Wednesday, September 21, 2016

The Seasons, They Are Changing

Here in beautiful Colorado, the weather is a sunny 83, which makes it seem like closer to 90 degrees this close to the sun. The next week looks like similar weather, but that could change, I''m wearing sandals and shorts with an occasional sweater later in the evening as it cools down at night. This is the kind of weather I love.

Even so, it is officially fall. While my leaves have not started changing, the Aspen in the mountains are falling and this week and next week will be the best times to "see the colors" as it were. I would be the first to say that Colorado fall colors have no comparison to those trees on the east coast. A drive on the Blue Ridge or Skyline Parkway is still the best way I know to see fall color, but the Aspen Groves have their own beauty.

But even without leaves falling of my trees or cold weather, fall is slowly but surely arriving. Commitments have started to pick up post summer, and the days are slowly becoming more active-and shorter. My Tuesday night class has started up again, as has my weekday volunteering gig. I've taken on a new project, providing dinner for the Thursday night social/learning evening at my church. In my knitting group, we've turned to thinking about knitting sweaters for homeless veterans, and concentrating on holiday gifting. I pulled out the wrinkled fall and Halloween quilt tops I made last year so that I can get them finished-even though I am not in love with the simple Halloween quilt (my next quilt will be a vintage style with many, many, many small pieces, so I'm enjoying doing a couple simple things).

I've purchased my first pumpkin pie, and have started using pumpkin in recipes. While I'm not one for pumpkin ale, or pumpkin hot chocolate, I do like a good chocolate chip pumpkin bread or pumpkin soup, spiced pumpkin candles and the like.  Heck, I've even started keeping my eyes out for eggnog, early as it is.  And while I use my slow cooker in the summer to save on electric costs, now I use it for chili and soups and stews!

Even with my schedule picking up, I try and allow for alot of down time. Every so often though, life takes over, and so it has been for the past, non-blogging week. Nothing exciting or transforming has happened-just a lot of little distractions adding up if you will. I spent some time in the rabbit hole of Internet genealogy, as well as doing some "Genealogy for Dummies" reading.  I started photgraphing my memorabilia for a photo book and found a graduation photo of my father! 

I have been taking two courses through Great Courses Plus and one of them is drawing, so I have done some basic beginner exercises. I went through and organized my sewing room in anticipation of holiday sewing. As part of the household experiment in eating well but cooking less, I've experimented with a couple Blue Apron like companies that I'll be reviewing, as well as Schwanns delivery. And of course I've done more than my share of summer reading. And walking, And just sitting mindlessly on my swing and enjoying the days. Oh, and I purchased an embroidery machine. One can never have too many sewing machines or creative toys, after all.

I also went to a wedding of two old friends who finally were able to get married thanks to the changing laws and my progressive church, where they had lovely fall flowers.  I purchased some flannel shirts. I have a personal fashion consultant in my daughter, who informed me that no matter what else I bought this fall, a flannel shirt was a must. Whether she's right or not, I now have at least one in my closet.

Everyone has their favorite seasons. I fully admit that I Iove summer-to the point that I rarely travel during the summer months unless it is to see family.  I'm happy sitting out in the sun, enjoying the long days and the slower pace, which is probably why I prefer to travel at other times of the year. In truth though, I love almost all the seasons here in Colorado. Occasionally I have difficulty in March, April and the beginning of May, having lived mostly in places where gardening started after Easter-but that is solved by spring vacations or short term snow birding.

Meanwhile, I've made a huge list of fall to Christmas events: festivals, concerts, day trip ideas, overnight ideas, and just some plain around the house with friend ideas. Most of them are free or cheap and semi local - I still have so much to see in my surrounding states since my move that my "road tripping" goals this fall lean more to three and four day trips in different directions (hello Jackson, Wyoming) than longer road trips. Especially with a one month train trip coming after the beginning of the year.

As for today? I'm off to start one of those Christmas knitting projects, get some good quality chili meat, and finish the book I'm reading. I've promised my reading and watching list for awhile, so look for it on Friday.

And so it goes, this Wednesday in Retirement.

