The View From My Cubicle

On the days that I work the morning shift at the entrance station, it can be pretty slow in the early hours of the day. On those days, I like to watch the flowers grow.


These little asters are in reality, only about four inches tall. But, they can seem like towering plants, depending on your perspective.




Yes, I was practically lying on the ground, in my spiffy uniform, hat and all, trying to get a good shot of them. And while most of them are pathetically out of focus, I still like the feel of the photos enough to share them.




I can only imagine that this is the what a bug or a ground squirrel would see on their little journey through that patch of weeds.




And while there is no picture of him, one of those little ground squirrels did come by, and peek his head in my door that day. I just wasn't fast enough to capture him. The view from my cubicle is great!

Remember Whensday

Back in 1992, when FabGrandpa and I were newly married, we decided to take a weekend trip to the mountains of Tennessee. We reserved a cabin in Sevierville, left the three teenaged girls at home, and took off for some much needed R&R.

We got to the cabin, unloaded the car, then took a drive over to Cherokee, North Carolina. On the way back it started snowing. We pulled over on a scenic overlook and watched the snow falling for a while.

When we got in bed that night, and looked up, we discovered that there were mirrors on the ceiling over the bed. I don't think we have laughed so long and hard as we did that night. Every time we looked up, there we were! It was far from romantic, but it was just what we needed that night.

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Shrimp Stir Fry

When we were in Flagstaff last week, I bought a refrigerator full of veggies, including some bok choy. I have never bought or eaten bok choy before, that I know of, but it always looks so good in the store. So, when I got home tonight, and wanted something quick and easy to cook for dinner, I thought about that bok choy in the fridge.



I also had a bag of raw shrimp in the freezer, so I decided to make a shrimp stir fry. To make this, I used :

1 whole red bell pepper, cut into strips
2 small zuchinni, sliced
1 small onion, sliced
4 cloves of garlic, chopped
1 small bok choy, sliced thinly
1 pound raw shrimp, peeled
salt and pepper to taste
1 package bean thread noodles, cooked according to package directions

Heat a couple tablespoons of olive oil in a skillet, add all the chopped veggies, and stir fry until they are done to your liking (I cooked mine about 7 minutes). Add some salt and pepper, a couple of shakes of some gluten free soy sauce, and 1 pound of shrimp, peeled. Stir and cook about 5 minutes more, until shrimp is done.

I served this over bean thread noodles, with more gluten free soy sauce. It turned out very good. FabGrandpa said for me to put bok choy on the shopping list more often.

A Soapmaking Day

I wouldn't exactly call this a hobby, because I don't make soap every week or every month. I only make it when we need some more bars. I started making my own soap in, I think, 1996. FabGrandpa's skin itched all the time, and we had tried every brand of soap available in the store. So, I learned how to make our own at home.



It is really easy, once you get the hang of it (and all the proper equipment to do it with). Yesterday, I made seven pounds of lavender mint soap. (I wish you could smell this picture) This should last us six months or more, even if I give some away as gifts. It is now in the back of the truck, where it will sit for a week or two to dry and cure, before I put it all in ziplock bags and store it in the bathroom. I'll have to make another batch next week, with clary sage and cinnamon in it, then I'll be done for another year.

Scenic Sunday

This is the view from the entrance station on Friday, July 24, 2009, where I work. A thunderstorm was approaching from the north. The rain and the breeze it created helped to cool the temps down to 70 degrees. Nice!

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Make New Friends, But Keep The Old...

(Me and my sister, circa 1964)

Anyone who has ever been a Girl Scout will know that song.....One is silver and the other gold.

This week has been busy, and full of friends, both old and new. Last Saturday, FabGrandpa and I had a little dinner party to celebrate our wedding anniversary. Our guests included Curtis and KJ, a couple we met here at the North Rim, and have been trying to get together with since the end of April. Our schedules finally clicked last weekend. I had so much fun getting to know them better, and hope we will be friends for a long while. Curtis is an electrician here, and KJ, his wife, is a law enforcement ranger.

On Tuesday, I had my appointment with my new musculo-skelteal doctor, Dr. Monika Radloff, in Flagstaff. In my opinion, she is a very good doctor. She spent lots of time, both listening to my description of my symptoms, and in explaining to me what is wrong with me and telling me how to get better. While I hope I don't have to visit her very often, I am glad that I met her and would recommend her to others with similiar problems.

On Wednesday, I got a phone call from a long time friend, who I have not seen in ages! She and her husband were in Las Vegas, and wanted to come to visit the Grand Canyon. Gloria and I go waaaay back--to 1982 when I was a Girl Scout leader, she also was a Girl Scout leader. The girls in her troop were just a couple years younger than the girls in my troop, so sometimes our troops did things together. Gloria is now the older girl program manager for the Girl Scout Council in Atlanta.

