A Day in the life....  

Sunday
Sep092012

Utah Rocks

Before we went to Zion, TOG and I spent a day in Bryce Canyon. This was actually the park I was the most excited about seeing! Bryce is famous for its beautiful red hues and its HooDoo formations. The canyon was actually better than I hoped! .

Although we didn't have time to visit Arches National Park, Bryce had more than one natural arch for us to enjoy!

Ironically, Bryce is actually quite small for a national park. It packs a wallop though, in having such depth and beauty in such an accessible space. It's also unique in that you enter at the top of the park with elevation at 8,000-9,000 feet, with the option of hiking down into the canyon.

There's a wonderful rim trail around the canyon, offering a range of scenic views. I could probably have have spent days there and shot picture after picture. The colors and shadows were really stunning and continued to give throughout the day as the sun moved across the sky.

The shapes and shadows seemed endless and fascinating...

And there were unexpected treasures around every corner...

It's difficult to pick just a few shots to showcase the hours we spent enjoying the park.

If you have a chance to visit southern Utah, Bryce Canyon National Park is worth a day trip.

Smaller in scale than Zion or the Grand Canyon, but every bit as rich in color and depth!

Stay tuned, there's more to come...

AG out

Sunday
Aug262012

Road Trip 2012

There we were...working hard... working some more... and working even more. Then one day, TOG and I lifted our heads from our work, looked at each other and said "we haven't been on a road trip in a while." And so began a plethora of research, mileage planning, route investigation, reservations, re-routing, cancellation of reservations... all topped off with a dab of last minute acquisition of oxygen and a tad bit of packing.

And then the adventure began...

I won't be telling it in order, because I haven't edited the pictures in order... and there's a lot of pictures.

Today's shots are from Zion. We stayed near Zion National Park in Utah, using it as a base to visit other parks and states. As we left Zion, we had to drive through it one last time to head toward Nevada.

The rock formations in upper Zion are just amazing. This is checkerboard mesa.

Not only are the criss-cross lines amazing, but the colors are fantastic. One of the things that most charmed us in Utah were the colors!

You expect the desert to be muted and earth toned, but the trees, rocks and sky combine to be oh so vivid. After a few days in the desert, TOG and I were also looking a little vivid, even with 50 SPF!

We saw this huge "wave" of rock the day before and we stopped to try to capture it, not just the beauty, but the magnitude. Here's TOG trying to convey the size!

But I think this shot tells a better story. Can you make out the two people behind him?

We became really accomplished at placing one of the cameras on top of the car and setting the timer! This is still in Utah. It was about 95 degrees out. I remember how pleasant and warm the sun felt, how easy it was to breathe and how far we had to travel that day!

More to come!

AG out!

Saturday
Jul212012

The Gift of Blarney

 

When we were leaving Killarney in Ireland, TOG suggested we stop at Blarney Castle to kiss the Blarney Stone. It sounded like a wonderful side trip and we didn't have to be back in Dublin until late that afternoon. We saw some beautiful countryside along the way. Of course, Ireland is reknowed for it's beauty!

Blarney Castle is awe inspiring. I love the lookout tower next to it. There is still enough of the outer walls of the castle for you to imagine what it looked like hundreds of years ago.

Even though much of the interior is a ruin, it still lends itself to all sorts of whimical thoughts. When you look up and see where the wooden floors would have been and see the granduer of the carved doorways, it just tweaks your imagination... thinking of all those lives that inhabited these walls... the everyday events, the epic occasions... I think it helped that they had a fabulous harpist playing while we waited our turn for the stairs in the corner.

There are no pictures of TOG and I actually kissing the Blarney Stone atop the castle ruin, but it was a fun experience. They had a lovely older man with a thick Irish brogue who helps you lay on your back and lean over to grab the hand holds so you can kiss the stone. I think he said something like "lets see how this lovely kisses in the afternoon" as I was getting in position to lean backwards. But all I could think was how many people had kissed that stone before me and I puckered tightly to make the smallest amount of contact possible!

Where once upon a time the kissing of the Blarney Stone was a symbol of loyalty, somehow, the practice has evolved. Many believe it was supposed to give you the gift of gab. But during our visit, it was explained that the kissing of the stone actually transfers the gift of elequence to the kisser.

