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Here we go, finally starting to turn around here. Won't be long till the really big spiders come out and make their insanely gigantic webs across the yard.

Hawk watch. I'm not sure bunching up and freezing into place is the right move when a big hawk drops down and soars right over (I'm pretty sure that wing span was nearly as wide as I am tall). Red-Tailed Hawk | Missouri Department of Conservation

They stayed in that tight little knot all the way up to the house, but did a very thorough bug genocide over a ten foot wide strip between their house and mine. Chicken herding has never been easier than with this bunch.
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Glade Top Trail

I don't think I had been on Glade Top Trail in over 20 years. I've been sandwiched into between metro and tourist cities in a rural covenanted subdivision for so long that I kinda feel like I'm caught in a rat race. I lived on hundreds of acres near national forest during high school, so yesterday was awesome to get out and really breathe, even if it was only metaphorical. My histamines shot through the roof, so I had to crank up the benadryl a little.

My dad is one county over. The countryside from here to there is like night and day. This is still pretty tame a little over halfway to his house.

Most tourists come through the Ozarks and think they're seeing rugged and beautiful, but it's usually from the comfort and safety of people milling around a theme park or zipline. Seeing 'the woods' from a highway isn't the woods. My first 14 years were spent in New Mexico thinking that 'woods' were the pine trees in the Colorado mountains. I couldn't imagine the kind of woods in "Where the Red Fern Grows", more like jungle growing right up out of steep jagged flint, the bones of the earth. We moved to the Ozarks when I was first hitting high school, and we lived in The Woods, creepy and magical, just like in fairy tales. "Wild thing from the wild woods, what do you want?" (Kipling, Just So Stories) Our dog was part coyote, one of our cats was half bobcat. I know because I saw that thing born from a stray cat out of the woods, the hugest ugliest tailless kitten we ever saw, and only room for one. I don't know how that birth didn't kill the mother. That kitten was bigger than she was when it was only half grown and never would tame down. Also, have to add this, us kids walked a mile one way just to get on a school bus, regardless of the weather. One day we stepped over a black snake stretched across the dirt road, well over 5 feet long. Never catch those and keep them in a jar, by the way, they really smell bad.

You don't properly leave 'metro' until you've passed this point, the highest elevation for miles before a twisty plunge into another world decades behind this one. It's kind of like traveling back into the 1970's for me, but back in the 80's it was like going back to the 50's. Every time I travel through this countryside I imagine Hobbits traveling by pony to far away places, and how hard it would be for me without the highway. I think we take highways way too for granted nowadays.

And at that point I passed a house that has never had electricity. That's a pretty rare thing, even in the most rural areas, and it's right on the highway. I've been in that house, the people are sane and normal, they just like living without distraction. I doubt they have the kinds of anxiety issues that plague nearly one fifth of American adults, including me. The United States of Anxiety

We picked up my sister before we went to Dad's. She lives down this magical road. Do you believe in fairies and pixies?

Don't worry, she's a big believer in electricity, even though she's hand quilting a project from scratch. I don't have the patience for that. I noticed she's got a bumper crop of persimmons, the equivalent of deer candy.

Dropped a bunch of homemade goodies in my dad's freezer (it's his birthday, he's 83 now) and put him in the front with the atlas. All us kids grew up with an atlas, learning to 'navigate'. We're all sort of obsessed with maps because of that, me to the point where I took a cartography class in my resource planning degree program so I could learn the history of how they are made, and even make one myself. I loved visiting the big map room in the college library, but back to Dad. He refuses to join our modern age, so it was all about that atlas, although he eventually got so fascinated by the Tom-Tom that he couldn't put it down.

All roads lead to Rome, they say, so it wasn't long until we were driving over the historical Rome bridge, originally built in 1913 and closed to traffic for a time in 2007 for severe structural deficiency. But little things like that don't stop anyone from driving over it. Never saw a warning posted this time.

We overshot and wound up way on the other side of Glade Top, thanx to a sign being shorn right off a metal pole, possibly from a tornado that skipped through awhile back. We had to turn around and go back up this highway. Can you imagine how beautiful this scene will be in a few more weeks when the foliage turns?

