Category Archives: Travel

No Electronics Today

I think I’m safe now. Don’t know. We started the morning with getting our Thanksgiving flights home to Jim’s family. Last night he tried to book from a seminar he was attending and American Airlines only allowed him to pay in Pounds Sterling. This is an AMERICAN airline and Jim thought perhaps the IP address he was linked to wirelessly was running through the UK.

This morning I tried again, they gave him another 24 hours to hold the flights. Went through the entire thing (and our addresses and phones are all from the USA and we’re here in the USA) and it only allowed us to pay in pounds.

He called, and spent 45 precious minutes (that he’s working now to make up for it) talking with a US representative, then an international airline representative. The website is messed up. Then, when updating the profile the new address “didn’t register.”

I went to the grocery store and did self check-out and it scanned three small on-the-vine tomatoes as endive and tried to charge me $7.17 for them instead of $1.41 for our cold dinner tonight. Then it wouldn’t let me check out so I needed the attendant for four items to see me twice.

From then on I restricted myself from electronic devices. This one seems to be working. Let’s hope for an enjoyable weekend for all! The trees are about at their peak here and I’d like to take a few photos over the weekend. There are also other things going on that will keep us busy but relaxed as well. I guard my husband’s down time very carefully. Cheers, Dee

Vacation

There’s no possible way we can ever use the vacation days Jim has accrued. He’s just started a new job at work and once he gets into it, there’s no way to get him to go on vacation and November and December are pretty verboten for time off.

So where do we go? He may have a week off mid-August but I don’t want to travel to somewhere like Europe then when all the kiddos are still out of school and it’s a backpacker’s heyday.

So I’m looking into driving vacations and short, inexpensive flights, trying to stay away from triple digit heat and deserts. I’ll work on it over the weekend as I also have to make plans for the dog because she’s a pain to travel with. Even when hotels will take her, we get a crummy room, can’t have her stay there alone, so our meals are compromised as we can’t take her there either. A week driving into Sonic, forget it. That’s no vacation, eating with the engine running in an air-conditioned car with the dog in the back. And even if Sonic’s burgers are OK, their bathrooms are horrendous.

If you’ve any suggestions for the trip, probably in the Western states or Pacific NW, just comment right here. Thanks! Cheers, Dee

Smart Kids

A seven year-old I know has found an adult’s iPhone and is transfixed by an age-appropriate game.

We were flying to a city he’s going to for the first time so I asked him to check the weather on a one-click program. Without taking a beat from the game he said “It won’t be raining.”

I asked how he knew that without checking the weather. Then I asked how cold it would be and if we’d need a coat. He said “only a light jacket.” All without checking the weather.

So in the end I checked the weather, ascertained that it would be 45 degrees cooler than the departure city and we did, indeed need warmer clothing. When I mentioned that he asked me about frostbite. The lesson to this camper and cub scout is that you always have to pack for any contingency, as frostbite happens when you don’t have the right plan and/or the right clothing and gear.

Today, my dear nephew, you get an F for helping an old lady across the street, or checking the weather at her final destination. Let’s hope you do better meeting your oaths to family and scouts when you fly out to visit. You know we love you and look forward to seeing you.

Ah, the benefit of school, paying attention and staying in it long enough to learn how to earn a living and live a life. When we adults meet we always have such different stories about where we came from, where we went to college, different cities and countries in which we’ve lived.

Jim and I both grew up in small towns that we visit on a regular basis, even though they are far from each other. Both were farming communities. We left. I left because I was 12 and my family moved to the city. He left for college and another world.

We were both smart kids, but he’s brilliant and I’m smart in different ways. We play off each other and that makes a lifetime together. So, he introduced our nephew to a computer game and created a monster. We look forward to hosting him and his grandmother next week and seeing real mountains, museums and nature. Yes, he’ll still want the computer games but there’s a lot to offer here and I hope he takes advantage of it. Cheers! Dee

Home + Delivery

We’re home after only a long weekend and so much has changed! The grasses are taller, the trees budding and flowers starting to bloom. It says something about where we live that we don’t leave often and when we do, no matter the adventure, we are always glad to get home.

The weather is beautiful. It rained last night and threatened today but we awakened to blue skies and an absolutely gorgeous morning. It was probably in the 60’s today.

The fish was back on our counter when we arrived, having been taken care of by a kind neighbor. He’s a betta with a coffee theme, after the language my husband often codes in, Java. He’s in a coffee pot and is named Mocha Joe, or MoJo for short. He was meant for the office but Jim doesn’t want to clean the water at work so he’s my fish, so much for the surprise for the new office!

The dog, Zoe, was very well-adjusted after her sojourn with a colleague of Jim’s for the weekend. She had human companionship that is so important to her and to us for her. She was happy to see us but not freaky happy like after being at the kennel or a vet.

We had to get the dog 25 miles from home, drop off Jim to drive his car home from work and then when Zoe and I started up the mountain I was thinking of what to make for dinner (it was 6:00 p.m.) and what I needed for breakfast this morning. I ended up buying a crusty loaf of rosemary bread, sliced emmenthaler cheese and herbed roasted and sliced turkey. Plus kettle chips. Then I remembered: DELIVERY!

