Life at the Post

I took a beautiful photo of Josette sitting on the gate post in the blue-ish early morning light. I am totally in love with sweet, beautiful Josette. I am delighted at how she joins me each time I go out to care for the poultry. In the summer I use a hose to fill the water buckets and the ducks’ pool, but in the colder months I put the hose away and I fill buckets with water from the faucet outside the house and lug them to where they need to go. Josette follows me back and forth between the faucet and the coop while I fill, carry, and empty the water buckets, and then she meanders around the pen when I go into the coop to let the birds out and fill their water and food bowls. It’s nice having a companion.

Last weekend EJ and I bought a mineral salt block for the deer. I positioned it in various places in the front yard before finally deciding to place it on an overturned tub just below the living room window a few feet from the bird feeders. I didn’t want the mineral salt block anywhere that the salt could kill off plants, but I don’t mind if it kills any weeds that grow in the stones near the house.

Miss Madeline Meadows and the turkeys

Our sweet serial killer cat, Miss Madeline Meadows enjoys lurking near the base of the bird feeder post. Today I actually saw her climbing the post. Obviously, my Madeline-proof fencing isn’t working as well as I hoped. It didn’t help that the deer crushed the fence near the post. Still….I haven’t found any dead birds since I put up the fencing. When Madeline is not sitting at the base of the post, she has been enjoying sitting on the mineral salt block.

Madeline was sitting on her mineral salt block throne this morning when a large flock of turkeys came around the corner of the house. JJ and I watched with fascination to see what would happen next. Madeline sat on her block for quite some time while the turkeys huddled at the corner of the house. Finally Madeline sneaked off under the deck and the turkeys moved on.  I’m sure their original goal was to eat the seed that had fallen from the bird feeders, but instead that calmly marched across the yard and into the forest.

Kee-Kee watching the deer

An hour or so later, a deer visited the feeder. She was easily spooked by movement or noise and ran off several times before returning. She ran off when Kee-Kee jumped onto the window sill to watch her, but soon returned. However, when Timmy make a loud noise by knocking something off the end table next to me, she ran off and didn’t return. The deer often come to the house when it’s dark outside. In the mornings I always find the feeders empty so I know they’ve been there.

Of course, the wild birds also visit the feeders. They were very busy feasting today when they weren’t scared off by the cat, squirrels, turkeys, and deer. I saw a couple birds that I haven’t seen at my feeders before. I believe they are house finches, but I will double-check.

I love living in our Enchanted Forest. There is always so much to enjoy. It’s a very magical place to live.

Early this afternoon I sledded down the driveway to the mailbox. We’ve had a couple of inches of snow so while the sledding was very good, I didn’t go as scary fast as yesterday. I sledded down the driveway twice yesterday. The second time I veered off the driveway before the curve and traveled over a grassy hill and back onto the driveway. The grass didn’t even slow me down much.  Yeah, it was like pod-racing. I feel very blessed to have such a tremendous private sledding hill.

The Magic Box is at the right. This photo was taken in early October.

I got a package in the mail from my friend in Texas. It was small enough that it fit in the mailbox so I didn’t have to wait to retrieve it from the post office. UPS and FedEx are putting packages in our magic box at the bottom of the driveway. It’s really fun opening the box and finding a package magically inside. However, the post office doesn’t even try to enter our driveway. They just make me go to the post office to retrieve it, which is difficult because I seldom have access to a vehicle during the week with EJ and JJ at work and/or school.

I loved my gift from my friend. Her husband made an awesome pen especially for me in my favorite color. He started with just a block of plastic. I’m not sure how he did it. He is going to be selling these pens at their Etsy store when they get it set up. I also received some shells and coral that my friend had found on the shore of the Gulf of Mexico during their beach-combing adventures. We marveled at the intricate beauty of their design. Finally, I received an adorable little figurine of a black kitten with a butterfly on it’s nose. I told my friend that I will treasure these gifts like a dragon treasures his hoard of gold and jewels.

I took this photo in 2015–the day we began our Christmas Day tradition.

Today we bought tickets to the Star Wars movie. When we moved to Northern Michigan, we started a tradition of watching the latest Star Wars movie on Christmas Day. We go to a cute historic theater located on the shore of Grand Traverse Bay. Last Christmas the theater gave everyone free bags of popcorn. The theater has large scale murals showcasing the beautiful Lake Michigan shores on which it sits. They were designed and painted by award-winning local artists. I just read that the murals have several “easter eggs” relating to classic films and local history hidden within the murals. We will have to see if we can find them.

This afternoon JJ is meeting his new girlfriend’s family. He and the girl attended a college class together, but only just started becoming friendship at the end of the semester. They’ve talked for hours on the phone and JJ said they have a lot in common. She came to our house for JJ’s sledding party, but they haven’t actually gone on a private date yet. Her Mom wanted to make sure JJ was a decent guy–and in fact, the girl’s friend came with her to the sledding party to make sure she wasn’t alone. To help reassure the Mom, JJ offered to spend this afternoon at her house so they could meet him. JJ became rather nervous when the girl told him that her parents, brother, several friends were all going to be there to meet him. Her brother threatened to give him a hard time. Ha, ha.

I’m excited because tonight EJ will be off work until after the new year. I love having him home with me. We plan to go to Meijers when he gets home from work. He wants to get nuts and oranges and stuff like that.

I can’t seem to resist the urge to look for adoptable dogs even though I tell myself it’s too soon. I commented on a local animal shelter post at Facebook, asking if they had any medium- to large-sized dogs available for adoption.  It’s the same shelter where we got Madeline. They gave me a personal invitation to visit their shelter tomorrow. I am so screwed. I’m not doing very well at resisting temptation. It might be a Jedi mind trick.

 

Pet Craving

Yesterday a group of JJ’s friends came over to go sledding on our driveway. There were five adults and two kids. JJ said that there would have been more but some of his friends couldn’t make it. They seemed like nice young people. I’m very glad that JJ is making some good friends here. The kids in the town we used to live in didn’t have the same interests as JJ and some of them were quite mean to him so he never really felt that he fit in. He’s really finding his place here in Northern Michigan though.

One of the friends who came sledding is a young woman who JJ is just beginning to date. She seems really nice: She has a good sense of humor, she loves Doctor Who, she loves chickens and ducks, she loves to learn. What’s not to like about her?

JJ had warned his friends that our driveway was steep so they all parked their cars at the bottom rather than attempt to make it up to the house. Still, one girl pulled into the snow and got her vehicle stuck–but fortunately the others were able to get her out. They all had fun sledding down the driveway. We had warmer temperatures for a couple of days, and then the temperature cooled a bit, so the driveway was very slick.

Early this afternoon I told JJ that I was going down to the mailbox for our mail. He decided to come along with me. I was going to walk down, but JJ insisted we sled down. I was all for it. I hadn’t gone sledding yet this year because the sleds were stored in the rafters of the garage and I just hadn’t gotten around to getting them down. But, of course, JJ got them down for his sledding party. He and I sledded down and the driveway was so icy that we went very, very fast–scary fast. I screamed all the way down and was sure I was going to die. It was awesome. I told JJ that it was like pod-racing.

We prefer to celebrate Hanukkah because it has such deep meaning for us. Hanukkah is about not letting the darkness of the world overcome our light and believers in Jesus (Yeshua in Hebrew) can celebrate Him as the Light of the World. After several years of our younger cats climbing the Christmas tree, bending it out of shape, knocking off the decorations, and killing the lights, we finally threw it out and didn’t replace it. We are content with the beautiful lights of the menorah shining in the dark.

We hadn’t really exchanged gifts since JJ was diagnosed with cancer in October 2013. Instead, we started a new tradition of going to see the latest Star Wars movie in the theater on Christmas day. But this year JJ asked if we could exchange gifts–and we thought, hey, why not, it’s fun getting a gift now and then. We kept the cost low so it wasn’t a financial burden for any of us and there was no hectic shopping.  We called it our Hanukkahmas gift because we weren’t sure if it was a Hanukkah or Christmas gift. Each of us gave the other two a gift so we all got two gifts. JJ asked if we could open the gifts tonight, and we didn’t have a problem with it. It’s not like we are little kids.

EJ gave JJ a pair of nice gloves and mittens which he’s been wanting. Since he had cancer, his hands get very cold. I got JJ a key finder because he’s always misplacing his keys, phone, wallet. The key finder has four tags that he can attach on four items.  The tags will beep when he presses a button on a remote so he can find them. (If he doesn’t misplace the remote….) EJ got me an electric kettle so we can have hot water for tea or cocoa without using the stove. JJ gave me an Amazon gift card, which I immediately spent–on the second and third Hobbit movies and a Michigan Rocks & Minerals book so we can learn to identify the treasures we find while out rockhounding. I love Amazon gift cards because I get the fun of choosing what to buy, then the anticipation of waiting for it to be delivered, and then the enjoyment of using the item. I bought EJ a set of books he’s been wanting. JJ got his Dad a Jayne hat from one of our favorite TV series called Firefly. EJ has wanted one for a long time and when he learned that JJ had gotten him one, he immediately quoted from the series, “A man walks down the street in that hat, people know he’s not afraid of anything.” 

EJ’s gifts haven’t yet arrived in the mail, but he didn’t mind. He has something to look forward to.

Today while EJ was at work, I texted him a photo of a dog at a shelter and, with EJ’s agreement, I submitted an application to adopt him.  Later when EJ found out where the dog was located, he said, “You realize that it’s a 5 hour trip to get the dog?” That’s 5 hours one way. It would take us 10 hours to drive there and back again. We decided that as awesome as the dog seemed to be, it was too far. We agreed to withdraw our application and look for a dog from a local shelter. I told EJ that I have all these beautiful dogs needing homes appearing on my Facebook newsfeed–probably because I have “liked” many Michigan animal shelter pages–and my heart melts with longing when I see them. I really miss Danny and I have a very strong, overwhelming craving for a dog. I can hardly bear it. “It’s ok if you tell me that it is too soon to get another dog,” I told EJ. “In fact, I probably really need you to slow me down and tell me no for a while because I really think it’s too soon to get another dog but I can barely resist the temptation.” EJ said to me, “You should see what I am looking at on my computer.”  I walked over to his chair and looked at his computer screen. It had photos of cats needing homes. In fact, throughout the evening he had been telling me about several cats who need adopting. I have a strong craving for a dog, EJ has a strong craving for cats. We will be ok if we can tell each other “no.” Otherwise we are in trouble.

