It’s Not A Holiday Until Someone Becomes {slightly} Injured

We had a small, but lovely Thanksgiving. Linds flew to GA on Wednesday and we enjoyed quality time together. Before she had arrived she did some trail research; our neighborhood has a plethora of trails; primitive, paved, easy, moderate, strenuous.

Fifteen minutes after we arrived at the house, Linds: Mama, can we go on a short hike? I found one that looks good and it will be easy; maybe forty five minutes.

I checked my watch and realized I had NOTHING planned, so off we went.

I’ve not been proficient at finding the starting points of trails other than the one that I drive by every time we come or go from the house. The one she found was further away, surely I could find it.

Since this was to be a short hike, we decided to bring Lillie. We hopped in the car and headed to where we thought the starting point was for this particular hike with the end destination being a smallish waterfall.

It took us about 40 minutes to realize, that we started too far away.

Living and learning.

It was chilly and a bit overcast, but not terrible weather, even for a couple of Florida girls.

We walked. And walked. And walked. We realized we really didn’t know what we were doing when we started this hike. The “falls” that we were in search of, were alluding us. But, an hour and half INTO our walk, finally we saw signs for the falls. Of course, we passed a PARKING LOT very near where the falls* were located.

*sigh*

It was pretty funny actually, and we were giggling at our not knowing what the heck we were doing. {I had no actual fears of being lost, we were in the ‘hood, with directional signs and cell service}

We found several sweet spots for a rest if we cared to. Linds took a breather here and I snapped a photo. Isn’t she a doll?

Lillie. Oh, Lillie LOVED walking and forged ahead of us the entire time, never slowing down. So, as I was snapping a pic of my adorable daughter with my cell phone, Lillie decided she was tired of standing around and took off, while I was holding her leash with one hand, my cell phone with the other. Picture me trying to step OVER tree roots, wet leaves, a little mud and keep up with my little doggie.

I lost my footing and did a, well, it was quite a spectacular maneuver. Have you ever made a Three Point Turn in your car?

I completed a Three Point Fall.

Knee.

{laughter}

Hand.

{laughter}

Hip.

{laughter}

It was hilarious. My cellphone survived. My parts survived. I could not stop laughing. Linds could not stop laughing once she realized I was ok.

Honestly, I wish there had been video evidence of my not.so.graceful.triple.axel.crash onto the wet earth, just so I can see if it looked as crazy as it felt.

About 10 minutes later we found the Falls*.

We were having such a good time, we thought about going further, but by this point we only had an hour and a half until sunset and it took us that long to make it this far.

On our way back, my daughter Grace managed to roll not one, but both ankles about 15 minutes apart. The second one, had there not been a tree for her to grab onto, might have seen her careening down a steep decline that wound’t have been pretty. Not sure that Lillie and I could have carried her back.

Two and a half hours.

Five miles.

Not such a quick jaunt in the woods.

Oh, and when we were back at the house, Linds was looking at trail/waterfall photos online and realized that what we THOUGHT was the fall that we found, indeed was NOT the fall that we were looking for.

We need a re-do.

So, that was our first adventure over Thanksgiving.

There is another FALL that happened and it was a bit more severe. And it was caught on video. Should I share? Does it amuse you to see your friends fall?

I’ve be a busy bee and hoping to catch up with you all soon.

XOXO

From The Bottom Of My Heart And Living With Busey

Thank you all so much for your kindness. Your comments mean more to me than you can imagine.

Callie warming her old bones by the fire.

I have a funny story to tell you.

Back in the day, I always cut the Coach’s hair; like from the time we met in 1985 until 2015. The only reason I stopped cutting his hair in 2015 is because I spent a lot of time in Georgia taking care of my Mom when she was sick. Luckily, he found a great barber and we both loved how Barber Dave cut his hair; I declared he should stick with Dave. I retired my shears.

A few weeks ago, before we left for GA the coach was super busy and didn’t get over to see Barber Dave. We figured he’d find a barber in GA before Thanksgiving. Then when I mentioned how long his hair was getting, he confessed that he was afraid to find a new barber because the few times he had to use someone other than Dave it wasn’t a good outcome.

Therefore his hair was just was growing. And growing.

He and I were running errands the other day and stopped at a place to have some lunch. The Coach sat down at the table and removed his ball cap. (his mother taught him well)

Me with a sour face: You look like Gary Busey.

This Is How Gary Busey Lost All Of His Money
Pic borrowed from here

My sometimes clueless husband said: Thank you.

Me: That is NOT a compliment.

We decided then and there to stop at a store after lunch and purchase some hair sheers so I could take care of Gary’s hair.

On the drive to the store he asked: Would you ever sleep with Gary Busey?

Me: Oh, I already have, so yeah.

Coach: Really?

Me: yeah, we were both really tipsy one night and it just happened.

He shook his head and giggled.

Wishing you all a lovely Thanksgiving!

I’m thankful for you. And Gary. And barbers.

XOXO

Trying to Bee Thankful & Cheerful, Let’s Bee Walkers And Not Fallers, Plus Fall!

My last post. *sigh* Still feeling forlorn. I wrote it when I was more angry than sad, if that makes any sense. Knowing and loving someone before they’re born, you feel it in your core. I’m beside myself.


The Coach and I traveled to GA with our two favorite four legged misfits.

I accidentally tried to kill Callie with a long walk the other day. It was only 25 minutes, but man, the HILLS. She was stumbling and falling; her back legs were giving out and her front legs were also quitting on her on our way back home. I would have called the Coach to come pick us up, but he left to run an errand. I apologized to her 27 times and said ‘we’re almost home’ about 36 times on our way back. Once home, she proceeded to sleep for 2 hours straight and I vowed to never take her that far again. As youthful as she might appear, 14 for a big dog means she’s a bonafide senior citizen.

Guess what is still hanging! Our version of the Hanging Chad; that stubborn, stubborn broken branch.

We were about a week too late for peak fall color, but it’s still lovely.

Where there’s a will, there’s a way.

I never had a short dog until Lillie. Even though Callie’s bowl is tall, she manages to get her head in there to see if her elderly friend missed a kibble or two.

The weather has been mostly pleasant, but cold because you know, it’s WINTER. Which is different than our typical Florida weather.

I’m a fan of enjoying my cup of coffee as close to the fire in the morning as possible, well, that is unless *someone* brings it to me in bed which is my most favorite thing ever. I really think we need a screen of some sort though. {it’s gas and those are fake logs, but not as annoying as the old fake doors}

A few days after we found out about losing Kelly, Linds asked me how I was feeling. Me: Still sad. But she pointed out that at least since I was in the mountains, it was a good place to be sad.

She’s correct.

Speaking of Linds, she had her phone swiped while out with two of her girlfriends last weekend. She felt horrible and kind of dumb for letting it happen, but it turns out that three people had their phone swiped from the same location. How crappy is that?The good news is that she survived without a communication device for four days. For a Millennial, I think that’s the equivalent to Tom Hanks in Castaway. Right?

I hope all my friends who read this are doing well; thank you for your good thoughts.

XOXO