Category: 2023

When it comes to vehicles of any kind, I could really care less. An auto is something to get you from HERE to THERE. It’s always nice if the windows roll up and down and the tires hold the proper amount of air, but beyond that, I just want something that works. Something that rolls down the road safely at the speed limit without causing death to me or anyone around me. I am sad to report my Barbie Jeep no longer fits that category. Her days in my garage are limited.

The mail last week held very sad news. I’m now an unwilling member of a class action suit settled against Jeep. My Jeep has a crash-causing defect. A faulty front end. This isn’t just a little tiny problem. The design can cause you to lose complete control of the Jeep. It’s happened to me three times. Each time, I could have used the Recovery System shown above. Each time I was lucky enough to bring the Jeep to a safe stop.

Now, just so you know. This class action settlement gives me an extended warranty up to 90,000 miles. But, only the original owner. And, in the case of death, the family can still sue Jeep. I kid you not. I read the settlement. Imagine my relief when I realized my kids can get rich off my roll-over death on the backroads of Nevada. How kind of them.

There are so many things a lady of the 1900’s shouldn’t need to know about. The inner workings of a 2017 Jeep are in that category. Unfortunately, when all this came to our attention when the Jeep was brand new, I was right there with VST. As we peered under the hood of different Jeep, we wondered how we weren’t killed. That one was a Jeep 2014 Jeep Cherokee. Also a victim of idiot engineering.

When it happened to that car, we were on a two lane mountain road headed to a fun time at the coast. We were towing the Jeep Cherokee behind our motorhome. Willy Nelson’s Roadhouse was on the radio. We were waiting to see who would see the ocean first when it happened. VST turned white. The tow car was swinging violent back and forth off the hitch. Not rolling, but bouncing and swaying. We had to stop in the road, as there was no turnout and very steep cliffs on either side.

If there would have been another car on the road, we would have all died. It was that violent. We were lucky it didn’t take the motorhome over the side. Once we stopped and started again, the car again worked perfectly. We sold that Jeep immediately. It was three years old. VST, in his John Deere Service Master internationally known and respected heart of hearts, believed with 100% certainty that it was IMPOSSIBLE for it to happen to a Wrangler. And yet, here I am with the same problem. I’m glad he isn’t here to experience this. He would’ve died of a stroke over this!

KJ Jones and Jason Gonderman – Authors and Photographers for MotorTrend have the following explanation.

“Death wobble. No other pair of words strikes fear into the heart of a diesel truck owner quite the way these do. It starts small: a simple shudder or vibration. But before you know it, you’re white knuckled, grasping the steering wheel tight, trying to settle the truck down before losing control.

While the causes and cures of death wobble are a highly debated topic, if your truck has it, there is no mistaking it. The first step in controlling death wobble is understanding exactly what it is. Death wobble is used to describe a series of sudden, often violent front suspension vibrations exhibited by solid front axle suspensions, and more infrequently, independent front suspensions. When death wobble occurs, you will feel a shaking in the steering wheel, which will increase or decrease with speed, and depending on severity, shaking throughout the cab. If you experience death wobble, let off the accelerator and allow the truck to slow down until the vibration stops, then immediately proceed to a safe place where the vehicle can be inspected before continuing on. Even just one death wobble incident can cause permanent—and dangerous—suspension or steering damage.”

They forgot to add one thing. A person can lose control of the vehicle, crash, and die. It’s the dying thing that really gets me. Not something I’m ready to do because of a Jeep.

The Barbie Jeep was recalled once for a fix-it part. VST was still alive and we went in for the repair right away. He was convinced the death wobble would never happen to a Jeep Wrangler. If so, this Barbie would’ve never agreed to buy another.

Soon after VST died, I’d gone on a mental health drive through the wide open spaces of Nevada to a magical place called Bridgeport. If you’ve ever been, you know. If you haven’t, you should go. The Eastern Sierra Nevada’s at their finest. On the way home, there was a bend in the road, along with a dip and a cattle guard. The trifecta of circumstances that caused the wobble. The fix to make it home is this. Slow down. Stop. Turn off the car. Turn on the car. Avoid every pot hole or imperfection in the road and drive straight to the delearship.

There, it was discovered by my professional Jeep mechanics that the “fix-it” part for the recall was installed backwards. There are just no more words on that subject. Read the past sentence over and over. Put on BACKWARDS. (From another dealership whose mechanics must be related to the engineers that designed this system.)

Oy.

Vey.

Living in the environment I do, I cannot drive a vehicle that goes into a death wobble for any reason. Becoming a member of a class action settlement was the final straw. My newish Jeep with only 45,715 miles has got to go. This week.

Car Max is ready to write the check. I just need to find a replacement and there is the hitch. What to buy?