 

A Sweet December Weekend

Friday morning I snowblowed the driveway in hopes that the mail lady would deliver packages that were scheduled to arrive. I worked hard and did a good job. As soon as I finished, I walked down to the mailbox. The mail was already there, which means that the mail lady had arrived while I was still snowblowing. I always start at the bottom and work my way up in segments so the bottom of the driveway was completely cleared and she wouldn’t have gotten stuck–but I found a notice in the mailbox that I had packages to pick up at the post office. Ugh! It’s so difficult for me to get to the post office during the week. I have more packages arriving on Monday and Wednesday. I’m sure they won’t be delivered, but I’ve learned a few days ago that I can’t pick them up on the same day that I receive the notice because they will still be out on the route with the mail lady until it’s too late. Tuesday JJ will probably work all day, and the rest of the week we are supposed to have bad wintry storms. If the storms are too bad, I’m not sure I want to try to get out. I might have to wait until Saturday when EJ can take me. If I don’t get them by Saturday, I won’t be able to pick them up until after Christmas.

Friday afternoon we had very heavy lake effect snow. The snow was so heavy that I couldn’t see much past the big rocks in our yard.  It was very beautiful.

When EJ arrived home later that evening, he was surprised to hear that I had snowblowed the driveway at all. The heavy snow had erased all my efforts. This weekend was milder with no additional snow. I love the snow, and I don’t mind snowblowing, but it is hard work and it is nice to have a break now and then for a day or two.

While it was snowing, I made two batches of hard candy–Cinnamon and butterscotch.

Picking up animal supplies at McG’s.

Although we prefer to have quiet, restful Saturdays, we had to go to the post office to pick up packages and send a couple. Since we were out and about, we went on to McG’s farm store to buy some straw for the coop and some dry cat food for the cats. Seven cats go through food much more quickly than five did.

The deer are now coming regularly to eat the seed from the bird feeders. I absolutely love watching the deer, but I tried not to encourage them because EJ says they can spread disease by getting together at feeders. I put the bird feeders up close to the house in order to discourage them, but it obviously didn’t work. I LOVE watching the birds at the feeders and I don’t know how to discourage the deer and enjoy the birds at the same time. Well, I suppose I could just move and spook the deer, but instead I’m so enchanted when they come close that I stay very still so I don’t scare them. I can’t help it. So I’ve kind of given up. Since the deer are also eating the bird seed, we bought more at McG’s. McG’s have their own mix which has no waste “filler” seed and which is much cheaper than seed at other places. We were able to get two 40 pound bags for only about $7 a bag. We also bought a mineral block, which EJ said is healthy for the deer.  A McG’s employee loaded our suburban with our purchases.

On the way home we stopped at Goodwill because we love thrift-shopping. Then we picked up a few things at the grocery store. Once we got home, we rested the remainder of the day and we lit the Hanukkah candles in the evening.

EJ cutting cinnamon candy into squares.

Today was busy. I cleaned the house, did some laundry, and then I made more hard candy–this time with EJ’s help. We made rootbeer, watermelon, and another batch of cinnamon, which is my favorite. My Mom always used two drams of Lorann oils to give candy a strong flavor and I’ve continued the tradition. Anything less than two bottles seems too weak to me. My Mom also always filled a bowl with snow to quickly cool the pan of candy in, and I do that too. I had to laugh years ago when my sister said that she couldn’t make hard candy that year because we didn’t have any snow. I informed her that candy can be made without snow. The snow is just a convenient way to cool the hot candy so it begins to harden enough that we can pour it out on the cutting board.

EJ and I have a lot of fun making candy together. We used to make candy together every year and gave some to friends, but it’s been a few years since we have made any. It was good to make some this year. EJ and I work well together. I measure the ingredients and get the candy cooking and EJ adds the coloring and flavor. EJ really enjoys color and is good at using several tubes of food coloring to get the color he wants. I tend to just squirt food coloring from one tube into the candy and get on to the next step. I pour the hot candy into the pan, set the pan on the bowl of snow to cool, and pour it onto the wooden cutting board and EJ cuts the candy into squares and coats them with powdered sugar. While he’s doing that, I wash the dishes and begin another batch of candy.

This evening EJ and I went to Meijers because EJ wanted to get some auto supplies. He plans to do some maintenance on the vehicles on the days he has off between Christmas and New Years. We bought some peanuts so we can make peanut brittle. I also bought another pair of boots. I have old boots that I use when I do my chores. They get covered with mud, straw, and duck/chicken poop. I have tall warm boots that I use when I snowblow the driveway or go out walking in the snow. I will also wear them if I ever go ice-fishing with EJ. Those boots are very, very warm–so warm that they make my feet hot and sweaty if I wear them when I go to stores or anything. I told EJ that I needed boots that didn’t smell of poultry, didn’t make my feet hot and sweaty, and looked relatively good if I wore them in public. I found some today that were on sale and didn’t cost much at all. Yay me!

Just before we left for Meijers, I saw a deer in the forest making her way toward our bird feeders. She vanished when we went out to the suburban, but I’m sure she was at the feeders while we were gone. The deer have crushed a section of the chicken wire I put up around the deck to discourage Miss Madeline Meadows, our serial killer cat, from lurking near the bird feeder. Most of the fencing is still in place to prevent a complete ambush, but we saw Miss Madeline Meadows lurking by the post just before we left. I think she smelled the approaching deer because she slunk away. It seems that everyone loves my bird feeders.

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Winter Magic

Yesterday JJ chauffeured me around to complete various errands. It was snowing quite hard and the roads were snow-covered and slippery at times. Our first stop was to the hospital in a nearby town to pick up my new eye glasses. I think it’s cool and very convenient that my eye doctor is located within the hospital.  So is my primary care physician, which means that if I ever need medical tests, I can get them done in one place. This is different from downstate, where my doctor, various lab tests, and every other medical specialty were all in different places and several miles apart. Anyway….it’s nice to have new glasses that don’t have any scratches on them.

After we picked up my glasses, we went to the post office in the small town nearest us. The post office was closed for lunch so we went to the grocery store, which has a gas station. While JJ got gas in the Buggy, I went into the store and bought supplies for holiday treats. Then we drove back to the post office where I sent a couple of things and also got the package they were holding for me.

This morning’s sunrise was magical. The sky was a pale pink that darkened into orange as the sun rose. Snow fell softly, making me feel as if I was in a snow globe. The trees were all covered with snow and sometimes the sun touched them with light. It was breathtaking. While I drank my morning coffee, I enjoyed watching the birds visit the feeder. I love all the birds that come to the feeder, but it’s a special thrill to see the pileated woodpeckers because they are so huge. We have several in the area and they are frequent visitors, often staying for 30 minutes or more eating the suet. Later in the afternoon I saw a couple of turkeys cross the driveway and wander into the forest.  Our Enchanted Forest was especially beautiful today.

After JJ left for school this morning, I prepared myself to go out and snowblow the driveway. The temperatures fell to 10 degrees  overnight but had risen to 17 degrees by the time I went outside. Last time I snowblowed the driveway I got very cold so this time in addition to my coat and hat, I pulled my jeans over some sweatpants to keep my legs warm, I wore my heavy carhart socks and warm boots, and I wore two gloves on each hand, one inside the other. Except for my hands aching a little when I first went outside, I remained very warm.  The Enchanted Forest was so beautiful this morning that I didn’t mind snowblowing–but I never mind snowblowing.

I was almost finished clearing the driveway when I noticed the snowblower blades weren’t spinning. Sometimes the blades pick up rocks in the driveway and it ruins the pins so they have to be replaced. I’m hoping that’s the problem because it is easy to fix. We could have at least 6 inches of snow by the end of Friday so I need the snowblower!

After I finished snowblowing, I sat down in my chair for a little bit to rest and get warm. Then I went into the kitchen and made a traditional holiday treat that I grew up with, which we have always called “Nuttily Noodilies.” The recipe is very simple and very yummy:

12 oz bag chocolate chips
12 oz bag butterscotch chips
6 oz Chow Mein noodles
Peanuts or cashews

Melt the chocolate and butterscotch chips together in a double boiler. Mix in chow mein noodles and nuts. Spoon onto waxed paper. Cool until hardened. Enjoy!

I made a double batch so we have some to share with others. I also made homemade pizza for supper. This weekend I hope to make some hard candy.

Several times this afternoon deer came up to the house to eat from bird feeders. At one point there was quite a group here, but one deer chased off some of the others before I could count them. They had a bit of a fight. My chair is next to the living room window, but I was working in the kitchen almost every time they arrived so I had to be very sneaky to get in a position where I could take photos and videos of them. I was able to get take several videos of them, although I missed capturing the fight.

In this next video, the deer came right up to the window. She saw me sitting in my chair and took a closer look. I thought she was pretty funny.

There is so much to enjoy during the winter months.

Bubbles in the Winter – And Other Stuff

Tuesday morning after EJ had left for work, after I had eaten breakfast, and after I had showered and my wet hair had dried, I put on my coat, hat, boots, and mittens and bravely went out to snowblow the driveway.  It required courage to snowblow the driveway because it was a frigid 14 degrees and blustery with a windchill of -2. The cold made my face, fingers, and legs ache. When I finally finished–it took me probably one-and-a-half hours– and came back inside to warm up, my legs were bright red with cold. EJ said he is going to get me some Carhart pants to keep me warm. I think that getting Carharts means that I will have become an authentic, true-blue country person.

A tree holding snowballs.

While I was snowblowing, I heard the trees squeaking and creaking as they swayed in the wind. All the trees  looked as if they were holding snowballs, and every now and then they would sway and toss them at each other in a shower of snow.