A year later, I'm rethinking my approach to the stone. I shouldn't have puckered so tightly. Had I made a little more contact, perhaps I would be a bit more elequent in my daily life.

Maybe the gift at Blarney Castle isn't just elequence, maybe the gift is the reminder to kiss wholeheartedly when the opportunity presents itself.

AG out!

Wednesday
Jul112012

A World Away

I told The Old Goat this morning that I definitely need some time off.

I don't need to go all the way back to Ireland... although I wouldn't mind!

I just need a few days where I don't have to think about networks, grants, inhalers, domains, laptops, deadlines, intranet, sinuses, routers, netbooks, check lists, proposals, mice, reports....

I really don't even want to think about things like making dinner.

I'd like to think about things like what time my massage appointment is, or whether my rum punch has enough fresh ground nutmeg on it or how sweet my morning berries are.

It occurs to me that just longing for a vacation may be almost a theraputic as going on one...

If that's the case, what are you longing for?

AG out!

Tuesday
Jul032012

The Cliffs of Insanity

It's actually the cliffs of Mohr off the coast of Ireland. But my life feels like insanity sometimes.

Posting has become more of the exception than the rule but I have had little time, or so it seems.

I have raised almost $800,000 for my non profit since December... this in spite of being sick as three dogs in January and spending more time than I wanted in the hospital and doctor's office.

I've implemented 5 new funding streams in last 6 months that may make that total significantly more... time will tell. Secretly, I'm very hopeful.

My non profit has merged with another and we are the surviving agency. My tech work has grown overnight, as has the demand for laptops and software. 

Much as I oversaw the upgrade and implementation of our main server and 40 work stations and laptops last year, this summer I will be bringing 3 additional servers online for data bases and satellite locations. Ultimately, my users will be well taken care of!

I'll be bringing one more server online this fall, in my spare time. Sshhh... don't tell.

My meds were overhauled in January and they're being looked at again. I've been adding supplements to my medication regime, but it looks as though my asthma has plateaued. It's just not improving to the level it was even two years ago. This, of course, will never do. I'm just not sure what I'm going to do about it.

In the midst of it all, my raspberries are running amuck, we just had one of our wettest springs on record, the Brute Squad continues to terrorize the squirrel population, we rebuilt our bbq grill, and TOG, K3 and I continue to rattle around the house and amuse ourselves. K2 is completing her next degree in nursing. K1 is riding herd on Ben and Baby Alice and waiting to see if their offer on a short sale is going to be accepted.

Sometimes I think about the Inked for Autism project and getting a tattoo to honor Ben and K3. Sometimes I think about not coloring my hair anymore. But thats a few months out as I'm still growing my hair out to donate on Lauren's behalf.

Overall though, this is a turning point of sorts. The beginning of the second half of the year. Football! I'm excited since we kept our season tickets. I'm mostly worried that my lungs might not be up for the season unless things really pick up this summer.

I also have an addiction to diet ginger ale. It makes my tummy happy.

What's new in your world? Tell me, do!

Wednesday
Jun132012

Dropping By...

Wishing you all a lovely morning! Hoping there's a wonderful glow in your life!

So much to catch up on and will post again soon!

AG out!

Thursday
May172012

The Autism Effect

 

I had a lovely conversation with my daughter K1 yesterday. As mothers of autistic children, our conversations often veer into the topic of raising a child with autism.

Now that my beloved K3 is an adult, my responsibilities as an autism mama have shifted and morphed to adult issues. For K1, her tasks are just beginning. Not only dealing with regular toddler issues, but getting little Ben through his therapies, working on his communication and worrying about how to get him ready for school at some level.

As if all that wasn't enough, one of the biggest tasks the mother of an autistic child faces is education. Not just educating herself, which must be done at breakneck speed so that she can learn to advocate for her child, but educating family and friends. The education of people in her life is crucial in two ways. Number one, the entire family needs a support system, people they can talk to that will listen, accept and help them process what is happening. Number two, the attitudes of family and friends will play a crucial role in the years to come, helping the child feel comfortable at family gatherings and other social situations.

