passing we decided to revert the room back into a home salon. I have been doing business there for almost a year and it is growing and I love it!
There was a slow start to the business because I had a total knee replacement on July 17, 2018. Recovery was slower than I expected but the home salon made it much easier to work through my recovery.
It was not until Mom passed away that Mike and I lived alone together since we met. When he and I married he had three kids, two who stayed with us part time and one who was with us all times. We had two more over the next three years and by the time the last one left home, mom was living in our home.
Living this past year as just a couple, has really been a year of discovery, devotion and oneness. It's like we fell in love all over in a better way!
Now after another year of secondary teaching under my belt and freedom from being a caregiver, a new chapter began. I'm finding that I have time to pursue some projects long denied and spending leisure time that was previously so rare.
I've had a passion to write for many years. I know there is a novel inside that will be written, but starting back with the blog is an effort to hone my writing skills.
If you're still reading it must mean that I'm on to something good.
I'm one year away from 60 and that means that there's less if my life left than has already been spent. God has provided for me all that I need, much that I wished for, and He will continue to see me through. My job is to listen for His Spirit and keep both heart and mind attuned to His ways.
I pray that this blog is an instrument that might be used to bless others and me. So as Bugs and Daffy say, "On with the show. This is it!"

Vegan and Gluten Free Brownie Bites

This Fourth of July I decided to make something sweet to bring to a friend's BBQ.  Now, since my children choose to eat a vegan diet and I rarely make sweets except when they're home, most of what I have on hand are vegan ingredients.  Also, one daughter avoids gluten and she contends that it has greatly contributed to the fact that she no longer needs to medicate for depression.  For that reason, and the fact that I try not to consume much wheat at all as I fight the middle age battle of the bulge, I only keep gluten free flour in my cabinet.  

I've found this one from Costco to be quite good as a one to one substitute in all of my baking recipes.  Now for the recipe, I adapted one from one of my favorite bloggers, theminimalistbaker.com. Dana is a pro blogger and always has super quick and delicious vegan recipes!  I started with her Simple Vegan Brownie recipe, made it GF and added the frosting to come up with a hit!  After deciding what to make I gathered the ingredients...

With everything mixed, the mini muffin pans filled, and the oven hot, it was time to bake, cool and frost!

I had these plastic star plates from the Dollar Tree that were perfect to take them to the BBQ.  The finishing touches with the patriotic sprinkles were just right. They were a big hit for holiday style and deliciousness!

Thoughts on Charleston

   

 The Charleston shooting has brought a lot of things to my mind.  I am a South Carolinian by birth.  Charleston is one of my favorite cities in the US.  I grew up in Columbia which is the capital of South Carolina and about two hours away. I remember walking around and seeing the beautiful historic city more times than I can count. The landmark Emanuel AME church is as familiar to me as buildings in any town that I have resided in. My mother  had relatives who lived in the old part of Charleston near what’s called the Battery.  We visited them a couple of times for weddings or other affairs when I was very young. Our family also enjoyed the Charleston beaches, especially when my sister’s family lived at Edisto Beach.

    When I was in the fourth grade in 1970 South Carolina was celebrating its Tricentennial.  Imagine three hundred years of statehood!  (I live in Idaho now, and it has been a state for a mere 125 years.) For the Tricentennial, a park called Charles Towne Landing was built with 300 years of artifacts and history depicting the lives of the people who had been native to the land and those who made it their home; and of course, those who were brought as slaves to serve the particular settlers who owned plantations and lived according to a code that made sense to them alone.  