Saturday, September 3, 2016

Digging into Genealogy

My mom was a big genealogy buff. Through the years, first living in Europe twice and then after retirement, she faithfully searched our family history back thirteen generations. She did this in another time and place, when it required looking at microfiche, searching real records on occasion and visiting the Salt Lake City library as often as possible.

While she shared all this information with us, and we talked about it a great deal, I'm sorry to say that none of the four children really followed in her footsteps when it came to this particular hobby. Both my parents passed away years ago (when my thirty seven year old was still in middle or high school). After my parents died, my brother here in Denver took home the photo albums (I took the loose photos and memorabilia) as well as the multiple boxes that were my mom's genealogy stuff. Unfortunately,until about a year ago it sat there well forgotten. Partly because no one had a deep abiding interest and partly because my brother (a "keeper" of things) was unsure where he put it.

Lately things have changed up a bit. A few things have happened. My daughter developed an interest in her family history. My father in law had been researching his family history, and I wanted to do the same for the younger generation, so I slowly started doing some digging. And finally, my daughter is also the biological daughter of a person I haven not seen or spoken to since she was about eight months old (that my friends, is a book in itself). Even though she is thirty something, I've decided that anything I can do to help her out in terms of her family health history would be a good thing as well. So I have more than one motivation-normal for me.

My brother is remodeling his home, and a few months ago he brought up five large boxes of genealogy information from my mother, as well as that large family chart known as a pedigree.

With my piqued interest, I have slowly but surely been working on my family history-and believe me it's been more slowly! Granted, the study has changed, but it still takes skill (which I'm learning slowly), time and patience (which I surely have), and money (which I am trying to avoid for the moment). 

Being one who tries to start at the beginning whenever I can, my first step has been to take a course in Genealogy (through the great courses plus, which I plan to review next week). This course is divided into thirty minute increments, and right now it is covering online sources, off line sources and the basics on how to begin the search, which I found fascinating. When you take the great courses they are videos, but they also have printable help, which has allowed me to print out information to have on hand.

To date, I've joined (not cheap and I am not sure it's something I will continue with) where I found a copy of my father in law's father's draft card. I spoke with my father in law during the trip south and got a simple list from him of all the descendants of his great, great, great, great grandfather, with dates of births and deaths when known. We are in the process of making copies for each sibling of the large chart. I have said that for my birthday, all I want is pedigree and one box of the genealogy stuff to copy and document.

They say that we all turn into our mothers. I am not sure about that (I have yet to become so involved in English history that I can name all the monarch's in order and many of their offspring), but in this case I am definitely coming late to something that my mother obviously loved.

Not only that, but this fits perfectly into my other goal, which is to scan pictures and then write what I remember about each one, or something similar. My kids lost their grandparents and their father at a young age, and while I talk about them all the time, I want to create a greater memory for them, in some way. 

Tomorrow, the first college football Sunday, I plan to spend with the TV-and my laptop or tablet. Because the truth is, the more I find out, the more I want to know.

And so it goes, this weekend in retirement. 

Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Retirement Health: Me and my Medical Marijuana Card

I have a bum knee. Actually I have a bum leg. For years I had severe arthritis in one knee (no cartilage at all). Then, within the last couple of years (after having pain so bad I could not walk for exercise), a leg sonogram showed leg degeneration in the thigh and ankle. While some of this was certainly caused by my more than optimum weight, my military time was equally to blame. Running in combat boots on the fight line tarmac daily will do that to ya.

Because I have a bad knee and degeneration, it's not just the knee that hurts. I walk unevenly, meaning that I get a knot in my back, and since I don't always walk normally, I get that pain behind the knees-the kind that hurts when you sit down much more than getting up. My leg also simply aches, severely when I am sitting in a recliner or trying to sleep. Don't get me wrong, I am not "handicapped". I walk in and out of the water for exercise, I walk in the mall. I do almost everything except get down on the floor-which is probably why I admire those gymnasts who can get up from a kneeling position in one fell swoop on a two inch beam.

