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    All four of them

    May 10th, 2008 by cowgirljules

    The parent to child ratio is wildly off this weekend, if only for a day. Junior’s at a big shoot, and this is our weekend for the kids. A civilized pair of exes, which I am alarmed to see that I am part of, if only by comparison, would simply switch weekends, no?

    We are not dealing with a rational person on his side, however, and she refused to switch weekends purely out of spite. No, really, she said she wasn’t going to go out of her way to help him. She did offer to take them this weekend, but wouldn’t have given up one of hers in exchange, and with the power plays that have been going on, that would be a stupid move on Junior’s part.

    So he fell to his next option; having his mother watch them, as she often does when he’s at work or otherwise tied up. But she had to work a day this weekend too, so here it is that I have all four children.

    Oh man. This was more than a little intimidating. I’m fine as a parent, but I’ve never been much of a babysitter. They frazzle my nerves when they’re all together even with Junior around to spread the parenting out a little thinner. But what am I going to do? I love that man and would do anything for him, and these kids and I need to develop a relationship on our own anyway, if we’re going to become a family.

    And except for a bizarre start in which a deputy called to verify my information and reassure me that I was in fact in the right having these kids (what the hell? Who calls the police on the babysitter?), everything’s been kind of fine. They’re minding me and playing nicely with each other, and we have a game to go to for Seamus in a little while, which will keep people occupied.

    I can see that once we get a little more used to each other and have our own spaces that belong to all of us, we’ll be fine. They’re learning the rules at my house, but it will be nice for them to have their own room to escape to and their own things to play with. They’re even getting better about cleaning up the disaster areas that three kids on the loose invariably create (John’s minding his own business seperately - can’t blame him.) At the moment, my incredibly tolerant dogs are keeping the herd busy, which has the advantages of wearing the dogs out too.

    So, it’s OK now, and I can see that it will be fine in the future, but man. I can also see that this is a little overwhelming. Good thing Junior comes home tomorrow.

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    On travel

    May 6th, 2008 by cowgirljules

    I go somewhere, for work or play, about twice a year. Usually for work, because I’m cheap like that.

    And I always like it, I like to be away, to follow my nose driving somewhere new. I like to find places to eat that are more interesting than home, which isn’t at all hard. I like to read a book or do homework in my hotel room without everything else that should be done around the house hanging over my head. I don’t generally even mind eating out by myself. I ignore the stares and order what I feel like, and sometimes read the paper for a strange place.

    I’m doing that now, for the second time this year. I’m off to school for some training, to collect me another license for my business. My mind’s alert enough to follow the class, and it seems to go pretty quickly.

    I miss Junior though, which is silly; I wouldn’t be with him on a Tuesday night anyway, and especially not this week, as he’s off doing something else too. There’s something about this hotel, or maybe this class, that’s really reminding me of one about three years ago though, one right before I got dumped, when I felt the pull of home just as badly. There will be no dumping this time, but I really crave being with him and I can’t put my finger on why it’s more than normal. Most likely because he is off doing something fun, that I could have gone to with him if it weren’t for this class. I’d like to go have fun with him instead of being stuck (at my own choice) in a stuffy cold classroom learning about disinfection byproducts. I’d like to cheer him on, and go try new restaurants with him, or just curl up with him in the evening. The more time we spend together, the harder it is to be apart, it seems.

    Love’s turning me into a homebody, and I like it. He’d be at work now anyway, but I’d sure like to hear him come in when he got off. I’d love to have to quietly crawl out of bed so as not to wake him up when he just got to sleep. I’d rather be doing the dishes and feeding the dogs and sorting laundry and shopping for a new mattress online and a hundred other things than sitting here with my mind free to miss him, and worry just the slightest that he’ll be OK on the road. Of course he will, but I’m just the slightest bit unsettled. I swear, my heart feels the distance. It’s only a mountain range and an hour and a half more than usual, but it’s there like the pull of the tide. I want to go home to my man.

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    Pestilence and disease

    May 3rd, 2008 by cowgirljules

    I swear, kids bring more germs into a household than and entire herd of pigs would.

    Last weekend both Seamus and Alyssa were sick. Seamus wasn’t too bad, so we went up to Junior’s to help him move something heavy while the kids played a little. When he started to wind down and just sit there, I figured it was time to take him home.

    On Monday, Alyssa was diagnosed with Strep throat, and Seamus was getting worse. The doc said he didn’t have it though, so he got to spend a couple of days home from school, recuperating.

