Are We Having Fun Yet?

After surviving and doing decently well in the Sun Run in 2012, we decided to train for it again.  It took a while for Meredith to get over the plantar fasciitis  she developed in the last few weeks of training last year.  Luckily she worked for a Podiatrist, and so was able to get some free custom orthotics.  After a month or so, she was feeling pretty good.  It took me longer to get over whatever it was that went weird between my knee and my hip.  I finally said to the chiropractor that I was going to have to go to the doctor, because it just wasn't getting any better.  He had checked my knee and how it moved, and thought that nothing was really wrong with it.  He suggested I go see a physiotherapist.  I did that, he went through a whole bunch of testing on my knee, and also determined it was fine.  He said that the issue in the knee was based in the hip, and gave me a set of stretches to do, which he said should sort it out.  I did them and it did mostly. Yay!

This year Larry decided to join us.  He did the Sun Run several years in a row, back around 1990. His best time was just over 43 minutes to run 10 km.  He hasn't run since then, and suffers with a bad back and shoulders, and just about everything else.  We didn't join a clinic this year, but are following the same program.  We all were wondering if any issues might resurface, or in Larry's case, just magnify enough to stop us from getting through the training.  So far so good though!  We are just about finished week seven in a thirteen week program.  We started a week earlier than we needed to, so will probably duplicate week ten.  All of us missed one workout, when a bout of Norovirus hit.  I missed another one when I torqued my knee, trying to kick Luna's soccer ball as I walked down the driveway.  I was able to ride the bike though, so went out on that instead.  

We've been lucky, and until today, hadn't had to run in any ugly weather.  A slight bit of drizzle a couple of times, but that's about as bad as it's been.   

Remember those signs of Spring flower pictures I took last week? Huh. Ever since then it's been a lot miserable and a lot wet.  Usually our days for running are Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday.  Tuesday this week turned out to be quite wet, so we put it off until Wednesday.  It's best to leave a day between training sessions, so today was the second session of the week.  It's been pouring rain all day.  We have been issued a rainfall warning.  A few times today it looked like it might be clearing up, but it didn't last more than a minute or two.  By the time Meredith got home from work, it was as miserable as ever.  It was a debate as to what would be the best thing to wear.  I usually wear stretchy lightweight capris.  This time I wore leggings.  It worked out well.  Larry, who every other time has worn pants, this time went for shorts.  He was happy with his choice too.  Meredith wore her usual, with the addition of the cap.  I put the dog's reflective coats on, both to make us more visible, and to keep them a bit dryer.   The first mile or so was pretty miserable, we were running into the wind and rain.  Fortunately we are experiencing what is referred to as a 'pineapple express' (warm and wet weather originating out near Hawaii), so at least it wasn't cold.  After we turned the corner, it was much better, and actually overall it wasn't as bad being out in it, as it appeared it might be while standing in the house and looking out of the window.

Here's the Wyndson Farm running club.

Mystery Solved

While we were staying at Wyndson Cottage, we went to the dog park a few times.  As we were walking towards the off-leash baseball diamond, I noticed what looked like a pile of horse manure on the paved path.  Someone had a horse in there!  After exhausting the dogs with games of fetch, we usually walked around the park on our way back to the truck.  Gave the dogs chance to decompress and  to do their business.  As we were getting close to the truck we noticed all these piles on the grass.  We went over to look.  Piles of what looked like horse manure, but not the same as what we were used to, and they were BIG!  We could see spots were it looked like the grass had been grazed a bit, but we couldn't see any tracks, and the grass wasn't all chewed up liked we would have expected it to be if a bunch of horses had been milling around.  It was a really mystery, but....all I could think was 'free manure, for the garden, FREE ...'  We have loads of manure at Wyndson Farm, but none at Wyndson Cottage. So the next time we went to the park, we took along a garbage can and a rake and a snow shovel.  After the dogs had their fun and a walk, we put them in the truck and got our tools.  I did say to Larry that if he felt too embarrassed, he didn't have to come.  He said he only felt a little bit embarrassed:), so we walked back to the grass and started scooping up piles of manure into our garbage can.  Kind of felt a bit silly, so kept our heads down and worked as fast as we could.

