STOP!

Our Carlson Farm neighborhood was established about 20 years ago.   And it will be 19 years this next summer that we have lived here.  As our subdivision grew in size until all the houses were finished, there has been nothing more than a round-about at the entrance of the neighborhood and stop signs only at some major intersections and at each side street.

Until....something new popped up!

I drove down to our chapel to practice the organ one morning last week about  9 a.m. Nothing different in that short trip which was the way it had always been in the hundreds of times I jaunted down  there for church or activities, or to practice the organ. "Left at the round-about. Straight down Carlson Boulevard to the stop sign at the T-junction of Carlson Boulevard and Brunner Boulevard.  One right turn, and an immediate left into the church parking lot." I was at my destination.

An hour later as I was driving back home the exact same way, there was suddenly a stop sign right in the middle of Carlson Boulevard where it is intersected by Holden Lane.  What the heck!?  Okay.  I guess that was inevitable.  The speed limit is 25 mph, and it was not uncommon to look down at my own speedometer and see I was going five or even ten miles over the limit!  I'm pretty sure most of the residents also went a wee bit over that posted 25 mph sign.

It was even mentioned over the pulpit at church one time that we needed to respect the neighborhood and go the speed limit.  NOT race to Church.  The directive was to leave early enough that we didn't feel the need to speed those uncluttered four blocks.

When I saw that new stop sign, I thought, "Awkward, but we'll get used to it."

Then I turned the corner at the round-about to get to my house and all of a sudden there was a stop sign right smack in the middle of  

the block!  The placement doesn't even make sense.  It's not by the crosswalk.  Not at the driveway turning into the swimming pool.   Not at the mailboxes--but in the middle of all those more sensible places.  Now THAT was awkward!  

What in the world prompted this sudden increase in stop signs?  Did I miss something from the HOA?  Was there some kind of petition to the city?  Don't know.  There are even orange flags waving at the top of each of those new stop signs to alert the more than occasional hasty driver.  But, that first day everyone was just breezing past those new stop signs...they weren't even on their radar.  

So, I decided I'd better get my lead foot off the gas pedal and make that two-minute drive into a two and a half minute one.  After all, what's an extra 30 seconds in the whole scheme of things....

It didn't take long to clearly realize the appearance of new stop signs is, after all, nothing more than a "bump in the road".  

HAHAHA!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE NICHOLS FAMILY!

Momma G and Nichols Grand People, minus one,
at Sweetbriar
Thanksgiving 2021

The Nichols Kids--now parents in their own right
Thanksgiving 2021

January 17, 1969

It was 53 years ago today that the Nichols Family came into being!  An auspicious day that will always be counted as a very special occasion--a prelude to a multitude of highs, lows, and every gamut in between.

Though the big picture playing in my life right now is not the result of the screen play I wrote so many years ago, still there are plenty of things that make this day award winning:

    --Six terrific and outstanding people came along and became known as "The Nichols Kids"

    --Opportunities to live somewhere else four different times in the 1980's, with our house in Arvada, Colorado, standing at the ready for our return from Virginia, Sweden, Upstate New York, and West Berlin

    --Vacations and road trips that ran the broad spectrum of family reunions in Wyoming to touring the Alps, the fjords, navigating Eastern Bloc countries before THE WALL came down, amusement parks that were legend, and experiencing the splendor--and the ordinary--of storied places in Europe and America

    --Friends and acquaintances from all over the world

    --Missions, college, employment, dreams dashed and          dreams come true, and marriages which brought in-laws          just as special...plus ten exceptional grandchildren for         Momma G

    --And LOVE--lots of it!

Is it any wonder then, that instead of lamenting what might have been, I celebrate what we were and what we became.

Happy BIRTH  DAY to a terrific family!  What would I do without the blessings so generously bestowed upon me in the last five decades, plus, since the Nichols Family's humble beginnings?

I would be poor indeed...!

CHANNELING CHRISTMAS WITH THE KRANKS.....

BEFORE...

About 15 years ago a movie came out that put a different spin on the commercialism of Christmas.  

The Kranks were empty nesters.  They decided rather than spend the money they would have spent on Christmas presents for each other, they would go on a cruise for Christmas instead.    

