Last nights Storm


Boy was there a storm last night, son was heading back to Roseburg and he called me from the Junction and said hear that mom?well no i really couldn't, but then he said that is the sound of hail coming down. Said it was about the size of marbles.
Of course since we are having the garage sale, we didn't want to hear that.

So the clouds started coming in heavier and heavier, the winds started up and my poor tree was swaying back and forth. Yup! The rain and the hail was coming this way.

So thinking i was going to have some time to move stuff out of the way and under cover... nope that was not to be, the sky just opened up and it was pouring hail. Not as much as i thought it would, but then the rain came, and
oh my! got the stuff moved, but we were soaked.

So the rest of the evening we just watched the beautiful firework
s going on in the sky.
I guess you just have to have a few good thunder and lightning nights like that. Sad tho as some folks went without power for awhile. And it also started a few fires.

Today was nice and cool, lots of wind tho. Tonight the sky is clear and the stars are shining. So should be good for a great Labor Day weekend.


I should of had my head examined tho for having a yard sale this weekend. Made a total of $38.00 today. Yesterday was only $82.00, lets see what tomorrow brings.
Will let ya know if this is a good thing to have one on a busy holiday weekend
.

Travelling: incongruities #2

I love to discover incongruities when I travel, as I told you. Like the coffee-seller using a shiny Italian espresso machine in Aleppo's medieval souq, I like this image of two guys working a Turkish doner kebap stand in Beijing. It wasn't something I expected to see in downtown Beijing. For me, it was out of context, that's all. And there lies its disarming charm. For me, food is another source of joy when I travel. And I enjoy eating 'foreign' foods in countries to find out how that culture has adapted and reinterpreted another culture's dish to suit its taste. Although nothing beats trying food that's typical of a country's cuisine, those dishes that are representative of a culture and identity, that its people are proud of, that are served with love. I'll never forget my first time in Paris. My friend Sandrine invited us to stay at her place and we arrived to a breakfast of warm croissants, fresh from the bakery. Sure we'd had croissants in Sydney, even in Abu Dhabi, before. But these were Parisian croissants our French friend was proudly serving us in Paris. And to us they were the most delicious, flaky, buttery croissants we'd ever eaten. I can smell them now.

selling my sports car





Well, i have put my car on Craig's List for sale. Really makes me sad to sell it as i like the car, always wanting a sports car, i finally got one, but found that i just really didn't drive it much. Its a 1986 Bertone x 1/9. Nevada bought it for me when we first moved to Bend 14 yrs ago, The car had 21,000 miles on it. and as you can see not much driving has been done. Its a hard top convertible, top goes in the front of the car and engine in the back with a tiny little trunk
Several Yrs ago i had my son the painter, paint it this color, 3 tone, midnight Rose, altho it really wasn't the color i wanted but couldn't get the one i had seen on a car, we found the car and that is what they said the color was, but when son called me he said mom' this is much darker than you thought it was going to be. Well even tho it wasn't the color i wanted i ended up liking it .
But found that driving it much was not in the cards. So it is time to give it up and hopefully someone will drive it like its suppose too.
It has the original hubcabs with the Bertone name on them, a collectors cars, nothing wrong with it, just needs to be used. Good gas mileage. close to 40 mpg.
How can one go wrong with that?
Love driving it with the top off

Travelling: incongruities #1

One of travel's delights for me is discovering wonderful incongruities. Like this coffee-seller in Aleppo Souq. While there's nothing unusual about finding coffee-sellers in Syrian souqs, they're usually armed with a traditional coffeepot or thermos, tiny ceramic or plastic cups, and a container of fresh water to wash them in. What's so incongruous about this image is that this young entrepreneur is operating a shiny Italian espresso machine. It's somehow misplaced in a souq that's almost medieval. But why should it seem out of context? It's 2007 after all. And maybe it's not so incongruous to you? Perhaps it's only me. Because while I've been to souqs and bazaars all across the Middle East, I can't recall seeing one with an espresso stand. (I'm discounting Istanbul's Grand Bazaar where there are several contemporary cafés under its vaulted ceilings and other modernities all around.) So while this scene makes me smile, perhaps it's not of any interest to you. The guy's coffee is great, by the way.

