York Maine 6-29-2012

York, Maine is such a nice sleepy resort town. There are no big box shops or familiar restaurant chains. Streets are lined with trees and charming New England style clapboard homes rich with gingerbread trim.

We ate the best Italian at Mimmo’s. I had stuffed eggplant while Stan had manicotti with sausage and meatballs. It was a good place to splurge on our last night there at ~$22/meal. You need to pick up a bottle of wine before you go as it is strictly BYO.

Ruby’s wood grill on highway 1 had the best veggie burger with extra hot fries. This place is buzzing with people eating good food and enjoying themselves. Service is friendly and atmosphere is ready for any family to enjoy a casual festive evening.

Norma’s Restaurant is one of those every day very clean restaurant with regular sandwiches and thick pea soup. The waitress was one of those rare gems with friendly politeness along the way. She “absolutely” responded to you every whim. The blueberry pie was juicy and good. It is so humid that the crust quickly turns soft.

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York Maine 6-28-2012

We are staying at the Dockside Guest Quarters in York, Maine for a few days. It is a lovely B&B on the cove where the boats enter from the ocean. It is peaceful to watch the tide come and go. When the tide is in the water comes right to the edge of the sloped grass in front of the cabin. When the tide is out, large rocks can be seen on the wet sand.

There is a nice walkway across the highway that leads to a secluded small island. It has one of the small suspension bridges that allow boats to move from one cove to another. When the tide is up the water comes up a couple of feet from the pathway. When tide is out you can see wet sand. A quick look at the still water reveals the sand and rocks below like looking through a glass. A sign at the entrance to the walking path in the dense forest indicates that this land was donated to the city of York to always provide public access. What an endearing gift.

We have had inter-mitten rain over the past four days. I’m not a big fan of rain as sunshine cheers me up and makes me want to do things. I really hadn’t planned to wear jeans except on the plane. With the chillier weather, I have had jeans and a several layers of shirts on everyday. When you pack your clothes in Denver when the temperature is in the upper 90’s, it is easy to forget that extra jacket, long sleeved shirt or warm pair of socks.

We hopped on the highway, paid the two bucks toll as we entered the highway and the one buck to get off. This was worth the cost to quickly drive to the small towns up north where there were some lighthouses around the coastal area near Portland. The maps call them light instead of lighthouses.

We had been to some of these last year during our visit to Maine. Portland head light is accessed through Fort William. I was raining pretty hard and I just wanted to snap one photo. Luckily we didn’t have to walk so far from the main parking lot as there were not many people and we found that prime parking adjacent to the lighthouse. There is a lighthouse out in the ocean that I snapped a rainy day photo. It is so far away you can barely see it.

Last time we stopped off for some fresh strawberry pie at the restaurant right at the fork in the road on highway 77. Today is was too chilly and there was no sign out advertising the pies. This is near Maxwell strawberry farm.

Instead of pie we ventured to two lights in Cape Elizabeth. Stan seemed to remember how to get there as my navigating next to him was inept. You park in the lot and peek over the ledge. The most beautiful rock formation is perched along the cliffs. The rocks look like petrified redwood trees. It is the most amazing site. As you turn back toward land you can see two lights; one on the hillside and one nestled into the neighborhood. We took a ride up the hill and snapped a few photos of these lighthouses on Cape Elizabeth.

Next were two light houses accessed through the college campus of Southern Maine Community College. We followed the directions in the lighthouse tourist information and drove right to them. The first one the rain prevented us from a leisurely walk down the jetty for a close up view. The next one had a Greek influence of Corinthian columns. The rain had let up and the walk through this park out to the lighthouse was delightful.

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Marilyn Dieckhoff

Marilyn Dieckhoff has died at age 64. She was my friend and co-worker for over 20 years. We all knew she was on borrowed time by smoking like a chimney for so many years.

She was so addicted to smoking that we would work our lives around her addition. If I had a work question that needed immediate attention, I knew if she wasn’t at her desk, she could be found downstairs outside in the smoking section. When going to lunch, we would always opt for the restaurants that still had smoking sections. In the summer months we ate at tables outside.