Having a normal lifestyle during the day means discomfort at night, pure and simple. Which is why, some time ago, I shared with readers my plan to explore marijuana as part of my lifestyle. Folks,  cannot tell you how much it has improved my life. There are, literally no words.

The first time I went to my local pot store, I made my twenty something come with me. I had no idea what to expect. I bought edible pot and edible topical lotion to treat my knee instead of Ben-gay-at the recreational price. As we left, my son looked at me and said (I swear to God), "So, are we a big girl now? Can we go by ourselves from now on?"  I said yes, and life has progressed.

That was quite sometime ago, and I recently realized that since I had gone over to the dark side, it was time to make it official. I went and saw a doctor and got myself medically certified. Even Colorado is not perfect. One can get medical pot for a variety of illnesses and conditions including chronic pain. But it is not approved for PTSD or Crohn's disease.

Now someone might ask, why a medical card in a state where it is legal. The first answer is money. I am the frugal retiree after all.  I can get larger amounts for less and pay less taxes (recreational marijuana is taxed at 25 percent and gave me a tax refund last year). The second answer is form and substance. Instead of ten cookies at ten mg each for thirty bucks, I purchased five large cookies at 100 mg each for less than thirty bucks.  My medical card also gives me access to marijuana that has no THC-helpful because the THC is generally what seems to cause the drowsiness. I could even grow plants by choice, legally (never going to happen).

My bottom line folks, is that pot is a wonderful drug. It puts me to sleep-so deep that I rarely have dreams (which is not unhealthy, but when I stop the dreams are frighteningly vivid). On the other hand, the sleep is not so deep that if I need to wake up for a middle aged trip to the restroom, I cannot do so.

It is important to note that marijuana is not just about pain, although I believe that opioid addiction would go down by half if medical pot was legal everywhere, and I am not the only one. Marijuana helps diabetes, as well as my arthritis. Marijuana can calm the stomach, it stabilizes sugar, it acts as an anti spasmodic, and greatly improves restless leg syndrome. Also, our joints contain cannaboids, and pot can help replace that. Marijuana, by the way, is especially effective on Rheumatoid disease, even beyond osteo-arthritis.

When I first wrote about this, at least one person suggested that they were in favor of recreational pot, but not it's medical use because of lack of research. The thing is though, there is research. Just not as much as I might like, and most of it done outside this country. Canada has done studies.  There are European studies on osteo-arthritis and other diseases, and finally in America we have at least some studies, and many pre-clinical trials..

In this country, the NIH pretty much funds and approves almost all research. And so far they have refused much of the needed research  because of it's drug classification. New studies are  slowly appearing, including one funded by a pot consortium in Colorado (but not managed by them, by a study group), investigation the effect on PTSD. It should be noted that study was approved fully by that agency known as the DEA.

We also have other information though. I mean, a full generation at least of Americans have used pot. Sometimes regularly, sometimes occasionally and some times medicinally.  Although much of that information is anecdotal, I would say that there are a few consensus agreements, especially when it comes to things like side effects.

We know that edibles and topical treatments have almost no side effects. While I may get drowsy (in my case that's the point), or get the munchies (I do not), my pot edibles don't affect my liver. They don't give me a hangover. I can take pot with almost all regular medication including aspirin.

 A small percentage of pot users experience addiction according to the Harvard Medical Revue (but the same is true of alcohol and other pain drugs have a much, much higher incidence). I went to Texas for two weeks and while I had restless sleep, and some pain (I refuse to take Tyleonol PM), I functioned as my normal crazy self. There is probably more research to be done on marijuana that is inhaled. Part of that however, is because many folks of my generation smoked AND smoked, if you get my drift. 

Just for a quick look, this is a medical marijuana article that links to some studies on arthritis and marijuana.

Of course while this missive is about medicinal pot, I would be remiss if I did not at least address recreational use among boomers. I ingest, rather than smoking. I have friends who smoke, not because of medical reasons but because it is their version of a glass after dinner or a beer on football Sunday. It works for them, and I say more power to the proverbial people.

