Thursday, December 20, 2018

Moving! Rudy's Meditation; Flat Island; Ocala National Forest; Travelers; Oysters; Shellbacks; Army-Navy Game; MLB Speaks; Bobcats; Life Event Center

Well, it's kinda sorta official... we are moving from The Villages, Florida, to Bluffton, South Carolina, near Hilton Head. There are some "ifs", like, if our house sells (we do have a contract, but you never know); if the home inspector doesn't find wild pigs in the basement (we don't have a basement), raccoons in the attic (he said this wasn't uncommon in this part of Florida), or rattlesnakes in the closets (much less common, but potentially a show-stopper for our buyers). We have been in lovely central FL for 11 years, but after meeting Irene and Tony Vouvalides a few years ago, and sailing with them and four other Shining Light parents (Lynn and Jeff Hollahan, and Elizabeth and Cyril Boisson) on a sailboat charter in the BVIs, we decided that we had to move closer... the Hollahans and Boissons live near Scottsdale, Arizona, a very nice place, but too far from the ocean for Yours Truly. (Suzanne's book about our experience, Still Right Here, is highly recommended.)

I told Suzanne that my two man tent would suit me just fine on our lot, but after a "spirited and frank discussion", she said that she was too old to live in a tent; I replied, "Wait a second, I just turned 71... if I'm not too old to live in a tent, why can't you???" (Have you ever seen a woman holding a baseball bat and regretted the words that just came out of your mouth? Fortunately, I am pretty fast on my feet, and avoided her swing). So I picked out a design that I liked... just kidding... this isn't ours; it's a house in Leesburg owned by some guy from New Jersey, probably a "made guy" who obviously invested much more wisely than I.

After listening to My Lovely Bride's arguments for putting a house up on our new lot, I spent many hours meditating over our upcoming move. Rudy and Gretchen also meditated on the topic of moving from a High Density Target Environment (there are many squirrels in our neighborhood). Here are the three of us doing our Ommmm workouts.... Rudy explained that he achieves a higher state of consciousness by reciting his mantra, "woof... woof... woof"... I tried it, but it put me to sleep.

On a more earthly (swampy???) topic, we are enjoying late Fall/early winter here in The Villages. Unlike our friends in the Frozen North (Condon, Montana is 28 tonight, while Coon Rapids, Minnesnowta is a toasty 31), we are enjoying temps in the 60s).  MLB and I got out hiking recently at Flat Island Preserve near Leesburg, FL, just 30 minutes from our house, where a lovely hardwood hammock is surrounded by Okahumpka Marsh and Lake Denham. 

Another hike took us to the Florida Trail in Ocala National Forest, the southernmost forest in the continental US, and home of the largest sand pine scrub forest (it's actually much prettier than the name implies...) really, "scrub"??? Growing on deep, prehistoric (that means even older than My Good Friend Bob) sand dunes, the scrub is a unique plant community that is home to the scrub jay, sand skink, Florida bonamia plant, and many other species, including thousands of black bears, bald eagles, gopher tortoises, indigo snakes, wild boars, and red-cockaded woodpeckers. Freshwater springs (including Silver, Juniper, and Alexander springs) produce millions of gallons of crystal clear water every day. Oaks and pines predominate here, and the hiking is delightful. This is also where I had to use bear spray (repellant) a few years ago when a young bear wanted my dinner... or did he want me for dinner???

"The Forest", as Ocala NF is referred to down here, is a haven for many "travelers", some of whom are hippie-types from California... these folks must be relocating from the Left Coast to Florida for our better winter weather, bringing some "interesting" household goods with them...

Shorter winter days give us an opportunity to enjoy sunrise around 0700, and a few are very special...

Speaking of "special", Suzanne has been doing some traveling lately, and when she's on the road, I get to indulge my Cajun heritage and appetite with fried oysters and salad with remoulade sauce, accompanied by a Fat Tire beer. (Note the Tabasco sauce - I make my own cocktail sauce using ketchup, horseradish, Tabasco and lemon juice). Even after 20+ years, she hasn't developed a taste for oysters, unless they are roasted over 400 degree flames at Drago's Restaurant in Metairie, Louisiana...

