<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180339421291359725</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:08:33.172-08:00</updated><category term='new life'/><category term='dulcimer'/><category term='weims'/><category term='celtic music'/><category term='widowed'/><title type='text'>Life After Everything Else</title><subtitle type='html'>Bits and pieces of living life in my seventh decade!  My Passions:  My Dulcimer, my dog-kids, my human kids, wine, music and American Indian history.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftereverythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180339421291359725/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftereverythingelse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10518892652828888610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180339421291359725.post-988067194864612576</id><published>2009-12-12T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T09:47:00.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Judi meets Sir Heimlich and other Santiago Adventures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6SE9qzk8ls/SyPQWJCkpcI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Za5TAoiuT2k/s1600-h/IMGP2067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414400255831877058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6SE9qzk8ls/SyPQWJCkpcI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Za5TAoiuT2k/s200/IMGP2067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Restaurant Patagonia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6SE9qzk8ls/SyPQWxhJIHI/AAAAAAAAAew/eM6ucI2DtVU/s1600-h/IMGP2077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414400266697515122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6SE9qzk8ls/SyPQWxhJIHI/AAAAAAAAAew/eM6ucI2DtVU/s200/IMGP2077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Catholic Church on Plaza del Armas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6SE9qzk8ls/SyPQWhTyyFI/AAAAAAAAAeo/Z4ekRiPL5gk/s1600-h/IMGP2070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414400262346557522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6SE9qzk8ls/SyPQWhTyyFI/AAAAAAAAAeo/Z4ekRiPL5gk/s200/IMGP2070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two Gals preparing to imbibe and have a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: My mother has graciously allowed me to be a guest writer on her blog as we traverse Chile. If she does not approve what I have written, she would be free to edit, however, she cannot remember her password and therefore...this is all the truth! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vicki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;December 9&lt;br /&gt;Mom's plane arrives on a sunny Santiago, Chile morning, along with 4 other international flights and clears customns and immigration. She walks right past me, out the airport as I stand staring at the television screen showing passing out of customs. We eventually find each other and sit to have a celbratory beer in the cafe! We grab a cab for 13,000 pesos and are spirited into Santiago. We had a lovely little suite in Sa Foresta, which is an old hotel situated at the foot of historic Santa Lucia Hill (Cerro Santa Lucia). The area is quiet, filled with eclectic cafes, restaurants and next to the hotel is a little piano bar called Bar Don Rodrigo, which will come into play later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After unloading the bags, a frenzy of "Oh! Oh! Look what I brought you!" we had the living room part of the suite completely strewn with the contents of mom's suitcase, and having strummed my new dulcimer a bit, we headed out into the city, Just a short walk around the corner is a wonderful corner restaurant with sidewalk seating called Patagonia Alma del Sur (JV Lastarria 96) which serves what it calls "traditional Patagonian fare". To there credit, they did have lamb meatballs. We chose a pot of four-cheese fondue served with grilled eggplant, zuchini and toasted bread. It went well with mom's house white wine and my Kross Stout. We sat under a jacaranda tree watching the locals come and go, dodging some of the best looking street dogs I've seen. The day is warming up quickly as we pay the check, and wander up the street to catch a cab to the Plaza del Armas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Every city and even almost every small town has a Plaza del Armas, Santiago's is SPECTACULAR! Cobblestones stretch out from the center where towering traditional and contemporary statues stand side-by-side with giant palms and indigenous trees. Benches, people, protesters, street performers, political rallies and impromptu parades fill the square. Every side of the square is bordered by magnificent architecture. We wandered into a church built in the early 1700's and mom was hard pressed to stay standing up...the frescos, the Stations of the Cross, the carvings, a group of Evangelical Catholics singing some sweet song and flicking candles. We aren't Catholics, but the sense of something powerful and overwhelming permeates the sanctuary. I think it's the archetecture and people. Mom says, "Get me out of here, I'm tempted to turn Catholic!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We visit the Correos Chile building, also old, and spectacular, built over 200 years ago with a four-story atrium and fabulous wrought iron and beveled glass. It is packed now because of the Christmas holiday, but lines move quickly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back out in the plaza, we find a table at a little cafe and order bottled water and watch people. An old man with a small bible skirts the area around the outdoor cafe declaring in Spanish and English that God is love, and Halleluja! A Pinara parade pounds by with young people waving flags and passing out flyers for his rally later in the day. The Presidential race appears to be a happy affair, with people singing and marching, the Pinera's, the Fries, and various other candidates are all represented by happy people. Mom works her way around the plaza snapping photos of all the chaos and fun. Later, as we are working our way down a pedestrian