Fast forward to Christmas 2021 at the Nichols-Bateman household.  They are empty nesters.  They have spent many Christmas holidays apart while Georgia was a flight attendant with United Airlines.  There were also a handful of Christmas Day layovers  with United that included Louis.  Most memorable was the one in New Orleans, after Louis flew the whole trip on standby with Georgia.  Oh, there were a couple of years they spent parts of Christmas Day together, and in 2020 the first Christmas Georgia was retired, they spent the whole holiday together. 

They should have had a talk about just exactly HOW each wanted to celebrate--just like newlyweds have to determine.  Having already been married for nearly 20 years didn't count for anything when personal family traditions reared their tinseled heads.  Not great memories, that one....  

NOW...

This year after struggling with "should I or shouldn't I", I finally made the decision to display my beautiful collection of Nativity sets--probably for the last time.  It had been four years since the last one, and I was sure it wouldn't be easier when I was yet ANOTHER year older in 2022.

So, I forged ahead with the open house and turned the house into the magic and miracle of that one, wonderful night centuries ago.  The result was that every nook and cranny in every room in the house, except our bedroom and the laundry room, had some kind of Nativity display.  

Everything looked great.  But there was NO room to put presents under the tree (there was already a Nativity residing there!)  Nor was there any way to use the cooktop on the stove or even eat at the kitchen table which was decked out in the splendor of my new origami Nativity set.  We had been grabbing a burger here, a taco there.  Even some fried chicken or a salad or sub sandwich to go.

That was when Louis brought up a suggestion he had put forward months and months ago--let's go to the Gaylord Rockies Hotel for a little getaway.  This time it sounded like a solution to our dilema stemming from what we were going to do about celebrating Christmas at home.  That sounded like a good plan this time around.   Consequently, after Louis got off work on the 23rd, we headed to Denver International Airport to spend Christmas Eve Day and Christmas Day at the Gaylord Hotel.  (This hotel complex has the same parent company as The Grand Ole Opry.)

I had watched as it was being built two or three years before.  It isn't right off Pena Boulevard, but large enough that it certainly looks imposing in the distance.  I had already concluded it was someplace that would be WAY too fancy for us to stay.

Turns out with Louis' Marriott points, it wasn't too bad.  The rooms are just regular but the main and lower floors in the wings are each large enough to house a variety of restaurants, bars, grab and go food pick-ups, coffe houses, pizza, ice cream, and food trucks.  Then there are the year round features like the swimming pool, a spa, plus a retail store and market place with Colorado and Western attire and amenities.  Whew !

For winter the whole outside turns into Glacier Point which sports snow tubing, ice skating, snowdrift mini golf, ice bumper cars, snow merry go-round, and a snow play area.  Lots of chilly activities to choose from.  And the colorful lights!  It was a delight to see everything in sparkling colors.

Inside the hotel down one of the great halls is Mistletoe Village featuring the predictable shops you would imagine for the Christmas holiday.  Stops like Mrs. Claus' Christmas Traditions, Build-a-Bear Workshop, Yuletide Street Market , Gingerbread Decorating Corner, photos with Santa, and a Sweet Shop.  It took a fair bit ot time to stroll around and check out each different enterprise.

Because we had been eating fast food, we set our minds--and our appetites--to have dinner the first night at the Old Hickory Steak House.  Louis had called for reservations, but was told they weren't taking any until next year!  But...we could do a "walk-in" if we wanted.  

The double line of cars off the main road to the check-in canopy was moving at a snail's pace.  Professional driver that Louis is, he took a left turn into the self park area and approached the front doors of the hotel.  Right to the valet parking.  YIKES!   $39.00 FOR OVERNIGHT!  However, the alternative was that we would have to walk about a quarter of a mile from the only parking spaces that were left in an outlying area.  Louis was on crutches, and we were starving. We opted to pay for the valet. 

Check-in was quick for all the cars of people out there.  Turns out most of them were there for the fun stuff which you can do without being a hotel guest.  Up to our room and down to the steak place.  Aha!  Turns out the reason the restaurant wasn't taking any resesrvations for dinner is because all the time slots had already been completely resesrved until after the first of year.  And the walk-in wait?  Nearly two hours!  We decided the Italian place looked pretty good and had a really nice dinner there with NO waiting.

Christmas Eve day we had that steak dinner and went to the movies.  Christmas morning, we got up late and had a nice breakfast before checking out and heading home.  A nice sunny and snowless Christmas day.  It was even pretty warm with temps in the 50's.

