A Not so Perfect Day

Yesterday, my husband and I headed to Presque Isle to see some bird migrants. At the first stop - where I expected to see warblers - we saw nothing but mosquitoes, hundreds and hundreds of them. We applied plenty of insect repellant and then declared defeat. There were no birds, warblers or otherwise. The second stop promised wildflowers and birds, according to my guidebook. What we found was a path so overgrown that we couldn't walk on it unless we wanted to get more inset bites than we already had. We retreated to the Perry Monument where I finally photographed some birds. Okay, they were gulls but I was determined to photograph something.
After a picnic at the beach - where I photographed more gulls - we walked through deep sand to the lighthouse. With camera and tripod in hand I wanted to get a better view of the lighthouse when I tripped over a sling root. The sand cushioned my fall. However, my hand was clutched to my camera and I sprained my thumb. That finally did it and I declared that I wanted to go home. I iced my hand on the drive home and my thumb is feeling much better now. At home I told my husband that, if I ever wanted to go to Presque Isle again, he should just point at my thumb.

Gearing up

The end of summer is near and fall promises to be a busy one. I'm gearing up to attend some shows and a networking event. That means that I have to order prints and make note cards. I just learned that I can attend the Bridgewater Bookfest in September by sharing a canopy with a Pennwriter friend. In addition to that I have found several bookstores willing to sell my work.
After the bookfest my husband and I want to squeeze in a vacation, which means we want to go birding. Because spring was cold and sometimes wet, I haven't been able to add any new bird species to my stock photo list. I want to remedy that in the fall and do some birding between my many meetings.

Picture Perfect

Sometimes the best photographic subjects are close to home. When we planted a new native garden this year we bought a Joe-pye-weed. Now it is blooming and a big draw for bees and butterflies alike. Last Sunday, for example, I saw an Eastern Tiger Swallowtail on the Joe-pye and grabbed my camera. I then spent some time capturing this beautiful specimen. A few days later, on a recent bright overcast day - perfect lighting for macro photography - I went ouside to take photos of our lobelias. But then I saw a Monarch butterfly landing on the Joe-pye and chased it instead. It had long been my wish to get a closer picture of one with its wings open. It was not easy. The Monarch did not like my close presence and kept flitting away to the other side of the plant, with me in hot pursuit. Finally, I decided that I must have something good on that flash card and left the Monarch alone. I was right.
People who see my photos often say, "You must be very patient!" They're right, of course. But luck is also involved. Had I not gone out at the time when the Monarch was on the Joe-pye I would have never captures this photo.

In the Marsh

Last Saturday, my husband and I headed to Independence Marsh. Fog hung low over the valley when we arrived, but it soon lifted and gave way to warm sunrays. Bullfrogs honked from the ponds but we never saw one. A mockingbird eyed us suspiciously, with food for its chicks in its beak. While I finally got a mockingbird photo (on a powerline, unfortunately), our main goal was seeing wildflowers. A marsh is an awesome place to see summer wildflowers. We saw Joe-pye-weed, teasel, field thistle, green-headed coneflower, orange and yellow jewelweed, blue vervain, and countless others. Two hummingbird moths were fighting over a flower and a hawk flew over the lake. On the way back I flushed out a blue heron which I had not seen (otherwise I would have stalked him to get his photo). The hours flew by until the heat forced us to return home. It was a beautiful morning on the marsh.

Blazing Star

Last Sunday, my husband and I headed up north to the Jennings Environmental Center near Slippery Rock for a guided walk. The occasion was the blooming of the Blazing Star. While not all flowers were blooming yet (they never bloom entirely, but bloom from top to bottom), at least 30 or more people had turned out for the walk. Apparently, they had all read it in the newspaper like we did. There was a lot to learn about glaciers, Ice Age animals, the Massasauga snake, and temperatures on the prairie and how plants and wildlife adapt to them. A breeze kept the air temperatures tolerable, but prevented me from taking many pictures.
After making a stop for ice cream, we headed home and are pretty sure that we'll plant a Blazing Star in our garden next year.