I managed to get four and a half hours of leave time, so I could take Gloria and Byron on a private tour of the North Rim. I took them up to Cape Royal, where I discovered that Byron is afraid of heights! We had a wonderful time, but no pictures because I forgot my camera!!! Oh My Gosh! It was like I had just seen them last week, except now we talked about our grandchildren instead of about our Girl Scout troops!!!

And, you know how sometimes, even with the closest of friends, the ones we call sisters, we can come close to blows? Good thing I am in Arizona and my sister is in Georgia, or that probably would have happened. We had a huge sibling fight, through about 15 emails back and forth. I have kept it very private, but I want my sister to know, I still love you. While we probably won't EVER agree on politics, religion, child-rearing, best place to live, or even choice of sodas, we WILL always be sisters and I will always love you. You are the GOLDEST of the GOLD, my seester!

Remember Whensday

The last year that we owned our house, a pair of flickers chose a dead tree near the deck to build a nest and raise their young. We got a "bird's eye view" of it all. The couple began by coming to the tree for several days in a row to check it out. Next, they pecked an almost perfectly round hole into the tree.

They flew in and out of the hole for several days, bringing nesting material with them. One day when I was home in the middle of the day, I saw a starling go in the hole while the flickers were away. The male flicker came home to find the intruder. As I watched, I heard a lot of squawking and saw black feathers flying out of the hole. The starling managed to escape, and he never tried that again!

Soon, there were baby bird noises coming out of the hole in the tree. I borrowed a 35 mm camera with an extended lens and a tripod, and sat out on the deck for hours, waiting for a good shot. I was rewarded with several photos of the flickers feeding their babies. All too soon, the babies grew and fledged, and it was over. What an awesome summer that was!

And The Diagnosis Is:

(Me, not a happy camper at the doc's office today. Fabgrandpa said I looked like a prisoner. I told him I feel like a prisoner of my pain.)

Medial Epicondylitis. Dr. Radloff asked lots of questions, pushed and pulled on my arm, pushed on and felt of the swelled up part of my arm, took x-rays, and generally spent a lot of time with me during my appointment with her.

At one point, she said that to get the best treatment I would have to leave the North Rim, and I was very unhappy about that. But, she explained, that is because there are no medical facilities up here, and I really should do physical therapy.

So, other than physical therapy, she offered me two choices today:

1. Get a shot of cortisone in my elbow

2. Do exercises for "at home physical therapy", use ice for theinflamation and take Naproxen and Lortab for the inflamation and pain, and come back in a month to see if I am improving. If I don't improve, then she will go ahead with the shot of cortisone in my elbow.

I opted for number 2, only because I really don't want that shot in my elbow. I have heard other people talk about how painful that can be. I am already in pain, and have been for quite a while, so I am just going to do the exercised and see what happens. If I played golf, this would make sense to me, but I really can't think of what I am doing that would cause this to happen. Y'all think good thoughts for me, ok?

Going To Flagstaff, or Who Says It Never Rains In Arizona???

We started out from the North Rim of the Grand Canyon this morning around 8:00 a.m. The sun was shining, so bright I had to wear shades:



Going across Marble Canyon, the sun was still out, but we could see the clouds building up as we went along:



When we turned towards Flagstaff on Highway 89, the coulds started looking dark, heavy, and omnious:




The farther we went, the darker the clouds got. We could tell it was going to rain soon:



When we got to Gap, Arizona, we could see the rain falling from the sky across the desert:



And when we stopped for a potty break, the bottom fell out while we were in the store:


It rained on us almost all the rest of the way to Flagstaff, and has continued to rain all afternoon and most of the evening. Who said it never rains in Arizona???

Just A Lazy Saturday

There is nothing at all interesting going on--unless you count that it is our 17th wedding anniverary and we are having guests for dinner, a couple that we work with, Curtis and KJ. I am cooking a delicious smelling pork sirloin roast with garlic stuffed in it, some broccoli, potatoes, and a tangy side dish of cooked cherries and peaches with a bit of ginger.

I cleaned the house (yeah, small house, it took about an hour), also cleaned out the refrigerator, and took the blankets off the bed finally. It doesn't get hot for very long here, only for about a month out of the year, but when it does, those blankets got to go!

Tomorrow, while FabGrandpa does laundry, I'll be going through the pantry and making a grocery shopping list for when we are in Flagstaff on Monday and Tuesday. I have that appointment with the musculo-skeltal specialist to see if they can figure out what is wrong with my arm.

I hope we have time to go to the arboretum while we're there. The last time we went, at the end of October, all the plants were dying for the winter. I hear they are all in full bloom now, so it should be good for some wonderful photo opportunities. I am also planning to go to Piccazo's Pizza for a tasty gluten free pizza, mmmmm, can't wait for that! OH, and I am going to look for a new bowl. I am having a hard time doing without the one that got broke Every time I start to cook something, I reach for it where it is supposed to be, and am disappointed again, every time.