    I sent him back on Thursday, and by Friday morning, it had hit me too. And the school called and said that John wanted to come home; he’d turned in all of his assignments and fallen asleep in History class. You know that kid’s sick if he’s being thoughtful about homework, or maybe he’s just turned the responsible corner, finally.

    Since I was being anti-productive and probably contagious, I sent myself home too. And banished Junior from the house, as he’s still healthy and has a big shoot to go to next week. He doesn’t need to be coughing himself silly on the firing line.

    Me, I’m being a schlep in bed. I feel OK until I get up and move around, so it feels like an oddly lazy weekend. I need to pull out of this by Monday night though, as I’m leaving for a class in Sacramento. And I already postponed it once, when I had the flu last fall. This is my last chance to get my Treatment License this year, and I really should have that one for my business.

    But at least the cat’s delighted to have someone to keep him company while napping on the bed all day. He’s hardly left my side.

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    Shift work

    April 29th, 2008 by cowgirljules

    Junior’s done with school for the summer, and is back on his regular shift at work, which is second shift. 1:30 to midnight. He says he likes it, but it’s strange for me. I’ve never been involved with anyone on a different shift from me, and I can see that it’s going to take some getting used to. I guess I’m lucky it’s not third shift; I’d never much see him at all if that were the case.

    I may have got a little spoiled while he was in school. His hours were odd but the days he worked matched mine, mostly, so there were weeks when I got to have him for four out of seven days. Not bad. Now though, we’re down to two days a week and I’m going to have some Junior withdrawls. He goes back in on Sunday afternoons, so no more quiet Sunday evenings together after a busy weekend. No more Wednesday date night; he’s working, and there’s no shifting it to Thursday either, as that’s his night with his kids.

    It’s going to get a little tight when hunting season comes around. He’ll have a nice long weekend off, but it won’t match mine. I’ll have to bust my butt the rest of the weeks to get every other Friday off, and I’m doing some serious negotiating to find myself backup for at least three weekends a month, instead of my regular two. Otherwise, we’d only see each other twice a month, ironically missing each other during our favorite joint activity. Fortunately, Seamus wants to go hunting too, so I can drag him up with me. I predict a lot of living up at camp in the fall.

    May is going to be a busy month anyway. Junior’s taking some time off to go to a shoot in Reno, but unfortunately, I can’t go with him. I’m taking a week to go get trained in Sacramento for another water license. When I get back, he’ll still be gone, but I’ll have at least two, and possibly all four kids, and won’t be able to go hang with him even for the weekend.

    It sounds like a lot of complaining, but it’s all worth it. I will put up with an awful lot of scheduling nonsense to get to be around this man. Sure, it would be easier to snatch an hour here and there if we were living together, but we’re getting there without rushing. The more time we get under our belts, the more solid I feel. This is where I belong, and the man that suits me better than any other could. I’d rather be juggling time with the man I love than still drifting around aimlessly.

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    Wings on the flight line

    April 23rd, 2008 by cowgirljules

    Yesterday afternoon, I was minding my own business, flushing hydrants and turning valves near some abandoned hangars inside the flight line. It’s a little corner where no planes go at all, so they don’t maintain the surface and weeds have popped up in every single crack in the asphalt or concrete.

    I like these old hangars. I was just showing Junior the biggest one on Friday. I’ve posted pictures before; it’s five stories to the inside ceiling, so tall that it used to get its own little weather systems inside on a humid day. There’s a surprising amount of wildlife in these abandoned bits of urbanity. I’ve seen red and grey foxes, and endangered Kit Foxes elsewhere. I’ve climbed to the roof of the big one, only to find that coyotes had been there before me, presumably chasing the ubiquitous pigeons, rats with wings. A Red-Tailed Hawk lives in the big one as well as a couple of owls, and I regularly startle owls or find pellets in the slightly smaller ones too.

    Someone had been in the big open hangar I was working my way around just a little while earlier, showing it to a potential client and making pathetic jokes about me washing the floor out while I was at it. Sorry; the only building washing I do involves a fire hose, and you don’t get to pick and choose where I shoot it. I suggested he roll his windows up or move on, as I was about to demonstrate. He thought I was joking but moved anyway. Good thing; I wasn’t.

    Around the other corner of the building next, I was working valves for about ten minutes when my back insisted on a break. I ratcheted myself back upright and relaxed a little and started to look around at my surroundings, instead of straight down like usual. And I saw an oddly-vertical bundle of feathers blown up against a wall of weeds.

