Abi and I have Seen Rock City

According to SeeRockCity.com, in 1832, sightseers came and rode mules through the naturally formed streets and avenues of the place they named Rock City. In 1928 Freida began a 4 year adventure of mapping out trails. Garnet Carter introduced Freida's gardens to the world in 1932. In 1936 he began his barn roof advertising. By the 1950 there were 900 barns from Georgia to Michigan and West to Texas with See Rock City painted on them.

It's 2011 and after living here for over 4 years now I can now proudly say I have now Seen Rock City and I like what I see. Abi went with me today and we had a wonderful time. The weather was perfect and she was a trooper. We walked for a couple hours together, seeing water, tunnels, bridges, pretty plants, funny rocks, lots of steps, narrow crevices and even a swinging bridge.

Guess what Abi said was her favorite? (Abi will be 3 years old in May.)

This is a dog friendly place too. Since I purchased an annual pass I intend to go back often and take my trusty friend (who happens to be sitting on my lap right now). Maybe, since it is on Lookout Mountain it may be a nice place to cool off on a hot summer day. I expect it is about 5 degrees cooler on the mountain and perhaps even cooler in the shade of these gardens and rocks.

Anyway, Abi was very intimated by the narrow crevices and low ceilings. Maybe it was the fact that she couldn't see the end or maybe just that it was kind of dark but she wanted to be carried in those areas. She buried her head in my shoulder when we went through "Fat Man Squeeze" (but she peeked). It was a trick to get through that one without scraping elbows or knees but we made it. Just a soon as we emerged she was back on her feet again and ready to go. She would often say "Bye" and wanted to go off on her own. Of course Grandma was always close at hand for those scary moments, like when she found a caterpillar.

Abi wants to go again next week. Next time, I'm taking my own camera (these photos are not mine). As for her favorite part? Believe it or not, she liked the Swinging Bridge most. I carried her the first time. The second time she walked it by herself (with me right behind of course).

Where was Larry today? He was flying in the right seat of a small CAP aircraft in a practice mission. Next month there is a coordinated practice mission with 8 states involved as they prepared for the "big one" on the New Madrid fault along the Mississippi River near Memphis.

Cora's birthday - 1/21/11

The long anticipated day of Grandbaby #2's arrival finally came Jan 21st, 2011. We had no idea ahead of time whether SHE was a boy or a girl.

Laura let me know shortly after 6 AM that she might be in labor. Around 9:30 AM she headed for the mid-wife's place and Cora was born at 12:52PM (yes, that's noon, not midnight).

Cora (short for Coraline) weighed in at 8 lbs, 8 oz and is 19 inches long. Everything went well though both Laura and Cora are exhausted.

(Laura just realized today that their names

rhyme.) :-)

Cora was in need of some oxygen for a short

while to keep her pink but she soon transitioned

to getting deep enough breaths on her own to keep herself pink (alternative color is blue).

Abi's parents prepared her well for what to expect and Abi has taken it all in stride. Abi

stayed with us on Cora's birthday and the next day as well, though we visited with her parents and sister for hours each day.

Cora slept 5 hours straight the first night. How about that! Wouldn't it be grand if she kept that up?

You can't tell in the second picture, but right now it looks like Cora has Ben's hair. It's curly in back. Time will tell if she keeps that look. It's been my experience that what they're born with isn't necessarily what they keep.

Still snow?

Who would have thought we'd still have a good deal of snow cover 5 days after our big snow? It's been below freezing all week. Just yesterday (Friday) it finally got up to 36 degrees. Today at 2:30 our thermometer says 40.

The weather man said this is the biggest snow in our area since the blizzard in 1993 (which we've been hearing about since we moved here) and before that a big snow in 1988. So, this really is

something in these parts.

So, these are some before and "after" (though it's not really after since it's not over yet) shots. One of our house, one looking up hill

from our front door and the third looking more or less North

through the Dogwood trees.

January Snow

Boy, did we have some snow! It all came during the night (after midnight). By the time we got up there was 7 or 8" of it! It continued to snow during the day but it didn't seem to add to the total inch count. (Please note - the date of 1/4/2003 is wrong in this photo. The camera camera somehow picked that date.)

Work delayed opening until 10:00, so at 9:40 I braved the snowy roads and headed for work. My boss called when I was about a 1/4 away from work and said "We're closing for the day, turn around and go home." He didn't have to ask me twice. I was already wondering if I was being

brave or foolish.

