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Dated memories
July 31, 2019, 5:31 am
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24883D8D-7C55-47A3-9625-7A952FF50A313 years ago today on July 31, 2016, I woke up to a text from a good friend in North Carolina. “Are you okay?” My first thought was “I was, since I was sleeping.” My second thought was “Oh shit! What does he know that I don’t?” I googled “Mukilteo news”. Immediately, I found a story about 3 teens murdered at a Mukilteo house party. I kept reading, to find out that they were having a quiet get together before returning to college. Returning to college meant that they had already been to college. Teen meant that they were  Cameron’s age. There was a picture of the house it happened at. In that moment, I knew that I knew the homeowners and most likely some of the kids who were there. I started crying and called Cameron.   Someone had contacted his girlfriend, so they knew, but at that point, they didn’t know who had been killed. Cameron checked his phone and saw that Jake, one of his best friends since 4th grade had texted him the night before, inviting him to hang out with the old summit crew before they went back to school. We later found out that Jake was one of the kids who had been killed. 3 amazing lives, gone at 19. The rest of the kids at the party and friends and families of all of them are forever changed. Cameron and I had 3 more friends die in the second half of 2016.

July 31, 2017. The whole summer was a blur. That day was just another day I spent wondering why I was still alive. The pudendal nerve pain I was experiencing made life not worth living. I had found a website that said the sooner you accept that the pain is your new normal, the better your life will be. Fuck that!! If the surgery didn’t fix the pain, I was going to schedule a date for one of my pilot friends to go with me to Hawaii, rent a plane and struggle with me a little as I got out of the plane to skydive into the active volcano. If a person goes to hell for committing suicide, I figure I might as well go straight in! If that story is bs, it’s still an awesome way to die compared to dying in a hospital bed. Recently, Cameron said that 2017 was the worst summer of his life because of how sick I was and neither of us could figure out how to make it better. Ultimately, surgery worked and life started getting better again.

July 31, 2018 I hiked with a friend to Snow Lake. Almost everyone had gone home by the time we got to the lake. It’s imperative I go skinny dipping in every alpine lake I hike to. It was a great day!


A few months after Jake was killed in 2016, Cameron’s girlfriend Rayla, went to the animal shelter with a friend. Neither Rayla nor I should ever go to animal shelters. We suck at coming back home alone. She found an adorable healthy 120 pound puppy. His name was Jax. By the end of the day, everyone was calling him Jake. Cameron and Jake have been inseparable. Jake is their baby. He’s a sweet, sweet boy. We found out recently that he has a fast growing osteosarcoma. Keta the Rottweiler died from metastatic osteosarcoma 9 years ago. I kept her going with the same supplements I was taking for 4 years. Lucy the bullmastiff had a big lump on her leg and cancer too. Jake’s tumor is faster growing and he can no longer put any weight on that leg. The veterinarian had a cancellation. Baby Jake is scheduled to have his leg amputated today. Cameron and Rayla seem to be doing better than I am. Jake is the third dog in our house to have cancer in the last 10 years and I’m seeing myself as the common denominator.

If praying is your thing, we could use a few extras today! I hope Cameron will always remember 2017 as being the worst summer of his life!

Love, gratitude and blessings


I’m still alive! Another birthday! Yay!
June 17, 2019, 1:50 am
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Oh my! It’s been almost 2 years! I’m still alive, but better than I’ve been in a long, long time!  My redox family has adopted me and has been providing me enough redox to be drinking 1/2 bottle a day and using the topical gel too. My health is steadily improving!

About a month ago, I asked for the Monday after my birthday off, so I’d have 3 days off in a row. I wanted to hike up to Camp Muir at Mount Rainier. It’s the base camp to adjust to altitude and summit the next day. I’m nowhere near ready to summit and Camp Muir is as high as you’re allowed to go without a guide. My 2 regular hiking partners were both going to be out of town. I posted on Facebook, asking if anyone wanted to go. I got a few private messages saying yes. I asked on workplace to see if any of my coworkers wanted to go. I called and asked a few friends if they wanted to go. As the date approached, only one guy I’ve never met was going to go with me. I wasn’t sure if going with a guy I’d never met was safer than going alone, but he seemed okay. The plan was to go down Sunday morning, set up camp and rest, then get up around midnight and start the hike to be at Camp Muir for sunrise. By Sunday morning, I had confirmation from everyone who showed interest, that they weren’t going. As I got my food ready and loaded my van, I kept hoping someone would change their mind.  There’s no cell phone service from almost an hour away from Mt Rainier National Park and it took another hour to get to Paradise from there. I don’t like hiking alone in places where there’s no cell phone service, just in case something happens. It’s a popular place in summer, but being able to call out makes me feel safer.

