It all started with Deadwood

Charlie

The Ahwahnee Hotel ~ Yosemite National Park

October 2012

The Basil Hayden Story

It was a rainy morning and rather than hunker down in our cabin, we decided to take a little walk…it wasn’t raining very hard and we did have our jackets!

Yosemite Falls had water again. North Dome was shrouded in strips of puffy clouds. Rain drops danced in the puddles along the road. Soon, it was lunch time. We were near the Ahwahnee Hotel and decided to head on over.

We put our names in and were told it would be about 15 minutes. Charlie suggested that we wait in the bar. The dining room host handed Charlie one of those automated reservation pagers and we walked to the other side of the lobby.  The tables were full but there were several seats at the bar.

I had just decided on the house chardonnay (of course!). Suddenly, Charlie blurted out “Basil Hayden!” in a rather loud voice. I looked at him and said, “What?” “Basil Hayden!!” Charlie replied. “Who is Basil Hayden?” I asked. “Deadwood!!! It’s from the Deadwood series!” Still puzzled, I looked at him, waiting for more info. “They drank Basil Hayden in the series! I thought they made it up! But, it’s right there on the shelf!” he said, pointing to the bottle.  Well, now! He must order up a Basil Hayden on the rocks! (You think?). And he did.  Shortly after the drinks were served, our mystic pager went off and we left for the dining room.

We waited at the desk to be seated. Charlie was beside himself having found this new whiskey. He was so enjoying it. We were escorted to our table. We settled in after peeling off our soggy jackets. We had just finished our drinks when our server appeared. “Do you want another drink?” he asked, rather annoyed that he had to serve two slightly wet and messy guests. We looked at each other and I asked for another wine. “I’ll have a Basil Hayden on the rocks, please.” Charlie replied. A pregnant pause ensued ~ the server stared at Charlie in disbelief and then responded with a rambunctious (and an obvious shift in attitude). “Yes, sir! Another Basil Hayden on the rocks!!! Will this be a room charge, sir?” Charlie said no, that we would be paying cash. The server then scurried off to get our drinks.

And so began the exploration of whiskies and bourbons.....more to follow, 

I'm willing to bet!

Harambe

17 year old Harambe

Cincinnati zookeepers were forced to shoot and kill 17 year old Harambe, a silverback gorilla, after a three year old boy gave his parents the slip and fell into the animal's enclosure on Saturday. 

Cell phone video made it possible for the world at large to view the incident shortly after it happened.

Headlines and news reports were peppered with this story over the weekend and the public was quick to jump on the opinion band-wagon. Zoo Director, Thane Maynard, reported that the decision to shoot the gorilla was the only choice. Animal experts Jack Hanna and Jeff Corwin both concurred that there was no other decision to be made. Ron McGill, communication director of Zoo Miami (who loaned Harambe to the Cincinnati Zoo), said that this was a tragedy for all concerned; that killing the gorilla saved the child's life. Had a tranquilizer dart been used, it would not have been instantly effective but instead would have aggravated the animal and the child would have been the recipient of the gorilla's displaced aggression. 

This incident is tragic on all levels. After the child fell into the enclosure the chain of events could only be played out as they were. There is no room for should-a could-a would-a's. The child's life was in danger. Onlookers yelled and screamed, causing accelerated angst for the animal. Knowing that a tranquilizer dart would not immediately sedate him but would increase its anxiety (and possibly cause the child to be seriously injured or killed), the zookeepers had only one choice.

As a parent of a small child who once launched himself out of a shopping cart, landing on the store's cement floor in a matter of seconds, I can totally relate to the shock and judgmental reaction directed at the child's parents by onlookers. 

Looking to place blame is an all too common reaction these days. It somehow gives us a place to park our disbelief and outrage. Blaming the parents, the enclosure, the zoo personnel or questioning the choice of killing over tranquilizing will not change what happened on Saturday. This story has a sad and bittersweet ending...a magnificent animal was destroyed to save a child's life.

♫ ♪ Baby! It's Cold Outside! ♪ ♫ ♪

29 January 2015 ~ Just a few more days to go before we get to start over with a brand new year with no mistakes!

Mistakes, you ask?  Maybe 'mistakes' is not the right word. Maybe wrong choice or bad decision...? Miscalculation? Poor planning? How about dumb idea? Whatever the definition...I think we've all had a few, right?

Thanks to the drought, this little plant didn't have a chance.

