Thursday, December 31, 2015

Welcome, 2016

As the year comes to a close, rather than dwell on the nightmares highlights of my 2015--which are mostly not-so-great and will be the topic of a future book--I will focus on 2016, which represents a clean slate and a fresh start.

My son is spending New Years in London visiting a friend who lives there. He paid for the airfare with money he earned working at Merroir over the summer.  I couldn't be more proud of him for being curious, brave and resourceful enough to make the trip by himself. To make it even better, he will be meeting two friends of mine from college who live in/near Cambridge. That my son and college friends will be meeting for the first time in another country absolutely thrills me.

Daughter, in the mean time, is filling out her application for a passport in preparation for a trip to Quebec after she graduates in June.  She hopes to hear about acceptance to college in January.  In the mean time, she's in the throes of her last high school basketball season, and thus far the team is undefeated.  I'm relishing this precious time with her as we brace for the transition to I'M GOING TO BE AN EMPTY NESTER SOON WHAT WILL I DO WITH MYSELF? college life in the fall.

As for me, I am looking forward to an impromptu trip to San Diego next week thanks to my college friend Iris, who is going there for business.  Given the horrific 2015 I had, she offered to pay my airfare there!  Although I could give a million reasons why I shouldn't go--not the least of which includes all the time I've missed from work due to car accidents and surgeries of late--I'm realizing that the time is now to do the things I want to do, and I can no longer take for granted that there will be a "later on" to enjoy life.

I hope that 2016 brings you joy and good health.

Happy New Year!

Monday, December 21, 2015

Mathews Christmas Parade, Part II

Here are shots of some of the equine entries in the recent Mathews Christmas parade.

Santa Claus sealed up the end of the festivities by sailing in on a bright red Ford.

Merry Christmas.

Sunday, December 13, 2015

Mathews Christmas Parade, Part I

Saturday's sunny skies drew a great crowd for Mathews County's Christmas parade.

There were way too many, my ears are still ringing lots of loud sirens.

And several silent striders.

It was warm enough to wear shorts!  I'm guessing those guys in the heavy cloaks and fluffy, feathered hats were wishing they'd opted for another outfit.  Bermuda shorts, polo shirt and a pith helmet, perhaps? 

This look says it all: "Meeeeeeerry Christmas!!  Is this over yet? It's 70 degrees out here, and that's in the shade, which I'd sure like to be sitting in right about now."

There were some real cuties in this year's parade.

How I resisted the urge to go cup this boy's cheeks in my hands and
smother him in kisses is beyond me.

Hello, neighbor!  She and her husband--who attended the Waverly Lane Christmas party later that evening--sponsor the high school's robotic team.  

The cast of characters was seemingly endless.

Be still my heart!  Someone else in Mathews has a crab hat!!

This is my favorite daytime parade yet, there were so many more unusual entries and lots and lots of horses, which I love. These are but a few of many photos I took; I'll post more later in the week.

In other news, I am still at home resting up from my surgery and return to work this Friday, just in time for Christmas and New Years.  But I'm feeling stronger every day.

It feels good to feel good.

Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Moving Right Along

I'm still here.

Right here, on Queens Creek, the same as I ever was.

The recent events of my life have been the equivalent of at least four Lifetime movies.

I could write a book about each major event, they're all lengthy, dramatic, quasi-incredible stories.

It was as if someone was testing me, to see how much I could take at once.

But, for whatever reason, I'm still here, alive and convulsing kicking twitching.

Right now, I'm recovering from my last major surgery for 2015.

So far, so good. I should be back to normal, whatever that is, soon.

Today I went on my first walk since the accident back in October.

It took me 39 minutes to walk two miles!!!!

(This is unacceptable; but all things considered, I am grateful to be walking, talking, typing, writing, twitching convulsing and alive.)

The whole family has been impacted by stuff.  And not just my stuff.

My mother was hospitalized for two days for an infection.

(She's fine now.)

My father has been having a very rough time of it for a while.

(Chronic problems that have worsened.)

But here we are.  Alive.  Pressing forward.  Doing the best we can.

I am very, very grateful.


I hope to return to blogging more regularly as time permits.  I also need to write a book about the recent events of my life, but I'm not sure when I'll find time to do all that.  Right now, I'll just commit to a blog post here and there.