street to a corner to find a taxi, and after checking out an underground public restroom facility, we find ourselves in the middle of a LOUD and vigerous protest against all the chain pharmacies...A large group of people with horns, whistles, confetti and signs stop in front of a Cruz Verde pharmacy, beating drums, chanting, shaking signs, blocking customers in, and customers out. The clerks and pharmacists stand inside and say nothing, and after five minutes or so, the lively group moves on to their next store after writing something on the windows in red paint. No police come and beat back the protesters, in fact, a couple of Caribineros on foot patrol walk by on the other side of the street unconcerned. We are swept up in the protest for a half a block and caught up in the spirit. Mom and I give the thumbs up and the protesters cheer back with us. Someone offers to take our picture with a protest sign, and we are suddenly having a blast with our new-found cause...not that we really knew what it was, but I guess we were caught up in the fun and freedom of being ABLE to protest without getting our knees cracked. It was fun. We parted with our new-found comrades at the corner and caught a cab back to the hotel to rest and wind down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414401942848225106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6SE9qzk8ls/SyPR4VqnP1I/AAAAAAAAAe4/c7d6-y1oPs4/s200/IMGP2100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the hotel, we stretched out on our beds, opened the double window onto Cerro Santa Lucia and let the noise of the city in. We yapped, caught up on old friends and family. I couldn't keep my hands off the dulcimer and after a few minutes picked out "Storms Never Last"...mom sang along. We dozed a little, then decided agains showers and hair re-do's, and around 7 pm we headed downstairs to Bar Don Rodrigo where I have arranged for the piano player to play "As Time Goes By" for Mom. We hit the bar and order Chelado Shopps, watching as the seven-fingered bar tender squeezes lemon on the rim of our mugs and splashes in some hot sauce in the draft beer. He sets a small dish of peanuts mixed with raisins on the bar and we chat with two young fellows sitting next to mom. Mom is having a blast, and I am having a blast seeing mom have a blast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She is CHARMED by Santiago. The nice cars, she says! No junkers. People sweeping the streets. The small band of clowns beating drums and passing the hat. The lack of beggers (compared to Costa Rica and Panamna). The quainty restaurants and cafes. The Hotel we are staying in...a little worn, but quaint and more than comfortable. "You can smoke in the room?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Down in Bar Don Rodrigo, the bartender asks me something, and out of the corner of my eye I see mom stiffen with her face in her hands. She's making jerking motion in her torso and I realize in a nano second that she is choking! I stand up and say are you choking and she nods furiously. In one motion I lift her off her chair, turn her around and do the Heimlich in three quick jolts and she gasps. Everyone is frozen for a moment, then I hear a collective sigh. Mom can breath, but I have released a hot gush of gastric fluids into her esophogus and as she sits on her chair and tries to compose herself she lapses into a coughing spasms so hard that I get her into the bathroom and it takes several minutes until the spasm has calmed enough for us to head upstairs to chill out. We consider going to the hospital, but after 20 minutes, the spasms stop. An hour later we are out the door, and on our way to Azul Profundo (111 Constitution) in Bella Vista for seafood appetizers and pisco sours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fudors lists Azul Profundo as best seafood restaurant in Santiago the past two years in a row. While slightly expensive, it's reasonable and definately some of the best seafood I've ever had. Mom loves her pisco sour and implores me not to let her have another. We choose Parmesean Scallops and a lightly smoked salmon plate with cheese and capers. Excellent! We walk a bit after our late-night snack, peeking into other restaurants which are just now gearing up. It is 10pm. We grab a cab back to La Foresta and the elevator is out for "routine maintenance" so we tromp up to our fourth-floor room and collapse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Mom tells me later that when she was choking and I was yanking her around like a rag doll as I performed the Heimlich, the only thing going through her mind was, &lt;em&gt;Oh God! Please do not let my dentures fly out of my mouth!&lt;/em&gt;) And this....is Mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We will post a slideshow of good photos later on her blog here. In the meantime, we are attempting to keep it clean and simple. on the blog for the present moment. More later....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180339421291359725-988067194864612576?l=lifeaftereverythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftereverythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/988067194864612576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180339421291359725&amp;postID=988067194864612576' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180339421291359725/posts/default/988067194864612576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180339421291359725/posts/default/988067194864612576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftereverythingelse.blogspot.com/2009/12/judi-meets-sir-heimlich-and-other.html' title='Judi meets Sir Heimlich and other Santiago Adventures'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10518892652828888610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6SE9qzk8ls/SyPQWJCkpcI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Za5TAoiuT2k/s72-c/IMGP2067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180339421291359725.post-5728333912291630082</id><published>2009-12-04T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T08:08:45.