Seafood reminds me of nautical trivia (I am easily distracted).... do you know what a Shellback is? How about a Golden Shellback? I am both! A Shellback is a sailor who has crossed the Equator, while a Golden Shellback has crossed the Equator at either the Prime Meridian (0 degrees Longitude, off the coast of West Africa) or the International Date Line (180 E/W Longitude), between the Phoenix and Gilbert Islands in the Pacific. On several US Navy ships, I think I've crossed the Equator about 14 times, but this Golden Shellback card from 1974 proves that I crossed at the Prime Meridian aboard USS Koelsch (DE-1049), a destroyer escort back in the "Real Navy". Political correctness had not yet been invented and life in the Navy back then was a ton of fun!

Ah, "Navy"... both Suzanne and I taught at the US Naval Academy in Annapolis, and for the past 4-5 years have been wagering dinners on the Army-Navy football game (one of the only things we watch on TV all year) with our dear friends Charlie and Elaine Cunis in Longmont, Colorado. 

Up until 3 years ago, Navy was winning every game, but then Army began slipping chemicals into the Naval Academy's water supply, and Navy has lost the past three games. We still wear our Navy "colors" and root on the Midshipmen, but again this year we owe Charlie and Elaine a dinner when we visit Longmont. 

On the subject of sports, I recently went out to Park City, Utah, to ski with our great Navy friend, Bill Hancock. Bill is 76, and a retired US Navy 3 star admiral. His ski buddy is 88, so I figured, "Well, how hard can it be?" I thought I was a fairly coordinated guy, having played soccer in college and cross country skied for several years. I had skied downhill a few times in my early 20s, but not very often. I was taken aback by my klutziness, and called it quits after a relatively minor, but sobering, knee injury - my ski career is over. I will stick to hiking, backpacking and maybe swimming with great white sharks as a simpler, less demanding sport... 

On a more positive note, Suzanne has had several recent speaking engagements, including one in The Villages to the Seeking Spirituality and Edgar Cayce groups. She is a fabulous speaker, and if you haven't heard her in person, you're missing out. Her talks are almost always SRO...

After returning from my Utah trip, I was on a recovery walk when I encountered these three bobcats (Lynx rufus floridanus) in a swale near a marsh not far from our house in Florida. They were enjoying the sunshine on a warm winter's day, and sat looking at me until I got within about 100 feet, when they scattered. Bobcats get their name from their short, "bobbed" tails.

Finally, this sign caught my eye as I was walking a few miles while waiting for new tires to be mounted on our car. Okay, yes, we live in a retirement community, but really, a "Life Event Center"????? 

Monday, December 3, 2018

Where Did November Go? Blogmeister of the Year Award! Guy Food; Hiking and Kayaking; Gators! Trees on Wheels; Parking Challenges; Liquid BOGOs; Sanaya; What Do You Do in YOUR Bed? Been Married Long?

Well, it seems like over a month since I sat down and put pencil to paper... oh, yes, it has been over a month! There are two obvious reasons/excuses for this neglect: (1) those pesky pencils keep needing sharpening, and (2) Rudy ate my homework. So here is the latest update from The Villages, Florida...

I was blessed to be selected as Blogmeister of the Year by our dear friend and Faithful Follower, Colette Sasina. She and her husband John hosted the award ceremony at a local restaurant, where I received my Pumpkin Trophy. I submitted the press release for the award to the NY Times, but they haven't responded yet...

We are enjoying being back in our house, with a relatively benign schedule, and relaxing on our patio and lanai with this view of Southern live oaks (Quercus virginiana) hung with Spanish moss (Tillandsia usneoides). Did you know that Spanish moss is not a moss, but an epiphytic flowering plant? Epiphytes grow on other plants or trees, and get their nutrients and moisture from the air, rain, water (for marine varieties) or debris around it. Spanish moss can be found from Virginia through the Southern US to Mexico, Central America, South America, Bermuda, the West Indies, and even French Polynesia and Australia. One of the trees near us has a dead branch at the top where hawks often perch, looking for prey.

I mentioned a "relatively benign schedule", but Suzanne flew to Illinois recently to speak at the Crumbaugh Spiritualist Church in Normal, and to teach her Serving Spirit class in Hoffman Estates, west of Chicago. She left temperatures in the 70s and 80s, and arrived to frigid 20s and 30s. While she stayed indoors, I did a lot of hiking. While she ate salads, I enjoyed "guy cuisine"... such as homemade cheese enchiladas, a steak, and this wine and cheese fest (NOT all on the same night!). I didn't feel like going out for French bread, so toasted a ciabatta roll to dip in olive oil and Italian herbs and spices. Round it out with Manchego cheese and Prosciutto, and you have a meal fit for a king!  It sure beats beanie weenies!

