Holy. Cow.
I knocked so much off of my to do list this weekend, and It. Felt. Good!

I was able to get in some canning, and made spaghetti sauce and my chipotle cherry jam. I also got in some photography for Lucha Libre, a Mexican Wrestling event here in South Park. I cleaned and emptied boxes, trimmed back the jungle that is my garden, AND I finally uploaded my pics from Yellowstone (sheesh, almost two months later). It felt really good having 2 days in a row that I could spend doing whatever I wanted, and it was nice to be in public again to see friends and show off my non-existent baby bump (it’s there, really!). So…without further delay, may I bombard you with pictures!

OH I love Jam. To the left-smokey, delicious chipotle cherry jam; to the right-veggie spaghetti sauce.

This guy was so fuzzy and cute. I had to stay across the road from him, but  he was still close enough to see his cute fuzzy feet!  Look at those things! Aside from the whole “he could rip your face off” claws, those are too cute.

I hadn’t ever seen one of these things.  It’s a Prong Horn. Looks like he found something delicious to eat!

Much like the bear, I wanted to give these guys a big ole hug. While it wouldn’t have ended  well,  they still  made me squeal like a little kid when I saw them!

Most of the animals just wanted to show me their bums. I was ok with that. On Facebook, I tagged either myself, or Nick, as a bum.

These two were awesome. The calf had been stuck across the river and was crying out for it’s momma. Eventually she braved the river and jumped in, to be greeted, and then left, by her momma. Apparently, she had things to do!

Lastly, Nick and I. This was after a long hike, and I am assuming way too many pictures. I bet he was just  ready to be done. I do have to say, I may be the queen of the self-taken picture! 🙂 So there you are, a photo recap, months past due, and a few things ticked off the to do list. Yay! All my best Raina

Today is a big day for me.  Today, I:
*Turned 34!
*Hit the 13 week mark in my pregnancy.


Oh, wait. You didn’t know that did you!?  I have been keeping this a secret-with everything that has been going on in my life lately, and the amount of stress that has been hitting, one worries. Well, I don’t know if that ever changes, but I didn’t want to make a huge announcement and then lose the baby.  I got to see the baby a few days after finding out about my Dad. It made the hurt lessen, and I had a unbelievably huge sigh of relief when we saw the little one moving around a little and the flicker of a heartbeat. I just felt like it was all going to be OK. 


It’s truly been “The Ultimate Craft Project”, except that it’s way cooler than knitting.  I started trying this past January, and then after a couple of months, it stuck. It has been a crazy whirlwind, and now that life has settled down a bit, I am looking forward to really experiencing this pregnancy for everything it has to offer.


I’ve been pretty lucky. I haven’t really been sick. No real morning sickness (just a few days at night). Nothing.  It’s been quite nice. The occasional shortness of breath and increased need to tinkle can suck it, but in the scheme of things, that’s not so bad. I still don’t look pregnant, just that I saddled up to an all you can eat diner table and ate a bit much. Again, not so bad.

Because calling your growing critter “it” feels weird, we’re going with Noodle until we find out what we’re having. Whether calling your baby “Noodle” or referring to the little being as a “critter” is any better than using “it”, I dunno. The name Noodle makes me laugh, and if the baby was anything like I was, Noodle will be long and lean.

There’s so much that I can say about this, and so much to feel, but for now I’ll just say this: 34 is going to be an amazing year, and I feel so darn lucky to have amazing people in my life, amazing adventures, and now an amazing little person that I am going to be able to bring into this world.

And without further adieu, Noodle, of course, this is now over 5 weeks old. So imagine a slightly smaller head and more…well…baby-ness going on in there.  That may be the cutest baby, ever.