Travelling: textures

There are a few reasons as to why I keep thinking about that turtle crossing the road in Syria: one, as I said, was because I'd been reading about Freya Stark's 'virtues of travelling'; I've also been thinking about the things that make travel exciting (unexpected events, the element of surprise, those serendipitous moments, incongruities); and I've been thinking about textures. Since that moment with the turtle, I've not been able to get an image out of my mind... more often than the picture of the turtle slowing crossing that Syrian country road, another image persistently enters my mind. It's a close-up of the turtle's shell, and the extraordinarily beautiful texture of the thing. And like a slide show screening in my head, a whole array of memories of textures in close-up follow... sculpted desert sands (Liwa, Mhmed), seashells on a beach (Ajman, Essaouira, Monkey Mia), and the shiny slippery white of marble rocks polished by the steps of time (Dubrovnik, Hvar, and a host of archaeological sites that have blurred in my mind).

Travelling: virtues put to the test, example 1

Our 'travellers' virtues' were put to the test on our recent road trip in Syria. We'd hired a driver as my partner and I were both busy researching and shooting pics and had enough to do (although my partner reluctantly ended up driving a few days anyway). We were cruising along a remote country road in the northern Kurdish region of Syria - the scenery was spectacular. We'd just dropped off a kindly, craggy-faced old Bedouin man to whom we'd given a ride, when we spotted a small turtle crossing the road. We asked our driver to stop the car and we scrambled out to take a look at the little guy. The three of us stood and watched the turtle ever-so-slowly crawl across the road to seek cover in the undergrowth. Our driver said: "I wish I knew what turtles ate. I'd take him home." We had a few ideas as to what turtles might eat but, as fond as we'd become of our driver, we weren't about to share them.

New Grandbaby #8

Baby Jaeden
August 3rd 2007
6:05am
6 Lbs 12.6 Oz
18 inches long

Grandson Hudson 12 Holding baby Jaeden


Granddaughter Morgan 14 holding him. Well this makes grand baby 8



Travelling: virtues of a traveller

I'm reading the biography of the great female traveller Freya Stark, 'Passionate Nomad: the life of Freya Stark', because I'm writing a book on Syria and Freya spent time there. I'm up to an enlightening chapter about Freya's time in Yemen when she was the leader of an archaeological expedition. She intensely disliked her two British women travelling companions because they weren't interested in the locals and learning about their culture; they were only interested in the piles of rocks they were there to dig up. As a result, Freya formed a list of 'seven cardinal virtues for a traveller' which still strike me as being relevant: "1) To admit standards that are not one's own standards and discriminate the values that are not one's own values; 2) to know how to use stupid men and inadequate tools with equanimity; 3) to be able to dissociate oneself from one's bodily sensations; 4) to be able to take rest and nourishment as and when they come; 5) to love not only nature but human nature also; 6) to have an unpreoccupied, observant, and uncensorious mind - in other words, to be unselfish; and 7) to be as calmly good-tempered at the end of the day as at the beginning." What do you think? Is Freya missing anything?

What happened to the the journey?

I asked: what happened to 'the journey'? Is the process of getting 'there' no longer as important as it once was? My friend Greg says: "Get me there as painlessly as possible. That is still important, but airports are airports, and other than the quality of food, and perhaps the entertainment system, planes are planes. Once landed, then the journey becomes, or can become, important... land and sea travel afford many more 'memory' possibilities. Running around Saigon in a 1968 Honda 90cc motorcycle with two duffle bags hanging off each arm (passenger). Taking a small long tail to go to Ko Lanta Island in South Thailand. Taking the train from Kuala Lumpur up through Malaysia and into Thailand. Trekking across 6 countries in Africa in the back of a Bedford truck. Taking the subway from Charles De Gaulle into Paris. Taking any TGV fast train in France. Riding around Melbourne in a Tram. Hitching to the step pyramids of Sakarah (Egypt) in old diesel lorry, sitting on a crate of dates, a chicken on my lap. I think ground transportation has elements of excitement, adventure, and most importantly a closer look at people and their culture in a 'real' every-day environment." I found this photo I took on a road trip in Morocco. Greg, is this what you mean?

