Earthmom's
Musings
About Life, the Universe and Everything

October 7, 2005
Today is
my first (who is also my second) husband's 47th birthday. It's hard to
believe the man is almost 50. He was 17 when we met. We have been
divorced for 9 years. We will not press on into a discussion as to why
worthless information such as the date of the birthday of a man who wants to
forget I exist is even still in my head... or the phone number I had when I
was growing up or my middle school locker combination (couldn't remember the
high school locker combination when I was in high school) or every
address I've had over the past 38 years or my grandmother's phone number (has
not existed for 10 years) or my father's CB license number (30 years down on
that one). In other words, David, call your father and
tell the man happy birthday... from you, not from me. Also find
out if he has heard from Joshua because the kid moved himself and his family
to Colorado on Monday, promising to call with an address and phone number when
they arrived at the house of their friends. No word yet and I have a
feeling my kid just went off the radar.

Went
through dental insurance hell this week and after about 97 hours on the phone,
I finally have an appointment for Delena at a place that is not a complete
hatchet shop.
No final
word on the refinancing yet. As far as we know, the ball is totally out
of our court and the broker is waiting fro the OK to order documents.
Then we can schedule a signing and be done with it for 2 years.
Today is
total and complete housecleaning day and I am again reminded of how much
easier it is to clean when I have someone here to talk to me while I do it.
Of course, I am currently the only human on the mountain top, so I doubt that
is forthcoming.
Nap or
clean, nap or clean...
I love
coins that choose "nap."
Talk to
you next week,
K

October 4, 2005
Admittedly, I was a little bit disappointed that we did not receive any
refinance news yesterday. Although there was no direct info, I was asked
to fax a copy of Eric's award letter for his VA disability (I never did find
it, although I did manage to pull up a scanned copy of it, print it out and
fax it) and the new lender phoned to verify that our phone number was correct.
I am going to take those as little promises that the process is underway and
flowing as it should even if I don't see any direct results. (How's that
for arrogant? I can't stop slowing down on the faith and trust just
because I don't see every little move. Sometimes, you've just got to let
go and let the kite fly). Yesterday felt good. I did very little,
but napped a bit to make up for the very little sleep I got the night before.
I still ended up crashing on the couch around 9pm. Eric was in the spa
at the time and says he came in and had a full conversation with me about the
fire (the one in the wood stove), but I don't remember any of it. In
fact, I woke up at almost 6am and realized that the puppy had also slept
through the night! This is his first time to do so and now that I know
it won't kill him, I am officially moving back upstairs to sleeping in my own
bed for the first time since the night of September 6th, almost a full month
of puppy duty. That guy better love me best for all I've done for him!
I also got him to drink a good bit of milk out of a saucer today (I threw in
some puppy chow bits, but he ignored those), so with any luck, the transition
off of the bottle has begun. I wonder if I should take some chow over to
the girls in the hole later in the week. I've only had kittens before,
never puppies and I was surprised at how different they are. He has
become quite a little scamperer and very, very fast. Eric is warming up
to him (he was not excited about having a dog inflicted on him without being
asked) and if I can keep him in the good dog frame, we should be OK.
Delena brought in Baby (the girl puppy from the hole that she has decided to
adopt) and the two of them (JoBu and Baby) played together and cuddled.
The girls only go in the hole to sleep now and otherwise, hang out around the
hole on the surface. In two weeks, I hope we have homes for all of them.
Belle only really goes over to feed them now, so I guess she's also
transitioning them to independence. I have to tell you, it was glorious
to sleep through the night, even if it was ragged, couch sleep. Tonight
should be amazing. Aahhhh. Never, ever underestimate the need for
good sleep. I am now completely convinced that it is responsible for a lot of
problems in life; not enough sleep and not enough good sleep.