Like, when we were preparing the mobile vegetable planter for spring planting and were introduced to a 'great' soil at a local nursery. Fast forward to summer ~ definitely not epic! Those tomatoes and zucchinis (or, were they cucumbers? I forget.) never had a chance. 

We've all had them... and rehashing them will not fix them. The trick is to learn from these mistakes and move forward. "Spilt milk!" my mom used to say.

It is currently 37 degrees right now.  It was freezing when I got up at 6:45. Yet...I am already thinking about our gardens...and planting the Juliet grape tomatoes! Mmmm! I can almost taste them! I hope to resurrect a portion of the lawn  (and, yes, with water conservation in mind), rework the surrounding planters and try to get some wonderful color and texture back into the gardenscape! Oo0o0oOo00! So many possibilities!  
                                         

There are many other projects on the to-do list (Charlie refers to it as the 'Honey Do List'). Yes...there are those things that I am not skilled or strong enough to do...so, I will recruit him for those tasks. Refinish the patio chairs, paint the planter, repair some screening on the windows...general annual maintenance. We really do enjoy working together. We will try new tactics, refresh the sad garden areas with new plants and, rearrange the garden art...and in the end, we will have a fresh new look! 

So, baby, while it's cold outside, we will be inside, sitting by the warm fire...with catalogs, magazines and the Sunset Garden Guide....dreaming and planning for a sunny spring!

30 Years Ago....

Thirty years ago, I married my best friend and soulmate.

And, we all say it..."Where has the time gone?" "Who are those people?!!"

Sometimes it seems just like yesterday...

Saturday, October 5, 1985
The girls from our Girl Scout troop were our bridesmaids;  my youngest sister, Betsy, was the maid of honor.
Charlie's brother, Keith, was the best man. His long time friends were the groomsmen.

We honeymooned in Yosemite.

In June, 1986, we welcomed our bundle of joy, Whitney.

And, then, the adventures of parenting began!

Lots of memories have been shared these last thirty years...

Summer 2015
Whitney, Peg & Charlie

Looking forward to sharing many more year with the love of my life.

Happy Anniversary, Charlie! Love you with all my heart!

October, 2014
Wrapping up another week in the place we call home every October.

Hello, Autumn!

Finally. Autumn has arrived! As if there were any doubt that she was coming! This year, however, was brutal and many of us were craving her return early. By the middle of July, we had just had it! The hot weather came on the heals of our nonexistent winter. Spring was dry; the rains forgot to come at all. So when we got to summer's end, our gardens were dry to the bone; dead, really.

In Yosemite last year, the autumn colors were pretty much on schedule but we had no idea what Mother Nature had in store for us that first week in October! We were walking the Valley early one morning and in the distance, just across the road from the Chapel, we spied a speck of color tucked behind the evergreens.

 We walked slowly as if we might frighten it away.

As we approached the trees, more color peeked out at us.

We walked quietly.

As we got closer, we could see the skirt of the tree.

We could not believe the color of the leaves! This is a Sugar Maple tree. It is not native to Yosemite. Seeds must have been dropped by a resident critter. They might just have sailed in on a lovely afternoon breeze. But, they decided to let it stay. Each year, visitors come by the bus load, and more times than not, the bus drivers pull over so the visitors can get out and take oodles of pictures. Just like we did!

We made several visits to this tree last year. The colors seemed to become deeper and more vibrant each time we passed by.

Autumn

Autumn splendor! Autumn sky!

Your stealth approach has caught my eye!

The acorns drop from the oaks above.

The best of seasons! The one I love.

Leaves of red, of gold and rust

flutter from the trees.

Silently, in a ritual dance,

floating on the breeze.

Oh, Autumn! Dear Autumn!

Finally! You are here!

The early morning dampness;

the skies cool and clear.

The crunch of leaves of season’s past;

the dew upon the weathered grass.

The amber light atop the hills!

Lovely Autumn, you are here at last!

~ peg ackerman

2014

One more visit before we leave for home.

Welcome back, Autumn!

...missing her, still...

It's been a year now...sometimes it seems like just yesterday. On my morning walk, I came to the corner where the tree with the tiny leaves stands. As I rounded the corner I looked up and was greeted with a shower of yellow leaves ...just like the day we took one of our last walks together.

Wherever I went, she was not far behind. She would sit out on the back porch and scan the garden. 