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon, on my way to Chile</title><content type='html'>4 more days and I leave to arrive in Santiago on the 9th to meet up with my wonderful daughter, and head out for an adventure.  I have no idea what she has planned but whatever it will be, will be wonderful.  Seems like it was a long time in coming, but now so sudden and it is time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Ohio for Thanksgiving with her brothers and their familes.  What a wonderful time we had.  Only 7 of the 11 grand children were there.  Would love to have them all together sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here' wishing you all a Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180339421291359725-5728333912291630082?l=lifeaftereverythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftereverythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/5728333912291630082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180339421291359725&amp;postID=5728333912291630082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180339421291359725/posts/default/5728333912291630082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180339421291359725/posts/default/5728333912291630082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftereverythingelse.blogspot.com/2009/12/soon-on-my-way-to-chile.html' title='Soon, on my way to Chile'/><author><name>Ms. J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812010408003305388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180339421291359725.post-3012558811246385572</id><published>2009-08-18T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T08:25:29.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventure Announcement</title><content type='html'>This the one Vicki wants me to do, so here it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to Chile in December.  Not sure of the specific dates yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180339421291359725-3012558811246385572?l=lifeaftereverythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftereverythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/3012558811246385572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180339421291359725&amp;postID=3012558811246385572' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180339421291359725/posts/default/3012558811246385572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180339421291359725/posts/default/3012558811246385572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftereverythingelse.blogspot.com/2009/08/adventure-announcement.html' title='Adventure Announcement'/><author><name>Ms. J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812010408003305388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180339421291359725.post-2790519824707236467</id><published>2009-08-09T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T06:28:26.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A beautiful sunny Sunday</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's another beautiful day in the mountains.  And isn't technology great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been sitting here in the U.S. and chatting with my youngest son, Jeff, who is presently in China, working.  He's been reading &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Vik's&lt;/span&gt; blog finally.  and as many times as I say I miss the Girl, I miss the Boys too.  They all want me to come live with them, but..........................I am happy and contented right where I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff is my youngest, married to a lovely gal, and they have 4 children.  3 girls and 1 boy, all great kids.  The oldest is in college.  And Jeff and a couple of the kids have been up to help me here also.  So has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Vik&lt;/span&gt;, but she and I seem to get involved in things other than working on the property. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So peaceful and  quiet this morning, no animals roaming.  Where I sit I can look out a window and see in to the woods, and nothing but a few squirrels skittering around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what I am going to do today.  Maybe strum and pick would be a good idea since I have done much of it for a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180339421291359725-2790519824707236467?l=lifeaftereverythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftereverythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/2790519824707236467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180339421291359725&amp;postID=2790519824707236467' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180339421291359725/posts/default/2790519824707236467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180339421291359725/posts/default/2790519824707236467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftereverythingelse.blogspot.com/2009/08/beautiful-sunny-sunday.html' title='A beautiful sunny Sunday'/><author><name>Ms. J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812010408003305388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180339421291359725.post-8596604359970295361</id><published>2009-08-08T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T04:32:59.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lukas has been entered into a contest and needs all the votes he can get.&lt;br /&gt;Will you help him? Just click on the link below once a day for a week. His mom sure could use the  Million$$$$$$$$$$$$$$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all for your help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.cutestdogcompetition.com/vote.cfm?h=A58BAD2481092AFE44E3DF12F9737276&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180339421291359725-8596604359970295361?l=lifeaftereverythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftereverythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/8596604359970295361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180339421291359725&amp;postID=8596604359970295361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180339421291359725/posts/default/8596604359970295361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180339421291359725/posts/default/8596604359970295361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftereverythingelse.blogspot.com/2009/08/lukas-has-been-entered-into-contest-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms. J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812010408003305388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180339421291359725.post-6978889537334738666</id><published>2009-08-07T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T17:44:18.