I think part of the reason I felt silly was because I wasn't exactly sure what it was that we were scooping up.  Fortunately only one old fellow with his little dog passed by while we were pooper scooping.  I can just imagine him saying when he got home,  'Martha, you'll never believe what I saw at the park today....'  When we got the garbage can as heavy as we could handle, we staggered back to the truck.

 I ended up using it as a mulch around the pathetic little raspberry canes in the back yard. 

 I had decided that it must be a herd of elk that were bedding down in the park at night.  When we got back home, I googled elk droppings, and they look nothing like what we had picked up.  Nor did moose droppings.  It was looking more like it must be horse poop.  Curiosity was killing me, so I sent this email to the rec center, which was right next to where we were scooping.

I have an odd question.  We live in Oliver part time.  On a recent visit, on our way to the fenced dog off leash, we noticed what looked like a pile of horse manure on the path. After walking around the park, we found a whole lot of those piles, and some were quite big, on the grass.  We have a horse, and are familiar with horse manure, and this looked a bit different to what we are used to, well similar, but bigger.  So then we decided that elk(?) must be visiting the park at night, bedding down for a while, eating some grass, and leaving early in the morning.  I've since googled elk droppings, (and deer and moose) and the pictures don't match.  So I'm wondering what left those big piles, (a herd of draft horses?)  Mostly I'm wondering because we collected a garbage can full to add some organic matter to our garden in Oliver, and I'd like to know what it actually is.  If you could solve this mystery for me, I'd really appreciate it:)

Just the other day I got this reply.

Yes, they are from local horses that keep escaping there fenced yard.  This has been an ongoing issue for the Parks for a number of years.  The owner of the horses is just as frustrated with how well his horses can escape.

  

Well at least now we know what we've mulched with.  I have a hard time believing that the horse owner is powerless to prevent his horses from escaping though.  Kind of hoping we can get another load though the next time we are there.  Larry even said as mu(l)ch!

And after all that poopy talk, here's a pretty picture of the sunrise one morning, taken from the living room window. Too bad it isn't underground wiring.  We had sunshine six of the seven days we were there:)

Full Moon

Lately I've been fascinated with all the wonderful makeovers you can give to old furniture.  There's a whole blogosphere out there that is all about people taking an old piece of furniture and giving it a new lease on life by painting it and being creative.  I'm taking baby steps into the crazy, exciting world.  Check out some of the links at the bottom of this blog post http://missmustardseed.com/2013/02/furniture-feature-friday-a-link-party-7/

A few weeks ago I bought this little end table for $4.99 at the Sally Ann.  It was in rough shape and a bit wobbly.  The wobbly part was easy to fix, I just had to tighten up the three bolts underneath the top.  Now I was so excited about it that I started sanding it right away before taking a photo.  Try to imagine the top darker with lots of water marks.

I loved the grain on the top.  It is a veneer, a very, very thin veneer.  There were some chunks out of it along the edges, which I patched up. Some sections were lifting, along a join.  I glued them back down.  Then more sanding.  I didn't get it perfect, but I had to stop, or else I would have sanded the veneer away.   Even though it doesn't appear so in the pictures, each of the three lobes were the same size.  I guess I never had the camera directly over the center.

Here it is stained and a top coat of a few layers of water based poly.

The legs were painted with a homemade chalk paint, and then a dark glaze brushed over it.  Most of it I rubbed off, just left a bit around the junction of different pieces of wood.  It didn't have a lot of edges, but I did sand them off a little bit.  Both the glaze and the sanding help to give the impression of age, not that this picture really shows up either technique very well.

This picture shows the colour of the top most accurately.  

Larry looked at it and said well he guessed it was supposed to be a shamrock.  He said though, that to him the left and right lobes looked like two cheeks, and not the kind on your face.  He said he didn't know what the third lobe was though.  I said it was the sun rising over a full moon.