Lest you think I was getting fat while MLB was working and freezing, here is Der Blogmeister on a 6 mile hike near Ocala, on the Cross-Florida Greenway. The orange rectangular blaze marks the trail as a section of the 1,300 mile long Florida trail.

After My Lovely Bride returned from the Frigid North, we went kayaking on a lake near Leesburg. Here she is up a small canal admiring the Spanish moss-draped bald cypress (Taxodium distichum). We didn't see any alligators that day, but this is prime habitat for those creatures...

...but then so is the retention pond a few blocks from our house! This six footer was worthy of a call to our community watch, who notified the "Nuisance Alligator Guy" to have him relocated. (Doesn't that sound like a cool job? Much more interesting than being just "the cable guy" or "the geek squad guy"...)

One day we were driving down the road, far behind a truck and trailer, when I said to MLB, "Hey, look ahead - it's a tree on wheels!" As we closed in, it became apparent that the landscaper was on a delivery, with a good-sized tree on a front end loader on his trailer.

Here in The Villages, parking can be a challenge, especially for some of us older folks, or those who are "spatially-challenged". This Mercedes was a good six feet from the curb, butt end way out into traffic....

This car was spotted at our mailboxes; I hope he wasn't parked there overnight after a session at one of The Villages' many pubs... where Happy Hour runs for about five hours, and the drinks are often two-for-one. Makes a BOGO really worthwhile!

On a more spiritual note, here is Suzanne at our local community center giving a Sanaya session. There are usually 150-250 attendees, and the beneficiary is always a charitable organization, in this case a non-profit that provides higher education opportunities to young women in a rural community in Costa Rica. 

On a less spiritual note, I call this photo "A Sign of the Times". What you are looking at is a shop that sells adjustable beds. Back in "The Old Days", you might expect a couple trying the bed out to at least talk to each other, or play footsie, and if they were really hot for one another... well, you know! Today, we see a couple on their iPhones! No wonder the birth rate is dropping!

Finally, I would like to relate an incident that happened tonight, just after dinner. I call this a "You know you've been married a long time moment." My Lovely Bride had created a delicious meal of gnocchi, pork shank, tomatoes, and spinach... she had left 2 gnocchi on her plate; mine was totally cleaned off. I was washing up, and she had gone into the other room. When she returned, she looked at her plate, which was still on the counter. She game me "a look", and then peeked into the trash can. "I knew those two gnocchi wouldn't make it into the trash!" she said.  I replied, "Well, what do you expect? They were looking so forlorn! I couldn't let them just die alone in a dark, gloomy trash can..." 

Wednesday, October 10, 2018

Recovery from Embarrassment; Stone Mountain; Hilton Head, SC; Linus; Air Bag Problems; Porn??? Darien, GA; Home!

Okay, in our last post, My Lovely Bride (AKA "MLB" or "Suzanne") was mortified by the reaction she got from some (probably young, good-looking) redneck guys concerning her attire, but I digress... she recovered, and in the process of avoiding Hurricane Florence, we moved on southward. Somewhere along the way, we saw this door sign... frequent readers know my feelings towards lawyers. 

Another day's travel brought us to Stone Mountain, Georgia, and a beautiful campground only a mile from the monolith that has enormous carvings of Confederate heroes Robert E. Lee, Stonewall Jackson, and Jefferson Davis. (Remember that I am a Southern boy at heart...) Coincidentally, I am now reading one of the classic histories of the War of Northern Aggression (AKA the Civil War, or the War of the Rebellion), The Civil War (1958, when historians were actually apolitical), by the brilliant historian Shelby Foote, highly acclaimed on both sides of the Mason Dixon Line (even the Gray Lady!, hard to believe, but back then, newspapers were relatively neutral). 

Our campground was in Stone Mountain Park, on a hillside, where I had total trust in MLB to guide me back into our designated site. Another 10 feet, and we would have been down the hill into the lake! (Newcomers to this blog may note that our coach looks much like a Greyhound Bus! But we are living aboard for 6 months each summer, and Suzanne has indicated that a 6x6 ft tent is unacceptable...)