There were perhaps a half dozen cars on the road, making me one of the few giving this a try

which didn't make me feel any better about my wisdom meter. My wheels did a good bit of spinning on the cloverleaf on ramp. I kept them spinning because I was making progress and still heading in the right direction. I breathed a sigh of relief when I made it to the highway.

Christmas 2010

Abi had her first white Christmas at the ripe 'ol age of 2. This was the first white Christmas for her parents and her grandparents too. It was beautiful! Fortunately, the roads were passable so it was a lovely, relaxed day with family.

Shame on me for not getting any photos of the rest of the family. With Laura 8 months pregnant it would have been smart of me to record her and Ben so Abi can look back years from now and see her history. Instead Laura took most of the photos with her camera. What was I thinking?

Abi loves to be outside, even when the temperatures are below freezing. She must take after her Grandma. :-)

She is such a delight. She's a lot like her Mom was at this age, willing to please for the most part but with definite ideas of how things should be. Part of that is being 2 but I think there's a lot of personality showing there too.

Here she is with Trisket who was happy to be invited into her lap.

Abi, Laura and I made Gingermen cookies a week or two ago. Abi had the most fun playing in the dough and later adding sprinkles. She didn't care if the sprinkles stuck or not, she just like shaking the bottle and watching the sprinkles fly! I want to add a whole slew of photos but instead I'll create a Facebook album and you can look at them there.

Larry is in the clouds.

Larry was in the clouds on Sunday... sort of. From looking at the photos you might argue that there were no clouds. You'd be right but he was flying high just the same.

Through a fellow CAP Member, Enrique (shown here in the yellow tow plane), Larry got an opportunity to fly in a glider. This is an opportunity that he's been excited about but wasn't sure how or when it would happen. CAP has a glider in TN and CAP wants people to use it but making that happen hasn't been as easy as he had hoped.

He and Enrique got to talking at the CAP

meeting last Thursday. Enrique is a real character... very interesting and very adventurous. He's upbeat, busy, creative and a fast talker with a heavy accent. He's a lot of fun to talk to. Though he loves to fly, hang gliding is his passion.

Anyway, Enrique flies just about anything but helicopters. He often tows gliders up and pilots gliders as well. He took Larry along with him this time. Larry had to wait a few hours as he watched others be towed up and glide. During the wait he was able to talk to other people who

were there to fly and learned a lot. When it was his turn to go up in the glider Enrique piloted until there were up and then gave Larry the controls. They were up for about a half hour but the air was cooling as it was near the end of the day and drew their gliding to an early end. I'm sure there will be more opportunities in the future.

Thanksgiving 2010

Thanksgiving this year was very enjoyable. Dad and Millie came from PA, the Cochran family came from Woodstock and the Snell family (of three and a half) came from 20 minutes away. All together we had 14 in our little house. Fortunately the weather was decent and we were able to spill out onto the front porch. If everyone had as good a time as I did then it was a wonderful day.

The next day Larry and I and Dad and Millie took a very short train ride through a tunnel and to a turn-about, visited a workshop and then back again.

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Another huge project complete!

2010 - the year Larry built an entire apartment in our basement. He started out moving the existing lights in the garage and framing some of the walls. Then he wired for the apartment. He worked on plumbing next and then more framing. You may recall that I posted some photos when it was framed.

Insulation was next with special emphasis given to sound deadening. That wasn't easy with the kind of joists we have holding up our main floor. In order to add to the sound dampening he also put in two layers of sheetrock on the apartment ceiling with a small gap between them. It added to the cost but hopefully will pay off in keeping good tenants. Then he added the sheetrock to the walls and then taped and textured the walls. The painting, then flooring, then trim, appliances, countertops, window trim, etc, etc, etc.

Writing this all out makes for a short list but everything takes time - more than it would seem up front. Larry worked very hard for many months. Before he had it fully sheetrock, Laura and Ben found a renter. That increased the pace so the last 6 weeks or so Larry was working really hard on it. He finished the week-end before Thanksgiving, the day before her move-in date.

I'm very proud of him. All the while he was working on the apartment I was outside working in the garden or yard. This didn't contribute to the apartment at all but did contribute to the Okra and Peppers he wanted. :-)

Ruffles' new friend

Ruffles was lonely and needed a buddy. So the search began for another dog. He or she needed to be about her size and low shedding. I found this little white one on Craigslist. I'm guessing she's a Maltese / Yorkie mix. We met at a dog park and they got along very well so I brought her home. She came to us with the name "Flea".