I was very fortunate to have my Dad, who when told of K3's diagnosis, was immediately on board with "Okay, what does she need? What do you need? How do I help?" To this day, no matter where he is, he calls K3 at least 3 times per week. While he's always teased her, as he does with his other grandchildren, he also talks to her in basic terms about what she's doing and what her interests are. For all of her 21 years, he remains a strong presence in her life.

K1 is fortunate in that her family immediately knew what she was facing and accepted Ben for who is, whatever he'll be capable of doing. Even though Ben and K3 are different in how autism affects them, K1 was raised with K3 and has an insider's view of what some of Ben's challenges may be. K1's in laws are still coming to terms with the diagnosis. Sadly, it is possible some of them may never completely accept an autism diagnosis.

To illustrate how autism affects toddlers, here's a few examples of Ben and K3 around the age of three:

  • Neither Ben nor K3 could tell you their names.
  • Neither could follow a series of instructions or even a conversation.
  • Neither could tell you what they wanted or needed.
  • Neither of them had ever uttered the word "Mama"
  • If over stimulated, both would cover their ears and begin rocking
  • Both struggled with unexpected change
  • Both like watching animals on TV
  • Both were late potty trainers
  • Both have meltdowns during therapy, it's that uncomfortable
  • Neither can tolerate discipline. Even a stern tone can break their heart because they don't understand what you're saying. It's like their main link to this confusing world has just rejected them.

As for differences, K3, was fairly placid, never reached for toys or food, but craved visual stimulation to keep her world moving. She had sensory issues that precluded things like holding crayons, touching food, or enjoying a rocking motion. She was also terrified of bugs.

For Ben, he has more of a balancing act because he self stimulates via dancing, twirling and toe walking, yet he experiences over stimulation with a sense of panic or withdrawl. He may have a meltdown if he doesn't understand what is happening around him and he can't yet verbalize what he wants.

I tell you all this because K1 and I feel it's important for more people to understand autism as the rate of diagnosis rises. That toddler throwing a fit in the grocery store? It may not be a discipline issue, it may be a meltdown from over stimulation that Mom can't fix in the cereal aisle. The screaming child in the park? They may be overcome by sheer terror at the sight of flying insects. That child that can't look at you or respond when you talk to them in Target? They may be more than shy, they may be non verbal. That mother that looks like she wants to cry? She probably does...

I told K1 yesterday that I think it takes some very special attributes to be an autism mama. Not that I had those skills or attributes when I had K3, but I sure as heck developed them. And while I didn't have the internet to help me figure things out, thankfully, I had the amazing therapists at Children's Hospital to guide me. I see K1 developing those same skills and attributes, the patience you didn't know you had, the compassion for your child's struggles and the practicality needed to get through each day with sanity intact. The ability to say screw the laundry, dinner and dishes if you child needs to be held for few hours. I know that's a sign for good things to come for Ben. She's well on her way to being an excellent advocate for little Benny. He's going to need her skills as he faces the challenges of noisy classrooms full of strangers in the years to come.

The one thing we barely touched on yesterday, was the autism dad. It's a difficult role since in the early days they're often at work and rarely see the therapies and other daily challenges mom and child face. Still, the partnership between mom and dad can be a huge asset, both for each other and the autistic child. Speaking only for myself, after the initial shock of diagnosis, TOG and I were solid in all the planning phases for K3. We always knew what we wanted at IEPs, we never wavered publicly (although privately, in the evening we often discussed how to help her and what to ask for) and we provided a sanctuary for K3 when she came home from school stressed out and utterly silent. At times she preferred one or the other of us, but that just means that it took both of us to meet her needs. I think that's what K1 and her hubby are finding as well.

As much as I never expected to have a child with autism, I also never anticipated have a grandchild with autism. But I wouldn't change a thing. I'm going to enjoy learning about Benny just as I enjoyed my little K3. Seeing the world through their eyes is a precious learning experience.

AG out.

Saturday
May122012

Catching the moon

I was really lucky to wake up the other night and catch the supermoon from my backyard. The Brute Squad thought it was pretty odd to see me in my pyjamas, tiptoeing around the back yard in the middle of the night with my camera. They were happy to escort me throught the too-tall-grass over to the fence which I used as an impromptu tripod.