My son, tried to make a deal with me that he’d go to Mailbox Peak with me on Monday if I didn’t go to Mount Rainier. He had already said he didn’t want to go to the mailbox. 4,200′ elevation gain and 5-9 miles depending on which trail, didn’t sound like a lot of fun with someone who didn’t want to go.

Around 8pm, I made my final decision and started driving. I stopped at Fred Meyer in Maple Valley (I think) and got sunscreen, more snacks and filled my gas tank. There were a bunch of kids in pickup trucks hanging out in the parking lot. I didn’t feel safe, the way they were squealing tires and goofing around. Continuing on. After passing Buckley on highway 410, the road was quiet. I was following a car.  Nobody was behind me and nobody passed us for miles. They were going below the speed limit, but knowing there’s no phone service, I didn’t want to go faster or be in front with a higher risk of hitting a deer. As we went through Greenwater, they slowed down after the flashing Elk Crossing sign.  They pulled over to let me pass, then make a u-turn. I felt really alone. For months, I’ve been telling people I wanted to go to Greenwater to search for Bigfoot, since there have been more “sightings” there. I freaked myself out, “knowing” I’d see Bigfoot if I had any car problems. There was almost no radio reception, so I listened to static, to avoid hearing anything outside of the van. By the time I got to the sign “Mount Rainier National Park”, I was about to pee myself.  Just after the sign, was a giant elk statue. Wait, it moved. It wasn’t a statue, it was a giant elk. It could have been a normal size, but it looked giant to me! I kept driving. A little mouse ran across the road.  I don’t think I hit it. With no lights and the moon hiding behind the trees, it was hard to see what was on either side of the road. In many places, my headlights were shining on the tops of trees as I rounded the curves. The speed limit was 35, but that felt too fast. There were no other cars and the last thing I wanted to do was accidentally drive off a cliff. I got to the gate where you pay. It was midnight and nobody was there. I had my America the Beautiful pass, so proceeded past the gate. There was a picnic area with bathrooms, so I stopped. It was so dark!  I opened the door to get out and heard something crunching through the woods behind the bathroom. I jumped back in the van, shut the door and locked it. Holy shit!  What was out there?! I was afraid to walk to the bathroom. I had my “Freshette” (pee funnel) and pee’d in a bottle in the van. How the fuck was I going to do this hike if I was afraid to get out of the van?! I got up enough courage to pour the pee out on the pavement and quickly shut the door and locked it again. I continued driving the 19 miles up to Paradise. By the time I got there, I had to pee again. I have a habit of not eating or drinking enough while I’m hiking, so I was drinking water the whole way there. I was excited when I saw lights. I drove over to the suv with the lights on. There were 2 guys. I asked them if they were headed up or leaving. They were getting ready to hike up. They showed me where the trail was. I drove around the parking lot, then looped around and parked about 6 spots away from them. There were about 20 cars in the parking lot. I didn’t see a bathroom. The moon was shining bright. I got out and heard one of them ask “Should we take the acid now or wait until the sun starts coming up?” I quickly decided I’d hike alone, but was glad there were people around. I pee’d, then got back in the van to eat. Less than a minute after getting back in, I felt the van get bumped. It startled me! I looked up to see a giant elk almost trying to move the van in order to lick my pee off the curb. She was as long as the van is wide. She lifted her head and we made eye contact. I wanted to take a picture through the windshield, but didn’t want to scare her. She was beautiful!  She went back to licking the salt I left. I heard people talking. She looked up and saw them, then put her head down and slowly walked to the bushes.

I wondered how many other animals were lurking in the shadows watching me that I was completely unaware of. Was Bigfoot out there? After eating, I decided to set an alarm and sleep a couple hours before hiking up to at least Panarama Point to see the sunrise. The guys in the suv left for the trail. It was so quiet. I could hear the blood wooshing through my ears with every heartbeat. Sleeping wasn’t going to happen, so I did my “go to” meditation. I had everything ready to go. I got up and changed into my layers. One of my coworkers downloaded the route he takes onto my phone and linked it to my watch. I tried for almost an hour to get my watch to navigate or track me. It worked the last time I did it and worked fine 2 days later, but up on the mountain, I couldn’t figure it out. The buttons I normally push weren’t finding it.