Yesterday morning I finalized my order so first thing today I had fresh juice, milk, bread, bacon, sausage and eggs. So when you arrive home tired from a trip, it pays to have a weekly food delivery in place. Today all I did was several loads of laundry and unpacking.

There’s much more to do tomorrow as we have a work function on Friday and I need to plan for guests for a week beginning a week from today. Menus, cooking, cleaning, snow tire removal, and much more. Back to the daily grind and more! It’s Spring. Time to plant herbs and tomatoes. Cheers, Dee

Menus et al

Jim’s mother and I sat down yesterday and worked out menus for the weekend. Then the guest lists changed for the weekend and for memorial day so they’re being revised. I’m making a chimichurri sauce for steak tonight, corn on the cob and roasted potatoes. Sunday I’m marinating a pork roast in Don’s (my butcher) maple/rosemary marinade/glaze. Then we’ll figure out what we’re missing for Memorial Day and fill in with salads and such.

Yesterday we went to lunch with Jim’s grandmother and uncle, good Mexican food off the main square in their town. Then Jim’s grandmother took us on a tour of area prisons. For such a small county, it seems as if the first County Jail was too crowded so within the last ten years they built another, then yet another that would place some Federal institutions to shame. Then there’s a larger facility operated by the state or feds right next door.

The lesson was a waste of taxpayer dollars. This is a small farming community that is being taken over by the Dallas Metroplex. There is already no industry left, farming is rarely a viable way of life, and eminent domain is going to flood people’s farms and homes in the next few years.

On the wild side, I saw a cardinal on the fence about 20 feet away this morning. This is a sight I’ve seen before but they really are majestic birds so I had to comment. Yesterday I saw a Great Blue heron flying overhead, looked like our cranes “back home.” Then right in front of the car ran a road runner. We watched it in a neighboring field. This was my first sighting of the heron and road runner.

The heat is wilting and it’s not really “hot” yet! We both prefer our dry mountain climate to Texas heat and humidity, but it is good to see family and more are arriving in a couple of hours so I better get a move on. Cheers! Dee

Mooooo

Long day yesterday. We finally got to Jim’s parents’ house at midnight. Jim turned on the bathroom light and saw a bunch of eyes about 20 feet away, yes, made him feel right at home. Ten pair of juvenile bull eyes glowing in the dark. I haven’t had a chance to really see the farm yet. I went out to check on the tomato plants and herbs around nine and it was already hot and humid.

It’s nice to see leaves on the trees and flowers a-bloom. At home we barely have daffodils and tulips. On one side of the street are bare branches and on the sunny side, tiny buds promising Spring one of these days. One thing we do have out here in the country is atmosphere and oxygen, along with humidity that’s coming back to me.

We’re off to lunch with Jim’s grandmother and uncle. It was nice to sleep in until 9:00 local time (8:00 back home) and to know that Zoe (the dog) is in good hands and I don’t have to worry about her for a few days. As Jim’s mother and I cook for family over the weekend, we will have to clean the kitchen floor more often because Zoe won’t be “Hoovering” up the crumbs!

We have the house to ourselves for an hour or so and Jim’s in the shower while I finish dishes and catch up on the blog and emails. It is so quiet here. Tough to know that the home Jim’s folks built by hand over 30 years ago will be torn down and the land flooded for a lake to serve the water needs of the Big City.

Well, all for now. I’m just going to set a spell and see what reading material my mother-in-law left me. Cheers! Dee

A Thistle Relative?

This is what I found today, looks like thistle. I have to find the name and look it up for you. It reminded me of Scotland and a Brit stopped cold by it at the grocery and we both marveled at it. Yes, it’s a weed and I spent $4 for it to remind us of our days in Scotland.

This is what we do when there is no green grass, snow is still melting and the only entertainment is viewing ducks, geese and cranes. Cheers, Dee

Vacation

This month we’re going to see my husband’s family, we haven’t been back to TX in 14 months so it’ll be good to see at least some of the folks.

Last week I brought up the topic of vacation, taking one just for us, in the fall. Jim said “and not go home to the farm?” I said yes. He asked “where?”

Let me preface this. Before he met me he had set foot in Tijuana for an afternoon. I’ve since taken him across the northeast and to Canada. Several years ago he was sent to Scotland and London on a project for several months so we toured extensively, especially me as I got to go along and had a friend there so we hopped on trains and buses everywhere.

My father was visiting Italy at the time so we flew down for a brief weekend, about 30 hours. We spent 8 of those hours sleeping, at least 12 eating, 8 walking and two shopping at the “Church of Soap” for gifts for folks back home. We did not enter one museum. We got to see my dad, and didn’t even scratch the surface of Pisa (except to hop a train) or Florence.

So, when asked where we might go on vacation all by ourselves, I said “Europe.” His reply? “Why would we want to go there? What is there to see???” Oh, not much. Perhaps the Louvre, the Uffizi, coffee at Rivoire, the Vatican, Positano, Schoenbrun Palace, take in an opera at the Staatsoper in Vienna. Little things. Or we could stay in town and go bowling or play miniature golf.