All my best, to all of you!
Raina

Every child begins the world again…. ~Henry David Thoreau

The past 5 weeks have been a whirlwind.  1500 lbs worth of a dump run, close to 30 donation trips; one giant storage locker and two homes full of boxes and new furniture later, I am done moving my Dad’s things.  I have some pretty random new collections and more tools and fossils than I know what to do with, but it feels good to be done with the move. I now have the task of organizing everything, and finding a way to get a 7’4″ stereo cabinet that I built with my dad into my house. It looks like it is going to come in through my front window!

Today is the 4th of July, and I am sitting here in a little patch of sunlight, drinking coffee after having mac n cheese for breakfast. What? YOU don’t eat delicious mac n cheese for breakfast?? Normally, I don’t either, but it’s a rare day off with absolutely nothing that I HAVE to do, so I figured: Lets have a treat.  Mmmmm…..I highly recommend it; and I don’t have to feel like a piggy, since I have the day to use up some of the calories.

With moving and cleaning 4-5 days a week in a city an hour away, I haven’t been up to much in the way of crafts or gardening. This week and weekend will really be about getting that going again. A lot of things in the garden have gone to seed, so I will spending some of today trimming things back, pulling the potatoes, and harvesting lettuce.  I’ll also go through a few boxes and try to trim down some of the stuff that I have. My goal by the end of the summer is to get rid of 1/3 of the things I own (old and new). A daunting task, but one that needs to happen. Next up is editing the pics from Yellowstone, which sadly are still on film and in my digital camera.

I also want to get in the fields and  pick some fruit for fresh jam. My cherry and strawberry jams have all been hits and I cant wait to try my hand at some raspberry jelly!  Maybe this weekend, when I have a kitchen again 🙂

The ultimate craft project is actually coming along well, and I’ll have more on it in a week or so. I’m pretty excited about this project. If you can hold through the mystery, I think you’ll be pleased with what I have been working on!

Lastly, is the coop!  The three new girls are in dire need of a big girl home. Nick and his Dad have been working on the massive structure between trips to Tacoma.  Its 5 times the size of my old coop, and will make for a great new home for all of my girls. I think today I will bring the new girls outside to check out their new world, and to see how they do.  Plus, the other girls have been cooped up (some pun intended) for way too long. It’ll be nice to get them out and have them stretch their chicken-y legs.

Well, that’s it for now! I have a pile of boxes staring me down and my Dad’s paintings that are begging to be hung up.  Hope your 4th is lovely, relaxing and full of happiness!

Cheers,
Raina

Lately, the weather has been…well…all over the map. We’ll have a day or two of what feels like summer, and then BAM! It’s clearly not summer. Mother Nature? You’re a tease!  A few days ago, I was coming out of my car in June, trying to escape big rain drops, while wearing a sweater and a thick coat.  I wanted something warm, thick and soothing. I wanted soup.  I was also too lazy to go to the store after dealing with the gloom, so I needed something quick and that I could pull out of my pantry or garden. In looking at my garden, my greens were out of control, and I needed to thin them out.  I had leeks and I knew there was pasta, beans, a little turkey and carrots and celery in the fridge.


Mmmm….Ribollita.  This is a yummy, hearty, rustic veggie soup that makes the best use of whatever random veggies you have on hand. The end result of the soup is that everything is cooked, but not so much that the veggies are over-tender.  If you don’t feel like cooking up everything after a long day, you can throw all of the items together in a crock pot, adding the beans and the pasta later. 

Meat wise, there’s a lot going on with this soup, so you can take the addition or leave it. I happened to have a fist full of ground turkey on hand, so I made small meat balls, and set those aside. I have also used ground meat, and cooked it within the soup adding more flavor. You really can’t mess this soup up, which is the nice thing about it.  


First up, gather and prep-note this is in the order I used everything:
I start with one leek, sliced in half long-wise and sliced up. How thick you want it depends on your taste.  Keep in mind, this will be cooking the longest. 
One small onion, diced
Garlic, minced. I LOVE garlic, so mince as many cloves as you like.
Olive Oil-about 2 Tb
Oregano-I like fresh and used two large springs about 3 inches long each
Dried thyme (or fresh, if you like), I used a quarter sized pinch that was rounded in the palm of my hand. Again, this is to taste
Salt and pepper.