A couple weeks ago I met up with an extremely conservative, just say no type of guy, a thirty years in the military and still has his haircut type of guy. Who smokes a bowl of weed before bed. Every single night.  As he would say, "You can keep the beer".

I agree wholeheartedly. I just wonder how I'm going to explain those medical pot receipts on my taxes next year.

Thursday, August 25, 2016

When Parents Move Back Home

This blog has covered many topics over the years. Those topics include independence and activity, even in late retirement. My mother and father in- law have been the topic of those discussions on more than one occasion.

During their retirement, husband's parents were generally active, his father especially so. They traveled (including a  cruise all the way down the Amazon), they entertained, they were involved. My father in-law volunteered and mentored homeless and abused children. He was taking Zumba and walking the track at the rec center well past eighty. Also after eighty, he was completely rebuilding a Triumph Spitfire. I've shared more than once about the Christmas that he brought me into the garage to see his car and told me that he planned to change out the engine the next day.

They had paid off their home and planned to retire in place after doing some renovations, thinking that if they had to  have someone come in, that would not be a problem. Unfortunately the best laid plans and all that. A few years ago, my mother in-law had a stroke. This meant that John's father had to care for her. It soon became to difficult and at the (admittedly mildly aggressive) urging of their children, they sold their house and moved into independent living.

Two years ago, my mother in-law passed away in August. In the beginning, my father in-law seemed to be doing well. When I traveled to Texas the Christmas afterward, I took him to church (he was going on his own), on Christmas eve. He was going out and about on trips, exercising in the facility and more. I suspect now that he was putting on a good show. His daughter  lived two hours away and is still working in a position that requires long hours. Another daughter lives three hours away, and his son lived five hours away and also holds an executive job. They traveled to see him, they took him to his medical appointments and they visited as much as it could, but unfortunately it was not enough. While I was not there, I suspect depression had set in as well.

One year ago, my sister in-law's husband suggested that Jim move in with them, in their house, three hours away. That is what happened, and it has been a blessing all around (from what I see and hear as an occasional visitor). While I traveled last Christmas, I saw my Jim in Dallas as he had taken the train up for the holiday. This time, I managed to travel to Killeen with my daughter, and spend some quality time with all three member of the family down there.

I am happy to say that it works and it works well. Admittedly my father in-law has deteriorated. He's been in the hospital with sepsis a couple times, and his balance and energy have gone downhill a bit. He has chronic low grade diarrhea which limits his ability to go out much these days (although I was there when his nurse came and he is still very strong). His goal is to get his strength and balance back so he is able to walk his bulldog puppy. He has been diagnosed with some dementia (he told me three times in a morning that he still does the hard crossword puzzle every day, and yet he remembered every single street he lived on as a boy).

 In short, he is very, very happy. As are my sister in-law and her husband. Admittedly, they have unique circumstances. He is retired military and going to school part time. She is retired and enjoys being at home, even though for now he is close to a full time job. They still go out, in fact they went on a cruise and had a provider in to care for him during that time. Mainly they are homebody's in retirement who decided to build a pool so that all their friends could come and visit them. They have a routine, and it works for them. We all went out for dinner while I was there, and dad being dad, paid for it all.

Every situation with an elderly parent is different, as is every family. This particular parent is financially secure enough to contribute (and his daughter is a tiger when dealing with insurance and other issues). He and my sister in-law and her husband have always had a close relationship. Their house is laid out in such a manner that he has his own bedroom and bathroom. They live in a neighborhood where friends drop by often, and he has become part of their group and welcomed by all the adults and children that visit. He's an intelligent guy who can self entertain for the most part.

We all have to do what's right for us and our parent. In my case, looking at my in laws, I suspect were my parents living, that I would need to make the same choice. 

There is no right or wrong though, when it comes to caring for our parents and other family members.

Would you have a parent live with you at this point in your life?

Monday, August 8, 2016

Less Travel and Much more Vacation-Dealing With the Texas Heat

My apologies folks, typing on my portable device and because of auto spell have had to fix this more than once. Hopefully three times is a charm.