Cars of today have so many options. Heated steering wheels. Air-conditioned seats. Cameras that watch out for traffic coming in any direction. Lane detection. Automatic cruise control. Enough already. I want a pretty car that drives well and passes the crash dummy tests.

As for the Jeep, I’m heartbroken that our time together is over. It’s the first car I ever really loved, except for the fact that it could be the death of us both. When she was running fine, she was running fine. I’ll miss the secret waves from other Jeep owners. I hope they don’t run into me when they get their own wobbles.

If you are a parent or grandparent of kids that are getting great deals on Jeep Wranglers, do your own research. If you own a 2018-2020 Jeep Wrangler or 2020 Jeep Gladiator, think long and hard about what your life is worth. Having experienced the death wobble at 50 mph, I can tell you, it was hard to control the vehicle. The worst thing is that after you pull to the side of the road and turn off the engine, when starting it up again, everything seems fine. Until the next time. Might be tomorrow. Might be next year. But, happen again it will.

Today, I’m deep in the cyber aisles of cars at Car Max. I’ve found a few possibilities. There’ll surely be a learning curve and a lot of unpleasant words. But, there’ll also be fun. Getting a new car is a big deal, even if the idea was forced on me by incompetent engineers at Jeep.

Look it up. Watch some videos. Death Wobble. You’ll understand. I don’t have a choice in this one.

Whatever you do today, spend a little time with your car. Are the tires properly inflated? Is there washer fluid in the reservoir? Is it time to change the oil? Do you know where the spare tire is located? Have you cleaned and vacuumed it lately? Spend a little love on something that keeps you safe and sound as you travel about. Have a wonderful day!

More tomorrow.

OLD FRIENDS

I do not say new friends are not considerate and true,
Or that their smiles ain’t genuine, but still I’m tellin’ you
That when a feller’s heart is crushed and achin’ with the pain,
And teardrops come a-splashin’ down his cheeks like summer rain,
Becoz his grief an’ loneliness are more than he can bear,
Somehow it’s only old friends, then, that really seem to care.
The friends who’ve stuck through thick an’ thin, who’ve known you, good an’ bad,
Your faults an’ virtues, an’ have seen the struggles you have had,
When they come to you gentle-like an’ take your hand an’ say:
“Cheer up! we’re with you still,” it counts, for that’s the old friends’ way.

The new friends may be fond of you for what you are today;
They’ve only known you rich, perhaps, an’ only seen you gay;
You can’t tell what’s attracted them; your station may appeal;
Perhaps they smile on you because you’re doin’ something real;
But old friends who have seen you fail, an’ also seen you win,
Who’ve loved you either up or down, stuck to you, thick or thin,
Who knew you as a budding youth, an’ watched you start to climb,
Through weal an’ woe, still friends of yours an’ constant all the time,
When trouble comes an’ things go wrong, I don’t care what you say,
They are the friends you’ll turn to, for you want the old friends’ way.

The new friends may be richer, an’ more stylish, too, but when
Your heart is achin’ an’ you think your sun won’t shine again,
It’s not the riches of new friends you want, it’s not their style,
It’s not the airs of grandeur then, it’s just the old friend’s smile,
The old hand that has helped before, stretched out once more to you,
The old words ringin’ in your ears, so sweet an’, Oh, so true!
The tenderness of folks who know just what your sorrow means,
These are the things on which, somehow, your spirit always leans.
When grief is poundin’ at your breast — the new friends disappear
An’ to the old ones tried an’ true, you turn for aid an’ cheer. _{Edgard Albert Guest}

Last night was a magical night overflowing with love and friendship. Four very old friends and the new girl on the block (me) shared a dinner of home-crafted chicken noodle soup, piping hot rolls, and lemon cheesecake. After a long day of traveling, and a longer day of waiting, very old friends were reunited. It was a beautiful thing to behold.

There are some people that are heart friends. When you find one, you know. Just as the poem point states, it has nothing to do with riches or airs of grandeur. It’s unspoken love and respect that’s as clear as the color of one’s shirt.

Miracles in life are so beautiful. The healing nature of a hug. The warmth of a blue-eyed smile across the table. Holding hands during a prayer before eating. Laughter and shared stories. All of these things are found in a life, rich and full.

Five months ago, I met the most Mysterious Marine. A quiet man with twinkly eyes and the most beautiful smile. As the days have gone by, he has shared his family, friends, Wookie and the Wook-lets. Secrets of his home town have helped me to grow even deeper roots here at Winterpast. Sharing his family has been one of the biggest gifts he could have ever given me. My life hasn’t been the same since our first “Hello”.