My Travel Bag

When I travel overseas, I need a big tote bag. Nowadays, passengers need to bring along their own food in case the airplane fare is inedible for dietary or other reasons. I, for example, won't touch rock-hard buns or cold-as-ice desserts. So, I bring along cereal bars or a muffin. And then I need to take water, a camera, a cell phone (in case the plane is delayed), an i-pod, a book, money, boarding passes and itineraries and all the other hundred gadgets that make a long day a little less long.
For years and years, I've been taking my trusty tote bag along. It has lots of zippers and other pockets for the above mentioned gadgets. And it has lots of miles on it. In fact, if bags could get frequent flyer miles, my bag should earn me a free flight overseas.
Imagine my surprise when I walked through a sandwich restaurant at Cincinnati Airport and a woman said to me, "I like your bag!" She had the exact same bag I had. Hers was in much better shape than mine, but then mine gets kicked around airplanes a lot more than hers, I bet.
Some day I'll have to buy a new one, but I doubt it will last as long as this one did.

Lost Memories

A depressing aspect of my recent trip to Germany was that my mother didn't recognize me. She seemed convinced that I had a traveling companion, a woman I met on the plane. I was never sure whether she was talking to me or my "companion." She also didn't recognize my friends who came to pick me up.
She is in the early stages of dementia and changes in her memory came on so gradually that no one noticed at first - until I showed up. I also learned that she doesn't drink much and that dehydration can cause dementia. When her doctor returned from vacation I made an appointment for her. Needless to say, her reply was something like, "I'm old. Whatever do I need a doctor for?" Did I mention that she is very, very stubborn?
But I was undeterred and my brother and I took her to the doctor. Now she'll have to see a neurologist in a few weeks (it's vacation time). I'm glad I got the ball rolling after observing my mother all day long and am anxious to hear what the neurologist will find out.

Looking back - Part 2

I have already mentioned that I met many old friends during my recent trip to Germany. We had lost track of each other after school, pursuing our different career and life paths. Most of us married, some have a partner, many have children and others - like me - don't. One chose traveling over having children, having been to every continent except Antarctica. Two of us emigrated to another country. I came to the U.S. and a friend emigrated to Australia. Needless to say, she was not at the reunion.
I also saw members of the club my brother and I belonged to in the late Seventies, early Eighties. We had weekly meetings, often followed by a trip to a dance or guesthouse. I was treasurer of the club for seven years and therefore very involved in our annual ball and other fundraising activities. A core of our club was a folk dance group. We practiced and performed at area festivals and took trips to the United States, Sweden, Hungary, France and any place in between. It was awesome to see so many foreign places at little cost for me since we stayed with host families. The club disbanded eventually when everybody got married and had kids.
Now they are meeting again several times a year for dinner and reminiscences. The Internet helps staying connected between meetings. Somewhere along the way, my friends have become respectable citizens. Two are judges and township council members and another one just got elected to her town's council. Eleven of them turned out to see me, which I take as a great compliment. While we all have had our ups and downs (health problems being at the top of the list), our years together have forged a bond that lasted over decades.
I don't get to do much sightseeing, but my trips to Germany would be a lot less enjoyable if I didn't see my friends.

Looking back

I've returned from Germany a few days ago. It's difficult to sum up my trip in one blog, so I'll break it up.
The best thing about my vacation was reconnecting with old friends. There were some faces that I had not seen since the early 70s and early 80s. Now that their child-rearing years are over, my friends have time to socialize again--and socialize we did. There were two "mini-reunions" from grade school, one from business school, one from a club my brother and I belonged to, and a couple of meetings with individuals. And I saw one friend (we go back to kindergarten, which begins at age 3) four times. Add to that visits to relatives and I can honestly say that I met everybody I wanted to meet. One girlfriend joked, "I'm glad you live in the States. Otherwise I would never see you!" It is gratifying to know that I brought people together, using my visit as an excuse for a meeting. Saying good-bye again so soon was the hardest part.
Another quest was visiting as many Italian ice cafes as possible. My favorite is spaghetti ice. It consists of whipped cream covered with vanilla ice cream pressed through a press, strawberry syrup and grated white chocolate. I skipped the whipped cream for health reasons, but the ice cream itself agreed with me. After I left the cafes probably noticed a dip in their profits. Ah, what would summer in Germany be without outdoor cafes?

Relief

Yesterday, I had an endoscopy done. I had to fast until afternoon. While my husband and I waited before the procedure it became clear that the office staff needed some sensitivity training. They began talking about what they had for dinner the night before, and then one of them began eating sweets. The patients - all with empty stomachs - looked at each other with disgust.
The procedure revealed that I don't have an ulcer, at least not any more. Apparently, the medicine I got at the ER, and since then, has relieved my symptoms. I have to stay on these capsules for a while and am now awaiting the biopsy results.
Now, I can finally eat again. Even though I had recently fasted for 24 hours I was incredibly hungry yesterday.
After fortifying myself, it's time to think about all the things I have to do before I head to Germany next week. After all these tests, I deserve a vacation.