It's the people you meet

It's the people you meet that makes travel cool for you. Not star sights or great restaurants or lively bars, but it's the people you meet at those places, the people you meet on your moves, that makes travel so great. These were the results of my 'what makes travel cool for you?' poll: 80% said it was the people they met; 65% said it was the things they saw; 50% said it was the places they went, stuff they did and what they ate; 45% said it was where they drank; and 25% said it was the stuff they took home and how they moved. If people are so important to our travels, why don't guidebooks tell us more about the people of the places we're going to? If we knew more about the kinds of people we might expect to meet in a place, I wonder if it would inspire and excite us more about that destination? Maybe because there's less written about the 'people factor', because our meetings are 'serendipitous', because there's that element of surprise... maybe that's why our encounters with people on our travels are so memorable. Like this water-seller we met in Alexandria. Would the impact of his surprising warmth and smile been lessened had I have read that I might meet friendly water-sellers in the backstreets of Alexandria?

Dubai: best backstreets vol 2

Not far from Dubai's gritty Karama and Satwa 'hoods is Al-Musalla Rd, Bur Dubai, the city's ‘Little India’. The side streets are lined with Bollywood tape shops and boutiques selling bejewelled and sequinned numbers modelled by kitsch mannequins. There are cheap Pakistani, Azerbaijani and Russian eateries, and Indian sweet shops. There's a tea shop one block from Al-Fahidi roundabout with plastic stools on the pavement out front. On Fridays big groups of expat workers from the Sub-Continent gather outside to share stories from home and, in season, watch cricket on the black and white television. Equally as interesting, in the nearby neighbourhood of Mankhool, near Al-Adhid Rd, local families live in big villas with half a dozen cars out front, there are diminutive white mosques on the corners, and children ride bicycles down the quiet street. This is as close as Dubai gets to an ordinary middle-class 'burb. If you're staying at a beach resort, it's worth wandering around Umm Suqeim, between Jumeirah Beach Hotel and Umm Suqeim beach. In this low-key Emirati neighbourhood of whitewashed single-storey houses and bougainvillea-filled gardens, you'll be sharing the sandy lanes with straying chickens and scrawny cats. Don't worry, it's okay to help yourself to a cup of water from the coolers out front. That's what they're there for.

Dubai: best backstreets vol 1

Travellers to Dubai tend to come for sun, sand and shopping. Few seem interested in exploring anything more than the hotel beach and nearest mall. Yet, like Hong Kong, Dubai's backstreets are endlessly fascinating. While the city's critics complain that Dubai has no culture or soul, they only need to get out of their five star resorts or luxury apartments and wander the backstreets to find the 'real' Dubai. On weekends we like to stroll around Satwa, a laidback neighbourhood of vibrant-coloured houses with gates painted with palm trees. Only a block behind the sleek skyscrapers of Sheikh Zayed Rd, Satwa has a narrow main street lined with second-hand stores, Indian sweet shops and Pakistani eateries, and in the evenings it's just as bustling as the busiest souqs. In the side streets you'll find hole-in-the-wall Afghani bakeries and on Fridays the expat Filipino workers play volleyball on the vacant sandy lots just behind the plush luxury hotels. Not far away, Karama's gritty backstreets are some of Dubai's poorest and yet some of the city's friendliest. Shopkeepers chat on the footpath outside their stores and neighbours stand around on street corners sharing news from home late into the night - the guys, freshly-showered and relaxed, with just a sarong wrapped around their waists. Nowhere in Dubai will you find such community spirit. And such great Goan curries.