    Dead things aren’t at all uncommon around here, and I always like to look at them to see what we have. It’s usually birds, but I’ve found some outstanding foxes and some cats, and have a nice collection of skulls from my finds. I casually walked to within about ten feet of the carcass when its head swivelled and it glared at me with big yellow eyes. At that point, it suddenly resolved itself into a baby barn owl, not fully fledged. He wasn’t angry enough with me to clack his beak, but he wasn’t happy.

    I was afraid that the guys in the hangar had scared him out into the open before he was ready. They nest in there, and I didn’t know if he was ready to fly or not. His head was still awfully fuzzy, amongst the flight feathers. I quietly walked a little closer, and he took off for a low glide, which reassured me. Unfortunately, he flew away from his cover, and sitting out in the middle of the asphalt, he looked like an awfully juicy target for some wandering predator. The mockingbirds thought so too, and divebombed him. I started to circle around to gently haze him back to the hangar, but he wasn’t having any of it. His next flight was stronger though, and left him in some weedy concealment, so I stopped worrying about him and went back to my work. He’ll be fine.

    I sure regretted not packing my camera with me that day though. I need to get back into the habit of keeping it with me; work stories are so much better illustrated.

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    Another jam-packed weekend

    April 22nd, 2008 by cowgirljules

    As busy as this weekend was, it was also pretty relaxing, in its own way. Instead of running all over to hell and back, we took the trailer to camp less than an hour from home so we didn’t have to run back home after each event. Cut down on the driving significantly, and let us get some drinking in too.

    Friday night, we pulled into the trap club and set up camp, and then ran off for dinner. I’d wanted to show him Woolgrowers over in Los Banos, one of my favorite restaurants of all time, and we were still close enough to his birthday to make it an excuse. And it was good too. They feed you so much that you need a dolly to roll out of there. It’s family-style Basque, and a favorite of all of the local farmers and ranchers and not so much of the influx of commuters in that town, so people like us feel right at home. We happened to get what would normally be a four-top in a regular place to ourselves, instead of being seated in a row with a bunch of strangers, which can totally happen there. And the food they brought filled up that table, and the waitress had to take things away to make room for more.

    What you do is order your meat (lamb chops for me, prime rib for Junior) and everything else comes with it. Wine, soup, potato salad, bread, beans, lamb stew, green salad, and french fries. Even though they scaled down for our small table, it was about enough food for six people. And there was no way I was going to finish three giant lamb chops, but that’s OK; lunch! Oh, and you get ice cream if you want it when you’re done, in those little cups with the wooden paddles that you used to get at the public pool in the summer. I could not face ice cream, having blown all of my extra space on the rest of that green salad with the addictive dressing.

    Back to the ranch and up fairly early to meet M and her family for breakfast, since she lives in that town and it would have been silly not to go see her. That was the only time we could both pencil in for each other all weekend, but it worked out fine.

    Zip down to Gustine to pick up some sausages at Wolfsen’s to go with dinner, and then back home to watch Seamus play a game.

     

     April 17 game Rockies
     

    He did all right; they lost, but not by much. I did catch him eyeballing his mom the photographer once when he should have been catching the ball; we’re going to have to have a little talk about that one.

    Back out to the trailer, and this time in time for their annual rib BBQ. Oh, and the drinking, which was why we brought the house with us in the first place. Nobody had to drive home. Junior fed me too much bourbon, but since I didn’t mix my liquors this time, I escaped the hangover that being that buzzed should have done me. I got to see Junior a little whirly too, but not all that much.

     

    Central League awards ceremony 2008
     

    The next day was our nominal reason for being out at the club; the last trap shoot of the Winter League season. Junior’s team squeaked by to make it into the shoot-offs next weekend by three points. Since we had to be at the awards ceremony, it made for a late day. We still had to get the trailer back to Junior’s place and me back home, before we just collapsed onto the couch. I didn’t fully recover until today, Tuesday. I spent Monday being a zombie and working the bare minimum until I could go home and take a nap. I love these busy weekends and all that we get to do, but I come home and look at my filthy house and just groan. Between these and running somewhere every day after work, I just don’t have the time to manage things, and am seriously considering getting a housekeeper once a week just to knock some of the grunge off so I’m not a ball of stress every time I look at my kitchen.

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    Happy Birthday, Junior

    April 15th, 2008 by cowgirljules

    Happy Birthday sweetheart. Finding you was the best thing to ever happen to me.

    I love you.

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    Academic Pentathlon

    April 14th, 2008 by cowgirljules

    My son John doesn’t get as much air time here as Seamus, largely because he’s mostly uncomprehensible to me. The few things that he’s interested in have nothing to do with me. Even if they could, like his camping thing through the Boy Scouts, he makes sure that I am not a part of it. He hates my kind of music, he won’t cut his hair, and he refuses to participate in any number of the interesting things that the rest of the family does. What kind of kid who likes to camp won’t go camping? One who likes to push his mother’s buttons, that’s what kind.