Two days of kayaking and hiking later, we headed for Hilton Head, South Carolina, where we linked up with two of our dearest friends, Irene and Tony Vouvalides. We are linked spiritually to this lovely couple by our shared grief, having both lost beautiful daughters, our Susan and Irene and Tony's Carly. (In fact, today would have been Carly's 30th birthday). Irene leads the Hilton Head chapter of Helping Parents Heal, and is Vice President of that organization which does so much to bring healing and consolation to parents who have lost a child (and some more than one). 

While at dinner, this shrimper cruised by; the sight of her with the backdrop of Low Country marshes made me wish that we were closer to the water, instead of almost 100 miles from the ocean in The Villages, as nice as it is...

Linus was Carly's beloved Golden Doodle, and is the sweetest dog we have ever met. Gretchen still barks at him occasionally, but Rudy accepts him pretty well. Our mini Dachshunds can walk under Linus' belly without touching!

While in Hilton Head, I spotted this car with three stickers. (Note that the nearest military base is Parris Island, where young Marines enter into the service of their country at boot camp. The three blue stars on the one on the left indicates that the family has three sons or daughters serving in the military. The Marine Corps eagle, globe and anchor on the right is darn well self-explanatory. The sticker at lower right is hard to read, but has two parts; the left side with "Your Kids", and four figures; the right side, labeled "My Kids", also has four figures, with three holding rifles. Very impressive... I honor the entire family for their patriotism, sacrifice and service to our nation.

A weekend jaunt took us to Charleston, where Suzanne gave her "Your Emerging Soul" workshop to an enthusiastic group at Unity of Charleston. On the way back to Hilton Head, we experienced the first significant mechanical problem of our six month tour. Our coach uses air bags as a suspension system, instead of springs (because it weighs 23 tons!), and one had failed. (This photo is of the air bags on the back end of a semi tractor, the truck that pulls 46-53 ft trailers). They look like barrels, but are filled with compressed air to 125 psi.

Suzanne drove back to Hilton Head, and I limped into the Freightliner repair shop in Summerville for repairs. Tony drove up to Summerville and drove me and the puppies back to Hilton Head for a party at his house. I asked him to call when he was five minutes out. I got his call, "Ty, I'm in front of the porn store!" "What??? I don't know where the porn store is... Tony, are you sure they have those here? Summerville is a family-friendly town!"

36 hours later, we were fixed. Our technician, Eric, showed us the failed air bag support... 

Back "in battery", as Navy gunners say, we headed south another day and visited more dear friends, Mike and Beth Pasakarnis. Their son Wolf (Mike, Jr.) was killed by lightning like our Susan, and we are very close. They had recently moved from Mashpee, Mass, to Darien, Georgia. Here are Mike and Beth with some of Wolf's mementos in his room. (If you haven't read Suzanne's book, Wolf's Message, it is a winner!)

Another days drive brought us home to the Villages, in central Florida. It had been six months to the day, and 10,910 miles of driving, as far west as Scottsdale, AZ and Boise, Idaho, and as far east as Fredericton, New Brunswick, Canada. Another great summer, meeting and helping many wonderful people along the way. We are enjoying sitting on our patio and looking at the live oaks behind our house...

In closing, I have one final story to relate; tonight I mentioned to Suzanne that I was taking our little mini-Dachshunds Rudy and Gretchen out; thinking that dinner was soon to go onto the table, she said, "Oh, I hope it's a short puppy walk..." I replied, "Well, duh... of course they are short puppies; their legs are only three inches long!"

Monday, October 1, 2018

Newport, RI; Alpacas and Hinckleys! Northern Virginia; Appalachian State University; Boone, NC; An Embarrassing Moment

Bar Harbor was great for kayaking and lobster, but it was good to get away from the mosquitoes when we turned the bow of the coach southwest and headed for our next destination, Scarborough, Maine, south of Portland. The weather was beautiful and our 15-mile bike ride through the marsh and pines was bug-free! 

A few hours south were our old Navy stomping grounds in Newport, Rhode Island. Between us, we had about five years of time in Newport, one of the most delightful summer vacation spots in the world. (Oh, and they also have lobsters!) On arrival, we went for a long walk around the naval base to see what had changed... a lot! One of the new buildings was the Naval Leadership and Ethics Center. Both Suzanne and I had taught the subject, and I wish that it was mandatory for US senators... after having watched a bit of the circus called the Judiciary Committee, they could use a refresher course... but I digress...