While I was chopping the onion and leek, I was heating up my oil. Once hot, drop the garlic in and get it moving in the oil. It should sizzle a bit, but not brown too fast. After a couple of minutes, when the garlic is starting to become off-white, throw in the onion and leek, tossing it in the oil. Add your salt and pepper now. You’ll want to sweat these for a few mins.

While this is cooking up, prep the following veggies.
3 large carrots
3 ribs celery
Open 1 28 oz can of tomatoes, or 3 large beefsteak, diced
4 cups liquid-ideally stock

By now, your onion/leek/garlic is looking nice and ready. Add your carrots and celery and toss with the other veggies. Add your tomatoes and add your stock-I always have 2 cup bags in my freezer ready to go. You’ll want about 4 cups of liquid. Only have a couple cups? No worries, there’s lots of flavor coming from other veggies, so you can add water. I keep a cup or two of extra water handy, since the water level will go down as this cooks.

Add your thyme and oregano at this time.

Let this come to a gentle roll, and relax for a few. You’ll want to give it about 10 minutes.

Chop: 10 mushrooms-you can get a lot of flavor out these guys, so feel free to mix it up. Throw in your mushrooms. At this point, you’re about 20 mins into your soup, or at least 1 glass of wine, if you’re like me 🙂

Your soup should be getting thicker and the liquid level should be coming down. Keep adding enough liquid to keep the soup covered with extra room for additional veggies/pasta.

It’s testin’ time!  Pick a veggie-are they firm, but no longer raw, almost cooked well?  Now’s the time for the next step! If not, pour yourself some more wine and give it another 5-10 mins.

Wash and chiffonade your greens (a schmancy way of saying roll it, and run your knife through so it looks like green ribbon)-I like a few large bunches, but it can be to taste. Add and cook for 5-10 mins, longer for thick greens like kale.

After 5-10 mins, I check the greens; if they are close to tender, I am ready to move to the last steps. If not, keep checking on it every 5-10 minutes until the greens are cooked almost all the way through. Keep in mind, you’ll be cooking the pasta in the dish.

Throw in your favorite pasta and cook to the makers directions or however you like your pasta. When there’s 5 minutes left, add 1 15 oz can of cannelloni beans (drained and rinsed) and your meatballs, if adding any.

Once the pasta is done, your soup is done!  I like to add chunks of old bread and parmesan to the top. So good.

What’s your yucky weather, go to dish?

A quick update to the below post! I was able to knock out a couple of projects-below is boozy cherry jam. As you can see there’s a good amount of dark rum missing from the bottle that went into the jam (recipe called for 2 TB, I called for more). Along with the rum I added holiday spices-cinnamon, nutmeg, clove, and sugar. I cooked the mixture for almost two hours on medium-low, so it just bubbled away, adding sugar and pectin later on. I didn’t have quite enough cherries for the chipotle BBQ sauce, so I made a small batch of cherry preserves for game (duck, elk, etc). That’s a simple recipe with pepper, apple cider vinegar, cayenne and a couple of other spices cooked on low. Its pretty sharp, but oh so good. I definitely recommend it.

With everything that has been going on, I have had this deep desire to do. Do what you ask? Anything! I long to get creative again and get back to crafting. So without further adieu, here’s my craft-tastic to do list for the months of June and July:

• Make boozy cherry jam. No…I haven’t made it yet! Sigh. I know. It is on tap for tonight, though!
• Make the chipotle cherry jam-so excited about this. Super easy since I’ll have the cherries pitted!
• Complete my patch quilt. The large squares are done, so I am closer to piecing it all together
• Start on a baby quilt for a friend. This one I can’t wait to do…I may bump it above the patch quilt!!
• Make a new summer apron with the cherry design and smaller cherry print for the pockets and straps. Add the red lace as a trim-so fun and cute. 
• Edit my Yellowstone pics-I can’t believe its been almost a month since I was there!!
• Draft the new craft studio construction plans. This has been a work in progress. I am excited to announce the horrible, dark, and cluttered garage and car port will be torn down to be rebuilt into my new, shiny craft studio. It will also have a loft for all of my storagy/normal garage things as well. This will really free up some room in the house, so ready for this change!
• Complete the landscape designs for the back yard. These are actually almost done in their draft form. I need to complete the craft studio plans first though.