Now, my circle of friends has grown by two. Friends are family you choose. For the Mysterious Marine and his family, these two fit in that category, chosen decades ago. They are the kind of friends that drop everything, pack up, and move across state lines over Donner Pass to help someone they love. They are real. They are loyal. And, they are a hoot and a half! Last night was a blessing. A day I won’t soon forget, while unforgettable days are stringing together, more precious than a delicate strand of pearls.

To my oldest friends….CC, Miss Fire Cracker, Ninja Neighbor, the Humble Ones, Miss Sunflower, TJ, The Goddess of the Central Coast, and DaGirl… While many miles are between us, we remain heart sisters. To each of you, I send my love. I wish you could’ve joined us last night for soup. We’ll have our turn very soon.

Today is an pivotal one. Traveling west, there is a certain car waiting on a showroom floor with my name on it. Barbie’s Jeep is emptied, washed, waxed, and vacuumed. She and I have been through a lot. She helped me move from Virginia City to Winterpast. She knows how many miles held hiccup-py tears. She will always be a fond memory in my heart, but life moves on. My next car may be firey red or intensely yellow. It’ll have heated seats and a hot engine. The odometer will show a bright 0, and off I’ll start into a new chapter on the road. Stay tuned for the outcome of this, my biggest shopping adventure in quite awhile.

Whatever you do today, think of your old friends. The ones who finish your thoughts when you pause to remember a certain word. The ones who know where you want your dishes unpacked and placed in an empty kitchen without needing to ask. The ones you would trust to buy a new clock for your home. The one who make the best chicken noodle soup spiced with love and tenderness, just because. Call them. Keep them close and hug them often. They are the true gifts in this life.

More tomorrow.

The last 24 hours have been a whirlwind of high drama, suspense, and success!  Car shopping isn’t for the faint of heart.  There are details to consider far beyond the price.  Cars today are like driving an i-pad.  My new car is a touchscreen-wonderland full of helpful features and today, I’m waking up to a new day of driving.  I think I need to run across town for a pack of gum.  Many times.

Just 24 hours ago, I was a bundle of nerves.  I nearly forgot to take important things like the back seat of the Barbie Jeep (taken out because it wasn’t needed), the pink slip (which isn’t pink, but blue), and the extra key (which, at today’s prices, has a $350 replacement cost).  The weather was a crisp 20 degrees once the sun was up.  My Mysterious Marine was here right on time to provide added support.  It isn’t every day one goes to purchase a brand new car.

I’d planned to visit the car store that offers every single brand known to man.  Everything in one spot to test drive and compare.  However, the stars weren’t aligned that way and there were no available appointments.  Luckily, I’d already booked one with a luxury dealership across town.  Funny how that all worked out.

After looking at the NEW and USED inventory, I already knew my budget would only cover a used car.  New cars are sold at unbelievably high prices these days.  Add a touch of luxury and double that.  Nope.  I’d set an unbendable and very practical budget. Either they would have a car that fit or not. Simple.

Well, that worked out like the United States debt ceiling, just so you know.  At least, I started with a good plan. It didn’t end up being realistic.

Our Sales Specialist was exactly that. Knowledgeable and  efficient. A middle aged guy just a little older than our kids, he patiently listened to my wish list. 

1.  4WD/AWD
2. Electronic safety features, including blind spot monitor and lane detection monitor.
3. Heated seats

That was it.  Everything else was negotiable.  Remember, I live in cold country. If I was having heated seated, my hands would like to be warmed, as well.

Now, I’d have loved a spare tire, but that isn’t offered in many cars these days.  Nope.  No spare tire at all.  24-hour road assistance to deliver a fix for your flat, but no spare tire.  It’s just the way it is these days.  Those of us 1900’s models will just need to deal with it. Get a can of fix a flat and hope for the best.

After listening carefully, he brought up a group of cars within my budget. 

Either too many years or too many miles. Nothing.

When budgeting, one does need to factor in today’s prices.  What one would’ve bought ten years ago for $X now costs 2$X.   There was absolutely NO question that the car would need to be pre-owned.  It might even need to be 5 or 6 years old if we were going to come together on a price.

Until…..

Mr. Car Wizard continued to look through inventory, stopping at one car that was very strange. 

Color – Brilliant Titanium

Status – Used

Shipped from – Kansas City, Missouri

Year – 2022

Mileage – 13 miles.

Well, hold the phone………

A used car with 13 miles????????  Who am I to question?

Certified by this swanky dealership, it’s covered by a six year, unlimited mile, bumper to bumper warranty.  Period. Throw in all maintenance for two years at zero cost to me.  Included are the services of a barista to make me designer coffee while I wait in the shadows of the Sierra Nevada’s while receiving said service.