I got frustrated enough to no longer be concerned about Bigfoot, bears, mountain lions or guys high on LSD.

As soon as I stepped from the parking lot to the trail, I was on snow. The trip reports and people I talked to last week, said they didn’t need their microspikes, crampons or ice ax. I left the ice ax in the van. The trail was not clearly marked. I followed crunchy boot prints. I had a headlamp and looked around as I walked. The moon was bright enough to show the outline of Mount Rainier, even though it was then on the other side. It was still so quiet. I kept following boot prints. I should’ve gotten my phone out to see that it was tracking my route, but didn’t want the distraction. After an hour of hiking, the sky started to lighten. So many varieties of birds started chirping.


5:16am Mount Rainier from Paradise enroute to Camp Muir

Just after taking the picture, a giant owl swooped down and back up into a tree, just for me to see her. She may have had another reason, but I think she knew how much I love owls and wanted me to see how beautiful she was


Almost sunrise

After taking that picture, 4 people were hiking up behind me. I called out to them and pointed out Mount Adams. They invited me to hike with them. It was their 4th trip to Camp Muir in the last 6 weeks. They had also summitted Mount Adams and Mount Saint Helens. They are planning to summit Mount Rainier in 3 weeks. One was from Olympia and the others live in LA. I walked with them, but told them I had a turn around time. I had told Cameron not to worry about me unless he hadn’t heard from me at noon. With no cell service, I knew I needed to head back to get to the car by 10 to prevent him from calling 911. Their focus was getting to Camp Muir. Mine was taking in the serenity of the majestic mountain and all of its beauty.


5:29 am Mount Adams from about 6,500′ elevation on Mount Rainier


Darren from Olympia assured me it wasn’t as bad as it looked. I totally disagree! It was much steeper than it looks in this picture!



This is not a white sandy beach. It’s a snow field near Panarama Point enroute to Camp Muir

My new friends continued on, while I explored the snow field.



It looks like someplace on a sci-fi movie. I could hear waterfalls, but didn’t see them. As the snow melted, the waterfalls got louder. It had been so quiet before the sun came up.




I love all the layers of rock! But why has the snow melted off of them?


Marmot footprints



Mount Adams, Mount Hood and Mount Saint Helens



It’s roped off for a reason, but it’s how I got up, so that’s how I went down. Just before I got the camera out, I saw a coyote or wolf down below. It’s so far away, I can’t see it in the picture.



Apparently straight was the trail



Mount Saint Helens back there



While backing down this little hill, I noticed the spaceship hiding behind that cloud



This picture shows my almost life threatening mistake! Never try to slide down a hill with micro spikes or crampons on your shoes! I scooted to the left to slide down the butt track, but…

I didn’t know what I didn’t know.

Not being a skier or snowboarder, the hill was bigger and steeper than any hill I’ve ever gone down. On the way up, I asked one of the guys “How (TF) am I going to get down this?!” He said “Just sit on your butt and slide.” Safe glissading requires more education than I had. As you can see, there are boulders down there. I guess they look like little spots, but they’re big. Hitting one could break things! All I could think about was the woman who told me her friend was glissading, crashed and has permanent brain damage from hitting her head. Someone else showed me how to use my trekking poles to maintain control, since I was told I wouldn’t need my ice ax and left it in the van. Nothing could have prepared me for what was about to happen. Symbolism for coyote is to trust your intuition. Seeing her was telling me to be careful, because I already knew this wasn’t going to go well.  I could tell by the crunchy snow, that the boot track was going to be really bumpy, but I needed to sit there and pray before scooting over to slide down the trail the butts before me left. I had already backed down about 1/3 of the hill, hoping that by starting here, I’d avoid hitting the boulders down below. I sat for what seemed like 10 minutes, praying and asking angels, my dad, calling on all of my dead dogs by name, Ty, Dee, Lizabeth, Lisa, Elizabeth,Mary, Derek, Jake and anyone else who died that I may not have realized they actually liked me…to help me navigate this without getting hurt. I decided that keeping my feet up regardless of how fast I got going, was going to be safer than trying to use my feet to slow me down. There was about 1/2 mile of flat -ish snow before a drop off at the other end of the snow field, so I knew I had plenty of stopping room. Just as I attempted to get in position, I started sliding. I leaned back to keep my feet up. I thought I tried to use my poles, but before I knew what was happening, the microspikes on my shoes must have grabbed the snow. I cartwheeled over and continued tumbling down the hill. Without poles in my hands, I hugged my body with my arms and kept rolling. I didn’t know how I lost the poles. When I finally came to a stop, I was on my back. I slowly moved, feeling if anything hurt. I couldn’t put pressure on my left wrist and my left shoulder hurt. I looked up the hill. My poles were higher than I thought I started, about 50 yards back up the hill. My hat too. My Nuun bottle was 20 feet to the left and my sunglasses were off my face. I knew I couldn’t safely get back to the van without my poles and didn’t want to have to cover my forehead and neck with sunscreen. I crawled back up to get my stuff. I found my sunglasses and my magnesium oil that I didn’t know had fallen out of my backpack. Instead of attempting to glissade down again, I went backwards, kicking steps in with my boots. I collected all of my things, then took my pack off to eat, drink and re-secure everything.  I “heard” Ty laughing, saying “Duuuude, that was awesome! Are you okay?” I responded “Thanks a lot motherfucker.” Terms of endearment, you know.