As a person who loves summer, there's heat, and then there's HEAT. Which is another way of saying that one of the advantages of road tripping, especially spontaneous, single  road tripping is that you get to change your mind. And your itinerary.

Colorado heat is dry. Phoenix heat is dry. Texas heat, even in the north, even in Hill Country is humid, like a blanket, and makes you sweat buckets before you are even out the door.

All of which is to say that I have come to a convention in Houston the first three days in November. And since October fest and antique markets are one of the highlights of fall in texas Hill Country, I'll simply head down a full week or more early and enjoy some slightly cooler travel weather.

Meanwhile, I had a special drive on the way down through New Mexico, and am planing multiple side routes on the way home by way of Palo Duro Canyon. My daughter and I are pampering ourselves, eating out and more. And that trip to see my father in law that's far overdue? Will be a more extended stay, with mimosas and more as I sit next to (or even in) my sister in law's beautiful, in ground pool.

And so it goes this week in retirement. In Texas. In August.

Friday, August 5, 2016

Single Retirement-Going Solo On The Open Road (Again)

It's a new month, and that mean's it's time for a road trip. Time to go explore New Mexico and Texas Hill Country, check out Magnolia Farms in Waco, Texas, visit my father in law-and of course spending some quality time with my daughter and husband. That's right, I'm going from hot and dry to hotter and more humid.

As normally happens every time I take a road trip, I get lots and lots of questions. Aren't I afraid to travel by myself?  What do I do about going out to eat?  How do I stay awake when I drive?  Do people treat me differently? And why don't I just fly? Apparently, a lot of folks are uncomfortable road tripping, as well as traveling alone.

When people ask how I feel safe when driving, my first answer is always that I have a smart phone with wonderful 4G reception. Yea, I know there are a bunch of readers and other folks who think that a smart phone is an abomination, but modern technology has allowed me to feel safe on some pretty deserted roads at some pretty odd hours. And, while not trying to sound like the latest commercial, I have never, ever been without 4G service no matter the road conditions. Thank you, Verizon Wireless!! Actually, my smart phone is my best travel companion on every level, from finding the cheapest gas to providing GPS, to making reservations by pushing a button, to having a digital picture of my insurance card. But more on all that later.

For everything other than  broken on the side of the road safety (stay in the car, lock the door and call the insurance company), I figure staying safe on the road is simply common sense. When I get to the hotel I text quickly and let someone know where I stopped the night. When I stop for food and or gas, I aim to hit mainly truck stops. I don't roll down my window for strangers at get the idea.

As far as doing things alone, this is something I have never had a great issue with. I try to go out to dinner earlier than later, but that's more because of the crowds than discomfort. I take a book with me-and if they have windows near the front, I ask to be seated there so that I can people watch. 

Whenever it works, I stay somewhere with a common room, or common eating area of some such. These are often more business oriented or more hostel-like or bed and breakfast-like. At the Hilton Garden Inn in Carlsbad, California there was a small happy hour daily for the guests. Every afternoon after exploring San Diego or going to the beach, most guests would gather there before doing their evening thing. I've been at a large bed and breakfasts where there were group meals, and most hostels have common areas where people sit and talk.

If I'm not traveling to or with family and friends, I make sure to try and find something going on that will give me a chance to seriously converse with like minded people. It's not necessarily, but when such a thing exists it's always fun, be it a crafting convention, a near by church with a coffee hour, or even taking the hop on hop off bus or boat tour the first day I am in a new place. On this particular trip, I am visiting every quilt shop along my way, and may sit in on a class or so, so I am sure to be busy. I'm especially looking forward to my favorite shop, Quilt country, and I have an envelope put aside specifically for that store. I'm coming, fabric!!!  

Having said all of that, in solo travel as in anything else, you need to be comfortable with your own company, at least for a few days. As my son would put it, I self-entertain very well, be it in the car while driving (streaming Audio books and Pandora and even a Great Course class if it doesn't require visuals), or in the city, on the beach, or in a small town. Give me a journal, sketch book, tablet with Kindle app and fairly interesting surroundings, and I am rarely bored. 