Today we laid my father to rest. The sun shone behind thick clouds. A gentle mist came and went, stopping just in time for the funeral and starting again after my father’s ashes were interred. My grandfather had arranged a full military ceremony at Mt Tahoma National Cemetery. The Air Force was there, as was the honor guard led by my Grandfather. It was a perfect tribute to a man who served his country well. His praises were spoken, and his courage in duty was highlighted. It was nice to have my Daddy, the hero presented. It was a beautiful tribute to a wonderful, strong man who needed a little support after being so strong for so long. I am so grateful that we were able to honor him in the way that I knew him best.

A gun salute was done, taps was played and a final role call was given. The flag was given to my mother after being solemnly folded by young airman in addition to three spent rounds representing Duty, Honor, and Country. I miss him terribly, and I imagine that I always will, but it felt good to have this process complete.

My Grandmother chose this  poem for my Grandfather to read at today’s ceremony, and I feel it is an appropriate way to end this post, this day and this part of my life. To you, Daddy. May you find the peace in passing that you were searching for in life. I love you so much.
Raina

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I can’t believe it has been almost a week. The days have flown by, but I don’t remember much about them. Calls have been made, accounts have been closed, debts have been forgiven, arrangements for donations have been made, and the funeral has been planned. I went to a few personal appointments too. It’s slowly coming together, but there’s still so much to do.

I still have my mother here, close by. I’m not quite ready to let her go out on her own, and I don’t know that I am quite ready to be on my own either.

The past week seems like a blur, but based on my notes, quite a few things got done. Yesterday, I went to see my dad’s body to say good bye. It felt good to see him and tell him everything I had wanted to say the past week, and to get closure. I needed to tell him that I was sorry for not being there for him before and during his final moments, but also to tell him I forgave him and didn’t blame him for his decision to leave in the way he did. I held his hand and told him about how I am doing. He looked so peaceful, like he was resting. I can’t remember the last time my father looked at peace. I’m always going to miss him, but I am so glad for the time I got to spend with him yesterday. It helped with the closure I needed.

After the viewing, we went to one of his favorite restaurants, Steamers, and ate fish and chips and looked out at the water. It was nice to do something that he enjoyed doing.

There’s still a big hole in my heart, but it hurts less every day. I know that some days will be harder than others. After almost 16 years, it will be strange to never go to his apartment again after I finish emptying his home. It will be strange to not get random calls from him talking about a food creation he made with salmon, ramen noodles, veggies, and some mystery ingredient. This father’s day will be hard, as will his birthday one week later. I guess you just find ways to honor those that you love and try to move on with your new life.

More than my hurt for my loss, I so badly want to find a way to change things with the state of mental health care. There’s no reason that people should suffer. There’s no reason we have overburdened systems, and too many patients and not enough qualified people to help. There’s so much that can be done on a personal level, just by reaching out and taking care of one another. That’s just my soap box though. I am sure I will have more on this, as the ideas that are floating around in my head become more solid.

My love to each of you,
Raina

It’s another 12 hours later. 26 hours after I found out about my dad. I went to his apartment this morning. It looked like he had just stepped out. I had to go through things to find paperwork from his military service. I wanted to see if there was a note as well. I managed to find the paper work, but sadly, there wasn’t a note. It really was just like he stepped out. It was nice to walk around his home, to have something familiar. In looking for items, and going through drawers, and it was nice to see traces of my old dad-rocks everywhere, candy, art supplies, his hobbies laid out around the house. In leaving I gave his pillow a big hug. It still smelled like him. It’s those small things that I’ll miss the most.