Like the Kranks, we spent the money we would have on presents for the hotel get-away.  But unlike the Kranks, we didn't have to rush home and "Make Christms" for anyone.  We spent a quiet Christmas night in our pajamas all by ourselves.

Do I think I will ever do something like a Christmas get-away again.  Nah!  Probably not.  I pretty much like a traditional Christmas with special Christmas Eve festities,.  That is to say:  reading from Luke chapter 2 or acting out the Christmas story, a family dinner, and presents under the tree to open on Christmas morning.  Call me old-fashioned.

From now on, I'll be jockeying to channel the familiar traditions I grew up with and introduced to my own family from that very first Christmas in 1969 when my oldest was just two months old.  The NIchols Family had a lot of great times over the years, enjoying the old traditions and introducing new ones as our circumstances had to adapt to the "what and where" that was going on in our lives at that time.  

However, I am convinced that no matter HOW we celebrate, the spirit of Christmas in which we honor Christ's birth has to always be the focal point of our entire holiday experience.  And, though the trappings were different this year, it was!

FROM MESS TO MAGIC...!

"I BELIEVE IN CHRIST"

 ORIGAMI NATIVITY

 I think I bit off more than I could chew....

I started a Christmas tradition for myself several years ago when we still lived in Arvada to display all my beautiful Nativity sets and invite friends and neighbors to celebrate Christ's birth with me in that manner.

That worked pretty well for a while.  Because it was a lot of work, I began hosting the open house every other year.  Also, I didn't want it to become just a ho-hum thing that people weren't interested in coming to any more.

In 2019 when the bi-annual festival open house was supposed to be scheculed, my daughter and two teen-aged sons were living with us while their new home was being built.  There wasn't room to put up the display that year, so I planned for 2020.  Well, we all know what happened to that year--COVID pandemic.  Everyone was confined to home and not going out to socialize.  

Fast forward to this year--2021.  I vacillated.  Should I go ahead and spend all that time putting up the displays?  Would people come?  Could I do it all by myself?  

My children and families all came for Thanksgiving.  The house was full.  No way to begin the monumental task of removing everything from all the shelves, boxing it up, and preparing  space for Christmas details.  I was all set to begin the 29th of November and did a few things for a couple of days.  Then pow!  I found myself flat on my back in bed.  Not Covid.  Not bronchitis.  Not pneumonia.  All the illnesses the doctor tested me for.  But I was right down in bed.  It took until December 7th before I was able to begin in earnest.  Even then, as I was going through boxes, I kept thinking "Should I go ahead and do this?"  Especially when all those stacks of boxes were open and the place--both the basement and the upstairs--was a proper MESS!

I knew there was no way I could do it all myself.  In 2017 I had the sister missionaries come and decorate the two trees.  A monumental task in itself!  But we have Elders serving in our area now.  No way they would want to do that, though they did come and carry some of the big boxes upstairs for me.  The only alternative left was to hire someone.  Emma Jex ,13 years old and great at following directions, came for two hours six days in a row and did that big job for me--and also set up the "kids' room" where the little people are allowed to touch all they want.  Even then, it was still many, many days that went from eight hours to twelve, fourteen, sixteen hours.  Most mornings I began early and worked late.  My routine was just crawl out of bed, brush my teeth and  pull on my clothes to get started.   Three-thirty am to get up, 1 am to go to bed.  Whew!  And not one day that I went on my walk or even did my exercises.  (I'll be paying for THAT down the road for sure.)

I even managed to prepare flyers to take to the neighbors, Louis'work, the RS Facebook page--but not in the wide distribution like I did in other years.

Finally, the  minute arrived to throw open the doors and invite our friends and neighbors in.  The house looked great.  Suddenly all that mess had turned into the miracle of that "One, Wonderful Night" so long ago.  And it was all worth the time, energy, and crippled back and fingers that resulted from the tedious  labor of the previous 12 days.

Who says there is no such thing as MAGIC?

Merry Christmas

POUNDS AND OUNCES...

AN OUNCE OF MORNING IS WORTH A POUND OF AFTERNOON.

I first learned this pithy little truism nearly 50 years ago in a yearly Relief Society special event for all the women in the Arvada Colorado Stake, Church of Jesus Christ of Latterday-Saints.