Do you like that name? Not us. So, we thought and thought and came up with "Pringles". Cute, right? That stuck until a couple days ago when Larry said we should call her Scruffy. Now I'm confused (and so is she) because he's calling her Scruffy and I'm calling her Pringles, Scruffy, Flea and White Dog, Abi's name for her.

Whatever her name ends up being, she is a pretty good dog. She begs; you know, hanging around the kitchen while I'm cooking (not Ruffles) and she's a licker (not Ruffles) which we're discouraging. She was also accustom to being on furniture. I think she's more or less got the idea that's not allowed here. That's pretty good for just one week. She is completely housebroken, not much of a barker, loves to sit on someones lap (just like Ruffles) and is just generally pretty good. Best of all, the two of them get along very well. They sleep in the same crate and keep each other company while we're gone. It's a pretty good arrangement.

Wreaths Across America

For the few people who visit this blog, you know Larry and I recently joined the Civil Air Patrol. Larry has hit the ground running - already advancing to 2nd Lieutenant and is learning to be the Public Relations person. I'm still trying to decide what role I want to take on.

At any rate, the real reason for this entry is an effort called Wreaths Across America. The paragraphs below say it better than I can.

The Chattanooga Composite Squadron of the Civil Air Patrol is proud to be the location leader for the 5th annual Wreaths Across America ceremony at the Chattanooga National Cemetery. This year we are also joined by a multitude of other community organizations and groups.

When it was held for the first time in 2006, six wreaths were placed in a ceremony at the cemetery’s Armed Forces Memorial. In 2007, 120 wreaths were placed at the headstones of our local veterans followed by a ceremony honoring veterans and active duty members of all branches of the Armed Forces. In 2008, with the addition of sponsor groups, over 1000 headstones were decorated with sponsored wreaths. 2009 surprised us all with a record 1440 wreaths and over 17 sponsor groups participating, it was our most successful Wreaths Across America ceremony to date.

Our Mission is to Remember the fallen, Honor those who serve, and Teach our children the importance of protecting this country and the freedom we have. Please join us.

Sponsorships are $15 each. Proceeds place a wreath at Chattanooga National Cemetery; help support our fundraising partners, educational and veterans services outreach. Please note that all sponsorships are sent directly to the location and no wreaths are sent to the individuals purchasing sponsorships.

http://www.kitepilot.com/wreathsacrossamerica/form2010.doc This link has an order form although you can order online. Here's a link for that option quite easily at www.WreathsAcrossAmerica.org. Be sure to use Group ID TNCAP192 so our squadron will get credit for your purchase.

Abi the HoneyBee

Abi is two. As such, she didn't want to wear her bee costume for long. Actually, she didn't want to wear it at all but finally went along with it for 10 whole minutes. We quickly snapped some photos while she was still willing to smile about it.

:-)

It helped only a little that Pooh bear was wearing his bee costume too.

You may notice that Abi is hanging onto Ruffles'

leash. She doesn't miss a chance to be the boss of the dog.

I'm so glad that Ruffles is patient and easy going. I got some photos of Abi hugging Ruffles and patting her eyes but I'll spare sharing every single photo with you. I realize I get a bigger kick out of these than you do.

It's Autumn

This is my favorite time of year - especially here in TN. Even though we've essentially had nearly two months of drought (not normal for this part of the country), the trees are still trying to put on a show. Some started dropping their leaves early as a means of survival, others have hung on until the right time. The Dogwoods are the deepest red I've seen in our 3 Autumns here. It's odd that every year has been completely different.

I'm in my leaf gathering mode. I chop them up and use them as mulch for the flower beds. While everyone else is trying to get rid of them, I'm trying to get them. I offer to scoop them from my neighbor's yards and they can't believe I want them. They love getting rid of them so it's a win/win situation. I just hope they don't catch on.

Laura, Ben and Abi went to a pumpkin patch near Murfreesboro with their good friends. Amber took some great photos that they shared and I wanted to pass along. Abi is changing in looks again so I figured it was time for some photos.

Ruffles

Ruffles - our new little dog. We finally found a great one!

Every day for weeks I spent hours at the computers searching through PetFinder which seems to be THE place to go to post an available dog. I'd look other places too but most leads wound back up there. I thought I had found one, applied, only to be told by the rescue lady that it wasn't a good match for me - even though she'd never met me or visited my home. She didn't like the fact that I said I would leave it outside a few hours a day. I thought I would be doing a dog a favor to give it some fresh air. Good grief.

