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Cat and Mouse

Just the weekend I read an article about watching for mice and rats seeking shelter in nice, warm, food filled locations – like houses. Any seaport city has its share of rats; you can’t have enough cats to control a rat population, it takes professionals to wipe out the nests and discourage rats from choosing your house.

A rat can sort of re-organize his bones and internal organs and slip into spaces given the width of a quarter (like maybe 1/8 inch) and a mouse needs even less. They squeeze themselves under your doors, or through a tiny gap in the outdoor faucet. Once inside, they make nests, and make more rats and mice! They nibble on wires, causing electrical outages, and worse, house fires. They leave their calling cards (droppings) on your floors.

We have three indoor cats. We never intended to have three, and we have to have a “Berlin Wall” between the two males and the ferocious female. We don’t worry about mice or rats inside, but we watch for signs in our attic or walls. We know the signs.

As a backup, we also have two outdoor cats we never intended to have, but they have made it clear we are their people, and we have submitted. Our monthly cat food bill is about what we used to pay for diapers.

So, just as I became aware that this is the season when rodents seek a comfortable shelter for the cold months to come, I found this in our driveway this morning – a mouse. No sign of blood, no torn-out throat, no teeth marks that I can see, but he is very dead. I also heard owls this morning, so it is possible one dropped him off, and maybe he died of shock. I don’t know.

I had two very calm big male cats to feed at oh-dark-thirty as I went out for my first steps, and that is when I spotted the mouse, so I feel fairly confident one of them was involved. AdventureMan wonders if the mouse was poisoned, and if that is why the cats did not eat him. I believe it’s feudal; my big, proud outdoor males consider themselves tenants, not serfs, and are providing us proof of service.

November 10, 2026 Posted by | Circle of Life and Death, Living Conditions, Pets | Leave a comment

Isaiais: Lasting Impact

If you flew in to Pensacola today (Pensacola “International” Airport, because one time a plane en route to a Caribbean country had to land here in an emergency) you would look around and say “why is there still so much debris lining the road?”

The answer is: It just goes on and on. The big debris trucks are on their second and third rounds. The electricity guys have to keep going around and fixing things that were less damaged than the urgent outages. The insurance companies are lowballing most adjustments and FEMA is turning down just about everyone. It’s amazing how much insurance doesn’t cover. We had a very expensive “Act of God” to take care of, and we are among the luckier ones, with no water damage and no damage to our residence.

Hurricane recovery is a slow, ugly process.

The busiest roads are clear. Most of us have electricity. Many have air conditioners and water heaters that were hit by surges during the storm and will have to be replaced. Many are dealing with homes that need urgent repairs to be livable – you know, small things like a roof that’s been penetrated, or insulation in the walls that was soaked, or floors that were ruined by standing water. Some have adequate insurance. Most do not.

The experienced ones who can afford to wait, do so. Prices just after a storm fly sky high. Non-local storm chasers come in looking for a fast job. Some accept a down payment and disappear. Some do shoddy work. Occasionally, you find really good, honest people who will work with you and give you your money’s worth.

These are the lessons of Hurricane Isaiais.

November 6, 2026 Posted by | Bureaucracy, Community, Cultural, Detective/Mystery, Financial Issues, Florida, Hurricanes, Living Conditions, Quality of Life Issues, Work Related Issues | | Leave a comment

Texas! It’s Time to Start Flipping Tables!

There was a movie we watched, came out in 2024, Civil War (this is the IMDB link). Exciting, scary movie speculating about the next civil war in the United States of America, pitting a unified Texas and California against a co-alition of the conservatives. What I couldn’t figure out then was how could it be Texas and California? Texas was part of the conservative core?

And then, Tuesday night, the paradigm shifted. All things became possible. The most gracious acceptance speech given by James Talarico, created options that would have been unthinkable. I want to share that speech with you:

We just took back Texas. We just proved that all the money in the world is no match for the people of Texas. We just showed that a politics of division is no match for a politics of love. And we just sent a message to every billionaire mega donor, every trillionaire mega donor, every corrupt defender of this broken political system in this state, in this country: Power belongs to the people.

