Friday, September 30, 2022
The Next Decade
Thursday, September 29, 2022
"Old Enough"
Marsh Meet
Iver may have caught the running bug! He's been participating in "running club" at school and competed in the duathlon a couple of weeks back. However, this week, he participated in his first county cross-country meet, held at the Arcata Marsh.
It was a lovely sunny day, and, although the parking was horrendous, I made it on time to meet Iver and his teammates at the starting line (his coach gave him a ride from school in her minivan) to watch the race.
Warming up
The kinder-second graders went first in a 0.7-mile loop, and it was really fun to cheer on the kiddos! Iver stayed with the pack and sped up at the end, like he did in his previous race (he told me later, "There was a girl running faster than me but crying. No way was I going to finish behind a crying girl!").
The start (after one false start)
Good running form in the home stretch!
Iver finished in a time of 5:44, which was in seventh place overall (three boys and three girls crossed the line in front of him out of seventy one runners), and very respectable for his first running season! The results are posted here, and if you scroll down, there's another picture of Iver and his teammates, who all finished strong, cheered for one another, and got stickers and popsicles after their races.
Wednesday, September 28, 2022
Arcata Acrobatics
We really enjoyed a family outing to see the Flynn Creek Circus in 2021, one of our first and only public events during the pandemic. The company returned under the Big Top this year to Arcata, and a couple of weekends ago when Kelvin was out of town, I took the kids one afternoon.
Tuesday, September 27, 2022
Pumpkin Dahlias
Sunday, September 25, 2022
Fieldbrook Enchanted Forest
Helen Keller Pepper
Pepper, our twelve-year-old pup, has been showing signs of aging/slowing down from some time. While she used to freak out at the sound of the smoke alarms in our house (set off usually by my cooking!), she now seems to be almost entirely deaf, not hearing us when we return home through the front door and acting startled when she gets touched.
We've noted her eyes getting milkier in the last few months and her vision going (I hesitate to diagnose my dog, as I've tried to do in the past; however, I fear this is probably cataracts, a side effect of chronic prednisone). This week, it seems like she's become almost completely blind. She stumbles around on walks outdoors (especially in darker hours), bumps into furniture, and misses steps, curbs, and more. Her heightened sense of smell leads her to almost constantly digging and rummaging in various bags and baskets around our house. Maybe since she's familiar with her home environment, she is still able to navigate around the furniture and onto her preferred couch "perch." However, I can't help but wonder what kind of quality of life this gives her. She doesn't seem to be in pain, and still enjoys cuddles and licks (and snacks).
I have an appointment with the vet in a couple of weeks to ask them what this new loss of sight means for the last years of her life. Is cataract surgery a *thing* in dogs of her age, and at what cost might it be worth it? These are tough questions -- if your dog isn't in pain but is losing their senses and connection with the world, when and how does one make the decision to let her go? For now, we're trying to take lots of pictures of our fur-child and relish all the good times and memories over the last decade+.
Monday, September 19, 2022
Fed Fan Forever
On the heels of Serena Williams' retirement came Roger Federer's announcement (last week) that he, too, would hang up his tennis shoes after a few Laver Cup matches, never to play again in a Grand Slam tournament.
While his retirement was not unexpected (he has had surgeries and has been off the tour for much of the last couple of seasons so I wondered if we'd ever see him again), it was still a sad thing to hear his announcement in its finality.
I love Roger Federer. Not only is he arguably the best tennis player of all time (I loved watching him play much more than I did Serena), he was classy, graceful, and always the ultimate sportsman in victory, defeat and also off the court. His shot-making was brilliant (even as I watched more of him in the twilight of his career), and had it not been for the contemporaries and contestants for the "GOAT" (greatest of all-time) men's title (including Nadal and Djokovic), he may have very well won several more majors. It's incredible that he performed at as high level as he did until forty, and that he maintained such warm relationships with others (rivals) on the tour.
I am still thrilled at remembering watching his come-from-behind unlikely victory (and last Grand Slam won, his twentieth) against Nadal at the 2018 Australian Open and still disappointed in his heartbreaker of a defeat in the 2019 Wimbledon Final against Djokovic. We were lucky enough to see Federer play in person (a dream of mine!) along with other Grand Slam champions at Indian Wells in 2019, and my sister-in-law, Katherine, stood in line and scored me an autograph in 2017, a year we missed watching him play due to a walkover, which I treasure even more now!















































