Thursday, September 26, 2024

Adventures From the Simple to the Sublime

Adventures don't have to be exhilarating or expensive, although they can be. In August, I visited some relatives near Denver for five days. We had a wonderful time with homemade breakfasts, delicious restaurant fare, walking the dog, swimming, and late-night movies. Some of the most fun was had playing mini-golf and racing go-carts. 

There were some high points. We attended a Denver Bronco pre-season game where they beat the Arizona Cardinals 38 to 12. The  Denver fans are wildly crazy for the Broncos! Our experience was exceptional because we had Field Passes to be on the field before the game and watch the team warming up. We sat in the iHeart Radio Suite to watch the game. It was definitely a memorable day. 

This was followed the next day by our attending a Colorado Rockies baseball game. Although I heard  rumors that neither team was at the top of the league, the game was quite exciting (as baseball games go). I actually like baseball, having grown up in a baseball family with a dad who had played college baseball and played in the Catholic league. His father was on a semi-pro team back when every town had their own team. 

Amidst all this excitement, we attended Mass on Sunday morning at the old church in downtown Denver, The Church of the Holy Ghost. It was an hour of sublime peace. Music wafted down from the choir loft that seemed to be gorgeous voices of angels.

Life is good when we appreciate the simple, the exciting, and the sublime. May you enjoy whatever adventure comes your way this day.


Monday, September 9, 2024

The Adventure Deep in the Bowels of the Earth

 

I have had many adventures in life, which I plan to post on this site. This photo reveals one of the more recent and most traumatic ones. The 2 red dots in the photo are the helmets on the heads of neighbor Pete and myself 40' down in an old well! The story will keep you intrigued. I do NOT recommend this adventure to anyone. You can read about it in The Woman in the Well available through amazon.com, powells.com, booksamillion.com and eBook versions. There are more pictures in the book and also answers to your curiosity questions, such as:

How long were you in the well?

Did you hit your head?

Who found you?

Where was the well?

Be patient. So many friends and relatives have ordered the book that the printer is a little backed up in delivery. It would be greatly appreciated if each person who finds something positive in the book would write a review on amazon.com and/or goodreads.com. The more reviews, the better my book shows up in searches. You can also order from Ingram (the printer) at https://shop.ingramspark.com/b/084?B6KdXaMwcXLfM1h1uTYh8rjoD2aYGVtuQk1BNrYeD2F&fbclid=IwY2xjawFMn6BleHRuA2FlbQIxMAABHUBWwE70W5X236oBC4P_U2RsZqjjpSbxT_ybq_A3fegpC7PLn1PXecEpaA_aem_uxsImjmSod7JDsKI2_EBig

Tuesday, September 3, 2024

Adventure on the Ranch & in the Air

My grandson, Jonathan, and I had an adventure in SoCal. We stayed with my cousin on their 150 year old ranch. Since the amazing matriarch past away at age 103, no one lives in the main house. We each had our own room in the huge old farmhouse. The house is filled with souvenirs from family trips, paintings of every type filling the walls, a ratty old pool table, and a kitchen sink with a separate faucet for "farm water." Really? What's that? I think it's for watering plants, not drinking. There was a ladder in a  bedroom closet that went straight up to the flat roof with a faucet and a hose. We explored an eclectic mix of unending interest. There was a grand party with yummy food and flowers everywhere to celebrate a granddaugther's birthday and move to Europe. We were enveloped in family history, celebration, and experienced the end of an era. https://www.vcreporter.com/news/the-end-of-an-era-the-maulhardts-and-the-history-of-agriculture-in-ventura-county/article_9ad0c8b6-3487-575a-aaf6-6bf2e2b618dd.html

The highlight of our trip was that Jonathan got to go flying in his uncle's private plane, a Piper Turbo Arrow III. He even had a flying lesson and got to handle the controls.              

Wednesday, August 28, 2024

Now available!

You can now buy the Woman in the Well (paperback) from Amazon or directly from the printer IngramSpark using this link

https://shop.ingramspark.com/b/084?cP8y3Cx8lZDtSXa7Ft4MLs06lmSa9jvHKFk6OlThpUN


 

The eBook is also available on Amazon!

If you read about my incredible experience, please give me a review on Amazon and/or https://www.goodreads.com/. This greatly helps promote the book in search engines. Thank you!!!

Monday, July 29, 2024

Inspiring True Adventure Book on its way!

It's been almost 7 years since I posted a blog. The greatest adventure I had during that time was falling in a 54 foot old hand-dug well with 14 feet of  cold water at the bottom! I obviously survived, but only due to my husband's quick thinking, my brave neighbors, and my sheer determination. Look for my book coming soon, The Woman in the Well.



Friday, September 9, 2016

Spider Season

What is worse than finding a worm in your apple? 
Finding a half a worm. 

What is worse than finding a spider in your bath water as you are getting into the tub? 
Finding a spider in your bath water as you are getting OUT of the tub! 