Remember Whensday

I met this guy on Labor Day Weekend in 1991 when I went to the hardware store to buy a bolt for my lawnmower, and he was the guy who waited on me that day.

I have told this story before, about how I didn't even know his name when I left the store, so I called and asked what his name was, and if he was married, and gave him my phone number and told him if he was interested in going out to dinner to give me a call.

Our first date was a trip to Sweetwater Creek State Park, about three miles from my house, for a walk down to the old mill. Our wedding anniversary is Saturday, July 18. We will be married 17 years. What a guy!

Working In The Campground Has Its Rewards...

I have many duties on my job. My first love, the part of my job that I love the best, is being out at the entrance station, welcoming visitors to the park, selling passes, and giving directions to scenic viewpoints.

(Me at the entrance station)

I also work at the campground, checking people in when they arrive, and IF there happens to be a vacancy or cancellation, selling sites to campers. The campground here at the North Rim is very nice, with spacious sites. There are no hook-ups, but we do provide every site with a fire ring and picnic table.

(The group area of the campground in early spring)

Today, one of my duties was to walk through the campground inspecting all the fire rings, and noting if any of them need to be replaced or repaired. Every time I walk through this campground, people camping here invite me to eat with them--breakfast, or lunch, or dinner depending on the time of day. I usually decline the invitation, saying that I can't eat wheat so I have to be careful what I eat.

(the North Rim Campground in early spring before any campers arrived)

Today, though, as I was walking through, there was a family camping in a pop-up, cooking a delicious smelling chocolate cake in their covered grill. As usual, they invited me to have a piece, indicating it would be ready in a few minutes. I gave my usual reply, "It smells very good, but I can't eat wheat." And THEY said, "Well, lady, this cake is for you!"

(the North Rim Campground in fall)

The mother said they have been eating a strict gluten free, egg free, and dairy free diet since October of last year, and the cake they were making was made with chick pea flour, tapioca flour, brown rice flour, and potato starch. So, of course, I stopped for a piece of it. It was out of this world delicious! Tanya, the mother, said she makes her own homemade mixes, even grinds her own chick pea flour. I was very impressed.

I didn't have my camera with me, so no photos, but trust me when I say this was a very good cake. She also asked me not to publish her recipe on my blog because she is trying to write a cookbook. Well, let me tell ya, I will be her first customer when that book is published! Tanya also gave me three of her mixes to bring home--a chocolate cake mix, buckwheat pancake mix (that her teenage son raved about), and a corn bread mix. I can not wait to try that cornbread!

I should get out there and walk that campground more often!

Scenic Sunday

Since I couldn't decide which of these I liked the best, you get a double view from Point Imperial at the North Rim of the Grand Canyon in Arizona this week. It was a nice clear day, it had been raining so the ground was wet and the colors were vibrant. Did you know that the full name for this place is The Grand Canyon of The Colorado River? I learned that this week--I never knew that before.

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Hiking The Cape Final Trail

I am don't normally have Wednesdays off, but this week I traded days off so one of my co-workers could spend time with visiting family members. Since my friend, Gaelyn from Geogypsy was also off, we decided to go for a hike.

(The beginning of the Cape Final Trail)

When she asked me where I wanted to hike, I had originally suggested the Arizona Trail. The part of the Arizona Trail that goes from the entrance station of the North Rim to the developed area is 12 miles. She thought was too ambitious for me, and she was very right. I don't know what I was thinking! So, we hiked the 4 mile round trip of the Cape Final Trail instead.

(A Horned Toad hiding in the pinestraw)

We got started bright and early at the crack of 10:00 a.m., and got to the trail head about 11:00 a.m. To get there, you drive up the Cape Royal Road until you see the sign. There is a small dirt parking area there. We got out of the truck, and tried to take pictures of ourselves, but my camera didn't do so great. Finally, we were on our way.

(Fire burned a hole between the trunks of these two Ponderosa pines, but they are both still living)

The trail starts off on a gentle incline, through Ponderosa forest. It is rocky, which makes walking a bit hazardous until you get used to it. Although I took enough water with me this time, I think I wore the wrong shoes. Next time, I'll wear my work boots for the support they give.

(the view from the edge where we ate our lunch)

And speaking of water, it was a hot, dry, windy day out there. I was surprised by the number of visitors who were out there hiking with NO WATER AT ALL! People were out there hiking with children, carrying NO water, no food, no nothing.

(amazing!)

The views up here are some of the best in the canyon, but I say that about every trail I go on. I keep telling people, "I can't see it enough!" Every eyefull of this place is gorgeous.

