Riverboats, Koi and the Colorado River

Last weekend, we visited Rich’s parents in Bullhead City, which is on the Arizona side of the Colorado River. On the other shore is Laughlin, Nevada, where we stayed at the fabulous Colorado Belle casino. Built in the early 1980’s, in the shape of a huge riverboat, it features perky red and white decorations, flocked wallpaper, crystal and brass chandeliers, and wall-sized paintings of river scenes with women in long dressed holding parasols and men in straw hats in seersucker suits.
 
On the first floor was the casino with a grand staircase, leading to the themed restaurants on the second floor, each decorated according to its name – Captain Buffet was nautical, Mississippi Lounge was elegant French Quarter, Mark Twain’s was rustic, Orleans Room reminded me of an old-fashioned ice cream shop, and I don’t remember how the Paddlewheel was decorated.
 
Downstairs was the Broiler Room, which Rich and I walked through on our last day at the casino. Promoted as Laughlin’s only brewery, it was memorably decorated with huge pipes, charts, instrumentation, riveted walls, and funky equipment as if you were below deck on a ship built by Jules Verne. Woven into the décor was the copper brewing and serving tanks.
 
Surrounding most of the Colorado Belle was a moat filled with koi fish, varying in size and color. The largest fish must have been two feet in length and according to a sign, weigh fifteen pounds or more. Strategic placed around the moat were fish food dispensers. For a quarter, you could get a handful of food to toss into the moat. The fish would instantly swim to the food, the larger fish pushing the smaller ones out of the water in a swirling mass of shiny orange, yellow, white and black.
 
On several occasions, we watched a throng of koi swim under a duck and push it out of the water in pursue of fish pellets. The duck would walk across the koi until it found a patch of water then nonchalantly swim away. It was a humorous symbiotic relationship.
 
In the Colorado River, which abuts the Colorado Belle, you could see large, black carp (koi are also carp) swimming in the clear aquamarine water. Intermittently, a rainbow trout would swim by. It was very enjoyable spending the morning, before the temperature rose above 100-degrees, walking along the river and when necessary, darting into a casino to cool off.
 
To answer the obvious question, the only slot machines we played were the fish food dispensers. Every quarter you put in paid off… at least for the koi and ducks.
 
It was a very pleasant few days visiting with Rich’s parents, wandering through the Colorado Belle, seeing the sites around Laughlin and Bullhead City where Rich spent many summer days, and eating way too much at the casino buffets.
 
On the way to the Las Vegas Airport, we made a quick stop at the Hoover Dam and Boulder City. The latter was constructed during the Great Depression as a "model" city where American people could look for hope for a better future. It was designed to house the workers who built the Hoover Dam and had many strict rules for behavior, including no alcohol. Happily, the fabulous stucco and tile-roofed buildings and house that were built in the city in the early 1930’s have been lovingly maintained and were a delight to see. I love 30’s architecture.
 
The Hoover Dam… the only way to describe the dam is to string together a handful of adjectives because it’s truly breathtaking, incomprehensible, a testament to man’s determination, and as mighty as a skyscraper. Built between 1931 and 1935, it is 726.4 feet high from foundation rock to the roadway, weighs 6,600,000 tons, and can withstand 45,000 pounds per square foot of water pressure.
 
Numbers seem abstract until you consider the amount of concrete used to build the dam could be used to create a monument 100 feet square and 2.5 miles high (taller than the Empire State Building) or the concrete could be used to pave a 16-feet wide highway that stretched from San Francisco to New York City!

Online Grocery Shopping. Not for Me.

This afternoon at work, a discussion arose around online grocery shopping. One enthusiastic supporter loved the idea of lounging around the house until the doorbell rang. At which point, he’ throw open the door and see his groceries bagged and lined up on the porch.
I tried to listen objectively, which is nearly impossible for me.
 
First, I wouldn’t have the patience to scroll through dozens of web pages to find just what I needed. More importantly, I would miss the "thrill of the hunt."
 
Rich always joins me for grocery shopping. I was once stopped by a woman while shopping; she wondered how I talked my "husband" into helping. The fact is that Rich relishes grocery shopping. When we walk into the store, I hand him a stack of coupons. He eagerly grabs a hand basket. His step quickens.
 
I usually push a cart through the produce section, slowly contemplating what we’re going to eat for the rest of the week. A deep burgundy eggplant is an excuse to make Moussaka. Japanese eggplants and bell peppers find their way into my cart for green curry. I wonder which lettuce to purchase and mentally note that I need a bag of spinach to add color and maybe a red cabbage. So pretty.
 