I was hoping that snowblowing the driveway would entice the mail lady into entering the driveway far enough to put my packages in the Magic Box. I also kept walking down the driveway in hopes that I would encounter her delivering my mail and maybe take my packages directly from her. However, I couldn’t stay out very long, and I missed her delivering the mail, and despite my snowblowing efforts, she did not put my packages in our magic box. Rats! JJ doesn’t have school today so he’s going to take me to the post office to pick up and send packages. I just got a voice message from my eye doctor that my new glasses are in and I’m hoping to convince JJ to drive me there too. I could drive myself, but I really hate driving down and up the driveway. Besides, I have gone with him on his errands simply because he has wanted company so I’m hoping he will return the favor.

I did laundry after I had recovered from snowblowing the driveway. As I was getting the laundry detergent from the shelf, I happened to notice a couple of bottles of bubble solution. We had bought them a couple of years ago because we had heard that bubbles will freeze in frigid temperatures. We wanted to try it but kept forgetting. I took the bubble solution outside yesterday and blew some bubbles, but I was disappointed that they floated away and I didn’t see them freezing.  Maybe it wasn’t cold enough to freeze bubbles or maybe I needed to blow them onto a surface instead of into the air? I will try it again.

I’ve heard from others on Facebook that their ducks and chickens prefer being out in the cold and snowy weather. Mine must be wimps because they stay in their coop. I didn’t even open the chickens’ door yesterday because they haven’t been outside for days so I figured they certainly wouldn’t want to go out in the frigid cold and windy weather. I did open the ducks’ door, but the only time I saw them outside was when I went out to check on them–and they walked out of the coop very reluctantly.

The first day of Hanukkah

Last night was the first night of Hanukkah. For supper I made country fried steak, green beans, and latkes with homemade applesauce. After JJ got home from work, we lit the candles.

We are not Jewish, but I actually enjoy celebrating Hanukkah as a believer in the Messiah. To be honest, with all the hectic and exhausting rush of Christmas decorating, shopping, baking, card sending, parties, secret santas, stressful family, trying to keep the cats out of the Christmas tree, and everything, I had trouble finding the Messiah in it all. The simple message of Jesus (Yeshua in Hebrew) as the Light of the World, and letting our lights shine in a darkening world is much more meaningful to me.

Of course, I don’t go around growling, “Bah Humbug.” If someone wishes me a “Merry Christmas,” “Happy Hanukkah” or “Happy Holidays!” I wish them the same back. I have many friends who are Jewish believers in the Messiah who celebrate Hanukkah but not Christmas. In fact, many of them (including me) believe that Yeshua (Jesus) was probably born during one of the Biblical Feasts–such as Sukkot (the Feast of Tabernacles) or Passover–and not on December 25. Some think that Yeshua was conceived in December, which would put his birth at Sukkot.

I think the Bible doesn’t clearly say when Yeshua/Jesus was born. There may be a good reason for this. The Biblical writers might have considered the day of his birth to be less important than the day of his death. In Ecclesiastes 7:1, King Solomon wrote: “A good name is better than good oil, and the day of death [is better] than the day of one’s birth.” I’ve read that the Jews believe that the real cause for joy and celebration is at the end of one’s life, when he has made it through life doing good deeds and changing the lives of those around him for the better, and is being buried with a “good name” and a legacy that can never be taken away from him. When the child is born, however, his very future and the path he will take in life is not yet known – and this should be cause for concern and worry for those around him. Yeshua/Jesus was a Jew, as were the Biblical writers, so they may likely have had this same belief.

My point is that many people who deeply love the Messiah do not celebrate His birth at Christmas. Some don’t believe in Jesus at all. Christmas is a Christian holiday. Pressuring those who don’t believe in Jesus/Yeshua to say “Merry Christmas” when they don’t believe in Christ is just as silly to me as pressuring Christians not to say “Merry Christmas” when they do. It would be like pressuring me to celebrate a Buddhist, Hindu, or Muslim holiday when I am not a follower of those religions. I think that there are more important things to worry about instead of getting uptight about the way others greet you during the holidays. How about each person simply gives the greeting they want while graciously allowing others the same freedom? For goodness’ sakes, say “Merry Christmas,” “Happy Holidays,” “Happy Hanukkah,” or nothing at all if you want and stop worrying about what others say. I believe that the Bible is true, and I believe that Yeshua/Jesus is the Messiah and the Light of the World, and I believe in taking a stand but not about minor things like holiday greetings.

Oops. I got kind of sidetracked…

EJ, JJ, and I have changed our traditions a bit. We celebrate Hanukkah but do not focus on gifts. This year JJ has asked if we could exchange gifts so for his sake we will. However, we are each only giving one gift to each other and keeping the dollar amount small.  Since we moved to Northern Michigan, we usually go to the theater on Christmas day to watch the latest Star Wars movie. I love quiet, meaningful, non-hectic celebrations.

Drinking Coffee On A Snowy Morning

I’m sitting in my chair sipping my coffee as I watch the birds at the feeder.

Damage to tree from Pileated Woodpecker

I love watching the birds at the feeder in the winter. I don’t put the feeders out in warmer months because they can attract bears so I wait until the weather turns cold and the bears hibernate. When the feeders are out we get chickadees, goldfinches, tufted titmouses (titmice?) and blue jays visiting. Because we live in a forest, we also have many woodpeckers: downy woodpeckers, hairy woodpeckers, red-bellied woodpeckers, and pileated woodpeckers. The pileated woodpeckers are huge–about the size of a crow. They do a lot of damage to the trees, but I still love to see them. The first time I saw the damage from a pileated woodpecker’s shredding of a fallen tree, I thought a bear had ripped it apart.  With all the woodpeckers in our forest, it’s a wonder we have any trees standing, but I still love to see them all.

Besides birds, we also get wild turkeys and deer at our feeders. I haven’t seen any turkeys for several weeks–maybe not since early November. I’ve seen a few deer, but this year the feeders are on the post up close to our house and I think the deer are nervous about coming so close. They get spooked if we move.

It’s been snowing today. We’ve had snow almost every day since last week so I think that winter has finally settled in to stay. We are supposed to get several inches of snow over the next couple of days–maybe as much as a foot. The US National Weather Service is also warning of frigid temperatures and blustery winds beginning tonight. EJ and I love the snow, but I’m always glad when my guys are safe and snug at home. On JJ’s way home from work on Saturday night, he says he spun around twice on slippery roads–I mean, he once made two complete revolutions before coming to a stop.

Our snowblower

It’s my self-appointed task to snowblow the driveway. I say it’s “self-appointed” because EJ would help me–or even do it for me–but I hate to leave it for him to do in the dark after a long tiring day at work so I try to clear the driveway during the day. I clear it so my guys won’t get stuck in the snow and so the USPS, UPS, and FEDEX delivery people won’t refuse to deliver packages. Snowblowing the driveway is not a terrible chore. I get tired and sweaty and rubbery legs, but I just think of it as an intense exercise workout. I did have a bit of a problem when I cleared the driveway on Friday. Halfway up I slipped and the snowblower fell back on top of me. I got it back up and continued snowblowing, but then I fell again with the snowblower on top of me. I imagined slipping under the blower and getting my legs chewed up and lying there bleeding until one of my guys came home to help me (if they didn’t accidentally run over me because they didn’t see me) and I decided it would be best to quit for the day. I fell once or twice again until I got the snowblower to level-ish ground at the top of the hill. Later I told EJ, “You might have noticed that the bottom of the driveway was cleared and the top of the driveway was cleared, but not the middle. This is what happened….” This is the first time since we’ve moved here that I’ve fallen when snowblowing so I don’t expect it to happen very often. Because frequently falling would totally suck.

Although I love the snow, winter, driving up and down our steep driveway in winter makes me nervous. I think I wouldn’t be so nervous if I had more experience, but JJ has driven the Buggy (our Xterra) to school and work since we moved north, so I don’t often have the use of it. I had packages to mail at the post office–one for my friend and one for a Etsy customer who ordered a pair of beautiful dragon gloves. JJ got home from school early Friday afternoon so I went out before he got out of the Buggy and pleaded, “Would you please, please, please please, oh, please drive me to the post office? Please, please, please, I’m begging you, please, please, please.” He did, although he laughs at me, especially when I grab the safety handle above the door as we drive down and up the driveway.  This is a video I took last year of JJ driving me up the driveway:  Dashing Up The Driveway. You can see how scary it is–but even though it’s scary, I’d rather have JJ or EJ driving up the driveway in the winter than me. Anyway, I did get my packages mailed on Friday and I arrived safely home.

We had a quiet weekend. Saturday we rested while I crocheted. Although it’s too soon, I also looked for dogs at various on-line animal shelters. I saw a group of adorable puppies at one shelter, but I was cozy at home and didn’t feel motivated to make the more than hour drive there. I have always thought that I would love to have a Bernese Mountain Dog because I think they are gorgeous! But I just read that they only live an average of about 7 or 8 years, and I think that is too, too short of a time to spend with a dog. I miss having a dog but I don’t know how to choose the next one. I miss Danny. I feel his presence by his absence–no filling his food dish, no taking him outside, no vacuuming up clumps of his hair from the carpet. 😥

Saturday evening, one of JJ’s friends/previous co-workers from the local grocery store stopped by with her parents and children and delivered some Christmas cookies. I thought that was very sweet. We had often seen the young woman at the store, of course, but this was the first time we had met her parents or children. They seem like nice folks. I hope to make my family’s traditional treats for them next weekend.

Sunday I did chores while EJ worked on his own projects. JJ came home from work in the evening with tales of apprehending a shoplifter and banning her from the mall. Security guards can’t actually arrest anyone, but they do hold them until the police get there.