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been busy, busy</title><content type='html'>Doing what, not much!  But was getting ready for a son and a grand daughter to come for a week.  They have been here and gone home.  My son said he had to go home to rest before going back to work.  He worked his butt off up here and my place looks awesome.  A good time was had.  We didn't do much, but enjoyed.  Went out for dinner a couple of times, they went rafting on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ocoee&lt;/span&gt; River.  I stayed home, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  Last night was "All you can eat" pizza downtown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before they came, last Sunday, Aug. 2, I had a Dulcimer workshop that turned in to a Jam Session.  What a lot of fun that was!!!!!!!!!!!!! We had 6 dulcimers, a guitar, drum, and a fiddle.  And instead of in a backroom as usual, we played in a public hallway and many people watching us.  Lots of neat comments.  We did sound good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While family was here, they had a good time riding my 4 wheelers in the woods and the forest.  The grand flipped hers over backwards, was not hurt.  but landed on her back with the 4 wheeler on it;s back section.  She held it up with her feet until her dad got back to help her.  Yes, she had a helmet on.  He says it scared the crap out of him, but t hen he laughed every time he told the story.  A couple of years ago, I ran mine UP a tree, and had to make a leap of life.  They are a lot of fun but can be dangerous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, now I am in my 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; decade as Vicki calls it, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  I don't feel a lot different, but sure wish I could do what I could  about 3 decades ago.  I try!  I guess that is why I have sons........and a daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My canine kids have been a bit of a handful lately.  Lukas, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;weimaraner&lt;/span&gt; was bad the other day.  I was in process of baking some cinnamon rolls, turned my back and he ate the whole pan full.  8 unbaked rolls.  I grabbed the bottle of peroxide,        drug  him outside and pured it down him.  5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; later they came up.  I felt sorry for him, but had I not done it he could have bloated and died.  Later, he stole an apple from the bowl on the counter and ate the whole damn thing.  They can have apples but not the core and seeds, which he did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the beagles, the little one as we call her.  When I got her she weighed 50 pounds and needed medical care.  But vet said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;she h&lt;/span&gt;ad to lose lots of weight first.  She was put on a diet and I managed to get 25 pounds off of her, so last Tuesday she had dental done.&lt;br /&gt;They took 6 back teeth and  had already lost 2. and she had major infection.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;SOOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;, she is doing great, and on antibiotics.  Another procedure for a large lump under her leg will be done soon.&lt;br /&gt;The other beagle, I took off 15 pounds.  But, almost lost her this week.  She somehow got up on a workbench in the shop and got a box of d-con poison.  Out came the peroxide again.  Then she hid out in the bushes and we had to hunt for her.  Luckily she was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bringing &lt;/span&gt;up the poison, and I made her bring up more.  Vet had me take her in next morning for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Vit&lt;/span&gt; K1 shot.  She is fine now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very quiet here now, again, and I have no idea who will be here next.  Vicki?  I don't think she is coming to the mountain this year.  I miss that girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180339421291359725-6978889537334738666?l=lifeaftereverythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftereverythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/6978889537334738666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180339421291359725&amp;postID=6978889537334738666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180339421291359725/posts/default/6978889537334738666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180339421291359725/posts/default/6978889537334738666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftereverythingelse.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-been-busy-busy.html' title='I&apos;ve been busy, busy'/><author><name>Ms. J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812010408003305388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180339421291359725.post-5184780145174226072</id><published>2009-07-07T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T08:03:06.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a good day on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Vik&lt;/span&gt; and I chatted for hours while she was really trying to get some things done to finish moving to her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ponderosa&lt;/span&gt;, but I think we both needed the day.  I laughed, I cried, miss that girl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;and it's&lt;/span&gt; going to be along time yet before we get together.  But that will give  me time to teach her dulcimer how to play a few songs.  The latest is "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wildwood&lt;/span&gt; Flower".