Yard Sale

Well today we started the yard sale, Gosh i have forgotten how much work it is to have one, Took all day yesterday just to get the stuff out in the yard.
so here are some of my great treasures that i have to get rid of
Here is Nevada's Treasure his cement mixer, he has had that thing for 30 yrs i think, it works real good for this little jobs one wants to do. and on the side is my favorite santa and snow man, $3 each sold right off the bat. Nope mixer hasn't sold yet, guess no one wants to work that hard.
Here is all my treasures, yard stuff never used in the yard, but in the house, and then some of my teapots, shoot i found this hummingbird feeder that i bought several yrs ago and forgot were i had put it, never was used. $3 bucks sold right off.
Here is oldest son that has moved here to look for work for now, i think he is looking at girlie magazine. taking it easy as he has been really busy takeing stuff out of sheds to put in sale. We have not even touched half of the stuff yet.
Here is more of knick Knack stuff. Not even half of what i have yet. still lots of yard stuff. Today was a man day. mostly men came to the sale, had a total of 5 women coming all day long. Have to say that with no advertisement other than a couple of signs outside by entrance we didn't do too bad. Hubby sold lots and lots of tools real cheap, $3,4, 5 bucks on boxes of tools take one take all sort of sale. went like hot cakes. Now i hope tomorrow is better day as it is Sat. so maybe more women out there.Maybe they will want my knick knacks. gosh such good stuff no junk either.
Oh the day of wanting to hit the road. all must go, can't fit in a 30ft motor home.

Hong Kong: what's to love about the backstreets

I've been thinking about what I love about Hong Kong's backstreets: dried seafood stores with their just-arrived produce laid out on the pavement; down-to-earth eateries with delicious glazed ducks hanging in their windows; medicinal herbalists selling snake skins, animal tails, herbs, potions, and other oddities we can only guess at; tiny shops carving bespoke wooden, ivory and jade seals, a unique souvenir; cluttered second hand stores with whimsical bric-a-brac waiting to be discovered; self-serve bakeries where you take a tray and tongs to select your snacks of choice from an array of tasty Chinese buns and golden Portuguese tarts; textile shops crammed with shoppers bargaining for rolls of gaudy fabrics; tea shops with tins of aromatic teas lining the walls; tiny temples heady with incense like Man Ho Temple, Hong Kong's oldest... What do you like?

Lunigiana, the land of the moon



Here you can reach the sea at Lerici, famous for its Gulf of poets, and Mary Shelley, who stayed at Lerici castle, a beautiful medieval sea-side castle of quite some fame.


We chose this area to live in above many other parts of Italy, and we have no regrets, in fact we now assist others,like ourselves, who want nice properties and locations, good prices, beautiful settings, sea access and general accessibility, and nice people! We are the team at Italy Simply and we can help and assist you with every little thing to do with getting here, being here, staying here, and much more.




Lunigiana is also the land of 100 castles, though they number more than this! The main family here were the Malaspina, a noble family dating back a long long time, thus named Malaspina 'bad spine' because one ancient ancestor, was out riding one day and ran into an Acacia spine, which caught him in the neck, and he cried out 'mala spina mala spina' which translates basically to 'bad spike bad spike!'




There is much to discover here, dont miss out on this area, come here and be delighted and amazed!



Zac B Mahoney

Hong Kong: it's all about the backstreets

It's all about the backstreets, isn't it? Whether it's Hong Kong (pictured), Shanghai or Dubai, it's the backstreets of those cities that are the most fascinating. That's where I like to think we find what's 'authentic' - a term in itself that's up for discussion, right? But to really see how people live, we need to get off the high streets and stylish boulevards. I'll admit I love my galleries, restaurants and shops, but I also like to leave the chic streets and get lost. The more I travel the more inclined I am to leave the guidebook at the hotel and just take a map and phrasebook. I'm bored with the term 'off the beaten track' (can we try to find another?) but getting off the tourist trail and wandering around an everyday neighbourhood, even an unfashionable suburban mall, can be just as compelling, don't you think? My favorite big cities to get lost in would have to be Hong Kong, Beijing, Dubai, Damascus, Mumbai, Marrakesh, Milan, Venice, Antwerp and Amsterdam. What are yours?