We eventually arrived, and x marked the spot on the map.

There are plenty of places to stop and take in views all around.

We probably saw a hundred squirrels and a couple of wild turkeys, but I was more focused on trying not to look down the sheer drop offs along one side of the road. My sister's girl made up a ghost story during a field trip to Glade Top about a young married couple who plunged to their deaths in a Model T, and the story gets retold to this day. Kinda makes you wonder if most ghost stories are started by kids, and they're around so long it becomes 'fact'. That was almost 20 years ago. Note of trivia- my sister's mother-in-law's family owned the Glade Top property until the government incorporated it into the Mark Twain National Forest.

I've always had a hard time driving along steep drops, so I asked my sister if she remembered how we'd ask to ride in the back of the pickup when Dad took us up mountains so we could plan on bailing and leaping out before he slid off and rolled down a steep mountainside, and she totally remembered it. Dad would drive as close to the edge as possible so he could get a better view, and more than once we felt a tire slip. I utterly trust my dad, he has never ever let anything bad happen to us, but more because he walked the line of faith than held an arm in front of us. I grew up feeling like I need to be ready to bail in case of utter disaster and annihilation, even though it never happened. To this day I feel safer in the bed of a pickup than I do in the front seat, and I still have nightmares about driving up 90 degree inclines and clinging for dear life to the steering wheel and praying the whole vehicle doesn't just fall off the road backwards. Come to find out, so does my sister... It was very hard for me to sit through watching the Titanic sinking because I know what hanging onto the pickup felt like going up and down steep hills. As I got older I realized I could get out and walk, and I did, far enough away so I'd be clear of where the pickup might roll. But it never did.

That atlas gave us stuff to bicker about several times. Dad was like a robot caught in a logic loop over the 'missing' road numbers (take a plat map if you go!), and my sister finally grabbed the atlas and became the navigator. I knew before I ever got to Dad's it would be like this, having grown up with the guy, so I got a big kick out of the whole thing. And it turned out I was right, we had crossed over into Taney County, and then cross back into Ozark County as we twisted around the little mountain.

The server move chopped out my short videos and isn't letting me put them back in yet, but you can still see what riding in the car with my dad was like. Drive with Dad-1 and Drive with Dad-2

Missouri still has execution laws.

Finally reached a nice picnic area near the top. They keep it fixed up because there are so many local groups and activities on Glade Top, including the Foxtrotters (horses) and the annual Flaming Fall Revue: A Barbecue and Music Event. You can see the old fire tower still standing. When our kids were young, people would still climb it, but I think now they've got warnings on it now because it's getting too old.

After Glade Top we went out a different way to Theodosia to eat lunch at Cookie's by the marina. Scott couldn't resist the homemade malt.

Then we cut back through around Glade Top. I found the whole drive to be very satisfying after a hectic year in my own life.

And I'm a little envious of some of the people living on the rolling land around there. You never know where people will lose themselves when they've got the money to live the sustainable life, and I was a little surprised at a few of the 'mansions' tucked away in the hills.

For those who read the pre-drive post and are curious, no, Dad never did start building his coffin yet. In a couple weeks it'll be 3 years since Mom died, and it's really hard being alone after a long marriage. I'm also thrilled that this drive experiment went so well, I've barely been able to travel or sit in a car very long for about 5 years, and apparently the stuff I'm learning in physical therapy and strength training is working really well. I was able to control my pain levels just by getting out of the car every little bit and doing certain extension exercises, and if I can maintain that kind of control, I might be able to start traveling again. #veryexciting

:edit: I caught my sister on video talking about when she stayed at a cabin at Star Valley Retreat right there at Glade Top Trail, so if anyone reading this post is wondering about where to stay if they come scout out the Glade Top Trail side of Mark Twain National Forest, you can keep up with their current events and specials at Star Valley Retreat on Facebook.
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it's Halloween all year long with us
I never know what I'm going to see driving around town. Today it was this. #greenwithenvy
Let's see, what else is going on lately? I thought I'd be updating more often, but it seems to be more like monthly assessments.