It became my formula, my goal, and then my mantra for most of my adult life.  

I have a tendency to be lazy, procrastinate, and shy away from getting down to business, tackling the housework, or doing a particularly nasty assignment.  This guide helped me be productive and feel good about taking care of the myriad responsibilities of family and home.  During the 20 years I was a stay-at-home- Mom, I managed to do what needed to be done--when it needed to be done--without any lamenting that I should have done so and so, but didn't have time to do it.  My life ran pretty smoothly in spite of the bumps that were much easier to take in stride when the "basics" were already taken care of.

This little way of doing things has served me well.  But now that I am retired, I have given myself too many excuses to sleep in, put off until tomorrow what definitely should be done today....you get the picture.  And I feel bad about myself.  Things I would like to do, I have just gone off and done them, sometimes without taking care of stuff at home first.  Then I come home and face taking care of some job that could have so easily been done before I left IF I had only gotten myself in hand and gotten up early like I always did pre-retirement.

The early morning hours that were once so productive are now slipping by and before I know it, there isn't enough day left to do what needs to be done or do something I would like to do.  There just isn't enough time in the afternoon to do those big jobs which would have been much easier--and seem smaller--in the morning. 

The law of physics says that all hours are equal:  60 minutes each with 60 seconds in each minute.  But this "law" about an ounce of morning verses a pound of morning defies physics.  

It was a hard habit to break, the procrastination and laziness.  I struggle with that habit again and KNOW the benefits of starting early in the morning to take care of the business for the day.  I do pretty well for a few days, then fall off the wagon for whatever reason I manage to invent.  Each time it seems harder to begin all over again.  But I am determined to establish at least a smidgin of that old routine because an ounce is easier to carry around than a pound.  Plus I like the freedom I feel when what needs to be done gets done in a timely manner because I am well aware...

AN OUNCE OF MORNING IS WORTH A POUND OF AFTERNOON!

 

STINGS

Recently I read a memoir about a woman who wrote that she had been bitten by a Stingray while she was wading in the ocean in Southern California. On advice from the lifeguard, she was able to treat the sting and neutralize the venom. A poisonous result was averted. 

She said that not long after that encounter, however, she started to notice strange symptoms in her body. Pounding heart. Shortness of breath. Rapid weight loss. And loss of hair. The author was afraid it was an infection from the sting and went to the doctor who did a battery of tests—all of which came back negative. She went to another doctor, and another. Finally, she was diagnosed with hyperthyroidism which wasn’t related to the sting at all! 

After beginning treatment, her thyroid’s function returned to normal. The doctors had caught it early, treated it well, and the condition has rarely bothered her since. But she was clear to point out that if it hadn’t been for the stingray’s sting, which she had attributed for her strange symptoms, she probably wouldn’t have gone to the doctor, and the hyperthyroidism could have had serious consequences. 

She also went on to recount a couple of other experiences that would have turned out differently if her life had gone the way she had planned. So, the author concluded that she was grateful for those experiences because the Lord has a way of blessing us even with the “stings” of life. 

Over the years, I thought a lot about how sometimes the things I wanted and didn’t get were just paving the way to something better, just as this woman’s memoir recorded.

Probably the most dramatic example of that in my life happened over 40 years ago. My first husband Ross had finally finished his engineering degree after attending the University of Colorado for five and a half years while working full-time and traveling outside the country with his job. It had been a long haul for him and for the family. (We went from two kids when he began to four kids by the time he graduated!)

The next question was “what was he going to do now that he had completed his goal?” 

He applied for a job with FMC Corporation and accepted a position with them in southern Wyoming. But I wasn’t sure I wanted him to do that. I had grown up in Wyoming and didn’t necessarily want to move back. It had been ten years since I had graduated from college and gone to Denver to work. It was there I had met him and got married and where our kids were born. It was home. I loved everything about Denver and my life there. I was reluctant to give it up. 

Some weeks later after Ross met with the company officials in Wyoming who introduced him to their operations, and after I had explored to find a new home, good schools, and thought about being only two hours away from my parents, I saw the opportunity as a positive one. Then I was really excited to anticipate this change in our life. Just as we were getting ready to make that move, however, Ross decided that it wasn’t the right thing to do. Even though he had already given notice at his former employer (Ball Corporation), they readily took him back. He was relieved. 