There was no question about her quitting. That was not going to be discussed or even viewed as an option. She had a gruff smokers voice and had lost tooth after tooth to this addition. With but a few teeth left in the front she finally gave into a having a bridge put in. It brought sparkle to here contagious smile. I remember I search through antique stores for just the interesting gift to give her in celebration of her re-newed smile. I found a silver box with a script “D” monogrammed on the front that opened to a little mirror. She must have liked it as she tacked the note to “enjoy your new smile” on her cube wall for years.

She left us too soon and will be missed. There was so much life to live and she embarrassed it fully. She loved her family and they cane first no matter what.

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Boston 6-22-2012 – Beanie Babies

We are venturing to Boston once more for a visit with John, Rachel and Anya (now 3 ½ ). Anya is such a chatterbox. When talking on the phone I can now understand what she is saying to us. She called a couple of days ago to say how excited she was for our visit.

We had a garage sale a few weeks ago. Jamie finally cracked open the numerous boxes of Beanie Babies she had been collecting since they were so popular in 1995 to 2000. Jamie has lots and lots of them including many duplicates. When she saw that we were selling our treasures for pennies on the dollar, she decided to join in the fun. She put some “Beans” aside and marked them at fifty cents. That is a big step for her. She loved them so much and cherished the time she had been collecting them. She had taken the specials ones to her house and had them decorating every visible space on shelves and across her mantel.

When I saw how many bears she was putting in the pile I was surprised and it had been so hard to find those. Some we even paid a premium. She put some of those aside to send with us to Boston for Anya. I don’t know that she needs 30 or so “Beans”, but maybe her friends will enjoy them also.

We spend so much time over the years collecting what we think is interesting items. The more scarce the object, the more desirable. We would travel from shop to shop looking for just the right one that we had been looking for. I remember when we traveled to Alaska on a cruise to see the glaciers calving. Our cruise ship stopped off in Juneau. I remember a little doorway of a shop with Beanie Babies hanging in the window. I found some of the very early ones manufactured, so I jumped at the opportunity to help fill Jamie’s collection.

I soon learned two things. You can’t keep up with the marketing and creation of products from a company as large a TY and you can’t keep up with compulsive collecting with a person with those tendencies. As Jamie was diagnosed with mental illness in 2000 we learned to curtail the collecting of Beanie Babies. We packed hundreds and hundreds in large plastic boxes and stored them in the garage. Some came out to Jamie’s house to decorate her place for various holidays. The rest have been waiting for over a decade to be sorted and dispersed.

About 30 of them were packed in a large suitcase and taken to Boston for Anya. Of course, too many for one child at one time. Anya and her mother agreed to 4. When Anya opened the luggage, she was delighted to see the array of stuffed animals and little outfits for them. She picked out 4 as agreed, gave a couple to her cousin and tucked the rest away for other children or other days.

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Akumal Beach Resort 3-27 through 4-3-2012

Stan and I are visiting Akumal Beach Resort in Mexico for the 4th time. It is our 39th anniversary and we wanted to make a relaxing interesting experience.

Akumal Beach Resort – March 27, 2012

The first lady we met started talking with us at lunch dining hall. We had just arrived, parked our luggage in the room and hurried out to enjoy the view. We still had on our jeans from the plan trip A teacher and husband from Wisconsin struck up a conversation. They had been at this same resort for 4 weeks and are staying another to make it 5 as their other child and family are coming to visit. You can learn a lot when people are eager to make conversation. They snorkel for 1 – 2 hours at a time. They know all about the statistics of the reef. The reef is the 2nd longest in the world next to the Great Barrier reef in Australia. It is amazing that once a teacher starts talking it is like she is back in the classroom. There is hardly a thing they don’t know the exact facts about. So don’t try to challenge them on the facts.