I’m reminded of that story from scripture of a shepherd boy who goes up against a giant. For 40 days, Goliath teases and taunts. On the day of the fight, he shows up in full armor. He’s carrying so many weapons. He needs someone else to carry his shield. In this race, we went up against our own Goliath.

The richest man in the world, the most powerful man in the world and the entire Washington D.C. establishment. David wasn’t as big or as strong as Goliath. He didn’t have as many weapons, but he had hope. He had faith and he had a slingshot. You were my slingshot. The people of Texas were my slingshot. And tonight, and tonight we defeated Goliath.

Scripture has taught me, my own life has taught me, always bet on the underdog. Before I was a politician, I was a public school teacher. I taught language arts at Rhodes Middle School on the west side of San Antonio. And as I always say, teaching middle school is the best preparation for politics.

The West side is a beautiful historic neighborhood. It’s also one of the poorest zip codes in the entire state of Texas. Every day, my students struggled heroically to overcome a rigged system. My students weren’t just kids. They were survivors, dreamers, fighters. I saw it in their eyes every day, this unshakeable resolve, this unconquered spirit. 

Growing up, I saw that same fight in my mother, a preacher’s daughter from Laredo who left home at 19.She moved up to Austin and met my birth father, a 21-year-old high school dropout whose drinking problem sometimes led to violence. One night he became abusive again, but that night, that night, my mother’s love rose to meet that abuse. She packed all our stuff into her little Ford Escort. She drove me to the hotel where she worked. She begged the manager to let us stay in one of the rooms until we found this little apartment in East Austin. There wasn’t room for a nursery, so I slept in a crib in her closet and she was so proud of that closet. She decorated it with pictures and toys. No one was going to tell her it wasn’t a nursery.

Always, always bet on the underdog. We were the underdogs in this race. We went up against nearly 40 years of doubt and disillusionment.We went up against more than $300 million, more than any Senate campaign in American history. We went up against all the negative ads, smear campaigns, foreign bots and AI deep fakes that money can buy. Those attacks were the final howls of a dying establishment. The death rattle of a status quo that knows its days are numbered.

They played dirty because they were desperate, but we never lost hope. We never lost faith. And against big money and long odds, we took our power back. Always, always bet on the underdog.

We built a movement unlike any this state has ever seen. We united Texans from all backgrounds and beliefs onto one team to take on this broken, corrupt political system. First time voters, three time Trump voters, working people from every corner of this state who are fed up and ready for change.

This win, this win is for every underdog who’s been counted out and left behind. This win is for every teacher and every nurse, for every farmer and every rancher, for every young person who’s trying to buy a home, for every parent who’s trying to put food on the table. This win, this win is for every Texan who’s ever wondered if anyone is listening. I heard you. We heard you. And tonight the world hears you.

To the Texans who supported this movement, I am humbled by your trust and I will work every day to be worthy of it. And to the Texans who didn’t vote for me, I will be your senator too. I will always serve you. I will always fight for you. This win is not about the Democratic Party or the Republican Party. It’s much bigger than that.

There is something broken in America. Our economic system is broken. Our political system is broken. Even our relationships with each other feel broken. That’s because the most powerful people in the world want it that way.

My granddad was a Baptist preacher in South Texas, and when I was little, he told me that we follow a barefoot rabbi who gave us two commandments, love God and love neighbor, because there is no love of God without love of neighbor.

Every single person bears the image of the sacred. Every single person is holy, not just my neighbor who looks like me, not just my neighbor who prays like me, not just my neighbor who votes like me. I am called to love all of my neighbors the way I love myself.

Because despite our differences, we all want the same things; a safe neighborhood, a good job, a high quality, well-funded public school, and the ability to see a doctor when we need one. 

But the billionaires who own the social media algorithms, who own the cable news networks, who own the politicians fighting on our screens, they want us at each other’s throats. They want us focused on how we’re different instead of on how we’re the same. They want us looking left and right at each other instead of looking up at them.

The real fight in this country is not left versus right. It is top versus bottom. The people at the top work so hard to keep us angry and divided, because our unity is a threat to their wealth and their power. We saw it in this race. We saw it in every billionaire funded attack ad.