What is there to see, indeed. Granted, churches and art museums are my thing, not his. But I’m sure I can find interesting things for him as well, he loved the castles in Scotland and Churchill’s underground war rooms in London. He’s a good traveler and hopefully will keep an open mind and we’ll see where we end up, after the kids are safely ensconced back in school and the crowds have gone. Ciao, Dee

Grapes, Yes, Again

That’s what you seem to want! I’d like to show you a comment from the original post:

“One of the people responsible for developing those grape varieties you spoke about was Gary Woodbury, a former chemistry teacher at FHS and owner of Woodbury fruit farms. Welch’s didn’t always treat local farmers well, and having other options became desirable. He and my dad (and others?) ran experiments with lots of strangely-named grapes and made wine for years. I remember wathcing the tastings at dinner: uncork it, talk about it for a half an hour, and then grimace and spit when it was horrible. Several worked out well though, and Gary left teaching to become a vintner for a while as the operation grew. They had a spumanti and a champagne that was pretty good, and western NY State is on the map in the world of wine.”

Woodbury Vineyards is on the Seaway Trail. If you ever get to NY State please start in Chautauqua County (it’s 1.5 hours west of the Buffalo airport but worth it) and make sure not to miss the Adirondacks. We took a trip up there a few years ago with Jim’s folks and it’s something we’ll all remember fondly (I hope). Niagara Falls is a powerful reminder of what water can do, as well as the Erie Canal, Finger Lakes et al.

The comment came from a gentleman I grew up with and knew in grade school. I think we had a mutual crush on each other in the fifth grade and he even carved me a wooden violin but was too shy to give it to me. We touched base nearly ten years ago and he’s a great guy, architect and pilot, smart guy. I wish him well in his endeavors and will have to let him know how the grape dishes turn out! Cheers, Dee

Temporary Housing

We moved out here for a short-term opportunity in a bad economic climate. We put our lives in storage and packed two cars and drove 1,600 miles not knowing where we were going to live. We spent the first week at a Residence Inn. They were wonderful. I combed listings and we finally found a place to live.

Remember that all of our kitchen, office, bedroom, bath stuff is in storage. We fell in love with a townhome on a nature preserve, adjacent to a major freeway and grocery stores et al. It is fully furnished. Now someone here wants us out because we have a dog (and we have been here without any complaints for 8 months….)

Jim has been sent out on short-term projects before, to Utah once and to Scotland and England. These “gigs” lasted from 6-12 weeks. We have become experts in corporate housing. Orem, UT was crummy, a hastily manufactured situation that was not worth nearly what his employer paid for it. Then we found SACO. SACO is all over the world, not prevalent in the US but we’ve had a great experience in downtown Glasgow, Southwark (London); and I’ve previous experience in a newly-listed SACO residence in Florence, Italy where I vacationed for several years before meeting Jim.

When on an extended assignment I prefer a flat to a hotel room. I like to cook, as you may know from the heading of this blog. Our longest posting was in Glasgow, right off George’s Square and looking into the incredible, must-visit City Hall. Christine was fantastic as manager. The European model is that one makes one’s own bed and food and once a week, the flat is cleaned and sheets and towels changed out. We had a one bedroom flat and Jim had bought a MacBook and we got Skype so I could have e-mail and call home and pay our bills back home and such. I had to buy a real chef’s knife and cutting board but once I found out the UK electric system I was able to make tea and toast, eggs and pancetta, and do laundry.

In London, it was edgier, a larger brand-new condo complex and no interaction with staff. As I was experienced, I dealt with it by cooking a bit and by ordering out with a marvelous service!

Here, it’s different. This is a private deal that we initially had on a short-term basis because Jim’s contract was short-term. Let me tell you why this is special. It’s a turnkey home but it doesn’t just have four forks, knives and spoons, four plates and cups. It has service for ten, usable pots and pans (I’ve added a couple). I always bring my own knives and had to buy a large cutting board. Most of the people who rent this place just want to ski for the weekend, they go to Starbucks for coffee and never cook.

There’s a galley kitchen with good storage space and beautiful knotty alder doors and cabinetry throughout. What tweaks my culinary heart is that there is: a butter dish; creamer and sugar china; more than four place settings of everything; and fantastic appliances.

There are board games for rainy or blizzard days, books to read, even a snow block so one can make snow structures. We came here on a short-term contract and have decided to stay for work, and stay in the area. Perhaps not here, because someone has made it a life’s work to kick us out because we are renting and have a dog. But we always land on our feet. No worries. We enjoy our temporary situation, miss our stuff in storage and look toward the future.

Europe is so far ahead of us in terms of short-term housing options (a week to months) and I’d like to help Americans adapt to that trend. I just know that when I’m going to be somewhere for over a week I want to be able to at least have juice, tea and cereal in the morning. No, I want more. Toast and butter and jam, two eggs scrambled with shredded parm, and two slices of bacon. I’ll wash the dishes. Cheers, Dee