And now, I'm off to get packing! Postings for the next two weeks will probably be shorter, sweeter, and more about the photos, if you know what I mean!

Monday, August 1, 2016

Exploring The Local: Big Thompson Canyon and Estes Park

The elk at Estes Park walk at will and have been known to shut down the main drag

 So some of you may remember that I talked about a beach trip later this summer, and called it a vacation. That vacation has since been delayed until October. It's so beautiful in Colorado and hot in Texas that I figured I would save the road tripping for when I would appreciate it most.

As I've been planning the rest of my summer and fall, I realized something though.  Travel can be almost anything. It doesn't have to be international, nor does it need to be for weeks on end. Travel is exploring and experiencing what is (mainly) new. I expect that if I went to this new cabin at the beach every summer, then it would be a vacation in it truest sense, but the fact that I am mainly sitting and relaxing as opposed to climbing mountains or ruins does not make it any less valuable in terms of experience.

Don't get me wrong, I've done some serious travel with the proverbial capital T in my life. I've also taken many, many trips close to home (wherever that was at the time) and enjoyed those trips just as much.

Summer in Colorado is dry and hot, and there is much to see and do, even if you are a less than athletic type as I am. In fact, one of the things I've been doing is making a list of day trips, two day trips and three day trips, with a plan to take one every week whenever possible. Trips to Jackson Hole and Montana require three days.

This past weekend, we took a quick one day trip to Estes Park. I know that some of my blogging friends and readers have experienced Estes Park, and enjoyed it. However, when most people visit this resort town, they enter head on, seeing the view below (which is beautiful, to be sure). 

the traditional, post card entrance to Estes, courtesy of the town website.
The better drive though, is to travel further north going towards Wyoming and drive through the Big Thompson Canyon. This road takes about an hour, and winds through the canyons and cliffs along the river. Along the drive there are elk and other wildlife, tons of folks knee high in the river fishing (at this time of year), and small cabins and tour sites all along both sides of the canyon. Unfortunately, no one else had a camera and I was the driver, so the canyon pictures are not mine.

driving along the river

The back side of these cabins sit back from the road. I could imagine sitting here for a week just enjoying that balcony.

Lake in Rocky Mountain National Park

We especially wanted to take this drive since the canyon will close from October to summer of 2017- the canyon was damaged in the floods of 2013, while it has mainly returned to normal, there is some work to be done.   Beautiful as the canyon is now, with not to be missed views, it was not always so. Exactly forty years ago today (which was also Colorado's centennial), 12 inches of rain fell in about three and a half hours in the upper canyon. The dam (small as it was) was breached. Later that evening, a wall of twenty feet of water came down the canyon to where folks were in cabins and camping. 143 people died, and bodies were never found. It was a long recovery, homes were completely destroyed. These days thankfully, the canyon is safe and back to it's normal beauty.

As well as Estes park, the canyon also leads to Rocky Mountain National park-and hiking, camping, horseback riding, picnicking, rafting and more!  On this trip though (and after our two hour scenic drive) we spent the next few ours in beautiful downtown Estes Park. As did lots of other people. Surprisingly, there was nothing "going on" on this particular weekend (Estes has parks and fairs and festivals at least every other weekend for half a year). Since we had brought a canine family member with us, it worked out well.

The river winding through town, lots of big dogs running in the water
A quick stop to look at the yard art, I love the dog with flopping ear on left

When you leave the big dog at home, and allow the little princess to eat on the patio

Being as it's a very dog friendly town, we had lunch out on the patio on the river-walk. We then explored art galleries, various craft and other unique stores (with more than one tourist shop in between), checked out the yard art and listened to street musicians. I somehow managed not to buy any Colorado Taffy or fudge, thank heavens.  Hours later, we were all exhausted and ready to come down the hill to home (taking another route that goes along the front range and Boulder).

Today, I'm back relaxing and enjoying the patio and a slow day in the heat of the summer. Next week, Ill be heading to Dallas and Hill Country for a week or so, but I'm looking forward to another day trip or so when I come back-perhaps a long weekend in Jackson Hole?