Buyers showed up here today

This morning there was a fellow from the company which is a chain, that is looking at buying our property show up and he was taking photos of the place. Nevada went out to see just who he was, and that is when he told us that the buyers were coming by so they can look at the property, well i would of thought they would of done that long before now. But since this is a chain we are assuming that it has to have there approval as well.

Well they looked for a long time, so hopefully all is still a go. Makes ya worry when you have such an official person here.

Don't know if i mentioned it before or not, but last week when the title company called they said there was a lien on the property, wow news to us, as our property is free and clear and all was paid up. Sure had Nevada worried for the entire weekend, as he had no idea what that could be and knew he was probably going to have to get a lawyer, all sorts of things were going on in his head. Lots of sleepness nights for him, he worries about everything.

Well the gal called this morning and she said no worries, as no one seems to know what it was and so all was dropped, WHAT A RELIEF THAT WAS! Amazing how things like that can pop up and if you aren't on top of things one may of paid it, sure was a lot of money to just give away for no reason.

Been going through some old photos of when i was a kid in Germany and have been posting on my daily activity blog which i didn't use much so thought it might be a good place to add it over there.

Sure was cold today and had some rain yesterday and the day before, sure settled a lot of dust around here. Could use more rain. Noticing how the leaves are already turning colors, must be going to be a early winter.

Exitement over your table with the Truffle Tarts!

Black truffles are called "scorzoni" [skowrzohnee] as refferred in the video.

This video in Italian language from Casa Tocci shows a very simple way of preparing black truffle tarts.

If you do not know Italian, I have written down here the recipe for you:

Set a handful of black truffles (dry ones, not the pickeled ones in a jar) and set them in a glass of "Vino Santo" (a sweet Tuscan dessert wine made from raisins and aged two years in small barrels) overnight.
Get some good quality pork lard and slice it thinly. Wrap each truffle with the slice of lard and then wrap the whole thing with a layer of tin foil.
Set the wrapped truffles under hot ashes (do not set besides live charcoal!!!) in your fireplace and leave there until soft (depending on the teperature it may take two hours).

That's it! Enjoy!

Hong Kong: local colour, part 2

On the subject of 'colour', I still think of Hong Kong as the classic 'vibrant cosmopolitan Asian city'. Don't you? Bangkok and Tokyo may share that title, but Hong Kong has something special, an effervescence other cities don't have. The city may not have the flamboyance of Shanghai or the audacity of Dubai but Hong Kong has a certain sizzle all its own. Once a city other Asian cities aspired to be, a city every traveller wanted to see, I wonder now if Hong Kong hasn't lost its appeal to some. Revisiting Hong Kong a couple of years ago, the city's biographer Jan Morris said: "Not long ago Hong Kong was one of travel's absolutes - history's absolutes, too. A city-state like no other, spectacularly unique, with the tallest buildings, the most extravagant shops, the grandest hotels, the busiest port and the most terrific airport - a marvellous anomaly, a historical epitome, a boast, a marvel and a show, whirling away night and day in the South China Sea. Traveller, just look at it now!" Her description of Hong Kong could apply to Shanghai or Dubai, but is that still how we see Hong Kong?

Bangkok: local colour, part 1

I'm always looking for colour when I travel, whether it's that sense of vibrancy, energy and immediacy of life on the streets, or a sense of 'local colour', that the neighbourhood I'm exploring is real, gritty and authentic, or simply the riot of colour and sound that can be experienced in cities like Hong Kong, Tokyo and Bangkok. Like this street in Bangkok's Chinatown. Do you know what I mean?

Thailand: as imagined

Don't you love it when you travel and arrive at a place that's exactly as you had imagined? Do you think to yourself "this is exactly how I imagined"? This image of little houses shaded by palm trees against a backdrop of limestone hills near Khao Sam Roi Yot national park was the Thailand of my imagination. My Thailand had nothing to do with hammocks on white sand beaches. Nor blue skies obviously because it was drizzling and moments later the rain was pelting down. The thing I find fascinating about travel is that, like a good film, it's as much about having your expectations met as is it is about the incongruities, chance encounters and serendipitous moments. What do you think?

