Shopping bags ... no problem.

 Going to the store in Oregon is a little different than in the Midwest.  You have to think ahead and know how much stuff you are going to buy.  In Oregon shopping bags are not included so you must bring your own.  Marge has a bunch of them in her car, she remembers to take them in with her.  I didn't remember this the first trip to Walmart (to be honest, I didn't remember for any store ... and I am 3 weeks into this adventure).  I came out of Walmart with all of my stuff in the cart and no bags.  Apparently the security people must be used to that because no one stopped me.  Try that in Omaha and security is going to be all over you in a heartbeat.  The really nice thing about no shopping bags, I don't see plastic bags in the trees, stuck in fences and all over the ground.  I love how clean everything is out here.  

I love this Dolly Parton Quote

 If my attitude needs more adjusting, I visualize God holding me upside down and shaking all the negative stuff — fears, doubts, insecurities — right out of me. Try it. Ask God to turn you upside down! It’s a surefire pick-me-up.

Adventures in getting around the city.

 Marge can't drive [because of the medication she is on] so handed me a set of keys when I got here and said I could use her car whenever I wanted, as long as I was here to drive her to appointments.  I have set out on my own a few times, but seem to get turned around even with my maps feature on, telling me where to go.  My first time driving alone I turned the wrong way down a 3 lane one way street.  YIKES it is a very busy road and thankfully God was watching out for me that I didn't get into an accident .... the cars were stopped at a red light and I was able to quickly pull into a driveway and get off that busy road.  I almost needed to go change my pants after that mistake.  

I just can't seem to get my bearings ... as far as knowing what direction I am going.  Yesterday I followed the maps feature and got exactly where I wanted to go after dropping Marge at PT ... but coming back I again got turned around and maps got me into the wrong lane and I could not get back to the place I dropped her.  Thankfully I was only 10 minutes late picking her up and the weather was amazing so she was OK with that!

The weather here has been pretty amazing.  There is a chill in the air, so I know that fall is coming soon but it is beautiful now.  I loved seeing all the orchards here.  I guess I forgot how much fruit is grown in this valley.  I remember years and years ago when I lived here we found an old abandoned orchard. We were allowed to harvest whatever we wanted in that orchard.  That was the beginning of my canning experiences.   

More adventures

 

Poor Marge is hurting from the Physical Therapy.  She was doing so well, then it set in!  She is getting better but she is hurting.  

We still try to get out and have some fun.  Today we took a drive to a farm.  Marge needed to spend her farmers  market money before it expired.  I had a great time buying some fruit and goodies.  Marge and I ate just junk this afternoon/evening.  My tummy is not real happy with me ... hopefully I eat more healthy tomorrow.  

Marge has two little ankle biter dogs.   The one on the left is Baby and she is a dear head Chihuahua.  Marge has had her for 13+ years.  The one on the right is Tara, she was adopted by Marge just a year or two ago.  She is an apple head Chihuahua.  When I first came here they were both leery of me and tried to stay far from me.  Both of them are warming up to me, Baby even comes up close to me wanting to bet pets.  They sometimes even want me to pick them up for short periods of time. 

 

Adventures in Oregon

 I have been in Oregon for 1 1/2 weeks now.  Marge had her surgery and came out of it like a rock star.  We were supposed to be at the hospital bright and early on Monday morning.  We got there and got her checked in and prepped for surgery. The rest of the family started trickling in, first Betty and Jim with Tammy then Theresa.  We sat in the waiting room for hours waiting for news that she had come through surgery.  We had a wonderful time visiting, laughing and enjoying each others company.  Theresa, being the ever thoughtful person she is brought snacks and bottles of water, that was amazing!   As it happens so often with surgery she got pushed back and didn't get finished until around noon.  Marge was kind of groggy but came around when we all went into her room and kept her awake with our chatter.  Apparently the staff of the hospital noticed us laughing and talking.  They told Marge about us several times.  

She was able to come home Monday evening and has been recovering very well.  She is walking without her walker or cane while in the house.  She doesn't like going to Physical therapy, but is doing it anyway.

Yesterday we drove into Eugene and went to a  store I have wanted to visit for years.  Mountain Rose Herbs.  It is a beautiful store.  It is full of essential oils, herbs, Tincher's, teas, just everything you can imagine in a herb shop.  I spent a lot of money in there, but probably less than I thought I might.  I might want to go back again before I go home.   

I am in Oregon, finally

 The train trip from Sacramento to Eugene, OR was uneventful.  The trip was about 12 or 13 hours, but it went pretty quickly.  I was so excited to see my family.  After all it has been 18 years since we have seen each other.  The closer we got to Eugene the more I started to recognize little towns (names) along the way.  We passed a town I thought I knew.  I looked out the window and a woman was in her yard and waving at the train.  I was sure she was waving just at me!  That little town turned out to be Oakridge.  The rest of the trip was spent calling everyone to tell them I was almost there.  I was so excited to see my family.  