This made no sense to the salesman.  The car was purchased on December 15, 2022.  It was never driven. Classified as used with only 13 miles on the odometer.

Of course, the price wasn’t within the limits of my initial budget.  Sometimes things turn out a little different than we would like.  This was a great deal on a used car that had never been used.  Not even a a little bit.  Brand NEW used.

The car was beautiful, it was being filmed for the dealership’s weekly commercial.  The owner and his sons were in house, dressed in beautifully tailored suits.  The owner was an amazing gentleman who was kind and genuine.  It was obvious he was the reason his businesses had flourished.  I’m so glad I got to meet him in person.

After negotiating a price, running to the bank to get a cashier’s check, (another story for another day), and receiving quick instructions on the basics for driving the car, we were off.

The drive home was something I haven’t ever experienced.  Floating at speeds well above the 70 mph speed limit, I realized Barbie’s Jeep had lost her NEW long ago.  She was never and would never reach the heights of being a luxury car.  Now, my focus would be on trying to stay below 85mph.

Once home, I needed to drive over to spend time with Wookie and the Wook-lets.  Their nightly photo shoot was exceptionally cute.  They’re just starting to be aware of their surroundings.  One barked.  They all wagged their little tails.  Slappy-Paw and Bitey-Face are the next games that should begin soon.  Seven wonderful little bundles of love, they have lots of work to do throughout their lives.  Their new families are in for a ton of fun.

My brand-new used car now has over 100 miles.  I can’t wait to see the adventures that will unfold while driving her!  I need to learn how to operate Cruise Control.  My future adventures don’t need to include tickets for speeding! 

Whatever you do today, enjoy yourself.  Do something you love.  If it’s a nice day, get out in the sunshine and breathe the fresh air.  Spend time with friends and be thankful for being alive. Heck, take a drive! The beautiful days of February are just beginning!

More tomorrow.

The experience of being a Fur-baby Doula and Grand-Ma-Ma has been delightful. Never did I imagine that, in this lifetime, I’d have one more chance to care for another litter of brand new, squeaking little puppies. From their birth, we’ve watched over them. Tomorrow is the day they’ll transition to their California home to enjoy the springtime of their lives.

Their next home will have three eager caretakers who love them as much as we do. They’ve been waiting for nightly pictures as the pups, who started out very much the size and look of gophers, have turned into little dogs. The pictures are adorable, but nothing can compare to a Wook-let grunting and snuggling next to your heart. There are somethings videos just can’t capture even with the best technology.

Wookie will get a California vacation, as well. She’ll be recuperating in the lap of luxury with her Cali gang around the grounds next to the pool enjoying seriously nice digs. She does have a love interest over there. Please don’t tell Oliver. It’s time for the pups to meet their real dad. Oliver doesn’t need to know. Wookie is HIS girl.

The Mysterious Marine and I will surely miss watching the pups meet their milestones. We wish we could screen every new home before little Bingo, Tiger, and the gang move on. Their new owners should come equipped with 2.5 children, plenty of balls and toys, a comfy bed, and lots of love. But then, we won’t be making those decisions. That’s the job of the California crew.

The California Crew is highly qualified, with their own set of experts at the ready. The Mysterious Marine is Dad to some of the crew and Grandpa to the rest. Rest assured, the plan comes together. We were given the easy part. Now the real work begins, left to the youngers of the family. The Wook-lets will leave sweet pawprints on our hearts.

The puppies have taught me a few things. Good things come to those that wait. Never, ever think you have God figured out. Sometimes pups come four days early and wait 14 days to open their eyes. Little puppies learn a safe heartbeat very quickly. Dogs bond quickly as humans. They know who they can trust for a warm cuddle.

Little Tiger will take a piece of my heart to her new home. She’d better get the best, because she’s the pick of the litter. Little Bingo showed that just because you are half the size of your sisters, you can still be the cute, even if you complain often. Wookie showed me that there is love enough to spread to anyone who needs it, including seven of the fattest little Wook-lets you’ve ever seen. Smiling through it all, she’s been an amazing example of strength, courage, and patience. She has smiled through the entire experience.

Each day, as we’ve watched their every movement, the Wook-lets have changed and grown. We did our part to love and nurture them, laying the foundation for sound canine companions that have a lot of work to do in their lives. Dog is GOD spelled backwards. These little ones are heavenly. We’ll miss them a bunch.

While Wookie is enjoying four weeks of Cali-Canine-Capers, the Mysterious Marine has a little work ahead of him. There are carpets to shampoo and a Wook-let nursery that’ll transform back into a boring office. No more squeals in the night from puppies that strayed too far away from mom. No more freshly baked chicken breast and cottage cheese for a hungry Wookie. Just the best memories of time spent with them that he was so kind to share with me.