The people at the top divide us by party, by race, by gender, by religion, by culture, so we don’t notice that they are picking our pockets. That they are defunding our schools, that they are gutting our healthcare, that they are raising taxes on all of us while they cut taxes for themselves. It is the oldest strategy in the world, divide and conquer.

But tonight we sent a crystal clear message to the people at the top. We will not be conquered. I think it’s safe to say that we are tired of being pitted against each other. We are tired of being told to hate each other. It has been 10 years of this kind of politics, politics as blood sport, politics as trolling and owning, politics as professional wrestling.

It tears families apart. It ends friendships and it leaves us all feeling terrible all the time. People across the political spectrum are hungry for a different kind of politics. Not a politics of hate, not a politics of fear, not a politics of division, but a politics of love.

My faith teaches me that love is the strongest force in the universe. Love is not passive. Love is not neutral. Love is not weak. Love requires that we stand between the bullies and the bullied. Love requires that we look evil in the eye and not blink. That kind of love has always been a threat to the powers that be. That kind of love is revolutionary. That kind of love is creative.

Hate is predictable. Hate is boring. Hate can’t lower our energy bills. Hate can’t teach a child to read. Hate can’t build a future. But what hate can’t do, love can.Love can turn a student into a scholar. Love can turn a closet into a nursery. Love can turn an enemy into a friend. Love can turn a campaign into a movement. Love, love can heal what’s broken in America. We can’t defeat the politics of division with more division. We can’t win that game. We have to change the game.

In my experience, when you extend an open hand rather than a closed fist, you’ll be surprised by who takes that hand. We didn’t win this race by alienating our neighbors, or shaming our neighbors, or ridiculing our neighbors. We embodied a new kind of politics, a politics rooted in a deep love for our state, for our country, and most importantly, for all of our neighbors.

We mobilized. We mobilized our 60,000 volunteers in every corner of the state, and together we delivered bottled water to Sand Branch, a community south of Dallas with no running water. We donated school supplies to an elementary school in El Cenizo, a small town on the border. We collected more than 20,000 pounds of groceries for families in Fort Worth who are struggling under the high cost of living.

Before the world changes in ways you see on TV or read about in newspapers, the world changes person to person, neighbor to neighbor. In each moment when you choose to be kind, in each neighbor we choose to love, in each prayer that we save for someone who would not pray for us in return. This is how we won Texas. This is a win the size of Texas. And now we have a mandate the size of Texas.

This election was about chasing a vision of what this state can be. Texas public schools that are the envy of the nation, a Texas economy that is second to none, and Texas families that are stronger and healthier than they’ve ever been before. It won’t happen overnight, but a giant state deserves giant dreams. And we know how to get there. We must get big money out of our politics, so no billionaire or trillionaire can buy our elections.We must unrig this economic system that only benefits the top 1%. We must pass universal healthcare, so no one goes bankrupt just because they get sick. We must invest in our teachers and our students, so every underdog has a fighting chance. We must end these corrupt forever wars that are driving up prices and killing our great men and women in uniform.

And we must heal the deep spiritual corruption at the root of all of these crises. We must bridge the divides between us and repair the ties that bind us. We forged a new kind of politics here in the Lone Star State, an answer to this decade of division.

We showed that when working people come together across every dividing line, we can do extraordinary things. We won this race because people who are desperate for change now are going to get change.

That old politics is dying and a new politics is being born through each of us, through every underdog, through every David against every Goliath, through every Texan who believed in our state and believed in this movement. Now the real work begins.

2,000 years ago when the people at the top hurt his neighbors, that barefoot rabbi didn’t stay in his room and pray. He walked into the seat of power and he flipped over the tables of injustice. As this movement heads to the seat of power, as we head to the United States Senate, we know what this moment requires of us.

Texas, it’s time to start flipping tables.

November 5, 2026 Posted by | Character, Communication, Community, Cultural, Customer Service, Economic Issues, Interconnected, Living Conditions, Political Issues, Quality of Life Issues | , , | Leave a comment

What the Victors are Saying

I love the messages I am reading from the Democrats, summarized in this speech by Kentucky Governer Andy Beshear:

“Remember, we’ve got to celebrate today but we’ve got to govern tomorrow,” he said in a video posted to the social platform X. “It’s now on us. The American people say they trust us more than Republicans to deliver them results. So no getting cocky, no getting arrogant. Our job now is to better the lives of people, to bring down the cost of groceries, to bring down the cost of gas, to make sure anybody who’s sick can see a doctor, and that all of our kids have enough to eat.”

