A perfect Friday

It is just after 10:00 p.m. Friday evening…VERY late for me, but these last several weeks my internal time clock has gone awry and I’ve been working until 8 or 9, to bed late but still up at 5:30 a.m. I’m thinking there will be a day of reckoning at some point…

But, this morning, it was wonderfully cool and it was Friday and I haven’t cooked much since last weekend…

Summer has chased away the little bit of sweet tooth I’ve had and savory is the ticket. A few English muffins, corn tortillas: half made into chips….

…and half for cheese and onion enchiladas with red chile gravy.

7:45 – cleanup is done for the muffins, tortillas, chile gravy and enchiladas and next on the list: a fresh batch of ginger syrup. My current mix of ginger, sugar, molasses, cinnamon stick and cloves chased away the smell of onions and oil, filling the cool house with the refreshing spice fragrance.

Bear and I had both our early perimeter patrol and a pre-work exercise walk, Bob was settled on the front porch and I was showered and at my desk by 9:00.

A good 3/4 of my work day was done by mid-afternoon so Bear and I took off for an afternoon walk and errand run in the Somers vicinity.

The Flathead Valley from an overlook just south of Somers, MT on a beautiful Summer afternoon…

And a cold glass of homemade ginger soda with lime to mark the end of a perfect Friday.

Good night and a Happy Weekend to all!

Our own little wild kingdom…bats, fawns and a bear

Don’t get your hopes up…there are NO…I say NO – photos of the wildlife. I wish there were. But when the wild kingdom visits the fambly Summers, sometimes there is too much going on to take photos. I know…if I were a REAL photographer…

Anyway, you will have to rely on my ability to tell the story in words with a few illustrations from the local talent.

Bats. They were the first. About 10 days ago, at shortly after 2:00 a.m. I woke to the noise of fluttering wings. I thought…that is a really big moth. I turned on a light and noticed the curtain fluttering. I drew it back and thought, “A mouse! – on the window sill!!” But then the mouse flew… Oh… a bat. I closed the bedroom door so that now Bob, the Bat and I were all closed in the bedroom together. A little creepy. Some time later, with much head ducking and a bit of colorful language, Bob was in the motorhome, Bear was in the office, the bat was in the bedroom and then I removed screens from the bedroom windows so the bat could get out. They will follow air currents. I have some experience. Bat gone, it is now 3:00 a.m. I left Bob in the motorhome, put the screens back in, let Bear out of the office and went back to bed.

We pretty much repeated this the next morning except with the same or another bat in the entire rest of the house. This despite the fact that I closed the damper on the woodstove. I did say I have some experience. And NOW I have a reminder in my calendar for next Spring to close the damper on the woodstove, and the doors and the draft thingy on the back of the stove.

On to fawns. Those were fun. They are so sweet and playful and full of the exuberance of youth. But I was working and in an internet meeting and the camera was in another room.

This is how I look when I’m in an internet meeting. I have a wonderful wireless headset so I can actually wander about if I’m just listening. Flipping the microphone up mutes sound from my end so I can get a fresh cup of coffee, put laundry from the washer to the dryer, check on Bob, get the camera…. which usually I keep on my desk…in case something happens outside my window. It wasn’t on my desk when the fawns were frolicking in the yard and I wasn’t just listening. Rats.

And then!! – Yesterday!! Again the camera was not on my desk and I wasn’t just listening and a smallish black bear walked right in front of me…maybe 10 feet from my window. BUT, Bob was on the front porch!!!

Although the above photo is a re-creation, Bear was in the office with me. It was just after noon, I had the house closed against the heat. Bear did not react. I did, though! Fortunately, it was a work session versus a high falutin’ kind of meeting…although I probably would not have done much different…I was explaining something I’d coded when I saw the bear. Mid-sentence I gasped and then shouted “There’s a bear in my yard and my cat is outside…be right back”, flipped the mike up, shut Bear in the office and went to rescue Bob.

Now…bears are omnivores but mostly they eat vegetarian so I wasn’t thinking the bear would decide Bob would be a good lunch, but, still. When I opened the front door, Bob jetted inside to the bedroom grumble-growling all the way.

Wide-eyed, and tail thumping, he kept an eye on the bear as it made its way north onto the state land beyond my property.

He continued a low growl as he watched.

He watched for close to an hour before he relaxed. He declined an invitation to go back outside…

But today, he’s back on duty at his post…

As is the bear dog.

I feel very safe.

Almost Sunset

I couldn’t resist…worked late, took Bear to our little valley subdivision walk spot and as we turned to head back to the car, the sun dropped behind the clouds.

***Edit the next morning (Wed 7/13)… It was 8:00 when I left with Bear…LATE for me :)! I was tired – grabbed keys, loaded Bear and went… didn’t take my big camera. This is from my phone camera. We are having the kind of weather we normally have late spring – juicier air and clouds which produce both the occasional thunderstorm as well as colorful sunrises and sunsets. Sunset is still after 9:30 p.m.