Me? I was sorely disappointed and felt like an opportunity to move forward in a different direction had been cast aside. In addition, I was sad that I wouldn’t be living near enough to my parents for a day trip now and then to visit them. I was unhappy for a long time. Several months later, Ball Corporation tagged Ross to be part of the taskforce in Williamsburg, Virginia, where they were constructing a can manufacturing facility for Anheuser-Busch. That Virginia experience was the beginning of four wonderful temporary duty assignments Ross had in which the whole family participated…Virginia, Sweden, Upstate New York, and Berlin, West Germany. 

Now, I think what a blessing that “sting” of not moving to Wyoming was. We would never have had had the opportunities to experience the things we did during the next few years if Ross had taken that job with FMC in Wyoming. Not every “sting” can be put into the blessing slot, but I know most people can also identify times in their life when the expected didn’t happen, and the resultant outcome was far better than the original plan. 

“Stings” don’t have to keep stinging. Remember the Lord didn’t send those specific disappointments to you, but He will use them for your greater happiness and growth. The Presiding Bishop of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latterday Saints, Gerald Causse, said recently, “When we keep our covenants, the Lord will bring to pass His plan for us—not necessarily our plan, but His plan.” 

“After much tribulation come the blessings….” Doctrine and Covenants 58:4 

COURTING DISASTER

 HELP!!!

Every time I go into the kitchen, I court disaster.  That's just a fact of my life.  

I never much cared for cooking anyway, missed all the tutoring that my older sisters had from my mother, plus my dad expected plentiful food on the table at mealtime.  Best my mother take care of that for my father so he could go to or come home from his railroad job and have his energy replenished.  After all, he was the bread winner and responsible to go out and slay the dragons!  He needed fuel.

My job was to set the table (And I am CRACKER JACK about that!  Nice--and superior--even now.) and entertain the grandkids who weren't all that much younger than I was.  And at regular mealtime, my job was to dry the dishes.  No cooking.  Didn't bother me.  My puny attempts the times my mother was away tending one of my older sisters post baby delivery were not successful at all.  Not at all.

Years passed and I had a family that needed to be fed a healthy diet with well-balanced meals.  I had good intentions and good recipes. Yet, in spite of having these great mental images of how the finished food dish was going to turn out, my culinary expertise was ALWAYS fraught with some kind of failure.  And that became the story of my life.  And my mantra.  "I do not like to cook.  The failure rate is too high!"

My "now" husband, on the other hand, claims he doesn't mind cooking.  Told me he did all the cooking for his kids when he wasn't out on some assignment with the Army.  He just didn't like coming up with the "what" he was going to fix.  Claimed he and his kids would sit down together on the weekend and plan the meals for the following week.  Then they would go grocery shopping.  He regales me with all of his successes, and how much his kids loved what he fixed.

I've mentioned before how, since Louis and I have been together, he sees a recipe online and suddenly he is committed to prepare all these new dishes.  Then he goes out and purchases cookware to go with his latest whim.  Alas, that notion of becoming the household chef is short-lived when the reality of fatigue sets in after a long work day and no preparation for fixing a meal has been done.  Heck....not even the planning has been in real time.  These adventures have never gotten past the first recipe.

 Believe me, we have plenty of food in the house--and a cupboard full of great recipes.  Tasty stuff.  But it has to be prepared.  And I don't want to fix it.  All those years when I was at home going into the kitchen about 4:30 pm every day to fix a meal for eight people (and the horrendously lengthy clean-up afterward) was enough to last me a lifetime! That daily endeavor always gobbled at least three or four hours of the evening. 

And Louis really doesn't want to do all that either.  He would rather grab some fast food, order from a restaurant, or actually go out to an establishment to eat.  He has now come to prefer restaurant food over home-cooked.  But for me, eating out is no longer a treat.  It is an exercise in choosing which offering is the least gaggy at the moment.

However,  I finally got fed up with this constant need to go out and eat because we both were too tired (or too contrary) to go into the kitchen and prepare a meal.  Plus the food budget had burgeoned!  It needed to be shored up by regular shovels-full of money being poured into it.  (Isn't THAT a shocker!)