This has happened to me twice in the past week! They are tiny babies. I find one daily in the tub and kill it, then search carefully before entering, and voilah! there is the interloper going down the drain when I'm done. My theory is that some mama spider exploded her nest in my bathroom, but I can't find the source. Perhaps they hide in the jets, then when I turn the jets on, one comes spewing out. Yuck!!! If my back and feet didn't ache so much at the end of a day, I might take a hiatus  from my Jacuzzi tub until spider season is over. 

In addition to these spiderlings, we are breeding giant Oregon house spiders. This season we have sent several to the built-in vacuum canister in the garage. My cousin Melody has one in the downstairs hall closet outside her bedroom that I call her pet. She leaves it there because she figures it eats the other little bugs. He cutely exposes about half his body and front legs. When you walk by, he ducks back into the closet. We murdered one that was waltzing across the family room floor last week. It was so huge that it was WAY bigger than the diameter of the vacuum hose. So after Melody calmly asked me to do it, and I was done screaming, Hubert did the deed. 

For a break from the house spiders, I make at least two trips a day to the barn. There in my tack room, I am breeding some horrid black spider with a big, fat body juicy enough to make a big mess if I smash it. My concrete floor now has black polka dots. When is spider season over?

Thursday, June 23, 2016

Cousins, Condos, & Criminals


My husband, Hubert, and I planned a nice trip to California. Although it would be a working trip, we anticipated some fun and relaxation. It began with us spending a day with my 5th cousin whom I had never met before. We had a great day visiting with him and his wife at Burney Falls State Park - a beautiful place. We chatted for hours as though we had always known each other.


We then drove to Jamestown where I did three days of book signings. The first two were at the Railtown 1897 State Historic Park. That is always enjoyable as friendly families are there to ride the old steam train used in so many movies and TV shows. Since part of my novel, The Seamstress of Jamestown, involved the train first coming to Jamestown, it is a perfect place for interesting historical conversations. The workers there are full of old train lore, so I enjoyed the two day visit immensely.
  

The next day I signed books in front of the 1859 Historic National Hotel. Several chapters of my story take place there, including the true story of the origin of Flo, the ghost in residence there. I met other striving (or is that starving) authors and three town drunks, who were quite friendly and talkative. 

Then south to San Juan Capistrano to fix up our family condo. We spent a week unpacking boxes, cleaning, moving furniture, posting stuff to sell on Craig's List, hanging pictures, and reorganizing every closet. Tiring but rewarding. 

The trip home was to be uneventful and fast (for two old folks). We drove to Lodi and stayed in our favorite hotel, Motel 6. That is obviously not for the ambiance, but the price. We got in so late that we got the last room - a handicapped room. It was actually large, very clean, and quite nice. We also got the last spot in the parking lot. I made 4 trips to the car carrying in only what we needed for the night. We both brought in our overnight bags. I brought in my immersion mixer, measuring cup and spoon, ingredients for the Dr. Budwig muesli, homemade apple sauce, homemade beet juice, box of pills, my purse, plus all the meats & cheeses so they wouldn't go bad in the cooler in the car whose ice was already melted. It was about 90 degrees. Hubert wanted the car to cool down overnight so he left the windows cracked an inch. (I know, I know, you can see what's coming...)

In the morning, after we drank our beet juice, I made the muesli for Hubert. That was followed by him taking a plethora of pills with the apple sauce. I went to the car and put our green tote bag in the back seat. I closed the door. Something was wrong. I stood there and stared into the car.

The cooler was missing. It was one of those that you plug into the outlet and keeps food cold while the car is running. I then looked in the front seat & noticed the contents of the glove compartment strewn on the seat. The truth was clear. I went back to the room and told Hubert we had been robbed. I then went to the office and told the nice young gentleman there. The next few hours were spent with him, a nice police officer, and the manager who came in even though she wasn't scheduled. They spent much more time with us than I could imagine is normal. They showed us the photos taken by their new cameras, and posted them on Facebook and the bulletin board at the police department. We couldn't have had more kindness and concern if we were staying at a Hilton or Marriott. In the end, we lost the cooler, my laptop, and our GPS. I am very grateful they did not see my camera on the floor in front of the passenger seat - photos are a treasure to me. I am a little insulted that they didn't have any interest in taking a box filled with my fascinating novel. 

So, we've learned a few things that most of my readers probably already knew. Don't park near the walkway that goes through to a vacant lot with bushes to hide a criminal.  Don't leave windows open in the crime-infested region of Hwy. 99 in California's central valley. Fingerprints on a dusty surface cannot be lifted. The good news about our innocence is that they didn't have to break a window to get in. The video from the parking lot camera was interesting. A young man on a bicycle scouted the entire parking lot. He left. He came back with a buddy who used a tool to break in. They grabbed the items quickly and walked through the walkway and, hidden by the bushes, and were not seen again.
Wiser but poorer.