Thursday, December 4, 2014

Fairfield on Broadway

It's 2:22 am. Sleeping bodies litter our hotel room. My dad and his mom are down on the first floor. Why in the world am I awake!?

Anxiety, I guess. I've made this trip when I was younger and it was difficult then.

Doing up Gran's coat. We walked next door to Olive Garden for dinner.

It was SO great to see them again. My dad met my mom on Guam and even the kids loved hearing my dad's advice. Especially about what to watch for (and be careful of!) in the ocean.

Plus, the meal was great. Thanks, Dad!

The kids got to swim with Grandpa. Gran and I sat by the cracked open door cuz it was sweltering in there.

Saying goodnight.

Final Week In Wyoming

After moving into the apartment, I was asked a few times if my life got a lot easier because our living quarters were so much smaller. No! Without laundry facilities, and knowing how expensive the laundry mat is, I took advantage of any willing friends' washers and driers which meant having to leave the house sometimes to two or three places to rotate everything. Thanks guys!

Also, with no dishwasher, washing dishes required standing there for a while.  I tried to still make simple home cooked meals which was challenging for many reasons. Although, we had lots of dinner invites which was WONDERFUL. Then, of course I was still doing all my other "mom" jobs- taxi, teacher, go-fer, housekeeper, errand runner...blah, blah. 

Four weeks ago we sold my van. So I drove the Rover and Jake drove the truck. The day before Thanksgiving he sold the truck so we were a one car family. Ugh. 

The final week, being down to one car, tying up loose ends, and not wanting to have a bunch of food left over, and worrying about packing seven people into as few bags as possible, and Jake being under a ton of pressure to finish up his jobs, and kids wanting going away parties, then doing the whole, packing, storage, cleaning thing again...WHEW. That's the sound frequently making its way out of my mouth-among other things, but don't ask the kids, because they'll tell you, and your vision of me will be marred. 

Wonderfully, and blessedly, I had many kind hearts to turn to. I am so thankful for the friendships I have been blessed with while living here in Star Valley. You know who you are and YOU ROCK!

Our last day was Monday. I borrowed a car and literally was go, gO, GO! until we met up with the Kings at 2:15 pm, loaded our three carry-ons, seven Galloways, and seven personal bags, into their two vans. Our van was definitely more fun because Dallas and I sang to the Dixie Chicks!

Farewell, sweet Star Valley. 


This is Danielle, who bought our house. We went to visit her as a Relief Society Presidency to welcome her into Afton 2nd ward, and I forced her to take a picture with me. They are a wonderful family with three young children. She said she loves the house, and it turns out that her great, great uncle built it!

We were waiting for laundry at Dallas's house. (And making FHE treat!)

Dallas revealed her secret collection of wigs!

Not a secret anymore!

A whole new me.

Purple.

We decided that with black hair, Rylee would need to dye her eyebrows.
JoAnn put on a huge Thanksgiving spread and invited us!

This was a great break during a difficult day.

All of our possessions are now waiting for our return in a 10x10 space.

Shay came up and we couldn't do our normal family activity of watching a movie, so we bowled.

The boys were so excited for their sleepover with the little boy two doors down from our house!

These three got along so well ALL the time. They loved the soup, Christina!
This was Star Valley as we left it.

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Part Two of Back to the Haven

 On the way to Cheyenne, the driving conditions were perfect. Everything was dry and clear. It was windy but not as bad as I have seen. I want to tell you a little about the ranch where January will be staying.


Meet my friend, Miss Virginia. She and I first met when I brought Rylee out to Cheyenne in June. After some major life changes, Virginia found herself with this ranch and the question of what to do with it. Then one day, there was a knock on the door. She opened the door and the man standing there said, "I want to rent your pasture."

She told me that she sized things up and went straight to prayer, "Okay, God, is this a test or a gift?"  Turned out to be both. That man is a Galloway, so I can completely sympathize!

Virginia has always loved horses. (Sound familiar?) Like Rylee, she had a mare as a best friend when she was a young girl. Her heart broke as she went off to college and had to leave her mare behind. After college, they stayed together right up until the horse passed away. Marriage and family life moved her away from horses for a long time.



Since that knock on the door, however, Virginia finds herself spending time with horses everyday. And this is not your normal pastoral scene. She, and Rod, and Rod's daughter, Ashby, have become partners in the business of breeding mares and helping to ensure that the new little babies are brought safely into the world. If you were a horse person, wouldn't that be an amazing thing to do with your life?


In typical Galloway fashion, Rod wasted no time in fixing, and building, and turning the ranch into a beautiful and safe place for the horses who came their way. He also helped Virginia to make improvements on the hundred year old farm house where she opened her arms and welcomed us in with only ten minutes notice when we arrived this time.



I just love listening to Virginia talk about horses. She speaks of the individual personalities the horses have. Every living creature has a spirit, but while listening to her, I really got a feel for the spiritual nature of these animals. Additionally, and I think of more significance, I got a feel for the spiritual nature of my friend, Virginia. Working with these horses, being able to embrace the passion she developed as a child, and feeling a new dream bubble up to the surface of this new life has put a wonderful light into her eyes.