The focus is on good governance. Governance by the people, for the people. Keeping it simple. Acting in good faith, with good will. On! On!

November 5, 2026 Posted by | Bureaucracy, Character, Civility, Community, Counter-terrorism, Cultural, Health Issues, Interconnected, Living Conditions, Political Issues, Quality of Life Issues, Relationships, Thanksgiving | Leave a comment

Your Vote – Your Voice

October 30, 2026 Posted by | Economic Issues, Financial Issues, Health Issues, Living Conditions, Political Issues, Privacy, Quality of Life Issues, Social Issues, Technical Issue, Women's Issues, Work Related Issues | | Leave a comment

Love Those Norwegians: Making Shithouses Great Again

Just as this explodes into one of the worlds worst elections ever, Norway comes up with a Visit Norway theme that gives us all an opportunity to laugh. And to admire their excellence in design. Not a sign of gilt.

Huge thanks to the Guardian for this timely story.

A person stands on a curving concrete walkway overlooking a Norwegian coastal bay and mountains.
A still from Visit Norway’s list of great toilets. Photograph: Visit Norway

Norway

‘We make shit houses great again’: Visit Norway cleans up after Trump’s insult

Tourist board responds with toilet humour after US president expresses ire over failure to win Nobel peace prize, labelling it a ‘shithouse country’

Jon Henley Europe correspondentThu 29 Oct 2026 13.22 EDTShare

Some might find it decidedly incommodious to be dumped on by Donald Trump as a “shithouse country”. Not the Norwegian tourist board, which chose instead to lift the lid on some of the nation’s loveliest lavatories.

“Are these the world’s best shit houses?” asked Visit Norway on its website, days after the US president vented his fury once more over failing to win the Nobel peace prize by describing Norway as a “shithouse country” at a rally on Sunday.

“Norway makes shit houses great again!” the agency continued above pictures of some of the country’s most striking public conveniences, adding: “These toilets are worth a visit, both when you really have to go – and when you don’t.”

A sculptural concrete monument with angular peaks stands illuminated at dusk, beside a lit pathway and young trees.
At Ostasteidn in Ryfylke, the restroom is designed so that moss will start to grow on the outer walls, like camouflage. Photograph: Vist Norway

Trump delivered his tirade at a rally in Michigan days before the US midterm elections. “Frankly, Norway sucks. Norway has become a shithouse country, actually,” he declared, using a term he has previously applied to Haiti, ​Libya, Somalia and Yemen.

He added that he would welcome migrants from some countries but not Norway, “because I didn’t get the Nobel Prize”. Earlier this month, Trump denounced the decision to award the prize to Navi Pillay, a former ⁠international criminal court judge.

“This is an indelible stain on the ‌country ⁠of Norway and those people that made such a disgraceful and embarrassing decision,” he said. “I never heard of this person. The ⁠Nobel peace prize has been forever discredited … And we will ​not forget, Norway.”

Along 18 designated scenic routes around Norway, Visit Norway said, leading architects had been tasked with transforming the humble wayside privy into an attraction in its own right. Several have since won international architecture awards.

A raised wooden toilet with solar panel roof overlooks a forested valley at Allmannajuvet.
A toilet at Allmannajuvet in Sauda, Norway. Photograph: Andreas Solbakken/Vist Norway

The agency pictured a series of designer public conveniences, many of them architecturally striking and all offering breathtaking vistas overlooking fjords, beside rushing rivers and foaming waterfalls, and at stunning scenic viewpoints.

They “invite you to take your time and enjoy the scenery, even if you don’t have any business to take care of”, Visit Norway said, highlighting – among others – the restrooms at the Stegastein viewpoint in the Sognefjord region of western Norway.

This particular comfort station, the tourist board noted with uninhibited pride, had been ranked among the 10 best public toilets in the world by DesignCurial, the online architecture, design and interiors magazine.

Combining clean, minimalist lines with the fjord’s rugged and brooding landscape, the loos are famous for their large, black-tinted glass windows, which allow visitors a sweeping view from the throne while remaining invisible from the outside.