Today, Oliver is heading off to puppy camp for a visit with his friends. It’s been while since he’s seen the gang. California isn’t Ollie’s cup of tea. He hates cities. He’s a desert dog, through and through. Besides, the Wook-lets irritate his bachelor soul. He’s never had puppies of his own and would like to keep it that way. They take way too much patience. Nope. He’d much rather have a bachelor weekend with the guys.

Over the mountain and through the woods we’ll go. God, please grant us travel mercies as we head West. It may be a very long three hour ride.

Whatever you do today, remember those pets that wait for you at the Rainbow Bridge. Pets make life so much richer. Smile about the ones that have gone before and hug the ones that sleep at the foot of your bed. And, please, don’t forget the treats.

More tomorrow.

What a week it’s been! In the absence of my daily blog, Miss Firecracker, The Goddess, and Sweet K contacted me to see if anything was wrong. Perhaps, you, my faithful readers are wondering the same. I apologize for my unannounced absence. Please forgive me. For those inquiring minds, let me assure you, everything is 100% RIGHT. On the Road Towards Happiness has been a journey of 400 miles spent with new friends and family, with a little puppy-poo on the side. Isn’t a full life life like that?

The last few days, MM and I have been having Wook-let Withdrawals. No little squeaks or squeals anywhere. Just quiet. Friday, the Wook-lets left us to begin their California adventure. In the morning, MM transferred seven fat little slugs to the car. They complained a little in their immature little way, but we hoped they would sleep during the ride under the watchful eye of Wookie.

Have you every taken a long trip with a baby????? Multiply that by seven.

“She stepped on me.”

“I’m hungry.”

“I need to PEEE—“

“Whoops.”

Nevermind. Sorry Gwam-ma”

“How much longer?”

Although the pups couldn’t speak, their actions told me all those things loud and clear. All the while, Wookie manicured her paws and watched the scenery. She is getting pretty tired of these littles.

In cycles of total pandemonium and then peaceful sleep, we made our way up the Eastern side of the Sierra Nevada’s and down the other. We made it to our destination without injury or too much complaining.

Once we arrived, a miracle occurred. These morning slugs were afternoon dogs. Just like that. One was scratching her neck, while another played bitey-face with her brother. The tiny one barked, catching her own attention. They found their footing and tried running a little. Seven wagging tails showed they were discovering true puppy fun. Wookie disappeared to run throughout the grounds while catching up with her West-ern Love. The pups would just need to take care of themselves for a little while.

In minutes, Wookie was under the pool fence to explore. She learned the location of the doggie door the nursery full of her littles. In short, she settled right in. The pups, on the other hand, weren’t really having it.

“I’m cold.” (They have the finest bedding and heating pad set to “Puppy Comfort”).

“Where’s Gwam-pa?”

“Maaaaa-Maaaa.”

No expense have been spared on these cuties. Brand new bedding and the finest sleeping arrangements. Only the best food. Three full time “human pets” to attend to their every need. No need to worry about these little complainers. The Wooklets are in good hands.

As for MM and me, we, too were given the finest accommodations. It was 24 hours spent getting to know new family while enjoying the fresh perspectives of kids and grandkids, all of which aren’t children anymore.

Throughout our visit, I’d have moments of reflection in which I reminded myself that these are the days of which memories are made. Beautiful days in which to learn about new family and friends that have come into my life through one Mysterious Marine. Gone are the days in which Miss Firecracker and I held each other together against the lonely winds of widowhood. Those were some tough ones for us both. We’re finding our happy now.

Grief is a funny thing. I’m sure it hasn’t left my side, but it feels different now. Not front and center, but a side-kick that whispers in my ear now and then.

Remember.

Remember.

Remember.

Listen up, Grief. In a thousand lifetimes, I could never ever forget the love I lost. He’s waiting in another place to greet me at a time unknown. For now, life is here. Right now. I don’t plan to waste a minute.

That being said, I’m embarking on another adventure at the end of the week. This one is mine. This one is true vacation in which I want to spend time sleeping in and being out and about. I wish you could all come along, but this will be a Valentine’s excursion for only two. For a week and some days, you can find my voice in the writing of past days if you choose. You can go all the way to the beginning of this story, September 24, 2020. The Me of those days has traveled a long long way through a treacherous wilderness I’d wish for no one. Just know, I’ve found the road of happiness. For how long? Life doesn’t last forever. Each day, I’ll enjoy every sweet smile and mile!

Whatever you do today, reflect on one beautiful memory of family and friends that have gone before. Sidestep the loss, and remember the beauty of that golden moment. Hear the laughter. Remember the words. Let them comfort you. They are from a time and place yours forever. Then, plan to make three new memories. Golden moments. Bottom line. Keep on moving forward. Our heavenly angels wish no less for us. That’s what true love is all about.