I made
it through the entire last season of "Judging Amy" finally and managed to miss
the very last episode. I read the recaps, but it bugs me to not know if
Maxine said yes to Ignacio's proposal and I would love to see the moment where
Amy opens the door to Bruce. Now I am back to the first season again,
but I did see one of my favorite Maxine moments yesterday. Maxine is
smoking a cigarette and raking leaves and here comes that little shit, Lauren
with "You're going to die," "One in four deaths occur as a result of smoking."
"You're old." Maxine, having humored her for a bit finally says,
"Lauren, your opinions are not nearly as fascinating as you think they are."
heh heh heh

I am
fighting the dental insurance battle. As it turns out, our kids DO
qualify for Medi-Cal even though Eric makes good money. Go figure. The problem
is that none of the El Dorado County dentists want the dregs in their office,
so they don't take Medi-Cal or else don't take it for major procedures (like
the two root canals she needs). Crap. The only one who does is one
that is, well, not particularly well thought of in the community. I
checked into Delta Dental and Blue Cross. Blue Cross has a $1000 limit
per year and that won't cover 2 root canals. Delta will only enroll me
in an HMO of which our dentist is not a part. It looks as though what I
am going to have to do (which ironically ends up being the cheapest) is have
the substandard dentist do the pulpotomy parts (and I have been warned to make
sure they do NOT continue on with the crown work) and then take her back to
the regular dentist to have the crowns put on. I'll have to do a LOT of
protection spellwork around her for the procedures and pray for the best.
The little boys can have their cleanings and any needed repairs done and then
I'll pay for dental insurance for myself and Eric. Wish me luck.
Some of you will remember my gut-clenching reaction to any dental experiences.
Ack

I am so
excited about the dumbest thing. My aquarium looks great.
It started to get a bit of a yellow cast to the water and the gravel looked
slightly icky, so I bought 4 little albino catfish who promptly went to work
cleaning. It was like paying $8 for someone to clean my aquarium until
they die. I also used my little siphon aquarium vacuum to suck some of
the gunk out of the rocks and drain out about half the water, then replaced it
with clean water. Eric took apart the pump and gave it a good
maintenance session and now, a week or so later, the water is perfectly clear
and it looks great. I still have a few hundred too many guppies because
they are passive fish (passifish) and won't eat their young and just keep on
having babies. Eric wants to flush some, but I'm screaming "ecosystem" and
letting the fish work it out. Since all of these fish basically came
from 3-4 OG (Original Guppies), they're not of the sturdiest gene pool.
As I said before, these are undoubtedly some of the most big-eared, banjo-pickinest
guppies ever. Anyone want some fish?

I can't
believe how cold it is. I've had a fire going in the wood stove all
morning ,stepped outside and snap! It is doggoned chilly. I feel a
nap coming on, got some catching up to do. The house is OK, but needs a
spit polish done. Got loads of laundry to fold. It's setting up to
be a good day.
Hope
you're having one too!
Love,
K

October 3, 2005
A couple
of weeks ago, CMT had a special on "The Top 100 Best Duets." I
don't watch CMT. In fact, despite an intense love for country music, I
don't think I have ever had it on, but this time, as I was surfing by, some
video or another caught my eye, along about #49 or so, I think it was, and I
was hooked for the duration. The last 10 were done in concert rather
than in video format. I actually teared up at a few places, thinking of
how much I was enjoying watching it.
Of
course, that quickly lead me to the ol' Kazaa Lite program to do some
downloading. Roy Orbison and k.d. lang doing "Crying," James Taylor
doing "Bartender's Blues," James Taylor and Allison Krauss doing, "How's the
World Treating You?" Trisha Yearwood and Aaron Neville doing, "I Fall to
Pieces," Brad Paisley and Allison Krauss doing, "Whiskey Lullaby," Allison
Krauss and Shenandoah doing, "Somewhere in the Vicinity of the Heart," Faith
Hill and Tim McGraw doing, "Just to Hear You Say That You Love Me," Vince Gill
and Dolly Parton doing, "I Will Always Love you," Kid Rock and Sheryl Crow
doing, "Picture," Al Green and Lyle Lovett doing, "Funny How Time Slips
Away..." Wow. Just so much good stuff. The only one I can't
seem to get is "Walkaway Joe," by Trisha Yearwood. I know there are tons
others I missed, but I was able to get a lot.
In the
context of the presentation, one of the songs listed was, "September When It
Comes" by Johnny and Roseanne Cash. Roseanne Cash spoke about asking her
father (at the behest of her husband) to do the song with her, realizing it
was a very potent and applicable song for them. Johnny Cash, rather than
saying, "OK, honey," said, "Well, I'll have to read the lyrics first."
:) As it turned out, he did the song with her, it was a stark and
poignant memorial to the Cash family and he ended up dying the following
September. I get goosebumps just thinking of it.