Thailand: the missing palm trees

I located my missing palm trees. I knew I hadn't imagined them. They're in Thailand, on the coast somewhere between Hua Hin and Khao Sam Roi Yot national park. We'd hired a car in Hua Hin and driven down to the park to see the limestone hills, the monkeys, and the amazing bird life. On the drive back, we followed the coast as much as we could, stopping at creamy sand beaches and tiny fishing villages. It started to rain. I remember thinking at the time that the dramatic contrast between the gray-blue sky and the rust-red soil reminded me of Broome in the north-west of Australia. That's why I took this picture. So how did this memory converge with my Moroccan one? Does that happen to your travel memories?

Morocco: how my memory deceives me

I was wrong about those palm trees that I told you about. The three palm trees on the road to Mhmed near the edge of the Sahara. Take a look. I'm amazed by my memory and how it deceives me at times. How is it that I remember the boy's face below, that I vividly recall those moments and see him in my mind? Yet my memory of the palm trees is fuzzy. Yet I do remember three palm trees rising from the one base... where were those palm trees?

Morocco: the people you meet, part 3

On the road from Zagora to Mhmed, near the edge of the Sahara, we met these children. We'd stopped to take a photo of three palm trees, fanned out as if growing from the same trunk. A group of cute kids ran to the car, their little hands grasping for whatever we had to give them... candies, oranges, gum, coins... When we'd distributed what we had they ran away, but two stayed... out of curiosity? Or humanity? The child on the left just kidded around, pulling faces, smiling... the one on the right studied us inquisitively. His wise gaze has stayed with me. I wonder if we'll meet again some day. On our travels.

Syria: the people you meet, part 2

We'd been searching for Qasr al Heir Al Sharqi, the isolated ruins of a magnificent Umayyad palace, some 120 kilometers in the desert north-east of Palmyra, Syria, and we'd found them. After a failed attempt the day before, we were elated. At the end of our ambles we saw two young boys striding across the desert toward us. One, who was the caretaker of the castle, was named Mohammed. The other was his cousin. Also named Mohammed. The first Mohammed had come to collect our money, give us our tickets, and write our names in a book. He spoke perfect English: yes, we were the only people to visit that day, and, yes, he'd met our Dutch friends there the day before, and he was most impressed with their motorbikes. He asked us for a ride, just to the intersection near their house and on the way we discussed his career aspirations. We were still smiling to ourselves when we slowed to let a herd of sheep cross the road. The friendly Bedouin shepherd, sitting casually on the back of his white donkey, smiled and waved to us. His name could have been Mohammed. It didn't matter. That smile, that wave... that was all we needed. As I asked before, have you had those feelings on your travels?

Alexandria: the people you meet, part 1

It's people that make my travels so memorable. And I don't necessarily mean the people I befriend. Sometimes it's a person I merely see on my travels, an exchange of knowing looks as we walk down the same lane, as we leisurely stroll the same route, as we nudge each other out of the way on a busy shopping street. Sometimes it's a person I meet fleetingly - in a souq, in a restaurant, on the road - someone I may never see again. And yet, that moment - a smile, a stare, a wave, a tear - may leave an everlasting impression. That sounds corny I know. But it's true. I'll never forget the slight smile and glint in the eye of the woman on the right as we passed each other in the backstreets of Alexandria. Do you have those memories from your travels?

Taroudant: the hot chip man

Taroudant is a wonderful walled town east of Agadir on the way to Ouarzazate in Morocco. If you're doing a road trip from Marrakesh to the Sahara make sure you stop overnight. There's a small bustling souq that rarely sees foreigners, and yet the stallholders have a relaxed demeanour. The best buy here is handmade leather sandals. But that's not what I want to tell you. On the main square is a man - a man with a mouthful of shiny white teeth who is exceedingly generous with his smiles. He cooks up fresh hot potato crisps in a wok-like deep-fryer. He's just as generous with his servings - and with the salt. It was chilly the evening we bought our chips from him, wrapped in paper. But I'm not sure what I remember most... the chips or his smile. Both warmed our souls.