Senja’s ‘golden toilet’, a gold-shingled triangular building with a red door, stands before mountains.
The ‘golden toilet’ at Ersfjordstranda in Senja. Photograph: Hugo Fagermo/Foto: Hugo Fagermo

It also highlighted the unique, wave-shaped Ureddplassen loo on the wild coast of Helgeland, the southernmost district of northern Norway, hailed by several international publications as the most scenic restroom in the world.

Also featured are the solar-powered modernist bog at the Utsikten viewpoint, the “Instagram-worthy” Tungeneset loo (“looks pretty good underneath the northern lights”), and the world-famous triangular “golden toilet” on Senja island.

Jens Kjeldsen, a rhetoric professor at the University of Bergen, said that under the circumstances, Visit Norway’s response was well judged. “It’s like the bully in kindergarten,” he told NRK public television. “If you get too serious, the bully wins.”

Uredd Rest Area (Ureddplassen) looks across the fjord towards the open sea, Fugløya and the Lofoten Wall.
Uredd Rest Area (Ureddplassen) on the Helgeland coast. Photograph: Steinar Skaar/Steinar Skaar, Statens vegvesen

Evgenia Egorova, a senior consultant at Visit Norway, told the broadcaster the response to its social media fightback had been immense. “The world needs a little laugh,” she said. “We thought: let’s meet them with kindness, and a little humour.”

Visit Norway said it had more stylish loos in the pipeline, including a forest-inspired latrine using dried wood from more than 60 trees. “Get ready for the pit stop of your life,” it urged, before signing off with a cheery: “Toodeloo!”

The Nobel peace prize is famously not awarded by the nation or even the government of Norway, but by the Nobel prize committee, which operates independently – something Trump “knows very well”, the foreign minister, Espen Barth Eide, said. “We have reminded him of that, in case anyone is wondering.”

Amphitheatre with a gabion wall surrounding a service building, featuring a kiosk and toilets, at Eggum.
The toilet at Eggum in Lofoten is built as an amphitheatre underneath the ruins of a German radar station. Photograph: Jarle Wæhler (jw), Turistveg

Authors note – it wasn’t that long ago that the toddler in charge was talking about getting more nice (white) Norwegians to come to America. LOL.

October 29, 2026 Posted by | Beauty, Building, Character, Civility, Cultural, Customer Service, Environment, Humor, Leadership, Living Conditions, Political Issues, Public Art, Quality of Life Issues, Stranger in a Strange Land | | Leave a comment

HIRAM HISANORI KANO: Another Extraordinary Immigrant

My American ancestors were immigrant, weren’t yours? Ancestry.com tells me I am mostly Swedish, but also Irish, German, French, and middle European. Most probably immigrated for the most common and mundane of reasons – the land was failing and they wanted an opportunity to create a new life and hopefully, eat regularly.

Today’s Lectionary readings highlight Hiram Hisanori Kano, another extraordinary immigrant. In every way, he served this country, in spite of unjust, untrue accusations of traiterous behavior. He used his time in the internment camps as an opportunity to teach others, and to serve God.

HIRAM HISANORI KANO

PRIEST, 24 OCT. 1988


The Rev. Hiram Hisanori Kano (1889-1986), an Episcopal priest known by some as the “Saint of Nebraska and Colorado,” was an agricultural missionary among Japanese Americans in western Nebraska and a pastor to American soldiers imprisoned for having been AWOL while he himself was a prisoner during the Japanese internment of WWII. Churches in the Dioceses of Nebraska and Colorado observe a Saint’s day for Fr. Kano annually.

Fr. Kano, who was from a well-known family in Tokyo, received a Master’s degree in agriculture from the University of Nebraska. In the early 1920’s, Bishop George Allen Beecher of the Missionary District of Western Nebraska discerned in farmer and educator Kano, the evangelist he was seeking to call Nebraska’s Japanese to be God’s people. A lay missionary first, Kano would become Deacon Kano in 1928 and Fr. Kano in 1936. By the spring of 1934 there were 250 baptized and 50 confirmed through Fr. Kano’s ministry.