By the time I’ve negotiated down one aisle of the produce sections, Rich has already filled his hand basket and is wanting to unload his finds. Seeing that he’s returned with a bag of poblano peppers, I note that I’ll have to buy some ground turkey meat, tomatillos and onions to stuff them. A bag of avocados means he intends to make guacamole. In which case, I know he’ll soon be heading for the tortilla chip aisle or perhaps glance at the meat case for fajitas meat.
 
Meanwhile, I head down the second aisle of the produce section in search of tomatoes, string beans, carrots, red bell peppers (if the peppers are big and the price not too high), and perhaps, some squash. Sometimes, I have to backtrack if a dish comes to mind for which I don’t have the ingredients, like fresh okra for gumbo (only if green bell peppers are super cheap) or parsnip for chicken.
 
Heading out of the produce section after picking up some potatoes and onions (red and white), Rich might be waiting to tell me about some fantastic deal he spotted like buy a package of store-brand hotdogs and get a free loaf of white bread, a six-pack of grape soda, a can of peas, and a bottle of yellow pickle relish. "Yes, great deal," I stammer, "but let’s pass."
 
He spins around, his basket over his arm, in search of more deals as I mosey past the fish case. Tilapia, I wonder. Seasoned catfish filets look good and are cheap I decide. "I’ll take three large filets," I tell the fishmonger.
 
I whiz by the meat section, feeling guilt for eating animals. Nevertheless, I usually get ground turkey and pork chops. The turkey goes into sauces, ends up in casseroles or gets stuffed into poblano peppers. Lately, Rich has been snatching up packages of pepper bacon for Saturday morning breakfasts.
 
It’s now time to wander up and down the aisles and randomly pluck things off the shelves… Campbell’s lentil soup with cactus is a favorite. One can never have too much pasta, especially when it comes in interesting shapes. A bottle of borscht would be a nice treat along with a couple packages of instant Thai soup. Wow, look at all those interesting bottles and cans of enchilada sauce. Need to get some coconut milk for curry and maybe a can of water chestnuts. Capers and anchovies for Puttanesca. And of course, Velveeta (a severe addiction) for grilled cheese sandwiches and macaroni and cheese when life seems unfair.
 
Meanwhile, Rich is racing up-and-down the aisles trying to match coupons with products. When his basket gets full, he unloads it into my carts. He’s the hunter. I’m the gatherer.
 
We usually converge in the pet food aisles. He grabs bird seed. I choose cans of cat food based on my belief system. No beef, lamb or veal. Nothing in gravy. Nothing that could result in "reverse digestion."
 
The only food purchases that Rich and I actually debate about are in the frozen food section. There are cartons of ice cream to choose and bags of frozen vegetables — peas, string beans, artichokes, Chinese stir-fry vegetables, and other interesting combinations that microwave so nicely. We skip the prepared food and TV dinners.
 
As we head for the checkout stand, I grab some flowers for a bouquet. Rich considers buying another tube of toothpaste.
 
As we unload the basket, we talk about what we’re going to cook. And smile as we see what each other has added to the basket. My Velveeta, fresh Mozzarella and buttermilk. Rich’s bacon, package of guacamole mix and cantaloupe. I can’t imagine having this much enjoyment, shopping online.

End of the Accident

This was my first week back to working full-time, on-site. Monday was a little tiring and Tuesday didn’t seem so bad. By the end of the week, I was trotting off to the bathroom and other buildings without thinking about the length of the walk.
 
I also went to the gym twice to ride a recumbent bike and Elliptical trainer and do exercises on the floor with resistance bands and an exercise ball. While some stretches continue to be painful, for the most part, my strength and flexibility are nearly normal.
 
Even though it’ll be several more weeks before I can walk, garden or do housework for several hours at a time, I’ve decided to officially say "good-bye" to my accident on April 30th. For that day forward, I’m going to blame all stiffness and aching not on my accident, but on aging and being out-of-shape!
 
My x-rays on April 19th showed that my bones are almost knitted together and there’s no misalignment of my pelvis or sacrum. It’s now up to me to do daily stretches, keep physically fit and watch my weight.

Monkey

After weeks of discussion, Rich and I had Mongojerrie (Monkey) put to sleep. She was going to be nineteen in August and in recently weeks had grown thinner with a ravenous thirst and appetite, indicating her kidneys and undoubtedly other organs, were failing. In addition, she would often howl as if in pain.
 