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a bit lazy lately when it comes to work on the mountain.  Tomorrow the boys will come and do the mowing, weed eating and picking up all the fallen tree limbs.  Even with no winds, the limbs seem to keep coming down.  Just so they stay off the car and house.  I have had to move them out of the drive a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New "future" neighbors are up here now and making plans to build in the lot next to me.  It will be nice to have them there and will only see the roof top of their home.  I have known them for several years, and both are very nice people.  She is from Russia, and they met online years ago.  Not the usual....................................And he is as big around as he is tall, she is little.  I am looking forward to them being here.  Maybe I will have some new recipes for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Vik&lt;/span&gt; to try out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Redfox&lt;/span&gt; hasn't been around lately, and hope he doesn't.  But I am ready just in case.  There was something in the side yard, outside the fence, last night and Lukas woke me up at 4:00 this morning to go out.  Whatever it was took off when I turned on the outside lights.  But Lukas still let it know it was not welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon I will be going over to another mountain to inspect another friends home that was just painted.  They live in Florida and want it checked out before I give the painter his final check.  I am sure it will be fine but will take pictures for them.  They also had some wood on the deck replaced so will have to check that out to.  Maybe I should become a home inspector, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  I am sure I could do that since working with DH for so many years.  I use to find things wrong that he would miss.  This is the house we worked on the first time we came to this area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my t.v won't be on much.  It's Michael Jackson Day!  Enough of that...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, time to go to the dump since we don't have that service.  It's once a week trip at my house, and do it on the way in to town.  Need batteries!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day everyone...................Sure do miss that girl!  But won't be long and I will be missing one of her brothers.  He calls me nearly every day, and always have email from him.  He's leaving for a long hiatus in China.  Going to miss that boy.  The other one, oh well, I know where he is, and will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180339421291359725-5184780145174226072?l=lifeaftereverythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftereverythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/5184780145174226072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180339421291359725&amp;postID=5184780145174226072' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180339421291359725/posts/default/5184780145174226072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180339421291359725/posts/default/5184780145174226072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftereverythingelse.blogspot.com/2009/07/yesterday-was-good-day-on-internet.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms. J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812010408003305388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180339421291359725.post-8530225234013668989</id><published>2009-06-29T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T09:02:07.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After a few hard, long, sad weeks I am back.  Life does go on and it's time I do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost a very close friend to cancer last week, and felt terribly alone and lonely.  No one to call in the middle of the night which is what  she and I did for a long time.  It didn't matter that we woke one another up, we needed each other, so we would call.  That part is over and she is wherever she is, now free from pain and dancing again.  We had a "gathering" memorial service for her on Saturday, and I played a few songs on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dul&lt;/span&gt; for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on with life. Feel like I am starting over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a Dulcimer workshop a few weeks ago, and guess what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Vik&lt;/span&gt; is getting for Christmas.  Yep, a new dulcimer.  It's a bit different to the one I have in shape, but she likes it better than mine.  It's a teardrop shape but has a wonderful tone.  I wish she could have it now so as to learn how to play it with me, but it's easy so she will learn quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;personal&lt;/span&gt; life, this has been interesting.  As I have said before, I really do not want another romantic interest, but several have talked me in to signing up for free dating sites &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.  What a hoot this is................So, yes, I did do it, only to see what  the hell is out there.  Still not interested but, had a very strange encounter, almost.  This one particular site, you sign in with zip code only, no name, and they don't have your actual email.  It is all very private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the other morning, I had an announcement, so opened it. and was shocked to see a picture and name of a man I know.  He had bought our jeep after DH had passed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!But that isn't all.  He is the father of my handyman, and grandfather of the boys that do my yard work.  He has no idea who I am.    His wife passed 6 months before DH, and really is a very nice man.  BUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am not interested................NO NO NO NO!  I must admit there is one I heard from that sounds interesting, but he's 7 years younger.  Not sure about that.