I looked some more. If you've not looked for a dog before, you'd be surprised at all the tough cases these rescue groups take on. Puppy Mill dogs have the most to overcome. Many shelter dogs do too. A good percentage have heartworm - which is extremely costly to treat and takes months. Because of the costs involved in rescue and vets, the adoption fees are high - up to $250 for a mixed breed. It's crazy.

So, I started avoiding rescue groups if I could and focused on county shelters. I found another that looked great but someone beat me to her by a hair. I kept looking. Morning, noon and evening I

was checking Craigslist, PetFinder, and the local classifieds. I even started to consider a puppy. Yes, a purebred puppy that would cost hundreds of dollars to buy followed by hundreds of dollars in vet bills.

That's when I found this little dog at a shelter about an hour from here. In the posting they caller her a West Highland White (shows what they know) but in the photo they posted she looked like a Norwich (or Norfolk, I don't remember which). I called and was told someone else was coming to look at her. I figured I'd lost this one too. I called again after they should have seen her and was told they wouldn't give her to them because they were going to make her an outside dog. She's little (14 pounds) and they didn't think she would fare so well during the winters so they declined their application. So, I took off from work early and hurried up there.

It's hard to tell from just a few minutes with a dog, and I was a little shaken from my previous experience, but she seemed like a happy dog. I held her upside down like a baby and she relaxed in my arms. That's amazing. I learned to do that with puppies when I was with CCI. It's a good way to tell their personalities from a submissive / dominate standpoint. She's not a puppy but she acted like a submissive one. She also relieved herself outside while on a leash which I considered to be very good (after my last experience). So, I paid the fee ($60, plus $18 for a heartworm test) and made arrangements to pick her up two days later so she could be spayed.

Two days later I make the drive again. When I picked her up I was told they discovered she had already been spayed so since we was out anyway they trimmed her nails, cleaned her teeth, and tested for heartworms and intestinal worms. She got a clean bill of health.

She has turned out to be a great little dog. She's housebroken, well mannered (with the exception of jumping and we're working on that), she doesn't beg but she loves to sleep in our laps while we watch TV. She is good with Abi. She hasn't bothered a single shoe, sock, or any other item. She does have a little separation anxiety but I think she'll get over that. She is adapting to the crate nicely. She sheds just a little bit. She doesn't seem to know any obedience but she has already learned to "wait" which I consider to be the most useful command ever. It would be hard to hand pick a better dog. Someone must really be missing her.

I'm guessing she's a Yorkie/Schnauzer mix but I'll never know for sure. It doesn't matter what she is along as we're a good fit for each other. I think we finally found it. Whew!

What's her name didn't work out

It's time to admit, here on the blog, that "What's her name" is no longer with us. It's hard to admit because I'm embarrassed about adopting a cat last year and a dog this year that didn't work out for us. I'm beginning to wonder if there's something wrong with me. (If you look at me through the eyes of a rescue group you would too.) What's her name (Monica, Phoebe, Reebee) wasn't happy and wasn't cooperating. I believe she needed 1) a doggy friend 2) a fenced yard and 3) no crate.

She hated being put in the crate but I was doing it more and more because she began relieving herself in the house. I would take her outside (on a leash and walk or hang around with her for 30 or more minutes and she wouldn't relieve herself. Then, when we came back inside she'd act like she needed to go outside. So out we'd go again. We did make a very nice fenced area under our deck (which is on the second story) which is protected from sun and rain. She wouldn't relieve herself out there either. She could hold it for hours and hours on end! But then, I'd find a puddle on the bathroom rug. She did that in the middle of the night several times, even though I'd take her out right before bed. (Back in the crate at night for her.) It got old real fast. She also wouldn't play much either. I found out she could. She played tug with me twice for less than a minute each. Most of the time she acted like she had no idea what play was. The last thing that tipped the scale against her is her snarling at me while grooming her. I was careful not to hurt but she'd lift her lip and growl. I didn't have a good enough relationship with her to know if she would hurt me or not. I finally decided she just wasn't happy and in the long haul we probably wouldn't be happy either. We called her foster home (who had asked us to call if it didn't work out) and gave her back. They were happy to have her and she's been good as gold at their house. Go figure.

Since then I continue to look for a dog that fits with us, so someday you'll see another post about another dog. We're looking for that special dog that really fits with our family and is as special as Angel and Kennyon (our extra special CCI dogs).

Civil Air Patrol

It seems the posts are getting further and further apart. I guess that means life is settling into a routine. Of course, if you know Larry, life is seldom a routine for very long.