She originally belonged to Beaverton, Oregon councilwoman Sarah Drake. My mother had been involved in local politics and was visiting Sarah’s house when she saw Monkey outside. Sarah didn’t want the kitten because she was climbing on the drapes so my mother took her home.
 
A few days later, Monkey became very ill. A visit to the vet revealed that she has severe pneumonia and that her rib cage had been crush – probably squeezed too hard by Sarah’s young children. The vet gave her a 10% probability of surviving and advised putting her to sleep.
 
It took six months of antibiotics to cure Monkey. In addition, every time she coughed, either my Mother or I would put her over our shoulder and pat her back to loosen the phlegm. All this attention turned Monkey into a very clingy and loving cat that like a dog would follow me from room-to-room and sleep on my pillow – often purring with her front feet flopped over my face.
 
Her distinct yowl could be heard from across the house or when she was outside wanting to come in. In her final years, she enjoyed occasional jaunts in our flower and herb garden; sleeping under the rosemary bush was a favorite pastime. Because of her age, the other cats never bother her; although, she relished yowling and swatting at them.
 
While she’ll be missed, we’re happy that she went quietly to sleep with both Rich and I in the room.

Hot Fuzz

Every quarter, my group has an off-site. On Friday, we went to an Alamo Drafthouse, which are combination theater/restaurants, primarily located in strip malls. In other words, third rate McMenamins. Although, Alamo Drafthouses have larger selections of imported and domestic draft and bottled beers and wines than McMenamins; the latter focuses on serving their own and local microbrews and wines.

It was the first time I’d been to an Alamo Drafthouse and since I’m extremely partial to McMenamins, I didn’t go with an open mind. Nevertheless, it was an afternoon off from work and the chance to a see a movie – Hot Fuzz.

Released this year and featuring British comedian Simon Pegg, Hot Fuzz was so good that I rushed home and convinced Rich to see the 10:15 showing that evening!

The first two-third of the movie is humorous with the actors taking their parts very seriously. The big-city police officer goes by the “book,” interpreting the law and seeking out suspects in a picture-perfect English village with a cast of colorful and congenial shopkeepers and professionals. But everything isn’t storybook perfect and when the truth is revealed, the flick turns into a shoot ’em up, super-cop spoof.

It was hysterically funny, fast paced with twist-and-turns and subtle British humor that turns ordinary words like “hag,” “grasshopper,” and “swan” into memorable punch lines. Curious? Check out where it’s playing in your area!

Gotta’ Post My Website

Last year, I spent many months creating a web site to house Austin Adventures (the newsletter that I started writing in 2002), photographs from our travels, and samples of the marcom I’ve produced for a plethora of companies. It was created using Microsoft FrontPage and was going to be hosted on Rich’s Linux server.
 
Realizing he didn’t have the correct software to host my site and knowing it was going to be "hassle," Rich recommended in January that I find a web hosting company. Convinced that what looked good on my monitor would turn into gibberish once pushed live, I procrastinated.
 
I’m now back to square one. I’m trying to apply for jobs that require strong communication skills. Instead of sending possible employers to a web site to see my work, I only have this text-heavy blog site.
 
Tonight, I came up with the bright idea of posting sample of my work. As you can see in the first album to the right, they look dreadful. Dreadful! Which means, I better work up the courage to find a web hosting company, push the site live and make changes to text and design elements that turn to mush?
 
If you’re reading this blog, please write a comment admonishing my cowardliness and the ridiculous notion that I can place samples of my work on a blog site! Thanks!

Au Natural No Longer in Vogue

For the last year or two, I’ve been receiving the Forbes lifestyle email newsletter. I find the articles amusing because… I’m absolutely not the target audience. Three million dollar condos, $2,000 slings, $60,000 sports cars, and $750 a night hotel rooms border on preposterous. Rich and I think we’re splurging when we choose Red Roof over Motel 6 and a Mexican restaurant over the dollar menu at Taco Bell.
 
Nevertheless, I do occasionally find something of interest in the Forbes newsletter. Most recently, they showcased the newest cosmetics for men. What! That’s right, today’s metro-sexual man can add some color to their checks with Male Species Starburst Face Bronzer or cover up those pesky blemishes with Males Species Tinted Crème Foundation & Concealer.
 
Naturally Man offers Aye Aye with "biomechanical properties" to stretch and firm the skin under tired eyes. There’s nothing feminine about this product. It’s a "masculine mixture of botanicals" to reduce "darkness and pouches."
 