More tomorrow.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. _{Robert Frost}

Today, my words will be few and the day long. There many things to do when embarking on a road trip. Laundry. Shopping. Packing. Planning. Just a few of the “Must Do’s”. All done with anticipation of embarking on the best trip EVER.

Whatever you do today, plan to go somewhere. Somewhere close or somewhere far. Everyone has something in their home town they’ve never seen. Living in a tourist town, my list of unseen wonders is very long. Check out a museum. Travel to the outskirts of your town. Catch a sunrise. Enjoy a sunset. Change things up. Put a toe on that road less traveled. You just might decide to take a few steps in a different direction!

More tomorrow.

To the untrained eye, nothing has changed here in the desert. At a first glance, it’s just the same old barren winter landscape. A little snow here, a patch of brown there. Nothing much going on. Until you look closer.

Daffodils are breaking ground, along with the other bulbs MM and I planted in the fall. Spring is ready to pop in just a few more weeks. March 20th marks the day. But, then, there are the last few precious days of winter to enjoy. So many new experiences to enjoy.

I’ll be taking a much needed break until Monday, February 20th. During that time, I plan to sleep in way too late and eat three meals a day. I plan to hug old friends and make some new ones. All the while, I’ll make notes about great things that need sharing upon my return.

Whatever you do, find a little rest and relaxation for yourself. Self care is important during stressful days. Unplug and enjoy a little sunshine. Take fifteen minutes to release yourself from the worries of the day and just be. Don’t forget to hug yourself. Things are headed towards better. Believe it.

Until February 20th, stay well.

Vacations come slowly, and then quickly turn into the sweetest memories. 2023 Holiday #1 couldn’t have been better. Every morning began with coffee and a picture window sunrise. Every evening ended with laughter and great conversations before sleep arrived. The hours in between were filled with everything from elephant seals to time at a real castle. Through all the beauty and wonders we experienced, there were two hours of sheer enchantment. One with a Godmother and the other with a true Goddess.

There are some people in this world that are so wise and amazing that just to know them for a moment is a golden gift. To be so lucky to know them as friends and family is miraculous. Such it is with these two women. In my world of long ago, going to the beach meant pajamas, coffee, and a week with my Godmother. One in which we would never leave the house, or even the couch, but spend hours talking and laughing about this and that.

My Godmother, TJ, and I are not born in the same decade, as you might guess. Chronologically, she is 20 years older. As souls go, we are exactly the same age. Throughout life, she has provided a window into what my future might be like as I aged. During milestones in life, I made notes of her journey, hoping I could remember which turns to take 20 years down the line.

Not often do we find a role model to look up to throughout an entire life. Even less often is that person a close family member as special as a God Mother. I’ve been that blessed during all of my 67 years to know she has always been there, never injecting herself into my decisions, but leading by example with her amazing humor, wit, and wisdom. When everyone else was too busy, TJ, was always there with a smile and hug.

As the Mysterious Marine and I prepared for our beach adventure, I talked endlessly about seeing TJ and another Coastal Bestie, the Goddess of the Central Coast. There is just so much to share about these two women. MM would listen intently, probably thinking I’d lost my mind. How could two women be so intriguing? So beautiful? So beyond perfection? In MM fashion, he would just smile and assure me he’d look forward to meeting them both.

We chose Valentine’s Day for our visits. This was extremely sweet of MM, as he had asked that Valentine’s Day be reserved for just two. We planned an hour’s visit at each stop. With roses in hand, off we went.

Arriving just before 1 pm, TJ greeted us with open arms, as always. I have one familial soul mate. It’s my God Mother. I haven’t one little doubt that when we get to heaven, we’ll have eternity to sit in our PJ’s sipping coffee while the days pass slowly. For now, I was blessed with a golden hour. It was as if we’d been living next door to each other and not one minute had passed since our last visit.

During this hour, something magical happened. MM was enchanted, as well. Sucked into our conversations, we laughed as we shared stories of the past. Time bandits consumed the hour, making it seem like minutes. With a scheduled arrival with the Goddess of the Central Coast at 2 PM, we had to leave far too soon.

On the drive to our next visit, MM used the following adjectives. Amazing. Enchanting. Wise. Sweet. Charming. In 4 minutes, we’d arrived at our next stop. You cannot keep a Goddess waiting.

When a woman owns the title Goddess of the Central Coast, you should have no doubt that she shines as brightly as the moon over the Pacific Ocean. Bright and enchanting, if not for TJ, I would’ve never had the privilege of meeting this beautiful woman. They’ve been besties and neighbors for a very long time. The Goddess is truly a woman of grace and courage. Because of her status as the Goddess of the Central Coast as well as a Sister in Christ, her house was spared during an incident with a rogue wave. Other houses in the neighborhood had broken windows and even worse damage during a violent storm that hit just weeks ago. While bravely hunkered down in her house, the wave tore off shingles while lifting her deck off the pilings.