We finally pulled into the station at Eugene.  I looked out the window but didn't see any of my family.  I went out to the platform to look for them.  A nice young many helped me get my heavy carry on out of the train.  I might still be there struggling with it if he hadn't helped.  Still no family!!  I walked along with the rest of the crowd wondering what happened to my family.  Finally I see a woman I think might be my niece.  We look at each other wondering if we have found the person we are looking for.  It was my beautiful Theresa (we haven't seen each other in many many years).  We hug and hug some more than start walking, she has no idea why the rest of our family is not there.  

We walk a bit further and I finally see my big sister Betty, husband Jim and daughter Tammy. They have signs they have made for me, but forgot to hold them up for me to read.  We are to busy hugging, laughing and crying.  The only person missing is Marge.  We have no idea where Marge is.  About 15 minutes later she pulls in, she got lost!!  

We all came back to Marg's house.  We talked and laughed and just enjoyed being together again.  After that we went to a Mexican restaurant and ate as much as we could hold.  It was a wonderful reunion.  

You would think that after such an eventful day we would have gone to bed at a reasonable time, but that is not in our DNA.  We talked until well into the night and didn't wake up until I believe around noon the next day.    

A new adventure away from Pooh Acres

 My sister called and said she needed to have her knee replaced.  After thinking about it a while I decided that I would travel to Oregon to help her.  I thought about it a lot and decided I would book a train trip and see the country.  I spent several months preparing for this trip, and deciding what I was going to do. I'm sure my friends were tired of hearing about my pending trip. I finally left Omaha on September 17, heading toward Denver and then the Pacific Northwest.  

My friend Melissa dropped me off at the Amtrack station around 10 PM.  The train was due around midnight but was a little late.  I was guided into the train car and thankfully got a window seat all by myself.  Everyone was pretty quiet on the ride into Lincoln.  It seemed like most people were sleeping.  We pulled into a small town east of Lincoln about a while later and onboarded a few people.  The woman seated in front of me turned around to talk with me.  She was quite a Chatty Cathy.  I learned she was going to the Denver terminal then North to go back home.  She had been visiting her parents in a small town for the last few weeks.  Her Dad is dying from cancer and she wanted to be with him as much as possible.  She lugged a huge suitcase with her (the stop was so small she could not check her luggage).  She got into her suitcase several times to pull out a Mountain Dew, or a sandwich, or a candy bar that her Mom had packed for her.  Apparently that huge suitcase held mostly food for her trip.  I had planned to sleep until daylight when I could see the scenery, but she wanted to talk, so talk we did.  

Along the way we picked up more people.  A woman who was always suffering from "I need a cigarette" got on.  She tried to get off the train at every stop to have a smoke.  The conductor got very frustrated with her and stopped opening the door on our car so she could not get off.  I learned along the way that this woman spent most of her life addicted to drugs and alcohol.  She lost custody of her children when they were quite young.  She has been estranged from her parents and siblings for many years.  Thankfully she has kicked the addiction and was traveling to California to meet her brother.  She was very nervous.  When we got to Sacramento, I had a long layover and she had to wait for her brother.  We spent some time one on one talking and I had the chance to pray with her and hopefully help her feel a little calmer before the big meeting. When her brother got there they hugged, cried and talked like nothing had ever happened.  She looked back at me, waved and gave me a big thumbs up sign!

Another woman I met on the train is Tess.  She is a little older than me and has been widowed for 10+ years.  Her husband left her with plenty of money so she travels a lot.  She loves traveling by train for short trips, but flies for longer trips.  We spent hours talking about all kinds of of things, especially being widows, and our relationship with God.  We exchanged contact information.  I believe we will stay in touch with each other.  At my stop, she was going on further, she asked if we could pray together.    It was so wonderful to meet another woman I felt I could talk with and share my sorrow of loosing my Phil.  She understood and shared her sorrow with me.  

Friday afternoon we arrived in Sacramento, and an 8 hour layover.  I had planned to call and meet with one of Phil's friends.  They had been friends since grade school and I had talked to him on the phone many time when he and Phil were chatting.  Phil had been trying to witness to Alan for months.  Not long before he died he went to the Bible book store and bought a book on the gospel of John and another on Romans.  He had intended to send both of these books to Alan but never got around to it.    That was the perfect reason to meet up with Alan while I was so close to him.  Alan picked me up and took me back to his apartment.  It was good to finally meet him.  I must say his driving scared me more than a little.  I don't think I would like to drive in Sacramento!

My train left the station in Sacramento around 11 PM.  I was finally on my way to Oregon to see my sisters, nieces and nephew.  I was to excited to sleep ... ready to get to my family.