Trumpeter Swans

Last week while at Wyndson Cottage, we took a drive north to Penticton.  We had wanted to look at TVs.  Perhaps it was more like I wanted Larry to go and look at TVs, while I looked in the thrift store.  Oh, lucky me, the Salvation Army Thrift Store just happened to be across the road from a TV place!  So I wandered around and found two pair of pretty good jeans, a plain neutral cotton bedskirt, and some of the same pillow shams that I already had.  I use pillow shams to make dog beds.  Unpick or rip out the row of stitching that runs a couple of inches in from the edge of the sham.  Buy an old quilt, also from the thrift store, usually only a dollar or three if you get it on a sale day, fold it to fit and put it in the pillow sham.  Luckily for me, it was customer appreciation day, so everything was 30% off, and the total was just over $11.  My kind of shopping.  But I digress....

 On the way to Pentiction we pass Vaseaux Lake, which is an important bird sanctuary.  There is a parking area and some trails to walk down, which we stopped at on the way back, but it was rather cold and miserable, and seemed like something that was better saved for a nicer day.  Of the eight days we were at Wyndson Cottage, this was the only day that the sun didn't shine.  Just down the road though, these Trumpeter Swans were standing on the ice.

Those are some big birds.  The males average 26 lbs with a wing span up to 10 ft.

I think that young one was getting in trouble.

I love that looking through a camera lens sometimes makes you notice things that you might otherwise not.  It wasn't until I started taking photos of the swans that I noticed their reflections in the water on the ice.

I did manage to do a bit more thrift store shopping while we were away.  A jacket, a belt for Larry, a cake pan and a citrus juicer for a total of $4.25 at the hospital thrift store in Oliver.

On the way home I convinced Larry to stop in Osoyoos, so I could check out the tiny United Church thrift store there.  Four sherry glasses and another pair of jeans there, total of $4.50.  I'm a big spender:)

Signs of Spring

Pretty flowers

Hairy cats hightailing it out of there.

Mine!

Making sure that the black and white bitch witch can't sneak that Kong away from him while he has a little snooze.

Sometimes we'd leave Calli back at the house with some peanut butter smeared on the inside of that Kong, while we took the two collies on a longer walk.  It's the monster size, so if the peanut butter is smeared right to the far end, the dogs really have a hard time reaching the last bit with their tongue, which means that the attraction of that Kong lasts much longer.  Luna would always remember about the Kong when we got back from the walk, and would head into the house as soon as she could, to see what she could salvage. She must have abandoned it at some point, which allowed Jake to get it.   

Maybe he's keeping his eyes closed so he can't see the 'look' that Luna would give him, to make him abandon the Kong and move away, which he would.

A Glorious Blue Sky Day

When we were at Wyndson Cottage for a week in January, we were a little disappointed that the days were grey. We only saw a bit of sun one day.  There was some snow on a few days, which was expected, but we were quite disappointed at the lack of sunshine.

This last trip though, it was so exciting to wake up the first morning there to clear skies and the sun coming up.  By mid morning it was beautiful.  The temperatures were above freezing, and it felt very Springlike.  I wanted to go up the mountain.  We were really trying to be conscious this trip of not over exercising Calli, so Larry was a little hesitant as we had headed out with the three dogs.  I said we'd just go up to the water tower, which is just a little ways up, and has a gravel switchback road leading to it.  We got to the tower, it was warm, it was beautiful. Luna figured it was time for a snow bath, or a face wash at least.  There was a hard crust on the snow right there, and it was like she was trying to break through it.

 So then I said well maybe we could go along that trail over there, it's flat (thinking of Calli).  The only thing was there was a steep ravine between us and the trail.  So we slid down it on the icy side that was facing north, and slip slided our way up the south facing, muddy melting side, pushing and dragging Calli along with us.  Actually, we had to get off the trail and use the hummocks of grass to pull ourselves to the top, because heavy mud was accumulating on our boot soles.  And then we were on the level.

The trail headed off between two small hills.  Luna was all over the place, figured she was smelling deer, so made sure we kept her in sight.

The trail came out into the open and the hill dropped off to the north, and presented a great spot for a group photo.  Of course in the time spent trying to get the perfect shot (impossible) Jake was telling me that the sun reflecting off the snow was just getting too darn bright!

The view to the north

And then the deer appeared

We saw five of them.  They kept disappearing and then reappearing in another spot.  Maybe there were more than five.  The dogs didn't notice them.  I think they were out of their sight line.

Time to head back for lunch.