We had an invitation from old sailing friends, Jim and Judy McGuire, to visit their farm in Wickford. Imagine our surprise when Judy, who is a wild bird rehabilitator, asked, "Would you like to meet our alpacas?" The two in the back are mother and daughter.  All three have the sweetest dispositions you could imagine, and faces that would melt the coldest heart!

Because of their warm fleece coats, the alpacas had been shorn for the summer. They look a bit odd having been trimmed, but it must be a lot more comfortable.

Sailing is in Suzanne's blood and mine, so we were thrilled when we got an invitation from Ben Riggs, a retired Navy fighter pilot, to take us out on his Swedish Albin 30 sloop. Here we are under great sailing conditions off Newport on Narragansett Bay, with a big Hinckley 45 footer off our quarter. Newport offers some of the premier sailing in the world, and many circumnavigators start their voyages here. Racing is extremely popular, since the America's Cup races were held here for over 50 years.

Ben is a great racing sailor, but even his skills couldn't keep the much larger Hinckley astern. (Size does matter...) She is certainly a beautiful yacht. In fact, we had driven by the Hinckley yard in Southwest Harbor, Maine, when we were in Bar Harbor. (I really need to start buying lottery tickets.) Experienced sailors may note that her mainsail is luffing a bit; that's due to the fluky winds that occur when the laminar wind flow over a sail is disrupted by another boat just upwind.

I was just finishing a long walk at our campground along Burma Road north of the base when I saw a strange vehicle on the nearby train tracks - a "rail bike". They come in 2 and 4 seaters, and are quite popular amongst the tourists here. They are also used in Oregon, in the Adirondacks and in Korea.

We left the cool Newport weather and headed south to northern Virginia, where Suzanne had an event at Unity of Fairfax. We had dinner with our good friends Colleen and Doug Smith and Kathy and Andy McMannis from Helping Parents Heal, and got a taste of 21st Century Washington, DC, traffic, which was at least twice as bad as when we lived there in the 80s and 90s.  Unfortunately, our staff photographer was off for a few nights, probably hunting nutria in Louisiana...

I should reintroduce the members of our team, for new readers. Here is Suzanne, also known as My Lovely Bride, AKA MLB...

Our Senior Resident Canine is Rudy the Sailing Wiener Dog, now age 13, getting a bit grey around the muzzle... he has been mistaken for a short Irish setter by several young women attracted to his handsome visage. (Yep, he's a Babe Magnet!)

This Lovely Young Canine Lady is Gretchen, age 12, who when approached by other dogs, thinks she is a Rottweiler... although normally, she is very timid and serene. When I come back sweaty from PT, I lie down on a yoga pad and she licks the sweat off my face. MLB thinks its gross, but Gretchen and I know better.

Our next stop, a bittersweet one, was at Appalachian State University, in Boone, NC, where our daughter Susan had been a student. A retired English Professor, Dr. Tom McGowan, had learned of Susan's Marine Corps service and death on active duty. 

Being a former Marine himself, Dr. McGowan arranged for Susan's name to be placed on the memorial at the university. Susan is the only woman on that list. He invited us down for a visit, and we had the privilege of meeting him, visiting the memorial, getting a personal tour of the campus, and having lunch in the student union. It meant a lot to us, and I know Susan was there watching over our shoulder. 

While in Boone, I went for a hike, and passed this herd of goats on a woodpile... I'm not sure of the exact meaning of why they are standing on a woodpile, but am sure it makes perfect "goat sense"...

Farther down the road was a tiny chapel in back of a private home. It warms my heart to see such dedication to one's faith in a very remote, rural area...

Even though I don't watch TV shows about flipping houses, I found this fixer-upper that has promise... (of what, I'm not sure...)

Finally, in the hopes that she doesn't read this before it goes to press, I have to expose (in a matter of speaking) one of My Lovely Bride's most embarrassing moments. We were at a military campground, and we had no plans to interact with anyone all day.  Suzanne decided to wear a shirt that was given to her as a gift by a friend, but which she told me privately she could never wear in public.  Later in the morning we found out we had to change campsites, so while I dealt with the bus and the car, Suzanne went into the campground office to check in. There were four young "redneck" guys standing around chatting with the desk clerk, and when they saw Suzanne, they all gave her what she described to me as sh__-eating grins". She didn't realize what that was all about until she looked down and realized she had forgotten to change her shirt...