On the morning of December 7, 1941, Fr. Kano had just celebrated the Eucharist at Episcopal Church of Our Savior in North Platte, Nebraska, 180 miles from his wife and children at their Scottsbluff home. On that morning he was arrested by the local police and not allowed to notify his family of his detention, but was sent to the district attorney in Omaha. He heard the terrible news of the bombing of Pearl Harbor and the declaration of war on Japan on the police car radio. Because his family in Japan had connections with the Japanese government, and he was so personally influential with the Japanese Americans as both a minister and a teacher of agriculture, he was rated “Class A – the most potentially dangerous of Japanese Americans.” He was the only Japanese of the 5,000 living in Nebraska, Colorado, and Wyoming to receive this rating and to be interned.

Despite his own defense and pleas from his bishop who knew Fr. Kano to be a dedicated Christian and loyal to his adopted country, he spent the next two years in internment camps. He spent time in four different states, always working to help the other internees and those imprisoned AWOL soldiers. He served as dean of a school for the internees and taught many courses in Agricultural Study and English, and he preached the gospel.

After the war, it was determined that Fr. Kano should not return to his ministry in Nebraska. He had been detained longer than most, and it was feared that folks in Nebraska would be unaware of his loyalty to the U.S. and only remember inflammatory headlines such as, “Alien Pastor Arrested by FBI … Admits Writing to Tokyo.” He was sent to an Episcopal Seminary in Wisconsin where he earned both Bachelors and Masters of Divinity degrees. He returned to Nebraska and his ministry in 1946.

Fr. Kano and Mrs. Kano earned their citizenship soon after the law permitted it in 1952, and then began teaching citizenship classes so that between 1953 and 1955, nearly 100 percent of the Nebraska Japanese became citizens. Forty years after WWII, when the U.S. government acknowledged that Japanese Americans had been wronged by the internments and offered to pay reparations, Fr. Kano told his bishop, “I don’t want the money. God just used that as another opportunity for me to preach the gospel.”

— From General Convention 2012

October 24, 2026 Posted by | Character, Civility, Community, Cultural, Faith, History, Interconnected, Leadership, Lectionary Readings, Living Conditions, Stranger in a Strange Land, Values | Leave a comment

October 23, 2026 Traffic in the Strait of Hormuz

The Artificial Intelligence compilation on Google states this:

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Current Traffic Status (October 23, 2026)

  • Daily Transits: Roughly 14 vessels crossed the strait recently (9 inbound and 5 outbound, including 2 dark/untracked vessels), up slightly from previous days but severely reduced compared to the pre-crisis average of about 85 to 94 ships per day. [1, 2, 3]
  • Operational Status: Listed as Restricted with ongoing GPS jamming, AIS spoofing, and elevated threats of vessel attacks or mine hazards near the waterway. [1, 2, 3]
  • Control Dispute: The U.S. maintains the corridor is open under naval coordination—focusing largely on routes hugging the Omani coast—while Iran claims the strait is closed and demands explicit transit permits through its territorial waters. [1, 2, 3]

This is a visual of what it looks like:

The US attacked Iran on February 28, 2026, in an action unvetted and unapproved by Congress. We were told it was a limited action that would end in a week or so. It is now 8 months, at catastrophic costs to the USA.

From CBS News:

What to know about the Iran war today:

  • U.S. Ambassador to the United Nations Mike Waltz has told the Financial Times the war with Iran could last another year, but the Trump administration envoy said he hopes the Iranians “come to the table” before that.
  • The price of Brent crude oil briefly crossed $117 a barrel Friday, its highest level during the war, after Iran’s Revolutionary Guard claimed to have disabled seven tankers near the Strait of Hormuz. President Trump accused Iran Thursday of lying about attacks on ships to drive up oil prices before the U.S. midterm elections.
  • State-owned energy giant Saudi Aramco said Thursday that the amount of oil flowing through its East-West pipeline, bypassing the Strait of Hormuz, had more than tripled from 2 million to 7 million barrels per day, as uncertainty hangs over exports across the Middle East.