Mount Saint Helens after my crash



Almost back to the parking lot


4 marmots entertaining me. The one on the right would stand on its hind legs and another one would push it. It fell and slid down the hill. They did it 3 times while I watched and laughed.

After seeing the marmots playing, people started coming up the mountain. I probably saw 40 people headed up before I got back to the van a little after 10am. Most were fully loaded down, attempting to summit Mount Rainier the following day. I don’t know if that’s something I want to do or not. If it makes it on my bucket list, I’ll get glissading lessons and master it until I think it’s fun!

Had I decided not to go…

I wouldn’t have seen either elk, the owl, the coyote, the playful marmots, the most beautiful sunrise I’ve ever seen, heard the waterfalls I couldn’t see or experienced any of the many things I didn’t tell you about. I wouldn’t have been afraid to get out of the van and did it anyway. Doing things that scare me, make the other scary things not so scary.

Love, gratitude and blessings




Rat, bunny, cat or raccoon
July 1, 2017, 12:38 am
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This morning while watering my garden, I stepped on a board that I thought had hammered down nails in the end. Nope! Two of the straight nails, went through my shoes and punctured my foot. I screamed the entire F word and quickly jerked my foot up! The force knocked it off my foot. I dropped the hose and jumped up onto the hot tub to see how bad it was. I was hoping for a lot of blood, but instead, there was only a little dripping out of both holes. I squeezed my foot, trying to make it bleed more. I’ve always thought that extra bleeding might help clean out the wound. It stopped after I wiped it off. No, I just thought it stopped. I ran upstairs to clean it, leaving left bloody footprints all the way. After running hot water over it and washing it, I slathered it with a charcoal, turmeric, castor oil poultice I made for the cancer on my leg. About an hour later, I applied a cayenne tincture and another coat of the charcoal mixture. As the day progressed, my foot got more and more tender.  It feels really bruised. Tetanus shots are supposed to last 10 years, aren’t they? Apparently I had one sometime after I broke my back on 07/07/07.

All of that so the piece of wood makes sense.

This week, I have seen a rat, a bunny, a cat and a raccoon in my back yard.

Two nights ago, I was on my side yard and heard something on the wood fence. Lucy the bulmastiff was on the deck gnawing on a bone. I said “Helloooo”, to alert the creature of my presence. The little masked face struggled to switch directions and climb over the other corner of the fence. It was the first time in 18 years, that I had seen a raccoon in my backyard. I’m guessing that maybe it smelled Lucy’s bone. I went inside the house. A few minutes later I got one of those weird feelings. Something wasn’t right, Lucy was still chewing and 10 feet away, glaring at Lucy, was a young looking raccoon. I asked “What are you doing?” Lucy turned to look at me, with a confused look on her face, probably wondering what she had done wrong. The sneaky raccoon climbed the retaining wall and back over the fence.

Tonight, I went out on the deck to assess the temperature. It was a quiet night, until something moved a few times in the gravel around the hot tub.

In a split second, visuals of the piece of wood that had already bitten me, the rat, bunny, cat and raccoon, all trying to attack me, flashed across the screen of my mind. I screamed and ran inside, quickly shutting the door behind me!

Five minutes later, Lucy and I went out the front door, to spend an hour, walking in the woods. There were noises along the way. Owls in the trees, crunching leaves and branches. Why did I scream in my backyard at the thought of a creature, but knowingly went out of cell service into the forest?

Somehow, there’s a lesson there! For now, it’s past my bedtime.