Physical therapy has me nearly back to superhero status. Ok, midlife superhero status. Kinda different rating scale on that nowadays.

Those giant mirrors all over physical therapy are taunting me into an opportunity that I hope will be magically easy, like my first go round on a 1500 calorie diet a couple of years ago. 50 pounds melted right off me over 4 months with me hardly even trying before I plateaued, and all I did was count calories and especially carbs. That's 5 bowling balls. Or a giant sack of cat food, whichever way you want to look at it.

I didn't bloat up the easy and fun way on yummy stuff, I did most of it during 9 months of daily steroids while I was real sick for a long time. It sucked. I vowed to do everything in my power to never get that sick again if I could possibly prevent it, and what has come out of that is I can't say enough how diet change actually really works. Anyway, may as well take it all the way, right? Yeah, baby! Time to finish what I started.

Kinda been a little busier lately getting ready to go see my dad. His birthday is next week, so I asked him if he'd like to get out for a drive (he's over 80), and it sounds like he's got a doozy planned out, roaming around the countryside like he always loved to do. When we were kids he'd sometimes take us on drives up to the mountains, or to go see some Indian ruins. These weren't the typical fun outings, where you stop and get a pop on the way home. No, we were so worn out and starving and dying of thirst by the time we finally dragged back home that I developed a hearty loathing of driving around, until I got my own car and my own money and stopped whenever I jolly well felt like it for what I jolly well wanted. Anyway, one day Dad piled us in the back of the pickup and drove us out across some guy's big ranch in New Mexico to see a petrified log and pottery shards and stuff, pretty big acreage, and on the way back out of there he hit a rut or something and I went flying right off the back of the truck. He didn't slow down, didn't even know I was missing, and I picked myself up and started hauling it like crazy and managed to catch up and sorta lunge back onto the truck before I lost all my wind. I had no doubt in my mind that if I didn't make it, he might not be back for awhile (and I was already sunburned and so thirsty I could barely swallow), because he was busy yapping in the cab to someone and wouldn't pay that much attention to the kids beating on the back glass. This is the guy we're taking out for a drive this weekend. He's so excited he can hardly stand it. For some reason I think that is pretty funny.

And what else do you get an old Mennonite for his birthday? I told him I'd mix up a bunch of little meatloaves to put up in his freezer to cook later through the year, and make him some rolls and cookies. Really curious to see if he ever got started on the homemade coffin he got all excited about making last winter. He repeatedly went over detailed instructions with me on the phone on all the ways we are NOT to save his life if it comes down to it. Here you go, something from my private blog awhile back. Please be advised that the reason I usually put stuff like this in private is because I say horrible things that generally aren't taken well by the public, but it 'splains a lot.

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

an Addams Family Christmas

Back on track. Little tiny chicken in a little tiny pot on the stove, so cute! Laundry going. Bathed. Ate a big salad for breakfast. Beans for lunch pretty soon. Couple scrabble games with Sal. Discussed Dad's insistence that all us kids sign and notarize his last wishes...

I think we're way more morbid than the Addams family sometimes. The details are stupid and incredible. I argued with him a couple weeks ago about how we are *not* going to let him lay till he dies if he falls and beaks a hip, that's extreme negligence and any authority would come after us over it. There is no way I'm pulling his gold teeth out of his head *myself*. ~gag~ No, I refuse, don't want that memory, Dad. Nope, not getting in a big fight with anyone because I won't let anyone comfort your cries of pain that will probably last *looking at watch* DAYS while we withhold food and water on top of the injury or illness... What a horrible memory for the grandkids, especially, and we'd have to be outright monsters to do that. I know Julie and John could never live with that kind of guilt. And if you *do* happen to lay there in your bodily wastes before we find you, we are NOT letting you keep laying in them, BUT, I am NOT cleaning you up myself. Either way, that's just nasty.

Seriously. Yes, I had this conversation with my dad. And apparently he has moved on to Sal.