Ugh. I stopped writing this post long enough to walk to the mailbox. I found a note in our mailbox informing me that I have to pick up a package at the post office. This is a difficulty for me since EJ and JJ have our vehicles during the week and they usually don’t get home until after the post office closes. Since I don’t have a vehicle, I have to wait until they are free during the day. JJ’s schedule is more flexible than EJ’s, but I have to work around his school and work schedules. JJ doesn’t get home from school today until later, tomorrow he works all day, and the earliest he is free is Wednesday. Since the post office will try three times to deliver a package and then return it to sender, I am writing a note for them which I will leave in the mailbox. I totally understand that no delivery person–not post office, UPS, or FEDEX–wants to risk driving up our long steep driveway in the winter and I have tried to let them all know that they can put packages in the big green wooden box at the bottom of the driveway. I will remind the post office of this in my note. I did move the box a bit closer to the end of the driveway today. We are trying to make it easily accessible to delivery people but also keep the box out of view of passersby on the road–because we have read that thieves like to steal packages, especially at this time of year. I also try to keep our driveway clear of snow…there was only an inch or two of new snow this morning, so the mail lady shouldn’t have had a problem pulling into the driveway to put items in the box today.

This frustrating transportation problem is why we have told JJ that he needs to buy a vehicle of his own by mid-June–or by the time he moves into his own apartment, whichever comes first. Well, actually JJ is hoping to buy the Buggy that he always drives, which wouldn’t solve my transportation problem but would help his. EJ is hoping to fix up his old pick up truck–and then I will use the Suburban when I need it. I can’t drive the pick up because I’ve never learned to drive a stick-shift.

I just wrote that I haven’t seen wild turkeys in quite a while, and then I glanced out of the window and saw a huge flock in the yard. You can’t see all of them in the video, and I wasn’t able to get a complete count of them, but I think there must have been about 50 of them. The turkeys like to eat the seeds that the other birds drop from the feeders. Some of them were beginning to walk away as I filmed this video (second of two). I liked how they waded through the snow.

 

 

Winter Has Arrived!

I think winter has finally come to stay. We had 4-6 inches of snow over night. It snowed all day today and I think more snow is on the way.

With all the snow, I decided I ought to snowblow the driveway this morning. It’s easier to snowblow a few inches rather than a foot or more. This was the first time we have had to snowblow the driveway since last winter so I wasn’t sure that I would be able to get the snowblower started, but I managed it. Our driveway is very long–EJ says about 600 feet–so it’s a major endeavor to clear it. I usually clear the driveway in sections, beginning at the bottom of the driveway first and working my way back up to the house, section by section. It feels easier to do it that way than to keep going all the way down and all the way up the driveway multiple times.

Snowblowing the driveway is such physical work that it wasn’t long before I was wringing wet with sweat. I ended up taking off my coat and hat and hanging them on a t-post about halfway down the driveway. When I finished the driveway, I had to walk down to get my coat and hat from the post. I had seen our letter carrier deliver our mail while I was snowblowing so after I put on my coat and hat, I just kept walking down to the mailbox. I was so tired that my legs felt rubbery and I staggered as I went up the driveway.

Among other mail, we received a sympathy card from the veterinary hospital. The vet had written a personal note and all the staff had signed it. I was very touched by the card, especially since the evening Danny was put to sleep was the first and only time we had gone to this vet. I cried when I read it.

Included with the card was an insert saying that in May the veterinary hospital “will hold it’s annual Lost But Not Forgotten Pet Memorial service. You will receive a formal invitation as the date approaches. We invite you to submit a photo of your beloved pet as well as a special story. We will include that in our Photo Remembrance book that we put together each year in order to remember those pets that were so dear to our hearts. We are here for you during this time of loss.” I really like this veterinary hospital.

Pileated Woodpecker

This morning a pileated woodpecker visited our suet feeder. They are the biggest of the woodpeckers. They are amazing birds and I’m always thrilled when I see them.

I have found 3 or 4 dead birds that our sweet feline serial killer, Miss Madeline Meadow has killed. One was a downy woodpecker and the others were chickadees. So yesterday I put chicken fencing around the deck where the bird feeders are. It’s only two feet high, but I’m hoping Madeline won’t feel any inclination to jump over it. At the very least, I’m hoping that jumping over the fence will announce her presence and slow her down  so the birds have a chance to escape. We shall see how it goes. I love the birds and don’t want to lose the pleasure of watching them, but neither do I want to lure birds to their deaths.

Meanwhile, Josette is a real sweetheart. She always accompanies me when I care for the ducks. She even braved the snow to join me today. I took this video of her:

The chickens tend to stay in the coop when the weather is bad. I think the ducks stay in their coop until they hear me coming. Then they all come waddling out to greet me. I love the photo of one of the ducks that I shared at the top of this post. I think it looks magical.

JJ has decided to look for a different security job because of the behavior of the new guy, who was hired in with higher rank than JJ so he’s technically one of JJ’s supervisors. A news article from 2009 reported that this guy was “charged with first-degree criminal sexual conduct after an alleged assault on a male victim in his home. The victim didn’t show up to the preliminary examination, so the charge was dismissed but the charge could be reissued if the alleged victim cooperates.”  There are many reasons victims decide not to seek justice–many times they cannot endure the trauma of a trial. Also although the charge was from 2009, sexual predators rarely (if ever) change their ways. JJ really enjoyed the security guard work and he was very good at it. In fact, a couple of days ago he heard two of his immediate superiors discussing that he was excellent at his job and “took to it like a duck to water.”  However, because of the seriousness of the charge and the guy’s inappropriate behavior towards him, JJ doesn’t feel comfortable working with him and he does not feel that this guy should be working in a security job in which he is responsible for public safety. Although JJ’s co-workers supported him, the director decided not to fire the guy. It’s not a good situation (I am not sharing many details) so JJ is looking for a different security job. JJ really stands firm when it comes to things like this. I’m proud of him for putting the safety of others above his job.

Murdick’s and the Mall

December 1 (Friday) was EJ and my 27th anniversary. We were going to celebrate our anniversary on Saturday and I was going to plan something awesomely fun because there have been many years when we weren’t able to do much to celebrate. A time or two we celebrated in a very special way, some times we at least went out to a restaurant, but many years EJ had to work long hours every day for months so that he was not able to get away. He now gets weekends off so I was determined that we were going to do something special.

But then Danny died.

We didn’t really feel much like celebrating, so we decided to have a quiet weekend at home. And that’s ok. We actually enjoy quiet weekends at home. And we’ve had lots of fun weekends taking turns celebrating our “extra birthdays” so we didn’t mind staying home.

We are mostly doing ok about Danny. Sometimes I think that, wow, as much as I loved him, I’m not really grieving for him all that much because although I think about him all the time, and I get choked up when I talk about him, I’m not crying my eyes out. I did most of my crying the day we took him to the veterinary hospital. I recognize, though, that grief affects people in different ways. I feel an underlying sadness, and although I am not crying, I can feel the grief affect me physically. I feel sad and stressed, my stomach is in knots, and I’m not sleeping very well.

I really miss having a dog–both the companionship and protection–and I don’t want to wait too long to get another. I don’t plan to wait a year, or six months. Maybe a month or two. But I don’t know how to choose a new dog. Before Danny, we had Jake. We got him when a group of neighbor kids came to our house trying to find the owner of a stray dog they had found. I told them that if they couldn’t find his owner, I would take him. A couple of hours later they brought him back to me. Neighbor kids always brought us homeless animals–mostly kittens. Now that we live high on a hill on five acres instead of in town, we don’t have neighbor kids bringing us homeless pets. And, of course, Danny found and chose me at the pet supply store. So I’m not sure how to find our next dog. I’ve looked at animal shelters on-line, but I haven’t seen a dog that I felt a connection with. But, then, we really aren’t ready for another one yet.

JJ has had an interesting situation at work. I don’t think I should go into too much detail so I will just say that his company recently hired a guy who, on his first day, made remarks and behaved in ways that really made JJ uncomfortable. JJ googled him and found a news report that indicated that the guy was a serious sexual predator. JJ said that he had never really felt that the articles I shared about abuse was relevant to him–until now. Because of the articles I’ve shared, he recognized that this guy was trying to victim-groom him. This is why I share things about abuse–to not only help victims understand what is happening to them, but also to educate others so they can recognize red flags and won’t become victims. It is important to learn to recognize abusive behavior and teach them to your kids.

Even though JJ wasn’t sure if he would lose his job, he reported the guy to his superiors because he believes that such a man should definitely not be working as a security guard. I mean, women are always told that if they feel uncomfortable at a mall, they should ask a security guard to walk them to their car. Having a predatory security guard is like asking a fox to guard a chicken coop. JJ believes that he has a duty to help keep others safe. He had the day off today so he went to work and wrote out an official statement, which will be handed over to his company’s Human Resource and legal departments. Apparently, others have been creeped out by this guy as well and most of his superiors are standing with JJ. I’m really proud of JJ for caring more about protecting the vulnerable than keeping his job. I think he will make a fine police officer.

I rode to the mall with JJ and sat in the Buggy to wait for him. I didn’t sleep much last night and was very tired, so I told JJ to try not to take too long–I mean, I have no problem with him taking as long as he needed to do his business, but I told him not to engage in long chats with his co-workers, or go to a restaurant, or go shopping, or anything like that. I had left my phone home to charge because the battery was low so I couldn’t contact him and I had never been to that mall before so I didn’t know my way around. I told him that if he took too long, I just might start wandering around the parking lot acting weird, and when the security guards came out to investigate, I would tell them that JJ was my son and I needed them to take me to him. LOL. He didn’t think that was a good idea. He said the guards would mace me first and ask questions later, but I think he was just trying to scare me so I wouldn’t be tempted to act weird. It took JJ quite awhile to write out his statement and I had to go into the mall to find a bathroom. I get lost very easily so before I left the Buggy, I wrote a note for JJ in case he returned before I did: “I went to find a bathroom. I’m probably lost.” I did actually find a bathroom AND I was able to find my way back to the Buggy. I forgot to remove the note when I returned and JJ laughed at it when he found it.