Ken Cosmetics invites men to "dare to be" with colour (their spelling) foundations, lip glosses, mascaras, and eyeliners. For the lips, chose Nexus – copper gold stick, Sexus – sunkist brick stick or Plexus – luminosity gold stick. You can also correct what nature didn’t make perfect with VoLIPtuous Lip repair Serum, X-Treme Lip Service and FULMONTY Lip balm.
 
You can also get some Blo-Job Bronzing Powder from Ken Cosmetics in four pleasing colors: Caramel/earthy, butternut, spice, and sunkist. Add a brush of Glo-Job Body Glow in gold, ice (silver) or bronze (copper) and you’re ready to hit the town.
 
With 4VOO Men’s Eyelash & Brow Styling Glaze, your "eyes come alive," especially if you follow their application tip and "apply a second time for added thickness." They also offer eyeliner, shine reduction power, face and body bronzer, lip serum, shimming tint, and moisturizing lip protector.
 
Now when I see a man with flawless skin, bronzed checks, glossy lips, and long, dark brown, eyelashes, I’m going to wonder "is it him or is it Maybelline?"

Fields of Bluebonnets

As I mentioned in earlier blogs, we’ve received an unprecedented amount of rain in Texas in January and March, making everything very green and awakening the wildflower seeds buried deep in the ground.
 
Along the freeways, you can see large patches of wildflowers. Bunches of Bluebonnets are popping up in people’s lawns (like our next door neighbor’s). Pastures, which are usually brown from lack of water are now carpets of color with emerald green grass and brilliant, red Indian Paintbrush, sapphire Bluebonnets, and delicate lilac blossoms.
 
Last Sunday, we decided to take a drive and capture the beauty of Texas’ wildflowers…

Fidori

Do you know what it’s like to live in a house with seven cats? No wonder why I lost all of my feathers!
 
While I may look like a small plucked chicken, I’m really a ringneck parakeet. Just a few months ago, my entire body was covered with chartreuse feathers. One day, I started pulled them out and couldn’t stop.
 
I really like Rich. He’s my friend. I don’t care for the other birds; although, sometimes I make "eyes" at Midori, a male ringneck parakeet. I’m a female so my name starts with "F." His starts with "M."
 
Midori is green in Japanese. Fidori probably means hideous.

Walking… Finally!

For the past few weeks, I’ve been doing therapy three times a week in a heated pool. In a short time I’ve gone from feeling miserable and having very tight, painful muscles in my left leg to being able to move and bend the leg, and lay on my stomach and both sides.
 
My therapist, however, haven’t allowed me to put any weight on the leg, based on a physical therapy prescription written in late March by my rehabilitation doctor. We have another prescription from my orthopedic surgeon written in early February that refers to being able to put weight on the leg if the pain was tolerable.
 
For two weeks, my therapist has been trying to get approval from the orthopedic surgeon to allow me to start walking in the pool, where most of my weight is supported by water. He hasn’t had much luck so Rich interceded and got a hold of the x-ray technician in the surgeon’s office. He pulled out my chart and essentially read what was on the prescription… "weight-bearing if tolerated."
 
My therapist, insisting that he can only "work off of one prescription," obviously never bothered to read the orthopedic surgeon’s instructions!
 
Hearing the conversation Rich was having with the x-ray technician, I exclaimed "Enough is enough. It’s over!" With that proclamation, I arose from my wheelchair, grabbed by walker and put weight on my left leg. Its held and surprisingly didn’t hurt!
 
Moments later, I was hesitantly walking using the walker. Thrilled, I decided to try it sans-walker. No such luck! My attempts were painful and awkward.
 
Happily, the next morning, eight weeks after my accident, I had an appointment with the therapist’s assistant, Mia. Marathon-runner thin and in her 40’s, Mia not only assigns challenging exercises, but watches every movement I make, ensuring they’re done correctly. The other therapists simply sit by the pool and tell me to do scissor kicks or bicycle for ten minutes.
 
Mia confirmed what was written on the orthopedic surgeon’s prescription then put me through my paces, including, when I was in the pool, teaching me how to correctly walk.
 
When you’ve been sitting in a wheelchair for two months, you need to retrain your muscles to walk heel-toe, swing your opposite arm, keep your "core" tight, and not rotate your hips. It’s humorously hard considering I’ve been walking, running, hopping, and jumping for decades.
 
It’ll be at least a week before I can dispense with the walker and walk comfortably on my own. By the end of April, I should be back to norm. Meanwhile, I’m doing lots of exercises at home and concentrating on every step I take to make sure I’m not learning bad habits.