Love, gratitude and blessings


Happy Birthday to me!
June 9, 2017, 12:36 am
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What an amazing day! I went to the naked spa, then to the Kamiak choir concert to hear them sing a song for Anna Bui. Her favorite composer put it together and was there to conduct the choir. Several of Anna’s friends sang too! They all did a great job!


Next, I remembered I got a redbox email for a free Birthday rental. I got A Dog’s Purpose. Apparently I’ll be up awhile.

When I got home, there was a FedX box on the porch and a balloon and card tied to the front door! I love surprises!

The kids met me at the woods for a night hike, but within about 30 yards, Lucy had gotten herself stuck in the bushes. Cameron got her out, then she ran back to the street where we came in. It was really dark in there. I don’t know if she was afraid of the dark or something or someone was in there that she was avoiding. Either way, we took the warning and just walked around the neighborhood. When we were in an open field, I looked up at the sky. I “felt” Derek. I “heard” him say “Suzi, Suzi, Suzi. I love my little Suzi” I smiled and really felt like he was standing behind me with his arms wrapped around the front. Derek was a homeless guy I let move in with us in 2008 -2009. Lucy and I split off from the other 3 humans and 3 dogs we were with. They drove to the house and motioned for me to come back to the car. The humans sang a different Birthday song to me and gave me roses. Cameron had one more thing for me.

A silver dollar.  There’s a long story that goes with the Silverdollar. I will tell it to you sometime, but for now,  it’s movie time! Thank you, thank you, thank you for all of the birthday wishes! May your world be filled with as many adventures as mine!

Love, Gratitude and blessings,


Did you poop today?
June 4, 2017, 2:03 pm
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I met a woman yesterday who just finished medical school. She said she’s on a zero carb diet and only eats meat. 2,500 calories a day of just meat. Mostly beef. That’s about 2 pounds of meat every day. No added fat. No fruits or vegetables. No supplements. I told her my body wouldn’t poop if I ate like that and she said she poops once or twice a week and that’s enough. She said she feels better than any other diet she’s been on. She was about 5’7″ and looked about 100-110 pounds. Healthy and strong are not words I would’ve used to describe her, but she was nice and friendly. I’ve been told not to compare myself to others, but I do. I probably always will. Watching how other people eat and exercise and the results they get has always played a role in my choices.  Knowing there are other factors too, I don’t only rely on just the observations of others. The bmi (body mass index) charts, say I’m obese at 5’7″ and 170 pounds, but I love my body and the way I look.

At the old Elwa dam

Even with cancer, I get asked to help make the rounds on a food bank truck, collecting food and loading a box truck. If I were 110 pounds, I wouldn’t have the strength to do that job!

Where do people on an all meat diet get their vitamins and minerals from? What about probiotics? What about fiber to feed the probiotics, who ultimately digest our food? Do the kidneys get stressed from that much protein?

Hippocrates, the founder of modern medicine, said “All disease begins in the gut”. That statement is still, over 2,000 years later, probably mostly true.

Years ago, I had a client whose doctor told her it was perfectly healthy to only poop once a week. I completely disagree! I told her to do an experiment. Every time you eat, get the same amount of food and put it in a garbage can or bucket. Store it in a room that’s 98 degrees Fahrenheit. Keep loading the bucket until you poop. What do you think happens in the bucket? What’s it smell like? Now I know our bodies have hydrochloric acid to help break down the food, but how healthy could it be to have it sitting in our intestines for 3-7 days?

Babies usually poop after every meal. Dogs do too. I don’t know about other animals because I don’t pick up their poop. My goal will always be to poop every day!

I’ve never gone to medical school and probably won’t. I’m going to continue consuming raw and fermented foods daily, along with some cooked foods, healthy fats and enough protein to maintain my muscle mass, along with enough clean water to keep things moving and stay hydrated.

Did you poop today?


Love, gratitude and blessings


Sunset at the Mukilteo Lighthouse Park beach
May 27, 2017, 12:04 am
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The only thing missing was… Nothing. Nothing was missing, it was perfect!

I got off work early enough to see the sunset on the way home. Even though the sun had already dropped below the Olympics, I still drove to the beach for the grand finale. The parking lot was crowded with cars parked in truck/boat trailer only parking. Either they can’t read or don’t think they’ll be ticketed or some other option. I got a great parking spot, like I usually do. There were so many people it looked like the last day of school! Beach volleyball, kites, lighted frisbees,  kids running everywhere, fires in every fire pit and lots of chatter and laughter.