He's still working on the basement remodel but, in his usual fashion, he is looking several steps ahead. He's not one to live in the moment like I'm prone to do. As he considered options of different hobbies or careers (to supplement his auditing job now) several were being considered. This included pursuing his magician hobby, setting up a stain glass shop and perhaps marketing finished pieces and... it seems like there was a third but I don't remember it now. For some reason I just don't understand, gardening was never in the top 10 things to consider. We would have made a great team. Oh well.

During the midst of all this discussion, the idea of Civil Air Patrol (CAP) starting climbing the "list". We have a good friend who is involved and the two of them got to talking. I showed some interest too which really fueled the fire. We visited a meeting and decided to join. That was about a month ago. Larry joined first and I followed shortly behind.

Some of you may not know that Larry has a pilot's license, it's just been inactive for a good long time. He can reactive his license without too much trouble and then he can be an asset to the local squadron. In truth, we can both be assets to the squadron without being pilots.

It's a different sort of volunteer opportunity as it's actually a civilian branch of the Air Force. As such, there are strict rules and structure. This can be an advantage as the roles are clearly defined and you know what you need to do. As I see it there are two paths to follow. One is in support of the squadron itself (support roles such as leaders, admins, communications, educators, etc.) and then specialty roles for missions and exercises (pilots, observers, scanners, ground crews and the like). There are ranks to achieve (such as lieutenant, captain, major, etc.). It really is different than anything other volunteer role I've ever been in.

Why am I doing it (you might ask)? For two reasons. First, for the purpose of volunteering in a meaningful organization. This is an adult squadron (called a "Senior Squadron") but there is a Cadet Squadron in town too that Larry has visited a number of times. The two overlap from time to time. CAP is involved in three main areas: 1) Aerospace Education 2) Emergency Services and 3) Cadet Programs. The other reason I joined is so that I would be involved in something with Larry where we both know the people and the jargon and can go together to functions (whether that be meetings, missions, or trainings). This will certainly do that. We could both make second jobs out of this if we let it.

What's her name

This is our newly adopted dog (not a foster but a keeper). She was a stray that someone took to a local shelter. Nobody came to claim her and she was up for adoption. I'm not quite sure why I decided to adopt, as it goes against my experiences and my own belief that one should get to know a dog before agreeing to live with them. That's why I was fostering in the first place. In spite of my own best judgement I moved ahead with adoption. We did meet Monica (the name the shelter gave her) once in a park. We asked Ben, Laura and Abi to come too as we wanted to see how she would do with everyone. She did fine but was more interested in the park than us. Is this good reason to adopt? No, but still I forged ahead. We agreed to take her but asked if her foster home would keep her an additional week while we went on vacation. They graciously agreed. It was actually a good time for her to recuperate from being spayed.

It's been a week since we brought her home. She moped around all week-end, piddled in the house 3 times, jumped on the bed and furniture and growled when we scolded her. I began to think I had made an awful mistake. Her only redeeming point was that she was gentle with Abi and didn't mind at all when Abi gave her a hug. Even so, I was ready to take her back. It was Larry who encouraged me to give her some time (the tables were turned from our normal "who has more patience" roles).

I'm glad we waited as she has improved immensely. No more "accidents" in the house, no more growling, very few furniture violations. She really is trying to please and she's does love to snuggle. I'm actually beginning to like her very much.

Larry has built a doggy yard so she can be outside some during the day (though she seems to bark constantly when outside). She isn't fond at all of the crate (yet).

Her foster home thought she was a PBGV (Petit Basset Griffon Vendeen) so we thought we'd call her Phoebe. But now, after consulting some PBGV owners we've decided she's just a terrier mix - maybe some Llaso Apso and Schnauzer and who knows what all else. Now we're rethinking her name and haven't decided anything. Thumper is a possibility as she thumps her tail rather soundly when wagging. That's just one idea. Abi pronounces Phoebe as Reebee. Maybe that's what we'll call her. Who knows what will stick.

Vacation

Last week, Larry and I had a week's vacation. We revisited a couple capitol buildings (NC because we couldn't remember it and VA because we remember it fondly.)

We stayed at Shenandoah Crossing, a resort outside of Charlottesville, VA (near Gordonsville). It's a horse ranch setting but my visions of having ready access to the horses was just a dream.

We did ride one day and enjoyed it, even though it was

one of those follow-the-leader type rides at a very slow pace.

Larry rode the paint and I rode the mule that you can sort of see

on the left hand side of the photo.

We were only a few miles from James Monroe's house (our 4th President) which is called Montpelier. It's fun to visit historical places such as these.

So , for as much for our own memories as for your info, here are

some photos.