We started off the year with a New Years Eve dinner featuring turducken and the wonderful company of Tom and Joyce.
Pippi was diagnosed with cancer and when we found out she would need weeks of daily radiation under general anesthesia after surgery, and her heart condition would most likely mean sudden death during one of those, we decided to let her live out her days with us, one day at a time. And while her tumor is now the size of a cantaloupe, she is still with us, wagging her tail, playing with her toys, eating and drinking. As long as we feel she is not suffering and has a good quality of life, we love having her with us. She is one very special dog, Pippi is. Poppi too, who appears here to be camera shy.
We lost a wonderful family member when sweet Cindy Coop was killed when her auto was struck by a flatbed pickup on Willamette Pass. Our hearts were broken and we wanted to hold brother Curt tighter.
The Koss family came for our Superbowl extravaganza, but I must have been focused on eating as I have no pictures of the people, only the food.
We had a wonderful visit with Cynthia, a woman from Beijing Marie met when she visited Joyce and Tom in China in 1997. She spent several days with Joyce and Tom and we were fortunate enough to get to share a dinner with them, where Cynthia gave us wonderful wishes on paper. She also came to a meeting of the world’s smallest book group, which has been meeting monthly since September 1990 (except those months when Joyce is gadding about the globe). From left, Joyce, Cynthia, me, Darcy and Reba.
Mom visited with us each time she was seen at the Digestive Health Center at OHSU, following her small bowel removal surgery after it more or less came apart at the seams. We loved having her here, as did Pippi.
We got to watch grandson Owen in a baseball game he played near Portland, which was such a great treat. This is him at bat.
We were in completed admiration mode as we watched oldest grandchild Joe Stoutt graduate from Eastside Catholic High School, where he was a star student and athlete. He’s now at Carroll College in Montana, where he is no doubt hard at work making a name for himself.
Grandson Colin Stoutt taking in the scene at a party in Joe’s honor at their Grandma Donna’s house.
We had some stonework installed along our driveway and fence moved to the property line and in the process created a new area for plants. YAY!
Ric and Marie got to go camping in Toaster Moon at Prineville Reservoir State Park.
And Ric got to fish!
Our yard bloomed like there’s no tomorrow! Apologies for our lovely neighbor’s lovely wall in the background. We’re working on walling it off with a wall of plants.
We remodeled our kitchen. It went from this….
…to this. We owe great thanks to old friend from high school Paul Dunn for seeing this gigantic project through! Another old friend from high school Terry Carpenter helped with the wiring. So it kinda feels like a CGHS kitchen now! 🙂
We had four glorious days with our extra special granddaughters Calla, Caitlyn and Ellery. We stayed busy doing lots of things, including eating froyo
and art projects! and more!
Ric’s new CD came out and I do believe it is his best ever! And even better, you can support him by buying Consciousness as a song or album on itunes or broadjam or amazon.
Thanks to the most kind and generous heart of Duncan Campbell, we got to see live and in person one of our family’s superheroes: Smokey Robinson. Take our word for it, he’s still got it!
But speaking of who’s still got it, check this out! Ric’s old band from the late 60s/early 70s – the Morning Reign – got back together for a Salem gig (along with the Kingsmen, Merilee Rush, etc.) so I finally got to see him perform. Let’s just put it this way: if I had seen him back in the day, I wouldn’t have been crushing on Mark Lindsay so hard.
We also got to watch granddaughter Caitlyn Stoutt play soccer this fall, which was totally awesome. She’s one to watch, that’s for sure. We didn’t get to see Calla and Ellery perform gymnastics this year, but we hope to do so soon. They are so talented.
Curt’s year was looking up by the time he turned 60 this fall. He takes such good care of Cindy’s beloved dachshunds.
With the help of a caregiver Pat Arnold, Blaine transmogrified into the devil for Halloween. He’s far too convincing, I’m thinking.
We came to the realization that we are getting too old (and an ROI of about one egg per $100) to be gentleman/woman farmers so we gave our hens back to the Urban Farm store and the coop to a man and woman who told us they had three chickens living in their bathroom?? And now there’s more room for more plants. Every loss is a win in disguise? 🙂
I managed to fit a bit of quiltmaking in this year, though not nearly as much as I hoped I would. There’s always next year…
And speaking of next year, we hope yours is awesome and full of peace and joy. May it be as bright and colorful as this new quilt I’m working on.
Happy holidays from our pond to yours… may you have good food, good company and good cheer. Let’s kick 2013’s ass!