So we're digging up paperwork he can fill out as an addendum to the power of attorney we already have, so he can be explicit in all his last wishes. Very explicit. Shockingly explicit. Let me lay in my excrement in horrible agony with no offer of food or water, no matter how long it takes me to die, even if it's not necessarily a life threatening condition unless I simply just can't get up by myself.... I've never even seen him do that to a farm animal if there was a way to either get it up or put it down. He would go hand feed it, even if he was too stupid to call a vet, so I don't know why he thinks we could do this to another human being.

Sal thinks we should go ahead and dig his hole and give it to him for Christmas. She's awesome. He wants to be buried super fast, even faster than Mom if possible (right around 12-13 hours for her), and Sal and I are thinking if John's out on the road, he's going to miss the whole thing. I asked Dad if he wants us to open the casket and see if he's really in there, he said just a crack, I said I'll bring a flashlight... He adamantly does not want any kids putting stuff in the casket (preferably a cardboard box...) with him like they did Mom. I'm thinking how cathartic it would be to put in all the stuff he can't bring himself to throw away. Old utensils. 30 year old magazines...

Well, enough of that yap. Falalalala, as they say this time of year. We're hoping he goes in his sleep just so we won't have to deal with anything, but since this could drag on for years, I'm sure we'll thoroughly discuss it to death long before he ever really croaks off.

What a charming day I'm having.

I watched Attack of the Clones yesterday, today I'm about to start Revenge of the Sith. Just need something Christmasy, you know? Keep that ol' holiday spirit going.

Anyway, we've got it all ironed out, if all he does is simply break a leg and it gets infected because he refuses to go to a doctor and have it set and it swells up all purple and he can't even get around his house to take care of himself, he's now decided that he has the will power to will himself to death before he'd actually die of thirst. And he will lay himself down in his homemade coffin, and if he doesn't answer his phone for awhile and we come over to check on him, we are NOT to touch him or the coffin until he's actually really dead. Then we are still under instruction to get the gold yanked out of his teeth ourselves so the funeral home people don't rip it off, and then get him into the ground ASAP before we call any relatives.

Personally, just to get even with the guy for all this pre-death stress, I think we should send out invitations to a Macabre Party and throw a huge wake. Maybe angle for gold.

But in the meantime, I'm kinda looking forward to getting out with my dad for a drive around the countryside. I'll pack some snacky stuff in a cooler and take the camera, and maybe a half a vicodin just in case.

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cackleberry factory

Morgana has taken over as lead hen since she started laying. Very bossy!

All six hens are laying now, bringing in about five eggs a day, just in time to start mixing up cookie doughs and other good stuff to put up into the freezer for holidays.
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Lexx 1: I Worship His Shadow, part one
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"I am Kai, last of the Brunnen G.   Millenia ago, the Brunnen G led humanity to victory in the war against the Insect Civilization. The Time Prophet predicted that I would be the one to destroy the Divine Order in the League of 20,000 Planets. Someday, that will happen. But not today, because today is my day of death- the day our story begins."

There is no way I can cover the whole first movie with the screen shots I want to highlight, so I'm breaking "I Worship His Shadow" down into several posts.

Images in this post click back to original sources. Some images are thumbnailed for loading convenience, they will click back to original source or to full size if it's mine.  I still want to add a little more detail (in some shots the characters might be blurry, but the Insect tech will be more sharp, etc), so I am doing what any fan on the planet can do, I am using my Nikon Coolpix 10X wide FullHD camera to take pix of my Vizio 1080P FullHD TV screen and clipping them down so we can see some really cool stuff (so yeah, you'll see the pause button in some of them). I'm also running my dvd through the blu-ray. My only frustration is the room lighting and screen reflections, but overall, I'm pretty satisfied with what I'm doing. I have equipment, but I like to play. As fans or as film students, The Lexx series is well worth the extra study because it's so different, fresh, and timeless. It's incredible what you see frame advancing on pause, because this show sometimes goes so fast, and they don't slow down and explain anything.

Ok, sorry, back to I Worship His Shadow.