Some time ago I began receiving in my junk mail, advertisements for preassembled meals with all ingredients included--just add preparation and cooking.  It looked pretty expensive, and the dishes that were advertised seemed a little on the gourmet side. Those slick advertisements touted grand suppers for little effort.  I ignored all of this hype.  Then the glossy little advertisements, complete with incentives for FREE meals and FREE shiping, began to pop up in my neighborhood mailbox.  Still, I was not convinced it was a very economical or convenient service to suscribe to.  It was definitely for those with money to blow on the frills of life.

But when the amount of money we were spending on eating out morphed into a small fortune, I began to take a closer look at those superlative invitations.  Turns out it would be about $100/week for the two of us to order five different meals for a week.  I talked to Louis.  He thought it sounded like a good idea, too--and I thought he understood I wasn't going to be the ONLY one to prepare the meals.

I poured over the menu selections:  ukka fish or ingredients neither of us cared for or too fancy--until I found five meals I thought we could enjoy.  So, I picked them, processed the coupons for FREE shipping and fourteen FREE meals over the course of the next few weeks.  Pretty easy really.

Then when the meals came several days later, I was impressed how they were boxed in sturdy, foam-lined reclyclable cartons and bags with plenty of cold packs to keep them fresh.  Hence the Hello FRESH!

I looked over what I had chosen.  Elementary recipes with EVERY step clearly set out.  Prep times are listed at 5-10 minutes and cooking time from 30-40 minutes depending on the dish.  Every indredient has been pre-measured and sealed in its own bag or box.  Even items like 2 TBSP of sour cream, 1/4 C grated Parmesan cheese, and chicken stock concentrate.  Looked easy enough.

Chicken Sausage Spaghetti Bolognese was my first pick.  Never had zucchini in my spaghetti sauce before, but hey!  I'll try something once. And I figured Louis would like ANY kind of spaghetti.

Prep time: 5 minutes.  Cook time:  30 minutes.  Calories:  850 per serving.  Let's get cooking!  HAHAHA!

TWO hours later, I'm finally ready to set the table, slice the garlic bread, and cook a side dish of vegetables.  YIKES!

Cutting the zucchini into thin, thin half moon slices took 10 minutes alone.  Then I picked the wrong sized pan to cook the chicken sausage.  The pans we have were either too small or too large.  I picked "too small".  Caused problems later when I was supposed to put the crushed tomatoes, the butter, sour cream, and stock concentrate into the pan with the cooked sausage.  (But the meat is very, very lean so there are no dippings to drain.)  

And there was an even worse problem when I  realized I was supposed to add the cooked spaghetti and zucchini which had been cooking in the oven under the broiler into the meat sauce.  Pan not big enough!  Improvise with my standby pressure cooker pan which was big enough to toss all those ingredients together.  Then I poured the whole concoction into one of my large bowls, topped it with the Parmesan cheese and some reserved zucchini half moons.  Not bad....

At long last!  By that time Louis had been home from work for almost an hour, and I was grateful to finally sit down to eat.  Happily the food tasted good, and I liked the zucchini in the recipe because it had been cooked in some seasoned olive oil.  Something different that I wouldn't have done if I had been picking the recipe.

The other recipes have taken lots longer than the suggested time on the instruction cards, too.  I'm NOT liking all the time I am spending in the kitchen again.  However, here are the pluses:  The precisely measured ingredients for EVERY recipe are in their own separately labeled brown bag, (except for the meats). When I select a bag out of the refrigerator, everything I need to assemble is right there together. Here's another plus:  I don't have to go to the store for panko bread crumbs and have the rest of the box sitting on the shelf until it is unusable.  Same with chili flakes, a thumb of ginger, just two flatbreads, etc.  Just enough for each single recipe packed with the other ingredients for the same dish.  Clean up is pretty much a snap, too.  It's just that I am soooo out of practice with even the elementary cooking skills needed to fix a meal.  

We tried the first box.  The second one was scheduled before I knew what was happening and arrived yesterday.   (Hello Fresh's choices but no fish--thank goodness.)  At that point, I got smart enough to skip a couple of weeks while I figure this whole thing out and cook the rest of the meals that have arrived.  

So, this excercise in the kitchen may be just a "one hit wonder".  I'm not sure yet if it will make it to the "top of the charts" by easing the culinary disasters I usually court! 

Bon appetit!