A very long day

Last Tuesday was a very long day for us. My husband had to undergo a medical test at a major hospital and we had to get up way early. Then we waited, and waited, until they wheeled him down. I then went to eat something because I had missed breakfast. Hubbies test provided good news for us. Lifestyle changes and some medication should bring relief very soon.
However, during the afternoon I developed severe abdominal pain that came in waves. I managed to drive us home using backroads during rush hour. But even eating a plain meal of chicken noodle soup brought no relief and my pain got worse and worse. Finally, my husband (who was not supposed to drive) took me to the hospital where I had a CT scan done just five days before. I did not know the results yet but the ER doctor got to see them. After X-rays and blood tests etc. I received an IV with medicine to ease my acidic stomach, and a prescription. I was told to get the rest of my prescribed tests done and sent home. Apparently, it helped and we finally arrived at home after midnight. At our age, that was a long day indeed. Today I had an ultrasound test and next week I will get an endoscopy. More fasting! All signs point to another ulcer. I had an ulcer 21 years ago and learned that they can come back. Why, I don't know. It wasn't much fun the first time around.

Looking back and looking forward

The 2009 Pennwriters conference is over, but my schedule is still full. Now it's time to exchange notes and ideas with other conference attendees. After that, I'll have to follow up on promised submissions and queries.
But first, I'll have to undergo some medical tests that require fasting. That means that I'll attend a lunch meeting sans food. I can't wait for that test to be over.
Doctor's and veterinary appointments are not the only things that keep me busy. We have also been planting our yard. The recent rain helped things grow a lot. Yesterday, I checked out our butterfly weed and was thrilled to count almost two dozen monarch larvae on its leaves. We have no idea where they spent the winter, and today I'm seeing only a few larvae. Where do they go?

A Successful Conference

The 2009 Pennwriters conference is over, and it was a huge success. Theoretically, it began on Thursday evening - at least for volunteers. I went to the hotel to greet my editor Matt Holliday from Pennsylvania Magazine. We had a nice chat and then I helped stuffing folders. On Friday morning I helped the gift basket coordinator with the monumental task of preparing dozens of baskets for the Chinese auction. That gave me a chance to figure out which baskets I would like to win.
I was the official photographer for the event and hopped from room to room to photograph the speakers. The most important lesson I learned doing this was: Don't try to take pictures when you're laughing--too much camera shake. And laugh we did. The publishing world is not for the faint of heart, and if we didn't laugh sometimes we would pull our hair out. New this year was that several speakers rewarded audience participation with chocolate. Chocolate seems to be mandatory for writers, which was evident in the many gift baskets that were loaded with it.
Speaking of gift baskets: I finally won a basket stuffed with 14 books. Granted, many of the books have been around the bookshelf for a while. But no matter. I already gleaned some helpful advice from one book. And the basket was so heavy that I had to ask a fellow writer to carry it to my car.

Busy Times

To say that I'm busy this week is an understatement. I had four meetings in two days, of which three were on Tuesday. On Monday, I gave my fourth speech at Toastmasters and it was a great success. One woman said, "I can hardly wait till you're in the storyteller's manual!" Of course, speaking is a lot like writing: You need to grab your audience with your opening, support it with the bulk of your speech and round it out with a conclusive ending.
Now I'm getting ready to attend the Pennwriters Conference that starts tomorrow. On Tuesday evening, we practiced our pitches on each other and it was a real learning experience. I learn a lot from listening to other people. And it's great to have a support network of friends to help me through the setbacks and celebrate the triumphs.
In between all my meetings, I'm trying to photograph birds. I have not been too successful this spring, and the weather is partly to blame. On weekends, it is often windy and cold and the trails are too muddy to hike on. I'm hoping that will change soon and can't wait to report any new species in my bird list.

Confessions of a dog magnet

Let me begin by stating that I have never owned a dog. My parents had chickens and rabbits. Nowadays, we have two cats.
But for reasons I cannot explain, I am a dog magnet. Such was the case on Saturday morning again when we went to Sewickley Heights park to see some birds. This is a park where dogs run lose and I can't even get out of the car before the first dog comes over to greet me. Later on the trail two beautiful dogs approached from the other side. One of them ran right past my husband to me. It was a beautiful retriever and I was astonished to learn that it was a five-months old puppy. It was big enough to be adult. Since I can't even lift our chubby cat out of the car I consider everything over 10 pounds heavy.
Speaking of cats: Our "Chubby" has recovered from teeth surgery like a trooper. She has lost a bit of weight but not as much as we would like. The downside of her diet is, of course, that she wakes us up early on weekends because she wants to be fed. So, perhaps I should feed her a late night snack if we want to sleep in...