(But there is an unbelievable book--based on a true story--just brewing inside me.)

I hope all of you both of my faithful readers are doing well.  Thanks for stopping by.

I'm still here.

Friday, October 30, 2015

The Accident

Once upon a time, almost a week after her heart had been splintered into a million tiny shards, on her way to Richmond to see an oncologist--because 2015 hasn't been eventful enough thus far-- Chesapeake Bay Woman was hit by an oncoming car on a dark, two-lane, wooded country road near Glenns and was extremely lucky to survive.  After her very first helicopter ride from the scene of the accident to the hospital, she was diagnosed with two fractured ribs and a punctured lung.  (The top of her head hurt too--see pictures of car roof that is dented on driver's side above.)  She has nothing but the best possible things to say about the little car that saved her life--her beloved Kia Forte, whose airbags and seat belt prevented something far worse from happening.

The End.


I've not been blogging because, well, I've just been trying to survive, and so far I'm not dead yet, so I'm winning!  I could write a screenplay--that nobody would believe--about the past several weeks, but the bottom line is I am alive, I am going to survive, and, after I get through a hysterectomy scheduled for November 30th, I will welcome 2016 in with gusto and more determination than ever to live well and fully.

My friends and family have been absolutely wonderful to me, there are not enough words to express my gratitude.

I intend to return to blogging, but until I get a few things resolved--such as a rental car and then purchasing yet another new-to-me car, never mind the upcoming surgery which will incapacitate me for a minimum of four weeks--things may continue to be quiet here.

In the mean time, when you get behind the wheel, don't ever forget to buckle up.

I hope all is well in your world.

Is it 2016 yet?

Wednesday, October 7, 2015


Last week we endured a nor'easter on top of a nor'easter just before the remnants of a hurricane rolled in.

Queens Creek tried to contain herself, but those sustained northeast winds wore her down after a while, especially at high tide.

The water came in the yard but thankfully not in the house.
Unless you want to count the standing water in my garage due to a clogged drain, and I don't.
Thank you very much.

The dock and boathouse, built by my father in the 1970s, worried me.  The creek was over the top of the dock and well up the side of the boathouse for at least five days straight.  Whenever I went out to check on things, especially at high tide, I shook my head as I watched the weakened dock boards go up and down like piano keys with every wave that hit.

There are four dock boards here poking their heads above water.
They're supposed to be attached to the dock, not coming up for air.

(Let's not talk about the paint job the boathouse needs. Thank you.)

This was the first time I ever wondered if the boathouse would finally just surrender and say, "Ya know what?  I've been here a long time.  I'm old.  I'm tired.  I've put up with a lot of stuff, I've done my job.  I deserve to be retired, sipping a margarita poolside in Florida.  Why, exactly, am I still here on Queens Creek putting up with heavy, sustained northeasterly winds and water up to my waist?"

I didn't have an answer.  I couldn't muster a reason at all.  As a matter of fact, why wasn't *I* sipping a margarita poolside in Florida?  Why was *I* still here putting up with the same stuff day after day? Storm after storm?

Miraculously, we both stayed put.

Although the boathouse and I survived with nothing more than an attitude, the dock clearly showed signs of a potential move to Florida surrender.

Luckily, this was the worst of it for us.

Mathews schools let out early on Friday and were closed Monday and Tuesday.

Wednesday there was an hour delay to allow the tide to come in and out.

And the sun came back out again.

The storm always passes.  

And life goes on.


p.s. I'm not blogging as much for a variety of reasons, not the least of which is Daughter is using my laptop for homework since hers kicked the bucket of late.  Other reasons include driving 400 miles a week to work, work itself, other people asking me to take on more work, very little spare time, nor'easters, surviving as a single parent, surviving another senior year of high school and college applications, remembering to order senior pictures, enduring a nagging toothache that is causing a nagging headache 24 hours a day and my refusal to go to a dentist, Daughter's car needing work, Son needing money, a dog that needs a bath, a cat that needs flea medicine, the stink bug population, ants on my counter, a leaking kitchen sink, a dripping kitchen faucet, and a case of severe exhaustion.  Oh, and I'm training for a half marathon.