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Altho&lt;/span&gt;, my wonderful step-father was 10 or more years younger than my mother and they had a great life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I was able to finally contact some first cousins that I haven't seen in many years,  and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pursuing&lt;/span&gt; the Indian Heritage.  Yes, we are a small part &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lakota&lt;/span&gt;, Sioux.  A G G G grandmother was a schoolteacher and married a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Lakota&lt;/span&gt;, in Nebraska.  I haven't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;found out&lt;/span&gt; how we ended up in Michigan yet.  But I do know she rode her horse side saddle all the way to MO. and somehow ancestors ended up in Mi.  Time will be interesting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had much contact with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Vik&lt;/span&gt; lately, she is always busy with things they have to take care of.   And not having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; where she lives, makes it harder for us.  I do miss that girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. J.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180339421291359725-8530225234013668989?l=lifeaftereverythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftereverythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/8530225234013668989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180339421291359725&amp;postID=8530225234013668989' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180339421291359725/posts/default/8530225234013668989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180339421291359725/posts/default/8530225234013668989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftereverythingelse.blogspot.com/2009/06/after-few-hard-long-sad-weeks-i-am-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms. J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812010408003305388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180339421291359725.post-1351365661769448607</id><published>2009-06-15T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T08:22:29.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As I sit here this morning, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;contemplating&lt;/span&gt; the things I need, should, want, to do today, I so far have done nothing except read newspapers online, play a game of Spider &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Solitaire&lt;/span&gt;, and stare out the window.  When going to bed last night, I had lots of plans for today, but here I sit.  Oh yes, I did the usual have to things, like make my coffee and feed the dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to kick myself in the butt and get moving and doing, but will do this first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend talked me in to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;joining&lt;/span&gt; Plenty of Fish, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;.  Well, that is a joke for me.  I am not interested in any more relationships, having been spoiled rotten by the man I had for 13 years. But, I joined just to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; was out there, and can say no thanks.  Maybe some of them are wonderful men, but not for me.  I will stay single and alone when it comes to that.  My pups and friends and Dulcimer keep me busy and happy, don't need someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;interrupting&lt;/span&gt; my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say it would be great to have someone come mow my acreage..............that seems to be my hardest, but I can hire it done if needed.  I do a little at a time, kill snakes when they are around.  Had a couple of copperheads the other day that I took care of.  Over the weekend, a squirrel decided it wanted to invade the deck.  It won't invade anymore.  At least that one won't.  I think Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Redfox&lt;/span&gt; had a good dinner that night.  Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Redfox&lt;/span&gt; travels the road out front, but never comes close to the house, and I do put food out by the road for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since living up here, I have seen one bear.  Had several coyotes a few times, but they have left now, not liking gravel shot up their buts.  And the best is the big wolf that strolls buy once in a while.  The wolf comes only very late at night, checks out under the front light and then leaves. It has never bothered anyone or anything up here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me weekend was quiet, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;altho&lt;/span&gt; I went shopping again and picked up a few things to replace some of the old, old kitchen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;utensils&lt;/span&gt;.  I went all RED for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;utensils&lt;/span&gt; and a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dish drainer&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. I love red!  Came home and watched the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Nascar&lt;/span&gt; Race while chatting with a friend online.  We usually do that during the races.  And that was my weekend, except for hoping to catch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Vik&lt;/span&gt; online.  I am sure they are busy...............I hope everything is going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; for them now that they are back in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Futa&lt;/span&gt;.  Maybe will hear from her today.  I do miss that girl!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, it's time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Dogs are wanting me to go walk in the woods, and one wants to play ball, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;altho&lt;/span&gt; he won't let me have it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone have a great day, and Until next time.