When in
past columns, I have mentioned the menopausal symptoms I was feeling for a
long while (they seem to have backed off for the time being for reasons
unknown), I have often had women write to me asking about why symptoms would
manifest so early. That reminded me that a lot of women don't know about
the nature of menopause and how it progresses.
Most
women will begin to have "perimenopausal" symptoms in their late thirties to
early forties, easily 10 years or more before the actual cessation of
menstruation. I tend to disagree with the term "perimenopause" because
it actually is menopause... nothing "peri" (which means "around") about it.
Menopause is a process that we ease into over a lot of time.
Some
women have all of the symptoms, some have a few and others have none.
Like every other reproductive process, it is highly individualized. The
symptoms include (but are not limited to):
Irritability
Hot
Flashes
Night
Sweats
Night
Restlessness and Insomnia
Very
Noticeable Hair Loss
Extreme
Fatigue
Heart
Palpitations
Dry Mouth
Sudden
Physiological Resistance to Weight Loss
Headaches
Irregular
Periods (odd intervals, very heavy or scant)
Forgetfulness, Short Term Memory Faults
Increased
Frequency of Urinary Tract Infections and Yeast Infections (due to the change
in vaginal climate)
Increased
Incontinence
Of
course, any of us may have any of those symptoms incidentally and all of them
may also be attributed to other maladies (as they usually are since menopause
is not the first diagnosis that pops into the minds of most physicians or
patients), if you are experiencing several of these and you are 35 or older,
menopause has to be considered as a possibility. That doesn't mean you
have to rush to your OB/GYN for heavy duty hormone replacement therapy.
You might first want to try an over-the-counter supplement such as Estroven or
Remifemin. I have used both with good results. Also natural
progesterone cream, often from wild yam extract, which is a cream you rub on
your inner wrist, works quite well. Increasing the amount of lean
protein you eat to at least 16 oz a day and greatly decreasing or eliminating
refined sugar products, white flour and gluten products will also help
immensely. As with most problems, exercise and increased water intake
will also go a long way to alleviating symptoms. Women who tend to
internalize their feelings, frustrations and anger and likewise, woman who
rant and rage and bitch regularly, spending an inordinate time focusing on
their own unhappiness, tend to have more pronounced symptoms than those who
work through their feelings in a healthy, productive fashion.
(This is almost invariable) Definitely a motivation to do all you have
to do to learn to relax and create peace within your world, learning to honor
your feelings and make pro-active change in your life to create a peaceful and
harmonious life prior to this time. In the midst of menopausal change,
learning techniques such as yoga, tai-chi, energy medicine, bio-feedback,
journaling and meditation are all very helpful in achieving these goals.
The most
important thing to remember is that menopause is not a disease or a health
crisis. It is a natural process and heralds the emergence into a time of
our greatest wisdom and empowerment when our energies are no longer channeled
toward nurturing and mothering. This is when our bodies by design tell
us to turn our attention toward ourselves, to attend to the changes we need to
make in our lives (both our environments, our actions, our nutrition and our
inner changes) to create a life that completely supports the wisdom and life
experience we have cultivated over our years of life and to honor our
experiences as women moving into the next phase of our lives.
We are
given so much information about puberty, about birthing and mothering, about
marriage and career. Because our society reviles, rejects and fears the
aging process, this vital and empowering transition is too often ignored and
put behind a veil of secrecy and shame, discussed in hushed tones and met with
a groan of dismay when mentioned. In today's world, women seldom
continue to birth babies until their menses stops, devoting their entire adult
life to mothering and grandmothering. Now, we have a whole life that
comes after our children (regardless of what kind of "children" - human
babies, four-footed-friends, career efforts) are well on their own. This
is part of embracing that life, putting on the purple shirt and red hat and
living this impactive and exciting part of life to its fullest.

If you
were wondering how menopause changes a woman emotionally, we tend to get a
"don't give a shit attitude." A good example of this was when Cybil
Shepard appeared on a talk show and wore a beautiful red cape, confessing
she'd done so because she had not had time to do her hair. The host
encouraged her to show her hair anyway and "yikes!"