    He’s relentlessly teenaged, and it makes my mother snort. Apparently he’s just like me? Was I really that irritating? How could I have been, I was working at the age he’s about to become next month. I don’t remember having time to be irritating, although I do concede that I probably had as little to do with my family as John does with me. This has been going on long before he hit the teen years though. We clashed when he was a first-grader, I remember.

    Every chance he gets, he stays at his father’s. I can see him wanting to live there full time one of these days, and I’ll probably let him. We get along better when we see less of each other.

    He’s never much participated in any group sports or activities either. There were a few years of karate lessons, and I’d always go cheer him on at the belt tests even if he didn’t want me there. I ahve to make him go to his brother’s events. But this year, finally, he found something that sparked his interest.

    John was invited to join his school’s Academic Pentathlon team, which surprised and pleased me to no end, since it wasn’t too many years ago that his grades were in the toilet due to a determined lack of effort on his part. He’s been practicing like crazy, making for some weird pick-up times after the buses stopped but before I got off work. I sucked it up and left early; after all these years of shuffling his younger brother to baseball and whatnot, I owed him that.

    The event itself was held a week and a half ago. Most of the tests were behind closed doors, but at the end of the day, they held a game-show style quiz that the families could watch. And he rocked this section, and Seamus and I had a good time rooting him on. We could see his grin and his thumbs-up when he got one right from the bleachers.

    The awards ceremony was this weekend, and Junior and Seamus and I went and watched. We were very surprised to see him nab a second place in Literature. Where’d that come from? He hardly reads anything but trashy fiction, as far as I know. I wasn’t half so surprised to see him take first in Science, in his division. He’s very good at that, and is already gearing up his high school classes to make sure he gets into the hard-core stuff. The school’s whole team did pretty well, but the best part for me was watching him be the ham up on stage, completely happy with himself. I don’t get to see that very often.

    Of course, he wouldn’t even slap his brother five when he went down to congratulate him after, and he barely grunted at me when I told him I was proud of him the next day. Still, it’s good to see that he’s capable of having fun. I’d begun to doubt it.

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    The cat’s out of the bag

    April 10th, 2008 by cowgirljules

    I’m no good at keeping secrets, not the fun variety, but I am good at seizing opportunities, and over the last couple of weeks, I’ve been busy trying to do both. Of course, I failed at the first, but I succeeded very well at the second.

    I was out working with some linemen last week, when they were shutting off one of my circuits to do some work. One that I didn’t know all that really well (I have at least a nodding acquaintance with all of them, since this place is very much like a small town and their yard is next door to ours) tracked me down specifically to talk about hunting. It seems that Nevada has opened its Mountain Lion season this year to over-the-counter tags, even for out-of-state hunters.

    This guy, Shawn, had a tag coming and a good place to go, but he wanted to hunt behind hounds. He knew that I did that, so he proposed a trade of information: if I could talk some of my houndsmen friends into going and letting him hunt behind their dogs, he’d walk us through where to go. That’s one of the biggest hurdles to hunting in a new area; you can look at maps all you like, but until you have a good feel for the area in person, it’s crazy to just go out willy-nilly. You never know what the terrain’s going to hold for you, or if you’re suddenly on private property, or where the good access roads are. It’s always best to start learning an area with someone experienced in it.

    I am no slouch when it comes to recognizing a golden opportunity when I see it, so I got as much information right there as I could and told him I’d check with my friends. Already, my wheels were turning. This is one of the things that Junior’s wanted most to hunt in his life, and since it’s not legal in California (which is a whole ‘nother rant,) it would be an outstanding surprise. So by the end of the day, I had thoroughly researched it on the Nevada web site and downloaded regs and applications, talked to Todd, ordered a mess of topo maps from USGS, and discussed making it a surprise for Junior with his folks.

    Todd’s all for a close lion hunt. He’s been going to Utah every year, but that’s a long haul. He said that’s how he got started there though; someone knew someone who knew where to hunt, and he just kept it going from there. He had some questions for me to pass on to Shawn, but said that since it’s so close (less than eight hours,) he was willing to go there himself this summer and scout out the area in person. I asked Todd to keep it quiet for now, because I could just see him telling Don telling Bill mentioning it in all innocence to Junior. But if everyone knew it was a surprise, maybe I had a chance of shutting the grapevine down for a little while.