We open with a battle scene as a few warriors leave Brunnis 2 to take on His Shadow's planet killer, the Foreshadow. We get more details later in season two's episode "Brigadoon".

The Brunnen G have Insect technology, but it's never disclosed throughout the series where they got it from or how long they've had it. All we know in the beginning is that they are an ancient race of romantic dreamers.



Kai is in command of the tiny squadron, and is the only one to evade annihilation and make his way to the Foreshadow's control pod, while Brunnis 2 burns in death throes behind him.

In a last ditch move, Kai ducks through the power grid and follows one of the Foreshadow's main arms to the central command deck. This is a very quick but very detailed scene, well worth the frame advance so you can catch his strategy and all the detail along that arm.

You can see the command center (the control pod Kai is talking about) is at the heart of the Foreshadow and facing toward the planet it is destroying.

The collision is horrific, and the control pod is, indeed, smashed open to space, the Insect gunner that Kai is piloting shears into pieces and lands upside down, skidding through shards and fire, and Kai is violently thrown out at His Shadow's feet while the control pod shields automatically close to seal off the venting atmosphere and stabilizes the command center.



Although Kai's body is broken and he can't move, he remains defiant with his last ragged breaths.

Kai: His Shadow.
HS: His Divine Shadow, yes.
Kai: The Brunnen G will defeat you.
HS: I don't think so. The power of Order has destroyed your planet. The power of Order will destroy you, and you were the last of the Brunnen G left alive.
Kai: The Time Prophet has seen your Order destroyed by the Brunnen G.
HS: The Time Prophet's vision appears to be flawed.

His Shadow draws a curved dagger and slips it into Kai's body.

Then His Shadow takes Kai's memories.

"This last specimen of the now extinct culture of romantic dreamers merits punishment beyond death. Transport it to the bioscholars." This Cluster symbol is a big deal, and you find out what it represents in the fourth movie.

And then His Shadow finds it curious that Kai's shattered ship was an Insect.

What does it all mean? Where can it go from here? The hero is already dead! The bad guy won only 6 minutes into the movie!

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putting our purple on

Here we go!

This is the unofficial start of the holiday season for us. Every week is a mini party with football and food, and holidays only make it more intense when they roll around. Scott's got 6 fantasy teams this year. I played fantasy a couple years and got too emotionally wrapped up in it, so I stay back and watch. I get way too stressed out to interact well with others. I really think females would kill wars because we would END THEM by stomping everyone FLAT, haha.

So we're kicking off with big yummy breakfast, and filet mignons later, and the weather is going to be nice today so we can have the windows open, Redzone ready to go...
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visitors

Shot this through a screened window.
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Saving Mr. S Thompson

People have been pushing me to publish for years, so I think it's funny that my daughter is getting published before me. They sent her the cover art this week.
LARPing the night away

So last night I attended a local fundraiser award banquet, just this tiny thing in a small community building, and nearly everyone there was on the nomination list somewhere because they were both the fund raisers and the charity recipients, which really isn't that odd considering it's the only way they can drum up any money at all. I found a seat at one of the gussied up card tables and parked my gear (i.e. purse, mostly), and then wandered around meeting and greeting and asking some of the nominees to pose with some of the visitors before the ceremony got under way. Very casual, good food smell coming from somewhere, everyone's jovial in their fancied up wheelchairs and prosthetics, and I heard one say, "Not there, I'm saving that chair for Aisha Tyler." ~really???~ *wow*

I took that with a grain of salt, you really don't know if a person is living in another little world or something, but I was really impressed that someone in that little building even knew who she was, so I was all like Hey, that's cool, I'm glad she's coming, hope you win your award category. And I was about to go find my seat when in walks *~*AISHA TYLER*~*, and I about fell over, omgshecutoffallherhair. I mean, she looked great, she always looks great, but seriously, it was *gone*. Eventually she mentioned having her hair all cut off for a show she's doing, and how they wanted her to go all gold glitter kind of look with flaming orange hair cut real short, and it really was hot on her, but still, a shock. Heads are really gonna turn when that show airs.