I wanted to buy some authentic Northern Michigan fudge for a friend of mine who lives in a different state. Northern Michigan is famous for its fudge and tourists come to Northern Michigan–especially Mackinac Island–in order to buy it. For that reason, tourists in Northern Michigan are nicknamed “Fudgies.” JJ and I stopped at Doug Murdick’s, which is an authentic Northern Michigan fudge shop, to buy the fudge. Murdick’s cooks their fudge in large copper kettles, which is then poured out on beautiful marble tables and cooled. Fudgies can watch the fudge being made. You can read about Murdick’s at their website and see photos. We bought some fudge for my friend and some for us.

On our way home, we stopped at Culvers because JJ hadn’t eaten anything all day and was hungry.

The weather has turned cold and VERY windy, with winds of 25-35 mph and gusts up to 40 mph. The wind shook the Buggy as I waited for JJ at the mall and the seagulls flying overhead looked as if they were struggling a bit. The wind blew some papers from my purse as we walked back to the car after leaving Murdicks, and it ripped more papers from my purse as we left Culvers. I don’t deliberately litter, but since the papers  were gone before I could even hope to retrieve them, and I don’t know if they were important, I’m sort of hoping they ended up soggied and unreadable in the bay. The wind also broke some of the snow fence lining our driveway. We are expecting at least 6 inches of snow through Thursday.

Dog-Gone Memories

Today we are grieving Danny. His loss has left a painful hole in our hearts. We are flooded with memories:

Every now and then when JJ was  younger, he and I used to stop at a store in a nearby town called Soldan’s. It primarily sold pet supplies, not animals, but it did sell a few lizards, frogs, and even ferrets. JJ and I used to enjoy looking at them. One day, EJ had a few things to buy at a store–probably a hardware store. JJ and I decided that while EJ went there, we would go into Soldans, which was located a few doors away, to look at the animals. We didn’t know that occasionally the local animal shelter had an Adoption Day at the store and that this was one such day. I was stooping down to look at the ferrents when a little black head suddenly pushed into my lap. I gave the dog lots of lovings until the volunteer walking him through the store pulled him away. As long as I was in the store, the dog kept finding me and insisting on pulling his volunteer over to me. It was remarkable. When EJ finished his shopping and joined us, he saw the dog constantly finding me so he decided that the dog and I were meant to be together. So the next day he and JJ snuck off and adopted Danny for me.

From the moment we first met in Soldans, Danny has always been completely devoted to me. I have loved and bonded with dogs through my life–I’ve rarely been without a dog–but none has been so devotedly intertwined with me as Danny. Danny was so devoted that when he first joined our family, he wouldn’t let any of the other pets near me. I think he kind of made the end of our other dog’s life rather miserable. Jake loved me too, but Danny wouldn’t let him near me. He would growl if Jake got too close. Danny learned to accept the cats in our lives, but we never tried to get another dog after Jake because we believed that having to share me would break Danny’s heart. Every now and then through the years, we would see a photo of an adorable dog needing a home, our hearts would melt, but we would say, “Nope. We can’t adopt another dog. It would break Danny’s heart.” A few months ago, EJ’s current boss had to get rid of his  awesome dog that he couldn’t keep. He offered to give it to us. EJ told him, “Nope. We can’t adopt another dog. It would break Danny’s heart.”

Throughout his years with us, Danny was never far from my side. He followed me from room to room and slept near our bed. A few years ago I had a problem with Plantar fasciitis,  a condition that causes pain on the bottom of the heel. It occurs when the band of tissue that supports the arch of your foot becomes inflamed. It was too painful to take Danny for his walks, so I asked JJ to take him. JJ would return home a few minutes after leaving, exclaiming, “Mom, something is wrong with Danny! We get a little ways down the street and then he pulls me back home!” Although Danny absolutely loved his daily walks, he didn’t want to go unless I went with him. Danny also wouldn’t tell EJ or JJ if he needed to go outside. He always waited patiently until I was free to take him outside.

Danny loved people, especially children. When we went on walks through our town downstate, he always stopped so they could fuss over him. He didn’t see many people on our five acres here in the north, but he loved to run up and greet the UPS or FedEx delivery men.

We always called Danny “our introverted dog” because he was so quiet and sweet. He almost never barked. He was mostly obedient, but he had an independent stubborness in him. If he didn’t want to do something, he would stand his ground with a smile on his face as if to say, “I’m sorry, but I can’t do what you want.”

These memories and others are flooding us today.

I think the hardest times are the forgettable moments–the moments when we forget that Danny is gone. Usually Danny sleeps next to the bed so when I get…got…out of bed, I had to be careful that I didn’t step on him or trip over him. I started to get carefully out of bed this morning…because I forgot Danny wasn’t there. I almost asked Danny if he needed to go out this morning, and then remembered that he wasn’t there. The empty moments are difficult too. Last night I put away Danny’s food dish because I didn’t want it to be a reminder that Danny is gone. But not seeing it there is just as difficult. I put the portions of the cats special treat of canned food on the floor this morning because Danny isn’t there to gobble it up. EJ is struggling with these things too.

We’ve always said that we wouldn’t get another dog while Danny is alive because it would break his heart. But now that Danny is gone and we could get another dog, it’s our hearts that are broken. I was thinking that I didn’t know if I could handle loving and losing another dog. Then I got to thinking about a Doctor Who episode in which a mother during World War 2 received a telegram that her husband’s plane had been shot down. Here is the scene:

This scene came to mind because I told EJ last night that I can’t imagine ever not having a dog around, but the pain of losing a beloved dog is almost unbearable. So what’s the point of loving a dog again if we are just going to be heartbroken later? The answer is that although you know you will be sad later, you still enjoy loving your dog now (or anyone). I think it would be an empty, barren life if a person refuses love and happiness now because they will be sad later.

Eventually, after we have grieved, we will get another dog–because life without a dog is empty.

Goodbye, Danny

My Danny died today.

I think that both EJ and I knew that he would, which is why EJ kept saying that we might have to say goodbye to him. I think he was trying to prepare both himself and me. I cried all this afternoon and in the exam room even before I heard the diagnosis.

Danny was an old dog. Though young, he was an adult dog when we got him from the animal shelter and we couldn’t remember exactly what year we adopted him. We tried to figure it out and guessed he was about 12.  The vet said that he was closer to about 14 years old, and that he was developing old age sort of health issues beyond the primary concern that we brought him in for. The vet said that the lump was a nerve cancer. I think he said that it was near or in or involved the nerve–something like that–but everything is now kind of a blur. There was nothing that could be done. I told the vet that I was appalled that we hadn’t found the lump sooner. However, the lump probably grew inside him first before it was visible outside. Danny’s fur was very strange–it was extremely thick and it was almost impossible to even find his actual skin–so the lump was hidden until the hair finally fell off it yesterday. Also, it seemed to be growing very fast at the end. EJ said the lump was much bigger this morning than yesterday, and bigger again when he saw Danny this evening at the veterinary hospital.

I took Danny to the hospital alone, but while the vet was explaining the bad news to me, EJ walked into the exam room. Although the last day of a each month is his company’s busiest day and they work late, his boss is a dog lover and let him leave to be with me and Danny. EJ said he couldn’t bear to not say a final goodbye to Danny. I was glad to have EJ there with me. We cried together. The vet handed us a box of Kleenex.

I thought that the veterinarian I took Danny to last year was very cold. I didn’t like her. In contrast, the staff at the place I took Danny to today were all extremely compassionate. The nurses talked sweetly to Danny and petted him. They got a nice blanket and put it on the floor and EJ and I sat on it next to Danny while he died. The nurses crooned and petted him too as he was dying. They said we could stay with Danny as long as we wanted. They were incredible.

We chose to have the hospital take care of Danny’s body. The major reasons is that I don’t think we could have carried Danny’s heavy body, especially with EJ’s bad back, and we didn’t want the coyotes digging him up if we buried him on our property. Our cat Tesla died last autumn of old age. We buried her and the next Spring when the snow melted, we found an empty hole. We couldn’t bear the thought of that happening to Danny. The staff reassured me that they treat the bodies with great care and respect.

I am heartbroken but I’m relieved that Danny is not suffering. I’m also relieved that the decision to end his life was taken out of my hands. The thought of having to decide whether he lived or died was agonizing to me. EJ said he had been praying that God would let him know definitely when it was time for Danny’s life to end.

I miss my beloved Danny.

I feel very sad.

Death sucks.

Oh, Danny Boy!

I have to take Danny to the vet later this afternoon.

Late last winter, we had several weeks of alternating warm and cold days so that the snow melted and froze, making our driveway very ice. Danny started limping badly so we think he slipped on the ice and injured himself. We took him to a veterinarian near us, who said he doesn’t have a broken leg. She felt he might have injured his ligament, which can take a long time to heal, the vet said.

Danny improved, but he never completely lost his limp. Recently Danny began walking more stiffly and limping again. I would have taken him to the vet for a check up, but JJ drives our second vehicle to work and school, and it’s very difficult for me to find transportation. EJ and I recently scheduled eye appointments at the same time and he took the day off work so I could actually get there. And, besides, we really thought Danny was just getting old and arthritic or maybe had re-injured the ligament again and needed time to heal. Besides stiffness and limping, Danny didn’t seem to be in a great deal of pain.

Then yesterday I glanced at Danny and saw a HUGE pink swollen mass on his upper thigh. It wasn’t visible the day before–but Danny’s hair is so thick that it could have hidden it. I was horrified. In the evening, EJ googled Danny’s problem and said he found photos of masses that look like Danny’s. They are common in some dogs and are usually benign. This morning my friend told me her previous dog had a similar mass, which was so big that every time he bumped something, it bled. The vet did surgery, she said, and he was ok afterwards. Maybe Danny will be ok.

So I messaged JJ and asked him what his schedule was like for today because I needed to take Danny to the vet. Then I called the vet, described Danny’s issue, explained my transportation problems, and told the receptionist that I needed an appointment tomorrow (which is today) at around 10:30 a.m. so I could drop my son off at college before bringing in Danny. She said she would see what she could do and get back to me. When she called back, she said that there was a chance that a surgery scheduled for 10:30 a.m. would be canceled so I could bring in Danny, but they wouldn’t know until 9 a.m. JJ usually leaves for school at 8:45 a.m., so I couldn’t make it. She said that the other opening was at 4:30 p.m. I said I would take it.