    Junior’s folks were surprised to hear from me in the middle of the day, when I knew Junior was at work, but once I explained what I wanted to do, they were all for helping me pull one over on their son. They got me his hunter safety information and other things that I needed for his tag application. We weren’t as sneaky about it as I’d hoped though, and that was entirely my fault. I looked way too guilty when he caught me talking to his dad, and that got his wheels turning. I’d hoped to shush him by laying it on his upcoming birthday, but that didn’t work so well.

    All weekend, I kept coming close to blowing it. I’d catch myself starting to tell him that I’d talked to Todd, or something about Nevada. I was getting entirely frustrated, as I was so excited about it that I was about to climb out of my skin, but I had to look perfectly normal. But on Sunday, I almost blew it big time. He’d got on my computer to look something up, and saw the Nevada website on the drop-down menu, which I’d forgotten to clear. I may have overreacted, but he thought I was mad at him for snooping.

    My original plan was to say nothing at all for months, and just have a tag show up in his mailbox in June, but that would have involved forging his signature, something that I’m not willing to do. So I amended the plans to presenting him with the maps and a card with a picture of a lion in it for his birthday. That way, I could still see him surprised, but I wouldn’t have to wait so long.

    But don’t you just know it, he started digging again last night, on a day when I’d been talking myself out of just telling him already. Once he saw that he was getting to me, he wouldn’t stop, and kept on pushing. If I’d really been trying to hide something, that would have pissed me off to no end, and I would have muled up and not told him shit, but since I really wanted to share it with him, I let him get to me.

    Since he knew it was probably a hunting thing, I made him guess. He went through hunts in Nevada that he’d like to have, getting more and more confused every time I told him it was wrong. No, it wasn’t an elk hunt. Nope, not sheep either. Or antelope. Or mule deer - are you kidding? The draw for that for out-of-state is ridiculous.

    Finally, he twigged to what it really was, and a grin just about split his face in two. This is something he’s always wanted to do, and to have someone else know that and set it up for him was really a good surprise. So we spent the rest of the evening talking about it, and looking at maps, and laughing about all the times I’d almost blown it. I called his dad to let him know that he could talk about it now, and that Junior wasn’t just fishing for information if he came home and asked for the copy of the regs I’d left there.

    And you know what? It was just as good of a surprise in the middle of a regular week as it would have been on a birthday, and now it’s more fun planning with him, instead of scurrying around behind his back. And it’s going to be even more fun as the months go on, with the scouting and the planning and the actual hunting after the first snow falls. It’s sort of a hunt of a lifetime for both of us, and I am ridiculously pleased with myself for getting it set up.

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    Baseball season

    April 8th, 2008 by cowgirljules

    It’s back, and with a vengeance.

    Really, it started a few weeks ago, with practice twice a week, but since I could hang out in my truck and relax a bit on the days that I was responsible for taking Seamus, it didn’t hit me so hard. Don’t get me wrong; I love Little League and I go to every game, it’s just that this has been an incredibly busy year and I’m pretty damn tired when I get off work. But I’ll still go, and photograph every game that I can (it doesn’t come out very well on the late ones; the lights aren’t bright enough.)

     

     March 29 game vs Dodgers
     

    The first game was a good one for him, even though they lost. He had no less than ten family members there rooting for him. After it, my side all went out for dinner, so my folks could get to know Junior and his little girls, and that was fun too. But nothing’s quite as fun as winning, and on Saturday evening, the third game of the season, they finally pulled that off.

     

     March 29 game vs Dodgers
     

    Seamus got walked on base twice, but was batted-in both times, and that’s always good for his enthusiasm. Of course, he’s always pretty fired up about it, and happily stands out there in left field, heckling the other team.

     

    April 5 game Jays 131

    At least this isn’t going to be a no-win season. He learned a lot of techniques last year, but not winning any games gets to a kid after a while. It’s more fun to photograph too; more excited faces, more action shots, and more good pictures to give to proud parents at the end of the season. I’m trying to explain to those parents that don’t know what I’m up to, what I do. I don’t want them to think I’m hogging the good spot on the fence just because I’m selfish or oblivious. They’ll get something out of it too. A couple of them already knew what I do, and I’ve seen parents I recognize on all of the other teams we’ve played so far, so it might not be too weird when I go over to the opposing team’s side for a few good shots now and then.

    But it’s a busy time. It seems that we have way more Saturday games this year than last, so there go my free weekends. And we’re still playing twice a week during the week, and quite a few of those are late games. That gets us home quite a bit after bedtime, so it’s kind of hard on him too, but I think he’ll manage. He loves it, after all, even if he’s not the best kid on the team, and so do I.

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