She confided in me. She told me she was thinking about calling the place "Praire Haven" because she felt like it was a haven where animals in need could come to be taken care of. Well, I dare say, it is shaping up to be a haven even for the two legged animals who sometimes need a little caring.


I saw this little picture hanging in the bathroom. It has been there since her two daughters were little. They called these the "three keys to happiness" Over the decades, they have often used this to remind each other that nobody can make anyone else happy. The quote is now one of my favorites:

Three grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.- Joseph Addison

Good advice, I think.

Uncle Rod had the missionaries come help fix up this outhouse. It is, apparently, an actual outhouse. I did nothing to confirm that, however!





They really fixed up the place, though, didn't they?


Having a good fence is important when it comes to livestock, and Rod cut no corners here. I just love these little glass thingies. I know there's an actual name for them...

Early in the morning, I fetched Rylee from Ashby's house and she had one last ride with January, letting her wander freely, exploring her new home.

After they put January in this corral with the other mares who had come in for water, we all just stood at the fence watching. Horses are very social animals. There is a hierarchy, and January will be at the bottom for a while. It was very interesting to watch as January stood off by herself and the other horses were in little cliques. Occasionally, one of them would kind of go towards her and sniff from afar. Eventually, one of them decided it was time to go back out to pasture and headed out. All the others began to follow. When there were only three left, January started walking out, too. There was one horse who made sure to stay behind her as if she was looking out for her.

I watched for it. I watched as January slowly walked towards the gate...wondering...and then...yes...she turned and looked at Rylee. Rylee told her it was okay. Then, she continued to follow the other horses. It was at this point where Rylee started crying. She put her forehead against the pole fence. When the horses were out of sight, Rod put his arm around her. Virginia went off to do more chores. I headed to the truck.

"Dry your eyes now," said Uncle Rod.

"She's a girl. Let her cry!" Virginia yelled over her shoulder.




Wednesday, November 26, 2014

42 degrees is awesome

The world is melting. 
Until tonight. 
It's like After Earth. 

Sunday, November 23, 2014

Back to the Haven for You, January

Paying close attention to the weather forecast, we watched for the best days last week for Rylee and I to take January back to Uncle Rod in Cheyenne. Driving across Wyoming in the winter can be very daunting. The bits which don't have much snow have much wind. If you luck out and get both, which I have in the past, you will curse your husband for many years to come!

Here is Rylee bringing January out of the pasture.  Thank you, Mr. Sessions (our wonderful neighbor) for letting Rylee use your pasture and tack room!


I had to hold her for a minute so I tried taking selfies with a horse. Not as easy as you'd think. 

I have pulled work trailers before, but never a horse trailer. The difference in having a living creature in your back end can be summed up in one sentence, "Stop moving around! You're making me seasick!"

This is the part Rylee had to handle. 

Can you tell what Harsey is communicating here? That's my Irish nickname for her. Rylee just gave a quick smack on Jujubee's chest and then she relented. I just made up that nickname. Just barely. Johnny on the spot. That's how you know I like ya!

And she's in! 

She was very pouty the whole way. Whenever we stopped, which was just about in every town-don't ask me why- she whinnied and neighed and turned completely around which wasn't easy as  Rylee had her head tied to prevent too much movement.

I thought it was so cool to be driving this trailer around because people who didn't know me would think I'm a horse person. Yep. That's me. I ride all the time. Not scared a bit...

What took six hours to drive in my van  took eight hours in truck and trailer. Plus, my short leg just couldn't get forward enough for the gas pedal. Ever try keeping your calf muscle clenched for eight hours? 

As we approached Cheyenne I called Rod and he told me to take exit 370. Then, Rylee and I fought over the radio (there was some smacking involved) and the next exit I noticed was 390. So I texted Rod:

We missed the exit. We'll be coming to you via Omaha. 

Then on the backtrack I took the truck weighing station instead of 370. Ergh!

EveNtuALly, we made it. 

Right away Rod gave Rylee a hard time about everything- being a teenage girl...making us miss the exit...not knowing a thing about horses...

That's how you know a Galloway loves you. 

This guy is the most expert expert I've ever seen when it comes to horses. He will use his decades' earned skills to help ensure that January's foal gets a fair shake at life on the planet. 

Here are both my passengers enjoying being out of the car. Out in the cold, but out of the car. 

Please watch for PART TWO of this post! 




Saturday, November 22, 2014

Welcome Back Jack Frost!

This was last week when we woke to -4 degrees. You go to the woodshop and gather around the wood stove. 

This is today. 40 degrees and breezy with lots of snow. Truthfully, anything above 30 feels great compared to below zero. 


These are the flags Grandpa flies outside his house. Can you see all the snowflakes? 


I need wellies today but in nine days my zorrie should be more than adequate. 


Friday, November 21, 2014

Delivering Dog

We took Dog down to Aunt Jen's where she will stay while we are in Guam. Rylee made certain they understood that she gets Dog back when we return. 


Playing around at the shop:

Rylee's photo:

Dog and one of her new roommates, Skout.