(More ponderosa forest)

After eating lunch, we started hiking again. The trail turned to the right, and went up and down through ponderosa forest again. We didn't meet many people on this trail, unless one of had to use the bathroom. But, every time I started to go visit Mrs. Murphy, I'd see someone coming down the trail.

(Gaelyn on the edge.)

At last, we made to the end of the trail. The views up there, again, were amazing, gorgeous, fabulous, every way you looked was a new and different wonder!

(precariously perched pile of rocks)

There were quite a few people up at the top. We had to step around people to get to the view points. We rested some more, and took lots of pictures, before turning around to hike back.

(Notice the layer in the rock--Gaelyn says it an ancient algae layer. I say gorgeous!)

We walked out on top of this overhang, which is where Gaelyn is standing near the edge in a previous photo. I still can't get my head around how all these layers were formed.

(Me on the way down, at the Cape Final sign)

I have heard lots of people say they are afraid of heights, but I am not. I love going close to the edge and looking over. Last year, I was talking to a visitor, who said it was not that she was afraid she might FALL, it was that she was afraid that she might JUMP! I had never heard that before. So, if it were you, would you be more afraid you would fall, or that you would jump?

Remember Whensday

In July of 1985, my kids and I went to Stone Mountain for the day. We picnicked on the lawn in front of the carving, went swimming and stayed for the laser show. It was the second time we went there. The first time was when my son, Seth, was about three years old. He was so scared that the giant rock was going to roll over on us that he couldn't eat his lunch!

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MMMMM, Look At That Sandwich!

Isn't it beautiful? For most people, having a sandwich for lunch, dinner, a picnic, or even for breakfast is just another humdrum, ordinary day. They can walk into any burger joint, restaurant, or sandwich shop and order a ham and swiss on rye, or a Ruben, or a tuna salad sandwich, or a hamburger, and know they can eat it with no problem at all.

But, for those of us who are gluten intolerant or who have Celiac disease, that is not the case. We order a baked potato, or a salad "hold the croutons", or a "hamburger no bun", and sit there and watch as our friends and family enjoy that delicious bun or bread in the form of a sandwich.

Most of you won't ever know what that is like, or even think that it is a problem. And you probably don't even think about it. You see us sitting there eating our salad or potato and think that is what we really WANTED to eat. But being able to eat a nice, delicious sandwich would be soooooooo nice!

And the reason I bring this up is because I know there are companies out there who make gluten free hamburger buns and gluten free bread. How hard could it be for a restaurant or hamburger place to get some, and keep them in the freezer. The buns or bread can be thawed in a gluten free microwave, and then toasted in a gluten free toaster, as needed. Heck, I do it all the time at home. I would GLADLY pay the extra cost of the gluten free bun or bread, even if it was $2.00 per serving, just so I could have a sandwich when I am out with FabGrandpa.

So, next time you are in a sandwich or burger place, ask them if they have a comment card or form. Get one, fill it out, and tell them you want your gluten free friends to be able to eat there with you. Suggest to them that they should get some gluten free buns and bread, and make a little effort to feed the rest of us! Let them know we expect to pay more, and that we will come to their place of business instead of the other places, just because we'll be able to get a sandwich there. Ah, a delicious gluten free sandwich. MMMMMMMMM.......

Oh, and YES, that is a homemade gluten free sandwich in the picture.

That Darn Palpable Mass!

Back during the winter when we were in Phoenix, working at the Christmas tree lot, I had that worrisome palpable mass on my arm. I went to the doctor a couple of times, and had an ultrasound done, and nothing happened. The doctor I saw said they didn't see anything wrong.

Well, my arm swells up and hurts if I use it. Try not using one of your arms for a day and see how frustrating THAT can be.

The day a couple weeks ago that I cut all the strips for the quilts I am making, I had to use my left arm to push down on the ruler and fabric to make sure it didn't move. That night, my arm hurt again, and swelled a little bit.

Then last Friday, when I was working at the entrance station, I had to "walk the line". That is where one of us goes out and walks down the line of cars, answering visitors' questions, checking ID's and passes, and handing out guides. I was holding a stack of guides in my left arm while doing this. That night, my arm was swollen and hurt like a toothache! I'm talking about a pain that a beer and two shots of tequila didn't touch! This is getting to be very bothersome.

So, I was referred to a doctor in Flagstaff and made an appointment for July 21. I will be taking my ultrasound pictures with me, and hope that this new doctor will be able to figure out what is causing this to happen.

I really am not worried about it being cancer, because if it was a cancerous tumor, it would be there all the time. I think it is a cyst, that flares up when I do something to irritate it, like USING MY ARM! So, stay tuned, for the continuing saga of The Palpable Mass.

Scenic Sunday

Friday afternoon at the North Rim of the Grand Canyon in Arizona. There was a thunderstorm rolling in, with heavy dark clouds and lots of noise. We sat outside waiting for the rain, but only got a few drops!

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