Sunday, May 31, 2009

Beach Memories


At an early age, the ocean was in-grained into my soul. My mother would load up the family car and take her children to the Oregon beaches. There would be a sense of excitement when we could roll down the window of the car and actually hear the ocean’s roar. But the site of the ocean was always the most thrilling moment of that drive. We’d all claim that we were the first to see the ocean thus winning some unmentioned game that ended our hour and a half road trip.

My Mother would rent a motel room with a "kitchenette" and an indoor, heated swimming pool. The beach then became our play ground. We often heard Mother’s strict instructions and followed them with the same strict obedience Mother would say, “Do not go too far out into the ocean; it will suck you out to sea with its strong undertow!” She even told us, "If we dug our holes in the sand too deep, we’d end up in China." I positively know that we never dug that deep nor did any of us ever get sucked out into the ocean currents. What did a Mother from Utah really know about the ocean? She actually knew a lot and taught us the names of the ocean creatures, the history of the Tillamook burn (from three separate fires in 1933, 1939 and then again in 1945) and the most important thing was how to enjoy the beautiful beaches God created along Oregon’s coastline.
We’d get up at the crack of dawn hoping for low tide and the chance to be the first ones on the newly washed shore. We’d scavenge the sand looking for sea shells; with any luck, we’d find whole sand dollars! I still am obsessed with the desire to collect sea shells, every beach I go to, I look and look, hoping to find an unusual shell. . . . . Last week I had that chance. Andrea and I met in Tampa, Florida to explore a few beaches. The first beach was St. Pete's Beach, next was Ft. Myers Beach and then Sanibel Island (known for their seashells). It's hard to imagine piles of seashells on a beach, but the right beach actually had so many seashells that when the waves came in; the water would move the shells and you'd hear the rustling of seashells. I wouldn't of believed a place like this actually existed! The ocean water was so warm and clear on these beaches. I am so grateful for the beautiful world that God created for us.
I absolutely love everything about the beach! I love walking barefoot in the sand. Even as an adult, I love to build sandcastles; I learned how to drizzle details onto my sandcastles by using the right consistency of sand mixed with ocean water (I think Carol taught us this technique). I wanted to laugh when a lady asked me how we made the sand look like icing? Here's the sandcastle Andrea and I worked on our last full day at Ft. Myers Beach. I've decided that creating sandcastles is a good way to met people. We had comments from tourists from Switzerland, Germany, Ohio, Minnesota...It's a great way to unwind. I like to think of it as "sand therapy".

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Mike's San Francisco trip


Last Thursday, Mike flew to San Francisco to meet his friend, Steve Grant and enjoy a few Giants games. He and Steve rented bikes and rode across the Golden Gate Bridge. SF seems to rejuvenate Mike's spirit. There must be something about the bay area that he needs in his system. My only request was that he couldn't come back to Utah without fresh sour dough french bread. YUM!
I stayed home and Mike also brought home tickets for "Wicked" so, to celebrate our anniversary(the end of August), we'll be going to SF. On Saturday, I ran in a charity race along the Jordan Parkway, it was a fun run...plus I came in 1st for my age group and improved my 5k time.

Friday, May 8, 2009

Wrongfully Accused


Peggy Candrian loved the "PC" on the mountain in Park City. We decided that she needed a picture of her with her initials. So being the photographer that I am, I drove down a residential street trying to get closer to the mountain so she would have a good shot of her with her initials. While taking the photograph, a guy in a red truck pulled up a little ways from us and stayed while we took our three photos. We left the neighborhood and drove down the highway looking for the street to go to the Olympic Museum. anyway the red truck kept following us. This is making me a little worried...maybe he's an undercover police officer and I better make sure I'm going the speed limit. Okay, occasionally I don't ...but I'm usually pretty good at obeying the traffic laws. I turned into a street that I thought would take us to the museum, oops, it was one street too soon plus there was a sign that said, "private property, do not enter." Being the good citizen that I am, I turned around, got back onto the highway and right then, red lights start blaring...obviously, unknown to me, I messed up somehow...but I couldn't figure out what I had done.

Not only does one police car pull me over but pretty soon I have a police car in front of me and two behind me. Then there are policeman surrounding my car. Okay, really what did I do?

The police officer at my window asked me what I was doing in the neighborhood? I'm nervous and start talking really fast explaining how my husbands cousins are visiting us from California and Peggy wanted her picture taken with the "PC". I start to introduce everyone in the car to the police officer and then as proof, I whip out the camera and show him my photos. What did I do wrong, I asked him, talking a mile a minute...he asks for my license which I pull right out....takes it back to his car. When he comes back he asked me if I ran a red light. No, I tell him, I've been going the speed limit and trying to obey all the laws. Well, the guy in the red truck had called us into the Park City poise saying we were driving suspiciously and ran a red light and he is just sure that we are the ones who broke into his two homes in that neighborhood a few days ago. (My car is a little Acura, not a lot of trunk space...wouldn't a robber had a bigger car so they could actually steal more things? Besides, we were three harmless women with a little white dog).

I'm sure by the time the police officer got done with us, he was laughing all the way to his car. Oh, James or Jill, if you read this, would you check this story out? I want to let the Park City police force know the guy in the red truck was harassing us for no reason.

I was so embarrassed...imagine, me a robber?

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

The Blessing of Family & Friends

Family & Friends really can be a blessing when...they are thoughtful and talented.

I came home from jogging last week and a friend was planting my planter box for me. Isn't it beautiful? I was so delighted and surprised!

My oldest brother, Lester, came into town and I hired him to build a shower in our basement. After 23 years in this house, we finally have a shower. YEA! I still need to get a glass person to make the shower door but doesn't it look great? Wait, look at the pretty border....
On Friday, Mike's cousins, Barbara & Peggy (and Bruno too) came from Eureka, California for a short visit. We loved having them...they were so much fun. We had a little Candrian Cousin party Friday night. (Thank you to all who came.) Barbara went on evening walks with me and brought a copy of a letter from her Father that took the Candrian line back one more generation. Mike enjoyed reminiscing and watching old home movies while it was my chance to just get to know them better.