I saw saw one of Lucy the bulmastiff’s past people siblings, who asked where she was. I was so distracted by the buzz in the air, I had forgotten how dark it was going to be in the woods. I hurried home and got Lucy. By the time we got to the woods, it was SO dark! I didn’t know if it would be safe being that dark, but I trusted that I’d feel my way thru the parts I couldn’t see. Immediately we heard one of our owl friends. I think it watches for us and laughs when I try to imitate it. Next, we heard frogs in an area we don’t usually hear them, then we heard what sounded like a dog barking, but there are no houses that direction. It reminded me of the time Cameron and I heard the same thing and decided it was a “trap”.  It was SO dark! I was amazed that I kept missing the roots I know cross the path. I hugged the bushes along the trail where I knew the cliff was, because I couldn’t see anything. We made it out without slipping, tripping, falling in a hole or off a cliff or running into anything! I always feel so accomplished when I push myself to do something I don’t think I can do. Now, I lay on top of the hot tub cover, feeling the cool breeze on my face, smelling a variety of flowers, seeing the stars in the dark night, hearing one neighbor’s tv and another one snoring and being grateful neither of them is in my bed! This morning I said “Something really good is going to happen to me today!” It did! What an amazing night!

Love, gratitude and blessings


Best day I’ve had all year!
May 22, 2017, 12:48 am
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Today was one of the best days I’ve had all year! I got up earlier than a normal Sunday morning, made organic chicken sausages with sauerkraut for Lucy and myself, returned a phone call and had 2 coffee enemas before noon.  This wasn’t just any phone call, but the first time I’ve talk to him in 25 years. It wasn’t that we ever had issues with each other, but that he had graduated from the kids table at family functions. I never felt like I belonged at those events. We had so much to talk about! Our  entire lives, we’ve both felt like we were the black sheep in the family. We talked about our great grandmother and that she’s 100% Cherokee Indian. That explains so much to me about myself! One of my ancestors was definitely a medicine woman who sparked my desire to learn what she knew!

We talked about people we looked up to, who told us we were worthless and ugly. We both wondered how those words have affected our adult lives. My favorite gossip about me…He didn’t want to hurt my feelings, but wanted me to know the East coast clan, has referred to me as “the wild child”, the non-conformist, the rule breaker. Does it get any better than that?!! Oh my goodness!! What compliments! It reminded me that when my ex was mad at me, he yell “why can’t you be like everybody else?!”

Back  then, it confused me. I wondered why would I want to be like everybody else? Why would he want me to be like everybody else?

Now, I’m wondering what I did 30+ years ago that they all remember but I forgot. None of them know me well enough to call me those things from my adult life. I must’ve been so much cooler than I remember!

After talking for two hours to my kindred spirit, my kid and I continued working on the raised garden bed we started last week.  We dug out all the grass and then dug deeper so we could mix the ground soil with a fresh organic soil, loaded with nutrients and mycorrhizae.   We ran into lots of roots and rocks that we also removed. It took a lot longer than either of us thought it would, but we enjoyed working together. It was the first time this year that I’ve sat and kneeled and crawled around in the dirt with bare legs. I didn’t do much running today, but running shorts helped the owie on my leg. Anything touching it hurts, including a bandage. The center is only the size of a pencil eraser, but the swelling is about 4 inches diameter.


I left the one near my ankle bandaged with tegaderm to prevent dirt from getting on or potentially in it. It looks angry.


Oh, talking about angry, after my first morning pee, I looked in the mirror while washing my hands. WTF! My eye didn’t hurt. It wasn’t glued shut. I put ASEA in it every time I went to the bathroom. It looks so much better than earlier, but still looks angry!


I’m in enough pain from my leg, but wondering how my eye can look so painful, but feel no different than usual.

Enough of owies! My skin got the perfect amount of sunshine, we got the raised bed finished and tomorrow I’ll staple the wire fence around it to keep Lucy the bulmastiff, from pooping on my veggies.  I made a yummy dinner and shared it with Cameron and Lucy. We watched a few videos on our phones, while we waited for Rayla, Jake, Ginger and Ladybug to join us on our night hike. I also talked to my aunt. She and my cousin are in town, so I’ll get to see them this week too! I haven’t seen them in 11  years.

Tonight’s night hike was really dark. So dark, that Lucy wandered into a fallen tree and couldn’t figure out how to get out. Luckily, I saw how dark it was going to be and grabbed a headlamp before we left. We all made it out alive. To a lot of people, that may not have been an epic day. For me, it was perfect! I love who I am! There’s nobody I’d rather be!

Love, gratitude and blessings