Heat Wave

Our new serviceberry bloomed briefly, but because of the high winds we have had I didn't even get a chance to photograph it. Oh well, I'll just wait till it gets berries and hope that I can photograph the birds that eat them. I heard that the berries taste good in jams but doubt that I will get enough to go through the trouble. After all, we planted the serviceberry to attract birds and wildlife.
Most of the trees on our hillside are still bare, which is really weird when it's 88 degrees out. I think spring happened sometime between 10 and 12 o'clock on Friday. This is unfair! I've been looking forward to spring for a while and now it's over already?

Kitty Recovery

Our cat, aka Chubby, survived her teeth cleaning. The tooth fairy had to take away two of her teeth. One would think that she would eat less during her recovery, but no. The first thing she did when we brought her home was walking to the kitchen where we keep her food bowl. Reluctantly, I gave her a bit of canned food later and she chomped it down without any upset stomach. She is now on a canned food only diet for a while. However, since we also learned that she has arthritis she is on a permanent weight loss diet now. She just doesn't know it yet! Another reason we're trying to make her lose weight is that I couldn't even carry her into the vet's office but had to ask the assistant for help. You know your cat is too heavy if you can't even lift her. So, a diet it is and I'm going to be firm about it.

Take me out ...

When it comes to meetings and appointments, my weeks are usually feast or famine. Last week was particularly crammed. I had four meetings (including three in one day), an appointment, and a workshop to attend. Everything was very enjoyable and instructive. This week, however, it's famine again. The only appointment I have on my calendar is taking the cat to the vet for a teeth cleaning and possible teeth pulling. I'll keep you posted on the outcome.
Because the weather was beautiful on Saturday, we went to a Pirates game. Finding a park house was easy, getting out of it after the game less so. The biggest problem I encountered, though, was finding appropriate food for my sensitive stomach. My husband asked me in jest whether I wanted to buy an all-you-can-eat ticket. I replied that I wouldn't be able to eat anything but salad and ice cream. Yep, ballparks don't offer food for health conscious people and I finally settled on a grilled chicken sandwich. Our biggest challenge, however, was trying to avoid getting fried by the sun. Who would have thought that we could get roasted in April? Next time we'll sit under the roof.
Now, how was the game? I confess that, after having been married to a baseball fan for almost twenty years, I still don't have a clue what baseball is about. The reason is, of course, that I come from a country where soccer (Fußball) is king. That explains why I didn't even know which team the Pirates were playing until we bought our tickets. For the first few innings the crowd was strangely quiet until it finally got exciting. And the Pirates won!

The Estimate

On Tuesday evening, we took our older cat, aka Chubby, to the veterinarian for her annual check-up and shots. We learned that not only does she need a teeth cleaning under anaesthesia, she might very well need to have two teeth pulled. Until now, the only health problem she had was her excessive weight and, we suspect, arthritis. In other words, she mirrors our own problems, especially the arthritis part.
The veterinarian printed out an estimate of the cost for the procedure and her assistant handed it to my husband. He studied the total amount and finally uttered, "Ninety thousand dollars?"
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, grabbed the paper from his hand and disappeared. We glanced at each other, wondering if the real total would amount to the price of a row of houses around these parts. It turned out that the final estimate was also a hefty sum, hefty enough for a cat with some annoying habits. For one, she has become very vocal, particularly when we are trying to sleep. Since she snoozes all day, she does not find anything wrong with meowing at the top of her lungs when we retire for the night. Another problem is that she is scared of everything. I believe the term "scaredy cat" was named after her. She is even afraid of plastic bags. As far as her diet goes, she has not lost as much weight as we had hoped. I will have to feed her even less than before. I'm sure she has a loud answer for that!

Cat tales

We recently switched to corn based litter because our younger cat was always sneezing after using the litter box. Now, she doesn't sneeze at all and the scratches in her eyes are pretty much healed. To think that we used to complain about the cost of clay litter is a joke now. But we'd rather pay it instead of paying the veterinarian. It is a bad sign when your vet sends you a Christmas card...
Our older cat, also known as 'Chubby', has been on a diet for two months now and I believe she has lost some weight. That doesn't mean she likes it. This morning, for example, as I was getting the cats' breakfast ready 'Chubby' licked out her empty bowl. Who knew that cats can be sarcastic?