She always rearranged the dog cover on the couch.

If I went out on a quick errand, 

she would be waiting for my return.

She would sneak up on the bed and hide.

She loved to walk!

I miss her, still.....♥

Ants!

While the rest of the country has been deluged with pouring rain, floods, tornadoes and hurricanes, the summer of 2015 in Southern California will go down in history as the fourth year of bone-dry drought conditions and the invasion of ants. Yes! .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..ANTS!

.. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..  Those pesky, teeny-tiny, little creepy crawly insects that send out half a dozen scouts to scope out new territories to invade. If the scouts are successful in returning to the troops, they regroup and head out. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. Hundreds.....no, wait.. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. THOUSANDS.. .. .. .. .. .. sneaking into homes across the south land.. .. .. .. .. .. stealthy appearing without notice.. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..marching in droves! 

                                        ANTS! ANTS! ANTS! ANTS! ANTS!

With the lack of rain and now, the mandated restriction that dictates when and how long we can water our gardens, we knew we were in for an uncomfortable summer and a possible ant invasion. 

A couple of weeks ago, we noticed several tell-tale scouts, scurrying from here to there, checking things out.  Two on the kitchen counter .. .., three on the window sill in the bathroom .. .. .. several on the pantry shelves .. .. .. .. .. .. .. OK! It was time to plan our defense!  I grabbed the spray bottle of Simple Green and went after the scouts. Morning, noon and night, I would crouch down to eye level of the counters and watch for movement .. .. .. .. .. .. if I saw a scout .. .. .. he was toast! We were proactive! We made sure all trash/garbage was taken out before going to bed. We wiped down all the counters after dinner each night. All standing water was rinsed from the sinks and the dish tub dried. We ran the garbage disposal. We washed out the coffee maker. We eliminated every possible attraction. As time passed, the scout patrol seemed to evaporate. And, we relaxed. 

Saturday morning I made raspberry scones. There were plenty left for Sunday, so I pulled out one of my tins, lined it with wax paper and packed the scones. The lid was secured. Sunday, we had more scones and still had a few left, so I put the lid back on, wiped the tin down and placed it back on the counter. 

Monday morning came and I was awakened by the sound of something heavy hitting the floor. Still half asleep, I made my way downstairs to find my husband on his hands and knees. At first, I thought he might have fallen. "Are you ok?!!" I asked. "ANTS!!!!" he proclaimed .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. OMG! .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. He wasn't kidding! ANTS.. .. .. .. .. .. EVERYWHERE!!!!! 

    ANTS! ANTS! ANTS! ANTS! ANTS!

From the ventilation vent in the pantry they had marched under the pantry door, behind the refrigerator and up the side of the counter to the tin of scones. Focused on making his lunch, Charlie had opened the tin, thinking he would take a couple of scones to work to have with his coffee. Inside he discovered a kabillion ANTS .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ... .. crawling all over the remaining scones! For the next half hour, we Simple-Greened the entire kitchen! We were ruthless! We watched for any type of movement. Stragglers hurried up the wall. Several tried to escape along the back of the counter .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. without success!  
 
Charlie left for work leaving me in charge of Operation Ant Annihilation! .. .. .. .. .. .. ..  I continued to survey the counters. I watched (and destroyed) the ones left behind. I showered, dressed and returned to the kitchen .. .. .. and found a few more renegades attempting to find a way out. 

Needing a break, I went for my morning walk. This ant-thing totally creeped me out. I can handle spiders, crickets....the occasional fly. But, .. .. .. .. .. .. ants?! Yuck! I totally blame our weather and the condition of our gardens for this infestation.  I can't figure out how they got INTO that tin. I've used it for years to store shortbread, cookies, scones, muffins....and never, ever had an ant anywhere near it much less IN it!

When I got back from my walk, I checked again for intruders and saw none. The following morning, Charlie checked again for ants....still....no ants! I came downstairs a while later and found three .. .. .. two were on the rim of the jar that had an avocado pit rooting in water and one .. doing the back stroke in the water. Needless to say, I dumped the water (and, the ants .. .. ..), refilled the jar, dried it off and put it back in the window. What puzzles me is why the jar now? That avocado pit has been sitting in that little jar of water for weeks .. .. .. not one ant had approached it until now. 

We still find the occasional scout...and I'm sure we will have more before the end of summer.  We are standing by .. .. .. .. with Simple Green in hand! They just creep me out!