I met with my mom and told her. Disbelief and sorrow hit her, just like it has been for me. I scooped her up and brought her home. We just keep crying together, not sure of what to do; not wanting to believe this is real-that he is really gone. She had done the same thing as me-listened to a message to hear his voice. I’ll play her my voice mails, so she can hear the real dad, and hear him say “I love you”. I need to figure out how to get those recordings off of my iphone, so I can save them for when I need him most.

I had a pretty big appointment today, and when I got home I sat in the car crying and talking to him. Its all that I could do. I bitched that he should be there for me to call him. I begged for him to come back. I told him I was sorry and wish I could bring him back home, and that I should have called him. Of course, its never going to happen, but it helped to be able to discuss what happened in my day. I hope wherever he is, he’s looking down on mom and I and that he gets to see how our lives turn out.

The next few weeks will be planning his funeral, getting my mom set up financially, closing out his affairs, and cleaning out his apartment. That in itself will be a daunting task. Luckily, my Grandparents are taking over so much of it. I’m in charge of caring for my mom and coordinating things at his apartment. It seems like so little, but yet so much.

People have been so good at checking in. If you’re reading this, thank you. I don’t know what I need, or even 100% how I feel. Everything just feels so raw right now. Everything hurts, and I feel lost. Words of support and encouragement have been welcomed. It lets Mom and I know we’re not alone. I’m trying hard not to be what Daddy called “Tough Raina”, which boiled down to being stubborn. I’m used to taking care of things on my own, and not really talking about the bad things with many people. I don’t like to bring people down. This is just…I don’t know. I don’t feel normal right now. I want people to understand. I want people to know that they should do everything in their power to help those around them. I want to feel better. I don’t know how else to do that, but to just write everything in my head out, which is different than how I like things to be. We’ll see. I may say screw it on the whole “it takes a village” concept of self-care…but for now, I just want to write and grieve and adjust to a new life I didn’t think I would have.  Thanks for sticking in there and reading all of this.
My love to each of you,
Raina

It’s 2:17 am. I’ve been up and down all night, crying and wanting to throw up. I’m dreading tomorrow…or well, at this point, later today.

It’s now a little later, just before 9. I spent this morning listening to his old voice mails to hear his voice and to hear him say that he loves me. Finally being lazy about deleting voice mails comes in handy. I spent the majority of the night crying. I am crying now. I know it isn’t the case, but I wonder if I’ll ever stop crying.

I am so grateful for my friends and family. My guys are getting bodies to help move all of his furniture/belongings out. My Grandparents are setting up the funeral. I just need to get paperwork and help my mom. it seems like so little, but I don’t know that I have the energy for much else today. I don’t feel very present today, and I just feel numb. I know that will change. I’m so scared to tell my mom. I can’t lose another parent.

I am still stuck with wanting to know why. I do and I don’t understand. He was tormented, and in constant pain. He was overwhelmed. I keep wondering why he didn’t reach out to me, or someone to come help him. I would have gone down there, day or night. I keep wishing I had called earlier in the week. Maybe I could have helped him. But I know he was tired of being a burden. I know he was tired of making life hard for those that he loved. He hated not being independent and needing help and he hated where his life had gone and what he became. He was miserable, lonely and isolated. I am glad that before he left, he made amends with his family. I am so glad he reached out and reconnected with those who loved him so. That at least was a positive. We have happy memories of him.

He was, and will always be, the best Daddy a gal could ever have. I’ll always remember the amazing adventures we had, the late night go-carting in the Hammobile with my Texas friends; rock hunting in the desert with my California friends. Daddy, you are so loved, and so, so missed. I hope you have your peace. Rest well.

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