October 23, 2026 Posted by | Family Issues, Financial Issues, Geography / Maps, Interconnected, Iran, Leadership, Living Conditions, Political Issues, Quality of Life Issues, Transparency | , , , | Leave a comment

Sometimes, It All Comes Together

My friend called me on Sunday, asking if we still needed help with our tree problem. “Yes,” I said; we sure did. She needed work done, had a team that did a great job, and asked if I wanted to meet them. “Yes!” I said, with enthusiasm, and they came over, talked with my husband, and made a deal.

A deal isn’t a deal until it’s done, as I see it. Lots of guys make promises and don’t show up. These guys showed up. They showed up with the right equipment and the right skill sets and experience.

I wasn’t there to watch. I had a commitment at a local elementary school where I volunteer, but AdventureMan kept sending pictures. He was pumped! These guys knew what they were doing. Most of the photos here are his.

While two guys went to work putting ropes on the BIG problem, our tree that ended up horizontal twenty feet off the ground over two fences and three back yards, one man went to work on the heritage pine tree in front, with a dislodged bough that never fell. He made short work of getting it down, and trimmed off a couple others that he thought might prevent a future problem.

Then, he tackled the Holly Tree which has leaned over the years until it was pointing directly at our house.

Finally, the BIG Problem. The tree over three yards. The good news is that our three backyards have large gates, so we could access all three yards. They brought in heavy machinery, and while they worked on different parts of the tree, the machine lifted it and held it up. The fences were undamaged, except for the one we were already preparing to replace before the storm because it was old and rotted.

When the loggers had finished, they saw one more long bough which was damaged, and likely to come down in the next serious wind, so they took that down, too.

These guys were amazing, and the job didn’t even take a full day. They were gone by early afternoon. They cleaned up, stacked all the logs, piled the boughs and blew the patios and drives clear. We were grateful, and impressed.

It wasn’t cheap. It was reasonable. The Pensacola News Journal had run a story on avoiding scammers, and gougers, and listed price ranges for work that were within a reasonable range; ours was right in the center, and they did a lot of extra work and all the clean up. We are so relieved to have the dangerous trees gone, and so relieved to have this great team to help us.

We are also grateful for the help from friends and neighbors, helping us with resources, good recommendations, good information and support as we went through this hurricane.

October 20, 2026 Posted by | Adventure, Community, Cultural, Customer Service, Family Issues, Financial Issues, Florida, Friends & Friendship, Hurricanes, Living Conditions, Pensacola, Quality of Life Issues, Relationships | | Leave a comment

“I’ve Got This”

So this is a wooo wooo post. Non-believers, this is not required reading.

The other day my granddaughter and I were talking, and she asked my opinion on someone, and I responded frankly. Then I asked her what she thought of me. “You are calm,” she said, and stopped.

I didn’t push her further. She has had her own sense of discretion, and I respect that.

And mostly, I am calm. I suffer occasional bouts of anxiety, you know, climbing on that endless hamster wheel that goes nowhere. I swim, I walk, and the good chemicals help wash it away. And I listen to the voice in my head that I think of as God speaking to me. He’s very repetitive. He says, “I’ve got this.”

I have discovered that anxiety gets me nowhere, and listening to that voice, letting go, has empirical value – it works for me.

Post-Hurricane Isaias there is SO much to do. Big expensive tasks that cannot be left undone. Dangerous things, like the big hanging tree, and a treacherous jungle area.

Friday, one pool friend mentioned casually that her son had some experience and could help us with the jungle. We met him, were impressed, and he is coming Monday to tackle the jungle. Yesterday, a church friend called me, asking if I needed a tree service that was insured and certified and had an arborist. Yes, that was exactly what I needed. Exactly that team had finished at her house, and she wanted to know if we would like to meet with them for an estimate. I could hear her relief and happiness with the work this team had done.

We met with the team this morning, and they will schedule us for this week, saying that, indeed, our situation with the hanging tree is dangerous. Our neighbor, in whose yard the top third of the tree is resting, was home and approved access through his gate. We are thankful for good neighbors.

Our family is coming with chili for tonight’s dinner. AdventureMan is making cornbread. I have made guacamole and a cheese dip.

The hamster wheel sits silent, unused in a corner of my mind.

October 18, 2026 Posted by | Faith, Family Issues, Florida, Food, Friends & Friendship, Interconnected, Living Conditions, Pensacola, Quality of Life Issues, Spiritual | | Leave a comment