We all got through the usual typical tiny local thing, much eating and clapping and yapping and laughing, and it got late so people filtered out, and there were only a few of us left. I was taking a few last notes to keep my camera organized, lotta stuff to go home and load and sort and post, alone at my table, and a couple of people plunked themselves down, Aisha and the other chick from that show... dang, I can't remember that show. But she looked so familiar.

So we started a little light yap about how it went and what they thought about a show I liked that they were both in, and the woman I couldn't remember suddenly asked me, "You are really into that show, aren't you?" And there I went, that was my trigger. I'm not a big talker until you trigger me. I'm all like What? No! I mean, yeah, it's a good show to role play, but we use it more like an instruction manual. You know how you get something cool and you don't want to wait and read the manual, so you just start doing it, and then you get stuck on something and have to go read the manual. Well, we did that, go climb the cliffs and throw the rope and die on the tree and burn the village and stuff, but then we'd be all like what did they do next? So we went back and watched some more of the show, and we're all like They did THAT?? I can't believe they did THAT. And then one time we got stuck in the part where the whole village enacts the Induction Ceremony, so we started watching the show again and got up to this one episode where they changed everything, YOU know the one (the woman I couldn't quite placed nodded, oh, yes, she knew exactly which one), and we're all *seriously*?!? So the next time Jimmy came over he was about to go to the Heaven Camp after he got killed and we told him "No, you've gotta go over here now. No, you just stand there. Because they just stood there in the show, that's why." And Aisha and the other woman knew exactly what I was talking about and thought it was funny.

And then I wake up and I'm kinda sitting there remembering this dream, and I go Um, ok, what. the. hell. I really wish I could use backward italics there because that's where you sorta sit there with your mind frozen and mentally kinda leaning back away from the weirdness of how real that all just felt.

Been awhile since I've had to do pain meds around the clock. Getting a little too interesting. And what the heck show was that, anyway? We burned a village?! The only thing that comes to mind is Trogdor... I think I crossed over into a parallel earth or something.
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Marcel

Life gets a little sucky sometimes, and that's when it's good to have a friend. This is Marcel. He thinks he's looking cool and nonchalant.

I had to see my dr today for follow up after urgent care this weekend. There was mention of possible MRI, and since my claustrophobia is more ridiculous than Scott's fear of needles, Marcel didn't have to bribe me to let him go with. Marcel ~luvs~ MRIs.

So I'm looking at that and going Isthatreallyhowmyhairlooks?!?, so I took another one just to make sure. Guess it's ok. I'm not keen on it right now, but I'm too allergic to hair care products to waste my time bemoaning anything.

So Marcel got into the car and immediately took over.

We both like this song.

The thing about Marcel is that he and I both know we're not crazy, but other people don't know that. I can only imagine what the other person in the elevator thought when Marcel pushed the button.

We took a library book to read in the waiting room, Carpe Jugulum. Marcel thinks Terry Pratchett is the bomb. The old ladies around us thought Marcel was precious. He behaved well and quietly minded his manners.

I didn't get sent to have an MRI after all, which kinda bummed Marcel out, so he asked to drive home and I wouldn't let him.

A long time ago I started enjoying one of several violent spinal injuries called an Internal Disc Disruption. Four different times it has flared up enough to make walking nearly impossible (longest was 3 months), and the last two times it has nearly shut down my bladder. What feels like the worst UTI ever is really just a very inflamed nerve in my spine. Everything's fine otherwise.

I'm allergic to so many kinds of meds that I can barely treat for pain at all. Marcel helps me out a lot when I can't take driving and sitting in hard chairs and keeping a nice face on in public. I'm sure other people think I'm nuts, but it really does work to have a funny little distraction. I'm pretty good with pain because I've had so much practice.

Marcel has his own pinterest board. He keeps telling me one of these days he's going to catch one of the chickens and ride it around the yard, but I won't let him.

So anyway, back to physical therapy, core strength training, chiropractor, and ice packs. I wrote down what happened to me, and a guy that read it gave me the thumbs up. He likes the way I write.

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