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. J.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180339421291359725-1351365661769448607?l=lifeaftereverythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftereverythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/1351365661769448607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180339421291359725&amp;postID=1351365661769448607' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180339421291359725/posts/default/1351365661769448607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180339421291359725/posts/default/1351365661769448607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftereverythingelse.blogspot.com/2009/06/as-i-sit-here-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms. J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812010408003305388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180339421291359725.post-325014992969211630</id><published>2009-06-13T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T16:46:30.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 13, 2009</title><content type='html'>AH, today has been a strange one for me, and wasn't sure I was  going to even do this.  But, this is my first son's birthday,  49 years.  He was the second child: Vicki being my first.  I didn't know whether to post, play Dul, mow the yard, go shopping, or just what to do.  Lots of thoughts went thru my head.  My son was born in Blytheville, Ark,  and I don't remember much about it.  Not the same as with Vicki or the third one.  We were stationed there with the&lt;br /&gt;Air Force and I was not in a military hospital as I was with Vicki.  It was not nice.  Anyway I had a beautiful little boy, healthy and he is now a law enforcement officer in Texas, with a beautiful wife, and 4 lovely daughters, and 2 grandchildren.  I am proud of him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy&lt;br /&gt;Birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180339421291359725-325014992969211630?l=lifeaftereverythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftereverythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/325014992969211630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180339421291359725&amp;postID=325014992969211630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180339421291359725/posts/default/325014992969211630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180339421291359725/posts/default/325014992969211630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftereverythingelse.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-13-2009.html' title='June 13, 2009'/><author><name>Ms. J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812010408003305388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180339421291359725.post-7895380738293235830</id><published>2009-06-10T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T15:52:43.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here is how I got here</title><content type='html'>My DH was a contractor and commercial painter, down south, and did very well financially during the winter season.  We had a lovely home, lots of friends, our weimaraners and beagle, and our race car.  Yes, he raced a car on a local track and we had a blast doing that.  In the summer, we would load up the dogs and take off for the mountains, and work for people from down south that homes and cabins up here.  Sometimes we would camp in RV parks, and other times we would stay in the   peoples cabins.  I should say, our RV was large, 45 foot, and very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several years of doing this, we came to a very special area and I fell in love with it and told him, this is where I want to live.  I was ready to sell out then and there, but he wanted to wait.  Said the real estate there (south)  was going to go sky high, so we waited, and he was right.  We sold out, did what Vik and Greg did, sold , gave away,  threw out, and stored.  And up we came.   Had no idea where we were going to park the RV, but found a wonderful, out of the way  RV park that would let us park with the 4 dogs.  3 Weims and a beagle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't go into all the problems we had trying to buy a home, but the main problem was that we had sold our home and held the paper.  Would never do that again.  Had that mortgage, and the RV mortgage.  You can imagine.  After 4 months I found this place and would have given my heart for it.  Almost did..................We talked the owners in to holding the paper on this one for 3 years, paid a hefty down on it, moved in, and then..........................Our buyers reneaged.  Holy crap, now what do we do.  Well, we had a friend that took over, kicked those idiots out, and bought the house from us.  Paid cash, and we paid off this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the meantime, Dr's in the other state, contacted us and said we had to come back down because DH would have to have cancer surgery.  OK, so we head back down.  When we got there we were given the runaround, and in the end, we headed back up here, contacted the DR's here and they said NO, no surgery&lt;br /&gt;Treatments.  Well, that is a long 3 1/2 years.  But we got settled in, made some changes to our home, nothing major except totally remodeling the bathroom, and lots of outside work.  We were able to pay off all past bills,  and clear.  DH made sure I was in good shape no matter what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And happen it did.......DH passed away Nov 17, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not feel sorry for me, I am fine.  