Absolutely true story. Evidently, the short term memory loss extended to
her not having a clue where a hair brush was located either. That does
not to say that menopause should be feared, but really, use your powers for
good instead of evil, you know? Menopause does indeed make you bold.
I read once, "The dreams of youth are the regrets of maturity." I would
challenge that (or annex it) by saying, "The spontaneity of maturity and its
rewards surpass anything we could possibly have dreamt of in youth."
We are
waiting for the results of Friday's appraisal and after that, we wait for a
signing date and all is well. Of course, there are always glitches that
can come up out of the blue, but overall, we have jumped all of the obvious
hurdles. I'm thinking positive and waiting for this to work its way
through in the Goddess' time.
Where has
the morning gone? Here it is time for my nappy nap.
Much
love,
Katrina

September 30, 2005
The week has
felt like running an obstacle course. Every day brings a new set of
jumps and ducks and sideswipes, but overall, I'm still standing.
I have another
appraisal today between 1-2pm. We don't know exactly why the other one
didn't feel she could give us a good value, but the guy who owns this company
seems to think he can get us right where we need to be. Other than
faxing a copy of Eric's VA check to the broker when it comes tomorrow, our
part is finished until the signing of the paper mountain. With any luck,
this will all be finished in a couple of weeks and we can settle into a
workable budget and a little financial breathing. We found out last
night that the loan she has locked in for us will lower our monthly payments
by around $400. I can definitely live with that. It will be a
lovely harvest.
I am so
disinclined to clean like mad for this appraisal. The house is still
fairly clean from the last major cleaning, but there are a few things I need
to handle before she comes. Fortunately, that is still three hours away,
so I've got some space.
Space and not
to much to say, it seems. I've found myself remarkably at a loss for
words lately. The world does not seem any more dull or less vibrant than
it used to. The mountain is still glorious and finally the leaves
are starting to turn (photos coming soon). JoBu is getting big, but his
sisters are about 1/3 again bigger than he is. They can now come out of
the hole and wander the woods on their own. Of course, that freaks me
out a bit, but I am trying to leave Nature to itself. The girls are VERY
cuddly and receptive to human attention, for which I am very grateful.
There are two blacks with white accents and two that have Dalmation-type
markings. All four are smooth haired and very sweet. JoBu still
has a little bald nub for a tail tip where he nursed off his little white tip
back when he could reach his butt. I hope it grows back! He's
eating every 4-5 hours now, which makes my life considerably easier. I
feed him around 10 or so, sleep on the couch, get up around 2-3, feed him
again, then go up to my bed for a couple of hours.
Great.
One of the cats condescended to leave a poop mountain in Delena's room.
The only other time in about 2 months that we've had a cat mess in the house
was the LAST time we had an appraisal. I was doing a final check
noticed she was pulling into the driveway and found the pile. It was
most pungent. Flush, open windows, spray Neutra-air, pray. Today, at
least it was hours in advance (although, ironically, it was at the exact same
time of day that the last appraiser was pulling into the driveway). I
opened windows, sprayed some of the nice Aromatherapy "Ambiance" room
freshener - orange and lemongrass - and now it smells like a cat shit a huge
pile of baby aspirin. Got to scrub the tub, vacuum, do a final
straighten and I'm good to go. That's what, an hour or so?
I should make
cookies, shouldn't I? I'm thinking chocolate chip cookies with pecan
chips. Lots of cookies.
Yeah, that's
it.
See you later.
WELL, I was
just getting ready to post that when Ms Appraiser called to tell me that she's
running about an hour EARLY, so I dropped everything and started cleaning like
mad. There are still some things I would have liked to have done, but
eh, what will be will be. So... wish me luck!
Oh and for an
interesting tidbit. I learned that no matter how much you do not want to
go downstairs to get the Windex and no matter how much alcohol you think
is in Listerine, you cannot clean a giant closet mirror with it.
Evidently, there is sufficient sugar to make a wicked sticky mess. As I
looked at it, I, in desperation, channeled the Eye on Soaps staff who I know
personally, bringing them by astral travel to my house to help me out with the
mirror thing. Carolyn said, "What, you haven't cleaned this mirror since
you moved in here, have you?" Kathy said, "Hey, we could just take off
the mirrored doors and... oh, crammed with kids' toys inside, not good.
Wow. Got any Diet Coke?" Kate said, "Katrina, why are you worried
about such things? Here..." and she handed me a cup of warm, fragrant
herb tea and some really, really lovely scones. Sherry said, "I don't
know, I think it looks fine, sort of like putting vaseline on a camera lens
for a gauzy effect." Dianna suggested I get a nice, soft, diaphanous
purple drape and put over it so that it looked all misty and cool (but I
didn't have one). Sage said, "What?" and passed me a joint. (I
took it) Kelly said, "Pfft" and went downstairs and got the Windex and
started cleaning.
So where IS
that appraisal lady?