I have always been extremely empathetic. When I was a child, I would faint–or come close to it–whenever I heard about, read, or watched a movie about illness or injuries. I found it difficult to sit through science classes or visit people in hospitals. When I was in my early 20s, I went to a behavioral specialist who taught me relaxation techniques for handling doctor visits and stuff. It worked, and while hearing about illness or injuries were never comfortable, I didn’t faint. I even had surgeries with IVs in my arm and blood transfusions, and I didn’t faint. Yay me! However, in 2013 when we first met with the oncologist and were told about JJ’s cancer diagnosis, I started to faint. The oncologist actually made JJ get off the exam table so I could lie down instead, and he wouldn’t let me follow the guys when they went to look at the x-rays. I felt so embarrassed. I almost fainted again when we attended the chemo classes to learn about what to expect. And I had to leave JJ’s room during chemo whenever the needles were being inserted into his arm. Once the IV needles were in, I was able to return. After JJ’s surgery to remove a cancerous lymph node that chemo hadn’t gotten rid of, I walked into his hospital room, saw his deathly white face, and had to leave. I walked into the hallway, leaned against the wall, and slid to the floor. They gave me smelling salts.

Since cancer, my empathy problem has returned and I really struggle in medical situations. Danny’s mass is so gross that every time I look at it I feel like vomiting. I try not to look at it. I think, “How on earth am I going to keep from vomiting or fainting when the veterinarian is examining Danny? I am the WORST person to take Danny to the vet, but I am the only one who has the time. The last day of the month is crazy busy at work and EJ usually gets home very late. I will just have to tell the vet right away that it is very possible that I could faint. Or vomit.

This afternoon EJ texted me that if expensive surgery is necessary, it might be necessary to say a permanent goodbye to my faithful dog. We are not rich, and Danny is old. Usually, EJ takes our pets to the vet when they need to…you know. I say goodbye at home because I can’t bear being there. I don’t know how I’m going to have the strength to make (maybe) terrible decisions. “How much money is too much to pay for Danny? How will I be able to decide whether he lives or dies?” I’m sitting here alone in the house with Danny at my feet, crying as I watch the clock tick away the moments until I have to go to take him to the vet. And I feel like this:

They Do Not Hear

I hardly slept last night. My stomach is in knots. I feel upset. I’m sorry, but I need to rant a little bit.

I often share articles about abuse at Facebook. My primary goal in sharing articles is to help those who are experiencing abuse to understand what is happening to them and to let them know that they are not alone–because I felt very confused and alone when I first became aware that my family was abusive. I would also like to educate nonvictims about the dynamics of abuse so maybe they 1. will learn how to truly help abuse victims and 2. will learn what to watch for so they can avoid becoming a victim themselves. As a Christian, I especially loathe spiritual abuse because it misrepresents God and causes many to struggle in their faith. I think that abuse in the church cannot be addressed if people aren’t willing to acknowledge it.

Yesterday I shared an article written by Rebecca Davis, an abuse advocate, in which she critique a video lecture called “Living With An Angry Husband.” You can read the article here: Should Texas church shooter’s wife have gotten “Biblical counseling”? The article contains a link to the actual lecture.

One of my FB friends commented on the post that the article is a gross misrepresentation of IBCD teaching and that she has very personal experience with their teaching as she had just finished level two of their certification program. She stated that their counseling is very Biblical and that never would an IBCD certified biblical counselor instruct someone to stay in a dangerous situation. She said that It’s very very sound and while Biblical counseling does address the heart of the victim it’s not done so in a way that protects the abuser or places blame on the abused for any reason, rather helps the victim to respond to their circumstances Biblically because often in these circumstances fear and or bitterness add to the pain and destructiveness of the situation.

I do not mean to be harsh toward my friend. I believe that she is a very caring person who wants to genuinely help people. However, I believe that while the sort of teaching she is supporting “sounds” Biblical and supportive of victims, it is not. In fact, I’ve found that most of the time when people proclaim that they are offering “Biblical counsel” they usually don’t understand the dynamics of abuse and do not help victims. Instead, they actually re-traumatize them.

A lot of the teachings about marriage in the church is written by people who teach or are heavily influenced by patriarchy. Patriarchy is a belief that wives are to be submissive to their husbands in all things. I grew up in churches that taught that men were the spiritual heads of their households, but I think the patriarchal movement has become increasingly more extreme. It can sound very spiritual with verses used to “prove” it. However, underneath all the good sounding stuff, at its basic level, it tends to create an unhealthy and even abusive environment–one in which men make all the decisions and the women are taught that they must support and serve their husband even if he is abusive.

Now, I can almost hear many saying that this isn’t what the teaching of the headship of men and submission of women is about. I also grew up believing this. Because it didn’t seem oppressive, I didn’t see anything wrong with it. However, the last church we attended was led by a pastor who strongly believed it. In his church, be in any “authority over men” in any way. Women were not allowed to speak from behind the pulpit, they were not allowed to lead singing, and they could only teach other women. The pastor insisted on pre-approving every lesson a woman taught to other women. He even read the study books written by women to women and used those books to write the lessons to be taught by a woman to other women in women’s Bible study groups. I often thought that it didn’t make sense because if women are not to teach men then why was he, a man, even reading books written by women? I mean, what’s the difference between being taught by women verbally or in written form?  In addition, the church was extremely small–20 attendees at most–and most of the men were new believers and very profane. Some were addicts and one abused his wife. I saw the pastor and his wife do unethical things. Some of the most godly spiritually mature people in the church were women. I began to wonder if God really preferred that godly women submit to ungodly men. Did gender really matter so much to God? The pastor’s oppressive views about women is what made me begin to question what the Bible really taught about women in the church. I did a lot of research and my beliefs changed.

EJ and I started our marriage as equals and best friends. Along the way, EJ was counseled that he needed to take leadership in our home and to “keep me in line.” I was quiet–by no means an aggressively domineering wife–but I did speak up in Sunday School class. The pastor told EJ to order me to work in the church kitchen (because that’s what women do). EJ merely laughed because he knows I hate working in church kitchens. The teaching about submission was detrimental and nearly ruined our friendship and our marriage. Fortunately, both of us loved each other and neither of us were abusive. We chose to throw out the teaching about “Biblical gender roles” and treat each other as equals. We both have equal say in our decisions. Sometimes we do what EJ thinks is best and sometimes what I think is best. Sometimes I serve EJ and sometimes he serves me.  Although EJ goes to work and I stay home, he would support me if I chose to get a job. He is very good at encouraging and supporting my endeavors. Sometimes we work together on EJ’s projects, and sometimes on mine. Sometimes I’m outside putting up fences and sometimes EJ vacuums the carpet. We do whatever will work best in our family. If one of us thinks the other is wrong, that person says so. In treating each other with equal roles and value, our marriage regained its strength and we are even stronger friends than before.

Ok, back to the church’s teachings about gender roles and marriage counseling. Again, they say things that sound very spiritual. They say they care and support victims and that they condemn abuse. I think that in the majority of cases, what they say and what they actually do are two different things and many times their statements are vague or contradictory. In practice, wives are pretty much blamed for the husband’s abuse. Abused wives are instructed to not go to secular counselors or authorities (even when a crime has been committed) but to let the church leadership advise them–because they will help them Biblically. Wives are instructed that their marriage will heal if they are more respectful, loving, patient, forgiving, and submissive to their husbands. They are told stories about people who did this and their marriages were miraculously transformed. They are to trust God, to be joyful in that they are undergoing the sufferings of Christ, and under no circumstances are they to divorce. If they do divorce, they are accused of being unsubmissive and disobedient to God. Some have undergone church discipline for not submitting to the church instruction. Even when a church agrees that a woman can divorce for abuse, the criteria of abuse is very narrow–no abuse seems severe enough to allow the victim to divorce. I’ve read of at least one woman who was told that even if her husband kills her, she can take comfort that she will be in Heaven with Jesus. (That’s evil.) Emotional abuse can be as damaging as other forms of abuse, but it is not considered to be abuse because the woman is not physically harmed–so she is forever doomed to live in torment.

Victims (of any age, gender, or marital status) who experience sexual assault are often pressured to repent of their part in the abuse and to “forgive” their abuser. Sometimes a victim is pressured to do this publicly with no forewarning. Of course, in such cases the church can proclaim that a great miracle of redemption has occurred. It makes them look good.

Recently a woman told her story of being raped while she was a student at a Bible college years ago. She was a “good” Christian, an excellent student. She went out with friends at an “approved” restaurant with fellow students. One of them, whom she did not know, put a date rape drug in her soft drink, and when she felt woozy, he told the others that he would see that she got home. They let him. Only, he didn’t take her home. While she was drugged, he dressed her in skimpy clothes, forced her to drink alcohol, and raped her repeatedly. She finally escaped. She reported it, and notified the college where she was reprimanded by college and affiliated church leaders for drinking alcohol, etc. One leader told her that to “make the situation right,” she should marry her rapist. The others stated that in order to remain at the college, she needed to participate in joint counseling with the rapist (who admitted to raping her) and to sit with him in church each Sunday. When she refused, she was kicked out. Other students were told that she was kicked out for disobeying college rules. This is heinous.