Aleppo: souq pharmacy

This is a little shop that's typical of many in Aleppo's atmospheric souq, selling everything from medicinal herbs and dried lizard skins to Clairol hair colors and loofahs for the hammam. it's a bit like a Boots pharmacy really, only the service is better.

Have you ever tried to carry your groceries on your head? What's the best strategy?

Folklore: Montepulciano Bravio

The Bravio is an extreme feat for the athletic pushers that alternate their strengths to compete with eleven pairs of rollers.
The huge and heavy wine barrels (hundreds of pounds) are rolled upwards the extreley steep uphills in town along a track of one mile and a half.

Just to let you have an idea of the extreme struggle, a couple of years ago one pusher died of a heart attack during the trials.

Here the Bravio in an 8 minute long video. It also is a good video to show the streets of Montepulciano.

Marrakesh souq midday Friday

This is Marrakesh souq around midday Friday, when everyone is at prayers. It's the only time you ever really notice the light filtering through the roof and how wide the 'narrow' lanes are. When the souq is in business it's chaotic. A cacophony of colour, sounds, and smells. You can't think. You can't move. You can't do anything except get caught up in the chaos and commotion of the place. Can you handle it?

Welcome to Winnemucca, NV the Crossroads of the West.

Just going through some old photos that is on my floppy disks and came across these and i thought i would put them on here. This was a trip we took to Winnemucca
coming back from one of our trips, Its a popular place for gambling. Which we don't do much of that, can think of other things to waste my money on.Besides i never win.

Be sure to click on the photos to make them bigger and then you can read about the tree.
I think that trip we stayed a few days, at the Model T Rv park. The
re special was stay 2 nights and get the 3 rd free. We have stayed there several times going south. Its a nice park.
I think we did a bit of touring as well. They have shuttle cabs that you can take for nothing, tipping i think is good, but they will take you to one casino to another. Kind of nice, specially when you are in a rv and have no tow vehicle.


We took a walk around town and came across this neat church
Would of liked to have gone inside but the doors were locked so didn't get to go in. Maybe next time.
click on the website for fun and activities to do in Winnemucca

The Mediterranean landscape of the lulling Elba

We spent two lovely weeks over at Villa Eucalyptus right on the coast and have shot this short video to share with all of you the relaxing sound of the Mediterranean waves, a lulling sound that will give you an idea of the beauty of Elba Island.

We hope you enjoy this very short video which is not even a minute in length.

Another weekend gone

Well another weekend come and gone, busy my feet are killing me, too much walking up and down the walk way, cleaning rooms, but i guess i shouldn't complain, hopefully it won't be much longer before we will be out of here.

If i hadn't mentioned it before, which i guess i didn't, but we do have a offer on the property and if all goes well we will be hitting the road about Nov or sometime in Dec.
They have till the 7th of Sept to back out, and then after that they have to deposit in our account $25,000 non refundable funds. Makes it more like a sure deal, seems like that is something one won't back out of. The closing is around the 1st of Nov, but they may go over but if they do then another $5,000 will be deposited. every two weeks till no later then the 30th of Nov, can't see anyone wanting to loose that kind of money.

So we have a lot of stuff to get rid of, YIKES ! were does one start? The house first, so much stuff and junk, can't really sell anything in the rooms as still have to run the motel, and if they back out even to the end they could, which by the way they are only giving us a week to get out meaning that is when we can sell stuff out of the rooms, Oh yes i forgot to mention, it will no longer be a motel, it will be flattened, they just want the land. Ok so back to the selling stuff around here in the house, 14 yrs of stuff we have acquired, which is mostly junk, Nevada is trying to clean out the sheds with tools and more junk that he hangs on too, just because he says well i may need this someday.