There is a lot I could have added but why bother, that is why I am here and this is where I plan to stay until I go with him in Our Memorial Garden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180339421291359725-7895380738293235830?l=lifeaftereverythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftereverythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/7895380738293235830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180339421291359725&amp;postID=7895380738293235830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180339421291359725/posts/default/7895380738293235830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180339421291359725/posts/default/7895380738293235830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftereverythingelse.blogspot.com/2009/06/here-is-how-i-got-here.html' title='Here is how I got here'/><author><name>Ms. J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812010408003305388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180339421291359725.post-3561311222280629209</id><published>2009-06-10T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T08:25:43.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I got to where I am</title><content type='html'>Tonight, after all the work for today is done, I will blog about how I got on top of this mountain!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180339421291359725-3561311222280629209?l=lifeaftereverythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftereverythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/3561311222280629209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180339421291359725&amp;postID=3561311222280629209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180339421291359725/posts/default/3561311222280629209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180339421291359725/posts/default/3561311222280629209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftereverythingelse.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-i-got-to-where-i-am.html' title='How I got to where I am'/><author><name>Ms. J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812010408003305388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180339421291359725.post-905593542890279547</id><published>2009-06-09T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T19:59:55.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day</title><content type='html'>This has been just another day up here on the mountain, not as quiet as usual.  Seems the military is flying above us practicing whatever they practice.  Most of the day I was chatting with dear daughter as she was preparing to go back home.  So it will be a few days until I hear from her again.  I do miss that girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove in to town to buy a new ceiling fan for the LR.  Now isn't that exciting.  The dogs spent most of the day out on the deck, and I practiced the Dulcimer for a while.  My newest challenge is "The Cats Jig"  by Joe Collins,  a well known Dulcimer player.  Finally had to give up out there and come inside where it was cooler.  The past few days have been a bit warm.  Why is it, that, in winter we want warmer, and in summer, we want cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to talk about my fur-kids tonight, but I want to wait until I get pictures of the others that have passed on to the Rainbow Bridge, and are now with their human dad.  For another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, it is late, and time for the sandman to arrive,  so until the next time, and maybe I will be more inspired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all for your comments, I enjoy those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. J.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180339421291359725-905593542890279547?l=lifeaftereverythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftereverythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/905593542890279547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180339421291359725&amp;postID=905593542890279547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180339421291359725/posts/default/905593542890279547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180339421291359725/posts/default/905593542890279547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftereverythingelse.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-day.html' title='Another Day'/><author><name>Ms. J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812010408003305388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2180339421291359725.post-2587349816742443218</id><published>2009-06-08T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T12:13:39.483-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='widowed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weims'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dulcimer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celtic music'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, Ms. J here, in the beautiful mountains, and starting life over after moving here 5 years ago, and losing my husband. Now it is just a few dogs and me and all the wild critters that show up from time to time.  The first year was the hardest being alone and not sure what to do with my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided I wanted to learn to play a musical instrument, so since I am a mountain woman now, a Dulcimer seemed a good idea.  I am now learning, teaching myself, and going to workshops once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, BTW,  my daughter made me do this, but may be a good idea.  I would love to hear from anyone that is also a Dulcimer player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. J.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2180339421291359725-2587349816742443218?l=lifeaftereverythingelse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaftereverythingelse.blogspot.com/feeds/2587349816742443218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2180339421291359725&amp;postID=2587349816742443218' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180339421291359725/posts/default/2587349816742443218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2180339421291359725/posts/default/2587349816742443218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaftereverythingelse.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-ms.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms. J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812010408003305388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry></feed>