The Journey: along the road home

The road to my house is a road I love. I’ve written about it. There is a gallery of photos from different times of the year…different times in my life (see the new tab on the top menu). This little house, the woods, the meadows and mountains beyond…visible through the woods. This location – it has been home for most of the last, almost 5 years… some of that 5 years was spent in my motor home: ‘Wild Thing’

The story, though, the ‘From the Front Porch’ story…it is the story of moments in time that comprise part of my life’s journey…along the road home.

I was reminded of the journey by Bill, of California Karelians. I contacted California Karelians to inquire about the possibility of a professional Karelian Bear Dog trainer to consult with me on Bear’s training. Having trained KBD puppies, but never a grown up KBD, I was unsure. I felt out of my depth and I so want to do things right so that Bear can have the best life possible with me and hopefully, Bob! Bill and Liz of California Karelians have been incredible resources as well as encouraging supporters.

After a discouraging setback between Bear and Bob, Bill emailed me: “you are on a journey it was supposed to be this way”.

Those words stuck with me. The universe sometimes conspires ‘against’ me with the same message from every venue of my life. These past weeks, it has been: ‘the journey’. Not the destination, but the journey, the road home. Not the house or the location, but the way there. Each moment of the journey is a blessed time. In a world of things that need to “get done”, “to do” lists, schedules and commitments…learning to enjoy the blessedness of each moment versus only the end goal of getting it done, can be a challenge. The moments often get lost in a swirl of busy-ness and the push for completion.

Months ago, sitting in Dr. Barbara Calm’s office with Karl – talking about his treatment but also my confiding to Dr. Calm that I felt I might be putting pressure on Karl with too much focus on him… and much as I tried not to, I knew there was underlying worry and anxiety. Our bond was so strong and we spent so much time together – I had a fear that he was holding on for me. I was speaking with her about my decision to step back and work on relaxing and letting things be. Dr. Calm smiled, pointed to Karl who was asleep on her office floor and said: “Look at him. He is not worried or anxious, take your cue from him.”

Bear is a joy! He is loving, enthusiastic, curious and eager to please. Outdoors, he is all Karelian Bear Dog business. Our bond grows every day: trust, respect and love. There is still a ways to go before we can try off leash. There is still a ways to go before Bob and Bear can be together with me.

There were some moments, weeks ago, when I was frustrated, scared, sure I was doing everything wrong and ruining both their lives. But then, those words: “you are on a journey it was supposed to be this way”. It changed my perspective. Nothing had actually changed in the circumstances except my ability to take one day at a time, recognize and experience the joy in each step forward and to look at occasional setbacks as opportunities to learn.

In dog training, there is something called “remove and redirect”. When an unwanted behavior is escalating, you remove your dog and redirect his attention. With Bear, if he is overexcited to the point where he cannot hear me, I give 2 tweets on the whistle I carry. In the brief silence from that distraction, I speak low and firm saying “Leave it” – then an upbeat “Let’s go, Bear!” as I do a 180 and remove him from whatever. Now he can hear me and he’s looking to me for direction, so I have him sit, which restores calm and allows us to reconnect. Bill suggested the 180 procedure to help teach Bear that the non threatening critters that were not in our yard were not worth attention.

I find that “remove and redirect” works for me as well :)! When something beyond my control is causing me to emotionally escalate in an unwanted manner, I do a mental 180, a sit-stay and redirect with a cup of tea, a quiet moment with Bear or Bob, a prayer for serenity in the moment and gratitude, whatever the circumstances.

An email from Bill after I confided that the “journey” words had helped me relax about Bear and Bob: “[…]you got the point, regarding the journey, and the dog lives in the moment, so why not enjoy it with him!”

Why not, indeed!

The journey, not the destination, not the outcome – it is the journey, one moment at a time … that is the road home – for me.

Canola Part 2: Fry bread and tortilla chips

So, after the canola comes out of the field, it is processed into canola oil…which has a high flash point making it a good deep fry oil candidate and my oil of choice for the little deep frying I do.

Two weeks ago, I had a go at Indian Fry Bread.

The morning of my first try at the fry bread, it was wonderfully cool. I have an electric outlet just outside the front door so I set up the fryer there. A few minutes later, fry bread…

I love my cranberry-citrus marmalade but I thought these were best with butter and honey…and a strong cup of coffee…on the front porch!

Last weekend, round 2…in a cast iron skillet on top of the stove…

And since the oil was already hot…and I had homemade refried beans in the frig…I fried a few tortillas for chips as well.

All in all, an excellent use of canola oil as far as I’m concerned.

But for appearance and beauty…

Canola in the field.