I guess we will be busy for a few months, if all goes through, sure was looking forward to a vacation tho in Sept, but won't be doing that till later in the month if they don't follow through, Yup sure would be a disappointment if they don't,oh well that is the way the cookie crumbles. We have found out over the yrs tho that if its suppose to happen it will, and if not there is usually a good reason.
Just like before, when we thought it was sold.


Saying I LOVE YOU

I don't know who wrote this butI am borrowing it, as it is so true and we should all
say I Love you to the people that are near and dear to us.

After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take
another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said, "I
love you, but I know this other woman loves you and
would love to spend some time with you."

The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my
Mother, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the
demands of my work and my three children had made it
possible to visit her only occasionally.

That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner
and a movie. "What's wrong, are you well," she asked?
My Mother is the type of woman who suspects that a
late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of
bad news.

"I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some
time with you, "I responded "just the two of us." She
thought about it for a moment, and then said, "I would
like that very much."

That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up
I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I
noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our
date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had
curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had
worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary.

She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an
angel's. "I told my friends that I was going to go out
with my son, and they were impressed," she said, as
she got into the car. "They can't wait to hear about
our meeting." We went to a restaurant that, although
not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My Mother took
my arm as if she were the First Lady.

After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes
could only read large print. Half way through the
entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mother sitting there
staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips. "It
was I who used to have to read the menu when you were
small," she said. "Then it's time that you relax and
let me return the favor," I responded. During the
dinner, we had an agreeable conversation nothing
extraordinary but catching up on recent events of each
other's life. We talked so much that we missed the
movie. As we arrived at her house later, she said,
"I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me
invite you." I agreed." How was your dinner date?"
asked my wife when I got home. "Very nice, Much more
so than I could have imagined," I answered.

A few days later, my Mother died of a massive heart
attack.

It happened so suddenly that I didn't have a chance to
do anything for her. Sometime later, I received an
envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the
same place Mother and I had dined. An attached note
said: "I paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that
I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two
plates - one for you and the other for your wife. You
will never know what that night meant for me. I love
you, son."

At that moment, I understood the importance of saying
in time: "I love YOU" and to give our loved ones the
time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more
important than your family. Give them the time they
deserve, because these things cannot be put off till
"some other time."

Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to
normal after you've had a baby . somebody doesn't
know that once you're a Mother, "normal" is history.

Somebody said you can't love the second
child as much as you love the first .... somebody
doesn't have two or more children.

Somebody said the hardest part of being a Mother is labor and
delivery .... somebody never watched her "baby" get on
the bus for the first day of kindergarten .... or on a
plane headed for military "boot camp." or just moving away.

Somebody said a Mother can stop worrying
after her child gets married .... somebody doesn't know
that marriage adds a new son or daughter-in-law to a
Mother's heartstrings.

Somebody said a Mother's job is done
when her last child leaves home ..... somebody
never had grandchildren.
Somebody said your Mother knows you love her,
so you don't need to tell
her ...somebody isn't a Mother.

couple of visitors


The other day i had a visitor from Ray's brother Bill, that was a shock as i really never thought i would get to meet him. Gene,Rays son got a hold of his daughter and that is how he found out that his brother had passed on. So he wanted to come and introduce himself. He was sad that his brother and him had not talked in 10 yrs. Family issues that i won't mention here, but sad since now there is no time to make it up.
I think a good sign for folks to mend there family affairs and relize that nothing is that bad that you can't get over it before its too late. I wish my 2 son's could get over theres. Life is so short.

Then i had another visitor, I got a call from Roger on my c
amping in oregon yahoo group, he was in Bend at the south Walmart I told him to head over here and come visit, he was wanting to do laundry and i told him we had a laundry here, well we got to visiting and well he didn't get any laundry done at all. Poor guy i think he ended up going to the laundromat in the morning. We visited till about midnight, and he got up and left in the morning.Hey Roger sure was nice meeting you and i hope that you had a good time at the coast with your lady friend, and didn't get rained out.