Of course, the Goddess of the Central Coast was blessed with just the right circumstances to have captured a video of the rogue wave hitting her house. Her roofer had come to do some minor work and was atop the roof when it hit. He captured the entire event. Mind you, the wave went over the top of the two story house right next door. A huge log was tossed up and then washed back into the sea, destroying some railing. Watching the dramatic and breathtaking images it was obvious that roofer must have nerves of steel. The camera never shook. Coastal Goddesses and their people are strong!

During the next 20 years, I want to remember the road maps these two remarkable widows have taken. I’m sure they both still have moments in the wilderness of widowhood still. Each woman was married only once to their own remarkable man. But, when forever vows faced death, they weathered their own private storms. They became stronger. Wiser. More beautiful. They didn’t stop living, but went on to create a new life of their own choosing. No rocking chair with a box of Kleenex on the side for these two. They continued on.

The hour with the Goddess evaporated just as quickly as the previous hour had. Although we would’ve loved to have spent more time, the rest of Valentine’s Day belonged to just us. As we drove away, MM just shook his head.

“These women were more wonderful than you could have ever explained.” I just smiled. Another memory shared.

Today, whatever you do, go visit the Goddesses of your life. If you can’t visit, call. If you can’t call, email. Tell them how much you adore their smile, wit, and charm. Tell them how beautiful they are, because, as everyone knows, God Mothers and Goddesses are the most beautiful women in the world. Cherish them.

More tomorrow.

A rose by any other name would smell as sweet. For those of you that are new to my blog, I must tell you that I’ve very rarely used real name in this blog. Privacy is a lovely thing and names of those I love are precious and private. Even my late husband true identity hides behind the letters VST. This title was assigned him by my very own God Mother, TJ. Very few know the real meaning of the letters VST, but if you did, you would surely smile as he always did in her presence.

For the last six months, I’ve been spending quality time with a Mysterious Marine. In the beginning of our friendship, we were both mysterious, with lots to share about our lives. Widowed, both, we’d experienced the mysteries of life and death as we said tear-filled Goodbyes to our beloved spouses. Years earlier, in very separate lives, we’d both been reunited with them through class reunions after life had beat us up a bit. We both married these high school friends and went on to enjoy amazing lives. The more MM and I talked, the more we shared in common and, over time, the less mysterious he’s became.

Both of us share faith in Jesus Christ as our Lord and Savior. We enjoy attending Bible Study and Church together, each taking turns reminding the other that Sunday is God’s day. We both pray over our meals, remembering family, friends, and those that have gone before us. Our relationship with God is at the center of our world.

There are some other oddities we have in common. He’s from a family of five brothers. I grew up in a family of five sisters. We are both grieving gardeners, who both found healing as we turned our houses into much loved homes. Both of us are keen on keeping a clean and tight ship. We both own dogs that just happen to love each other. We love our little town, the dusty wide spot along the interstate on the high desert plains of Northwestern Nevada.

I wish I could say that we’re a match in the kitchen. Not quite, but at least we’re complementary. He cooks and I clean up after enjoying delicious meals he’s prepared. No mystery that I’m clueless in the kitchen, once having torched a completely great microwave and stove by forgetting hot oil on the burner. Blonde lives in the roots, even after the hair turns grey. I have great respect for fire in the kitchen and anyone that can tame it enough to cook.

After spending our first vacation together, I’m happy to say that we have similar traveling styles. We’re both morning people, although I think I have him beat by an hour. I’m trying to be more of an evening gal, but find my lids closing an hour earlier than his.

We both enjoy our separate homes and time apart. We both enjoy a variety of hobbies and plan to share those in the days to come. We love laughing about the silliness in life. What hasn’t killed us has definitely made us stronger. We are both survivors who have experienced loss at its worst. Life is to be cherished, and we find ways to do that every day!

Everyone knows, Marines are mysterious in their very nature. They were trained to protect and defend. Early on, they learned loose lips sink ships, and kept their own secrets. There lies the mystery of the man. A little mystery is exciting, while evoking wonder, curiosity, and surprise. I can’t wait to learn more about this Mysterious Marine in the days, weeks, and months to come.

I will share one last adorable story with you about this Mysterious Marine and wonderful Doggie Dad.

Wookie is back home. The wook-lets had no more use for her and, quite frankly, she was missed by her adoring fans back home. On Day 2 without her littles, Wookie was quite uncomfortable. Her milk factory was ballooning and it was obvious she was in distress. It was then I got the sweetest call.