    In college and as a young adult, Charleston was a mecca to go to for the beaches or with the party-goers for the great clubs and bars and an occasional big name concert appearance. In 1989 Hurricane Hugo ripped through Charleston and I was there with the American Red Cross.  I had just completed Disaster Services Human Resources Training and spent three weeks in the field delivering food to people who were in all sorts of disarray.  I kept thinking of the people of a church where we delivered food on one of the barrier islands in Charleston after Hugo.  These folks had almost their entire church roof ripped off by the hurricane yet they were setting up a food distribution center to take care of the community and going forth to do God’s work.  I remember that they asked our crew from the food truck to come to Sunday services and we did.  We might have been the only white faces there but we simply felt like the family of God in His house.  We were welcomed and there was joy like no other in that place.  Except for seeing the sky because of the missing roof, you wouldn’t have any reason to believe that anything was amiss that day!  These people knew how to glorify and worship their Creator.  I learned more about lifting up and adoring God that day than I had in a lifetime of reverent liturgical protestant services. This church was alive with the Holy Spirit!

    I read reports of people who were shocked that Emanuel AME was having services on the Sunday following the shootings, but I didn’t expect anything less.  I’ve seen comments that “everybody” in the South is a racist. I believe there are surely plenty in the South as well as many other places but there are lots more people who are not racists. Just because a person is from a community or a family where there is prejudice or hatred or judgement that does not sentence them to living a life carrying those beliefs.  Every person decides for himself or herself what to think and how to act.  Does everyone in a family or a town or same club or same church have to like the same color? Or the same food? Do they all have to like the same books or movies?  Wear the same style clothes or hair? Dig a little deeper.  Do they have the same religion, work ethic, bedtime, philosophies of life?  Get real!  

    I’m very proud of the families of the victims of the Emanuel AME tragedy.  Their faith and Christian response is admirable and I hope for that kind of strength when I have trials.  I hope that some good can come from this sad and tragic loss. Maybe the people of SC who continue to glamorize the Confederate flag and other symbols of the Old South with take notice of the harm it can do in the mind of a person like Dylann Roof. To him maybe it’s more than just a memorial of a time past, it empowers hatred and fuels a need to turn the clock back to a time when he feels that hate was acceptable.

    And so my heart is heavy for the people of Charleston as they mourn a great loss and my prayers go with them.  For the families of the nine, I pray for comfort in the loss and strength to face each new day with purpose and joy.  I also pray for Dylann Roof, that he listens to the families’ admonitions and repents and seeks to know the only One who can save him from eternal damnation.  To the Roof family I pray for peace from what must be hell on earth.  Finally, after a lifetime of hearing “the South’s gonna rise again”,  maybe just a new phrase will come from this like “the South will rise above it, together and for all!”

Back to the blog!

I've been out of the blog loop for a really long time!  life! Oh, how it can get in the way!  My main objective this June is to stay on track with 1) Daily devotional; 2) Daily Exercise; 3) Home Organization; and 4) Prepare for a brand new self-created curriculum for my PE classes! Reliance on God is the only way.  Otherwise six weeks would never be enough to do it all and do it all well.

Anyway,  I'm very excited to have stumbled upon (I believe I was divinely-led, actually) an online Bible study on Proverbs that was just beginning on the day that I was seeking to start!  (That's how God works, you know). http://www.goodmorninggirls.org/  I started that on Monday morning and it's good to feel plugged in to a women's study again. My girls' group here in my home church  dissolved due to lots of extenuating outside forces and saddened me greatly.  I hope that connecting this way I can gain strength to once again form another bond of ladies here in town.

Cardio continues to improve for me  with waliking times averaging around 15 minute miles and getting 2-3 miles in most mornings.  Strength training these days is usually not formal, but limited  to the massive amount of gardening that is going on- digging, wheelbarrow, weeding, etc.- definitely a full body workout!  Stretching mostly comes from some great videos thanks to the world wide web!  Especially fond of this one this week after all the gardening: http://www.healthandlovepage.com/ease-the-sciatica-nerve-pain/

The home organization has begun by getting the garden beds cleaned out and planted.

School just got out last week, so asides from putting some papers in order and sending a few emails, the rest can wait a week or two!

Until next time-which will be sooner I hope!  Healthy thoughts!