Catching a shot of the moon had been a goal I'd set, but one I didn't think I'd achieve. The insomnia has been pretty bad lately and I'm falling asleep earlier than ever. But I've found that being more determined has helped me to achieve some goals I've been putting off.

I've been very focused on losing some of my steroid weight. Back in January the doctor assured me that losing some weight would help my asthma. So this week I tried bike riding again. I've got a ways to go. All was well the first couple days, and then the lungs pitched a fit. So, I'm waiting til they settle and then we'll start in again!

I'm determined to catch the moon in more ways than one!

Wishing all the moms out there a wonderful mothers day!

AG out!

Monday
May072012

Spring... at last

Spring has sprung in the Northwest. TOG's flowers are in full bloom and the weather is starting to warm up. I love Spring, even more than Summer or Fall. Everything in my yard is coming to life. My raspberries are loaded with blooms and I'm craving asparagus and other spring foods.

The dogs are enjoying the sun streaming in through the windows and even starting to spend more time outside. The fridgid dash between the raindrops to do their business in the winter are becoming a memory and there are tons of morning smells that must be explored and lingered over while the spring birds sing of nests and um, bugs...

My camera and I have been spending more time outside, enjoying the changes . TOG's daffodils put on a show with these beautiful double blooms with yellow streaks. Worth crawling around in the grass to get a shot.

Worth sitting at the pier and watching the sun set...

Happy Spring!

AG

Saturday
Apr212012

Hair Brained

 

As I was sitting here sipping coffee and planning my day one of those silly hair commercials caught my attention. One of those where the model is swinging her hair back and forth... and the stylist has rubbed it down with a combination of mink oil and petroleum jelly... and the camera crew has two lamps with about 55,000 lumens each pointed at her head to show how shiny the hair is. I know the goal is for me to say to myself "My hair could look like that if only I used Acme All-Natural Wasp Butter Almond paste organic tofu herbal shampoo. Alas..."

What it really makes me think is that most women would buy pretty much any product that promised to make their hair look better. This thought process starts when we're quite young...

I remember when I was about 5, my mother got the idea that I could look like Shirley Temple or Veronica Lake. She permed my hair, and every weekend I got shampooed and had to sit on the floor in front of her while she set my hair. It was so tedious and boring I used to pop my big toes back and forth out of joint to keep from slipping into a coma. And no one was fooled by the big giant scarf she tied over my roller set when she sent me out to play. There was full on mocking. None of the other girl's moms did that... probably because they knew that after a few hours playing outside in a roller set, their kid's hair would be a disaster. Eventually, my mom gave in. The perm and the roller set didn't keep my hair in place while I was tearing around the wilderness of Alaska.

When I was in elementary school, my hair style consisted of braids... braids that started out so tight that my eyes were practically pulled back to my scalp line (unless my dad did them in which case they fell out on the bus on the way to school). By the end of the day, my braids were lopsided, fuzzy and looked like the tail of a cat that had been pulled through stickerbushes backwards. I used to look at the junior high girls getting on the bus with their tidy bobbed hair and barrettes and wonder what magical thing was going to happen to me at the end of 6th grade that was going to make my hair look that good... all day.

Fast forward.... for um...many years. I don't wonder anymore. Nothing magical happened at the end of 6th grade. No ceremony, no mystical spell, no 'hair raising' revelation. However, I did start carrying a purse (made out of an old pair of jeans thankyouverymuch), with a comb and tending to my hair throughout the day. By that time, the bob was gone and I, like most girls could manage long straight hair. And the beauty industry responded by creating a product called Long and Silky!

Today I sit here with, you guessed... long straight hair. I've done the uber fashionable inverted bob, dyed it a variety of colors, highlighted it, cut it so short they shaved my neck, bleached it, permed it, layered it, grown out bangs, teased it to high heavens and sprayed it til it didn't move.

I've also grown it out and donated it to Locks of Love 3 times. Definitely the best work my hair has ever done. I sometimes think of my hair out there covering some little girls head so she doesn't get mocked.

I guess being hair brained goes full circle!

AG out!