“I’m worried about Wookie. She is really swollen. Do you think I need to buy a breast pump?” His voice announced his concerns with quiet compassion as he worried about his canine friend.

A breast pump for a dog? I was raised on a farm. This was a first. I must say, I didn’t quite know how to approach this problem. I had to Google it.

After two trips to the store and the removal of five ounces of dog milk (which looks just like cow’s milk, if you were wondering), Wookie felt much better and was every so grateful to her Doggie Dad. He is a special guy indeed, and yes, Wookie is much better. Nature has a way of handling these problems. Wookie reduced her food and water intake on her own and is now returning to normal. With lots of hot compresses, she’s been one pampered pup.

These days, I may need to change MM’s title. Although still Mysterious in the best ways, he is also Magical, Miraculous, Meticulous, and Magnificent. An all-around great guy with whom I enjoy spending my time.

Whatever you do today, spend some time talking and laughing with someone you care about. Having a side-splitting belly laugh over something silly like milking a dog is a good thing. Heck, Wookie joined in with her million dollar smile (Yes. The dog smiles.) If she could smile at a time like that, we could all take a lesson or two from her. Appreciate your own special friends and be sure to let them know how much you appreciate them. You’ll be glad you did.

More tomorrow.

March is just around the corner! This is the time of year when Mother Nature can’t make up her mind allowing for plenty of indoor time for spring cleaning. That was Monday’s plan. My closet has been in need of a great purge for a couple years now. The day had finally arrived.

Weeding through a wardrobe can be a little difficult. For each piece, memories of the purchase and events to which the garments were worn swirled in my head. Some of the discards still hung with tags. Some of these items were just wrong from the beginning. Everyone has a few of these in their closet. Monday was the day I decided to fix the problem. Closet space is premium real estate in anyone’s house.

First there was one bag. Then, there were three. The final number now resting in my very new trunk equal six. Six bags of clothing that have never seen heavy wear. Each bag holds treasures for someone else to enjoy. All clothing is clean, pressed, and folded. Ready to unfold, hang up, and sell. A purse and pair of brand new shoes hopped onboard. Yesterday was the day to drop them off.

I knew the thrift store hadn’t yet opened, but decided I’d just leave the bags behind the store. This store receives consistently positive reports from friends. People who shop there find the cutest clothes, often bragging about great quality and low prices. True treasures. My donation would fit perfectly in this store.

Driving around the back of the store, I was absolutely shocked. It was as if a group of playful puppies had been at work, emptying each of the 20 or 30 boxes and spreading the contents across the back wall of the store. It truly was a horrible mess created by people that obviously weren’t raised right. In short, it was a thrift store disaster.

I’ll never understand the total disregard that some have for the belongings of others. in this case, it would be delightful if license plates were caught by security cameras. But, thieves in the night are usually successful. It’s sad that this theft resulting in such a huge mess.

At any rate, I would leave the six bags right next to the door. It was daylight now and surely the owner would be happy to receive such a nice donation. My bags held items ready for pricing and the shelf. No muss, no fuss.

As I stepped out of the car to open the trunk, a car came screaming around the corner, parking in haste. The driver’s side door flung open and out popped a very angry woman. It was obvious the owner was just arriving to work to find this horrendous mess. She was not to happy.

“No. No. No. Don’t leave anything. No donations accepted today. Maybe none tomorrow either.” Her words flew out of her mouth like daggers. The message was clear.

Leave.

Now.

Well, alrighty then.

I’ve become increasing irritated at thrift stores and the mind set that all donated items must be new. All items must be this years styles. All items can have not one reason they wouldn’t be hanging on the racks at the local Nordstrom’s. I mean, really? What part of Thrift Store isn’t clear?

Without missing a beat, I got back in my very new and beautiful car and drove away.

I won’t be donating there again. I may not donate these clothes. They may have the fate of castoff’s during Covid when all Thrift Stores were closed. At any rate, they won’t be on her shelves. Of that, I’m 100% sure.

There is something to be said for being grateful and gracious. If her response would’ve been a little calmer, I would’ve been happy to spend an hour helping her clean up the mess.

To the people that ruin this for the rest of us, what a shame. I remember when Thrifting was fun. I always felt good that someone could enjoy the items I had used and loved along the way. Somedays, memories of the 1900’s make me so sad. Things really were that good back then.

Whatever you do today, think about starting your plan for spring cleaning. With Lent beginning today, Easter Sunday will be here in the blink of an eye. Take time to observe a period of moderation and spiritual reflection. Weed those closets and donate your castoffs for the benefit of others. Just try to avoid the stressed out owners.

More tomorrow.