Some of the marriage counseling might work in normal marriages in which both spouses love each other and are just going through a time of difficulty. (Although it caused EJ and my marital struggles.) However, it certainly doesn’t work in abusive situations. Unlike “normal” people who tend to respond to love and to repent when they learn that they have hurt others, abusers consider unconditional love and forgiveness as weaknesses to be exploited. Research shows that when a victim tries to become MORE submissive, pleasing, patient, and forgiving toward her abuser, he tends to become more violent and dangerous. In fact, the church advice tends to feed into the abuser’s mentality, which is that the wife is to blame for the problems and she needs to submit to him in all things. I sometimes wonder if people who counsel victims even read their Bibles. Abusers are not merely “wounded people” who need to be “loved to Christ.” In fact, most of the people Jesus encountered did NOT follow him. Instead, they accused, condemned, and eventually killed him. If Jesus’ love was not enough to transform everyone, why would anyone think that we could love everyone to him? Instead, the Bible warns against wolves in sheep’s clothing who appear to be workers of righteousness while they ravage the sheep. The Bible describes evil people who plot and ambush the vulnerable, and who can’t sleep until they have planned evil. The Bible says to flee, avoid, stay away from, don’t walk, sit, or stand with, don’t associate with, and don’t even eat with those who are evil. (The descriptions of a wicked man are the same as the descriptions of what we call abusers.) So if the Bible says all these things, why do so many Christians refuse to believe that evil people exist?

These stories are not isolated cases. It is the typical response that victims experience from the church and “Biblical counselors.”

My FB friend said that “while you read many horrible stories for each of those there are also stories with good outcomes. There are churches that are listening that providing refuge, hope and healing as well as biblical church discipline for abusers. Sadly those stories aren’t told as often as the terrible stories but they are happening. It’s tragic that that’s not always the case and I certainly don’t say that to invalidate or negate the horrible stories but I want you to be encouraged that there really are churches out there that are doing things right too, hopefully with awareness that number will continue to grow.”

It is absolutely not true that the terrible stories are heard more often than the “good outcomes.” Jeff Crippen, a pastor who is the founder of the abuse website, A Cry for Justice, commented on the post: “It is not true that there are lots of churches, or even a few churches, that are protecting victims and disciplining abusers. Nope. I have worked in this field almost full time for over 8 years now and have been a pastor for 34 years. And it is absolutely RARE to hear of real justice being done. People who think otherwise are living in dreamland.”

Jimmy Hinton, a pastor who speaks at churches about sexual predators, commented, “I’ve seen way too many pastors teach that it’s the Christian duty of the wife to be “Christ like” and turn the other cheek, try to win him over with her gentle spirit, be patient, etc. Perhaps if some of these pastors were raped, tortured, beaten, and had guns pulled on them like these women do by their husbands, they may change their theology a bit.” Jimmy has said that about half the attendees at every church he speaks at has stayed after his lectures to tell him their stories of sexual abuse–many for the first time. These are just  people who suffered sexual abuse. I wonder how high the number would be if people who suffered from other forms of abuse also spoke up. Jimmy’s father was a pastor who is in prison for molesting numerous children in his congregation. Jimmy continued, “I’d also add that I’ve been speaking at churches for 6 years since my father’s arrest and I have literally not been to one yet where there was not a minimum of 1 registered sex offender. One church had 5 that they knew of. Out of all these churches, only 1 of them actually had looked up the offender’s records. The majority of the churches had never disclosed to the congregation that there were registered sex offenders in the pews. I can only speak from my own experience, but so far nearly every church has taken an extremely soft approach to the most heinous abusers.”

The reality is that most victims do not tell anyone about their abuse. After years of reading marriage books, trying to be a better wife, and dealing with her own sins, when a victim finally reaches the desperate place where she seeks help from the church, their counsel tends to focus on her part of the problem, on her sin of depression, anger, criticism, rebellion, or whatever, as if her response to abuse is equal to the abuser’s torture. Excuse me, but it is as completely normal to respond to abuse with anger, depression, despair, and fear, as it is to feel physical pain when there is a physical injury. I would state that any counselor who focuses on the victims’ “sin” and “her part in the abuse” instead of protecting her from the abuser is absolutely, categorically, committing spiritual malpractice.

Meanwhile, the abuser, who can appear very charming and spiritual, either denies the charges or cries a few tears and is given grace and support. An abusive pastor might be reprimanded and removed from leadership, but in a short time he is back in ministry as if he had done nothing. One FB friend said that the pastor who sexually abused her has become a on-line spiritual coach who “helps” others with marital problems. Most Christians typically defend and protect the abuser and condemn the victim. A court social worker commented at one abuse site that in all her years of being in court with victims, she has seen crowds of church members show up in support of an abuser–even one who had confessed–but has never seen any  show up in support of the victim. Most churches welcome an abuser back into fellowship with open arms and no consequences or limitations. I had a friend whose cousin was a girls’ basketball coach at, I believe, a Christian high school. He was arrested for sexually molesting one of the students. I read in a news report that 30 people wrote letters of support for him. I’m sure my friend and her husband were among them. When she first told me of this situation, she said that she felt really sorry for her cousin because this was going to ruin his life and be hard on his family. Hello? What about the ruined life of the girl he molested?

Victims are typically told by the pastors/counselors that if they speak out against the abuser, they are sinning by gossiping and being judgmental. Some are told that they risk ruining a good man/ministry who does God’s work if they say anythihng. If they continue to speak out, they are dismissed as being angry, bitter, judgmental, and unsubmissive. If they divorce or go to law enforcement to report the abuse, they are told they are not trusting God and are removing themselves from His protection. Because of this, many victims struggle in their faith.

This sort of treatment of victims by churches is not isolated or uncommon. It is very TYPICAL.

I, myself, have experienced such things. When I first experienced abusive behavior from my Mom, I was very confused. Every Christian I went to for counsel told me that my Mom was just wounded and I needed to love and forgive her more. Not one  rebuked HER behavior. No one told me that I was being abused. No one told me that I could set boundaries and didn’t have to tolerate abuse. When EJ’s family discovered (years later) that we had limited contact with their abusive brother, they wholeheartedly supported him while they condemned us. Five or six abuse experts from various organizations have told us that EJ’s brother was definitely, without a doubt, targeting our son for abuse. When EJ told his family doctor what his brother had done, she was upset and was going to immediately turn him in to authorities. She didn’t only because EJ reassured her that it had happened years ago and JJ had said he hadn’t been hurt. I don’t think police can do anything if there is no evidence, but, trust me, if we ever find out that he actually hurts a child, we will turn him in ourselves. Our families have called us angry, bitter, unforgiving, unloving, unChristlike, and without family loyalty because we try to protect ourselves and refuse to submit to abuse. And I have been told by other Christians that I dishonor God, my family, and myself because I do not have contact with my abusive family. I have asked them, “God says he delivers the righteous from the hand of the wicked. So you are telling me that the fact that I was unfortunate enough to be born into an abusive family means that I am doomed to never experience God’s deliverance? And you are saying that a woman who married an abusive man (and for many the abuse doesn’t begin until after they are married) is also doomed to live in torment forever with no deliverance possible? Tell me, in your opinion, exactly who does God deliver?”

Because of the mistreatment most victims receive from the church, many remain silent. Can you blame them? I don’t. They have been traumatized by their abusers and then re-traumatized when they sought help from the church. And most church members, if they are told anything about the situation, are told that the victim left because she was disobedient to God and rebelled against the church. Many (some?) church members are ignorant of what the victims are actually suffering. If a person has not experienced abuse, it is almost impossible to convince them that the teachings are, in fact, damaging and dangerous. They will believe the church leaders who tell them they care about victims, they will believe that the marital advice works, and they will believe that if only a victim were to be loving and forgiving and submissive, there will be a good outcome. People will defend their favorite teacher or teaching before they question whether there is validity in what the victims are saying.

If I try to show people information written by abuse advocates then it merely becomes “my” expert versus “yours”–and, of course, you will consider “your” expert to be more Biblical than mine. So I have tried to encourage Christians who think church teaching/counsel is helpful to start listening to what the victims themselves are saying about how they were treated by the church and how they were affected by their counsel. But I don’t think any of these people have actually listened to the victims–because everyone knows that the victims who speak out are angry, bitter, unloving, unforgiving, unsubmissive, unChristlike, and in rebellion. And, of course, if they are told that there are hundreds of stories of victims who have suffered from church counseling, they say that I am reading too many terrible victim stories and not enough good ones. It’s really a Catch 22. If a victim doesn’t speak, her stories are not heard.  If she speaks too loudly, people get offended, assume the victim is bitter, and stop listening.

(I’m banging my head against the wall now.)

I have found that the only people who believe a victim are other victims. The sad thing is that when a person is victimized and begins to understand abuse, in the eyes of other Christians they have joined the group of victims whose testimonies are not believed–because in the eyes of the Christians the victims are angry, bitter, and need to repent of their sins. It’s an impossible situation. Those who have not experienced abuse don’t listen to or believe victims while those who have experienced abuse are not believed or heard.

I think that many Christians mean well and are just ignorant about the dynamics of abuse. I know that until I experienced abuse, I also believed the teachings, and I thought my Mom/family was loving, and I defended her when people said otherwise. It was only when I resisted her excessive control that I experienced my Mom’s “ugliness.”  I have pondered what the difference is between those who are merely ignorant and those who are active participants/enablers in the abuse–or are, themselves, abusers. It can be difficult to tell, but I think that those who are merely ignorant will eventually seek the truth. It might take years, and it might not be until they have experienced abuse, but they will eventually open their eyes and wake up. Those who are active participants in abuse are willfully blind. They will assume that what they know is the only BIBLICAL TRUTH. They assume they know how to help victims without ever actually listening to them.  This is arrogance.

I think that if a person wants to learn about a topic, they should go to the person who has experience with it. Ask a computer nerd questions about computer problems. Ask a single Mom about the challenges of single parenting. Ask parents who have adopted children about adoption. Ask a native of a country about their country. They can all answer questions because they have first-hand experience with it. So why is it so hard to understand that it’s best to ask victims about abuse, and about how various teachings have affected them?  Don’t minimize or ignore all the hundreds and hundreds–probably even thousands–of abuse stories.

I’m frustrated by people who refuse to listen to or believe the victims. It upsets me so much that sometimes I wonder why I even try to speak up. It’s easier to just keep quiet. But then a victim will privately message me to thank me for speaking out, and I think THAT is the reason why I speak. Also, I always have some hope (although small) that an ignorant person will be willing to hear and see.

“Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves;
ensure justice for those being crushed.
Yes, speak up for the poor and helpless,
and see that they get justice”
(Proverbs 31:8-9 NLT).

“Learn to do good; seek justice [setting things right],
correct oppression; bring justice to the fatherless, plead the widow’s cause.”
(Isa. 1:17)

Update: Rebecca Davis has written a second post about the lecture, and I believe she’s writing a third. You can find the first two here:

Should Texas church shooter’s wife have gotten “Biblical counseling”?

Don’t be a martyr, but do suffer in your marriage to an angry husband (and other “Biblical counseling”)

The Post

Yesterday–or maybe Saturday–I was sitting in my chair by the window when I saw Miss Madeline Meadows trotting along the edge of the forest, heading downhill. Suddenly, some birds flew up to the birdfeeders. Their movement caught Madeline’s attention. She turned around and headed back toward the house with her eyes focused on the bird feeders. I thought, “Uh, oh, this is going to be a problem.” I don’t mind Madeline hunting mice, shrews, voles, and moles, but I don’t want her hunting birds.

I worried that the bird feeder poles were too short, giving Madeline easy access to the birdfeeders…and the birds. This morning I sat in my chair and considered how to lift the birdfeeders higher, out of reach.

I decided that I would use a tall wooden post. The problem is that all the posts are in use. Most of them are holding up the fencing to the duck and chicken pens and a few are holding up climbing roses. I decided to “steal” one of the wooden posts holding up the climbing rose bush. I’ll find something else to hold up the roses next spring. I pulled out all the metal birdfeeder poles and used the post hole digger to dig a hole. Fortunately, the weather has been relatively warm so the ground is not frozen or covered in several feet of snow. Once the hole was deep enough, I put in the wooden post. I went inside the house several times and sat in both EJ’s chair and mine to make sure we could both clearly see the post through the window.

I nailed two pretty brackets that we had lying around to the post. I think EJ had bought them at a thrift store or yard sale years ago. (I’m not sure whether to call them brackets or hooks. I’ll call them brackets.)

The birdfeeder post I made.

I hung up some of the birdfeeders on the brackets, but I really needed more brackets to hang up the rest of the feeders. I couldn’t find any more brackets in the garage. I eyed the metal bird feeder poles. They have brackets that would work perfectly–except that the brackets are permanently attached to small metal tubes that were made to slide onto the metal poles. There is a hole in the tube to attach it to the pole with a screw. With the tube on the bracket, there was no way that I could fasten it to a wooden post. I studied the problem and figured out a solution. I got a slender wooden board from EJ’s supply in the garage. I slid the board through the tube, and nailed the tube to the board using the screw hole. Then I simply nailed the board to the post. It worked really well. I took another bracket-tube from a birdfeeder pole and fastened it to the other side of the wooden post in the same way. Then I hung up the rest of the birdfeeders.

Of course, Miss Madeline Meadows can climb trees so I assume that she would have no problem also climbing a wooden post. To prevent this (hopefully), I loosely fastened a bit of chicken fencing around the lower part of the post.

As I worked, birds constantly flew around the feeder. I could hear the thrumming of their wings all around me. It was pretty cool.

I figured that my plan would work, but I was surprised at how pretty it was when I finished it. Best of all, with only one post holding all the feeders, my view is actually less hindered than when I had multiple poles set up. And the birds seem really happy with it. I am proud of my work.

We’ve had some beautiful sunrises and sunsets lately. This is a photo of tonight’s sunset:

Tonight’s sunset

 

Stranger Things

EJ and I enjoy watching movies and TV programs together on Netflix or Amazon Prime. For the last week or so, we have been watching a Netflix series called Stranger Things. I’ve never liked scary horror movies so I wasn’t going to watch it, but I’ve been hearing about the series, I wanted something new to watch, and I thought I would give it a try. I discovered that it’s an interesting series that is scary but not too scary and not too gruesome–although at times I did hide my eyes. The series was set in the 1980s, which brings back a lot of memories of when we were younger. It’s clever in that the story weaves several different genres together–government conspiracy, teen monster movie, and a coming-of-age and friendship story of a group of young kids. It also pulls familiar elements of different movies from that era together. It feels as if the creators are honoring the genres and familiar movies while fashioning them into a new story.

I’m not mentioning Stranger Things merely to review the series. Throughout my life I’ve  always felt exasperated when people in a movie hear a strange noise and go to investigated it. Like, duh, they are in a scary dark forest or spooky abandoned house where they know a monster or killer is potentially lurking and they decide it’s a good idea to grab a flashlight and go off into the dark to investigate? How stupid can they be? I always felt that I would be much smarter than that. I would run away to a safe place.

Last night EJ and I were on the edge of our chairs watching the exciting climax of the last episode of the second season of Stranger Things. We were at the place where the characters were surrounded by monsters, facing insurmountable odds, there was no way they would escape…then Danny suddenly decided that he really needed to go outside. NOW. Sigh. So I paused the program–right in the middle of the exciting part–and EJ and I took Danny outside. EJ wasn’t going to let me go out in the dark scary forest alone. While we were waiting for Danny to finish “his business,” we suddenly heard a weird noise–a screeching yowling growl down the driveway. So did we rush inside where it’s safe? Noooooo. We quickly took Danny inside, grabbed a couple of flashlights, and walked into the dark, dark night to investigate the scary noise. As we walked, we kept telling each other that this is the point at which the alien, the monster, the killer will drag us into the forest to kill us–and maybe eat us.

We thought the strange yowling was probably a cat. We weren’t sure if one of our cats was fighting with our neighbor’s cat or if a cat was being menaced by a predator like a raccoon, a coyote, or a bear. We considered the possibility that it could have been a killer or alien mimicking the yowl of a cat to lure us into the forest. The point is that we didn’t know and we walked into the dark to investigate anyway. Just like those foolish people in the scary movies.

I really thought we were so much better than this. I really thought we would be smarter than to investigate strange noises in a dark forest at night.

But we aren’t.

It’s disappointing to learn this about us.

 

Thanksgiving and After

On Thursday I had planned to wish all my USA readers a HAPPY THANKSGIVING! but I was so busy preparing our meal that I never got around to it. Oops. Sorry. But I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving.

EJ helped me prepared our Thanksgiving dinner. He’s good like that. He always cooks the turkey, and this year he cooked the pumpkin, which we ate as squash. Our roaster oven died, so we had to cook the turkey in the oven. Once it was done, we quickly put other items in the oven to bake. I made homemade rolls big enough that we could use them for turkey sandwiches later. We had stuffing, green bean casserole, sweet potatoes, a relish tray, and pumpkin, mincemeat, and cherry pie. Yum.

It was just the three of us. My family is emotionally abusive and is no longer in our lives, and most of EJ’s family is similar. Some of EJ’s family tried to pressure (bully, insult) us a couple of years ago into allowing a very toxic brother–whom every abuse expert we talked with said had definitely, without doubt, been victim-grooming our son–unlimited contact into our lives. They defended him and insulted us when we refused to put ourselves at risk. This is completely unacceptable to us so they will not be a part of our lives until they can acknowledge that they violated our boundaries and promise to respect them in the future. We firmly believe that individuals and families have the right to make decisions for their own selves, but they don’t have the right to make decisions for others. (By family, we mean parents make decisions for their own family unit. We don’t mean that relatives get to dictate what everyone does.) EJ doesn’t expect his family to ever apologize so…except for a couple siblings, we basically have no family. However, after years and years of struggling with abuse, we are so done with putting up with toxic people who bully, who try to control others, who violate personal boundaries, and who refuse to acknowledge wrongdoing. Enough is enough and we will tolerate no more.

Many survivors of abusive families find the holidays very difficult because of all the posts, articles, photos, etc. about people enjoying their wonderful loving families. The support groups are filled with struggle, pain, and heartbreak during this season. I used to really struggle during the holidays but not so much anymore. I still feel an occasional stab of grief/loss for the loving family that we don’t have but mostly I accept what is instead of longing for what isn’t. It’s not like our families have really ever been there for us through the years anyway. Instead, we have grown to deeply value spending a quiet, peaceable day with each other. We very much enjoy the lack of tension, discomfort, and the hectic busyness. We had a wonderful Thanksgiving day. The day included EJ chatting with his friend on the phone and me chatting with mine. We consider these loving friends to be our “adopted” families.

JJ didn’t have to work on Thursday or Friday. He’s back at work today working a 12-hour shift at the mall. EJ also had Thursday and Friday off from work. He doesn’t have to return to work until Monday.

The beautiful bay

We never, ever participate in the madness of Black Friday shopping. There is nothing we ever want badly enough to motivate us to get up in the middle of the night to battle the hordes of nasty shoppers that fill the stores after Thanksgiving. However, we did go to a few stores later in the day after all the crowds of people were gone. EJ needed to stop at the auto parts store and there were good sales at TSC where I bought poultry feed, suet cakes, wild bird seed, and canned cat food.

I always love our drives–even just to the stores. We drove by the bay yesterday and it was a beautiful green color. The color and look of the bay changes from day to day–or even from moment to moment.

Unbaked turkey pies.

I love to make homemade pot pies with leftover Thanksgiving turkey so on Friday afternoon I made the filling for pies. I didn’t make the pie dough until this morning. I ended up making two pot pies. I made a turkey design in the center with a cookie cutter. I baked one pie for lunch and put the other in the chest freezer for another day. I didn’t have enough pie dough for another pie so I made some little cupcake-sized pies instead with the remaining dough. I found it difficult to put a top crust on, so I just cut little stars with a cookie cutter and put them on the filling. The cupcake pies turned out quite well. I still have a lot of leftover turkey so I might make more pies to freeze tomorrow. It’s nice to be able to just get out a frozen pie to bake when I need a quick meal.

EJ and I also cleaned the house this morning. We wanted it to look nice for our guests. EJ met a guy on FB a while back, and they had so much in common that they went fishing together last summer. The guy and his wife came to visit today. They are very nice people and we really enjoyed visiting with them. I hope there are more visits in the future.