New things have happen on this our 4th visit to this beautiful casual resort. The first time we visited this resort due to a sale we found in the newspaper. We were so delighted to find a place that included plane fair, hotel and food. Next time time we went was in 2006 when I turned 60. We brought the whole family for a week of fun. We didn’t come for several years as there was a concern about drug cartels ruining the area with their violence and other dreadful acts that were so prevent at the borders. In 2011 Stan and Joyce came for their 38th wedding anniversary. This year in 2012 Stan and Joyce came 39th wedding anniversary.

Three leche cake is the most unusual, maybe not such an interesting texture that I have encounter. It inclines 3 different types of milk poured over a cake. According to the Teacher fro Wisconsin, this is quite a popular method to make a cake. Well, I have never had this type of cake except in Akumal Mexico at this resort, but then again, I have lived a sheltered life.

This resort was owned by an Italian who bought it from a Mexican (Ortez). Many Italian’s visited here for years. It became somewhat run down. The Mexican bought it back in 2009 and is spending consistent time fixing it up a little at a time. You can tell that something is different, but can’t really tell you what. This guy is not a young man, but is busy fixing the place up nevertheless.

It seems that new floor tiles were placed in the lobby, bar and dinning area. The railings seem freshly painted. The place is friendly, casual, clean and charming. The ocean is right out your door and the views are stunning. The pool looks inviting the same deep blue as the ocean.

The kids are treated well here. In the evening there are movies in the kids room, just off the large dining room. It keeps the kids busy and gives the parents a break. The food is kids friendly with a section devoted to pasta and pizza. One evening we were treated to kids dancing together on the stage. It was invigorating to see the kids perform so well from they have learned during the day. There is always some activities and staff to keep them busy and give the parents a well desired break.

The first evening I tried many new things for dinner. Cactus was a delight in the fresh tortillas that I added guacamole, rice and fresh salsa. Stan added a couple of hot peppers and mentioned the pulled pork was extra tender. The desserts are always interesting. A spoonful of rice pudding, sliver of 3 lecha cake, coconut flan and least favorite was bunuelos (hush-puppy type fried dough filled with whipped cream).

Our room is spacious. There is a large closet with doors made of small strips of bamboo. There are shelves separated by ropes inside the closet to add some interest. The room has a safe and the TV remote along with the safe and room key are handed to you in a big envelope during check in.

The bus trip from Cancun to Akumal takes about 1 ½ hours. Others on the bus are dropped off at near-by resorts. Some are quite snazzy and seemed far too upscale and stuffy for our taste. It is the same ocean and same warm weather.

Akumal Beach Resort 3-28-2012

The food is plentiful and tasty. We started the day off with breakfast. There is nothing in the room to make a cup of coffee or tea in the morning when you wake up. Breakfast is at 7 am. First thing to pick up is tea or coffee and a glass of juice. I like oatmeal and it was delicious with a spoonful of cinnamon sugar. A plate of fresh fruit hit the spot. Papayas have an interesting flavor and must be another of those acquired tastes. Cantaloupe and watermelon must be locally grown and in season. Stan had a freshly made omelet to his delight.

Lunch was from the snack bar by the pool. The guacamole and chips were great. Freshly made French fries hit the spot when dipped in ketchup. Pizza so – so. Ice cream in a small cup eaten with a wooden spoon on a warm day hit the spot.

Stan and the chef are becoming fast friends. She speaks impeccable English, has a smile of confidence that goes with the tasty food she prepares. On this Wednesday she was making chicken kabobs. Stan had a few tasty morsels of the chicken and found it compelling to have another chat with the chef. She divulged that the chicken was marinated to give it that extra tender texture.

I had the tomato soup with just a hint of extra spice to kick it up a notch. This was followed by a plate of vegetables, rice, a few potatoes and lentils. My favorite was the grilled pineapple slices. It had just the tang to perk up the meal. A plate of small portions of the desserts gave just a hint of favorites and not so favorites. The cheese cake looked great, but moved to last place as it had no flavor. Stan skipped on the coffee flan as he has little interest in flan of any kind. When I gave him forkful of mine he loved it. It was pretty strong coffee flavor and probably would keep one up all night with a caffeine high, so I gave him my whole piece. Another milk soaked chocolate cake rolled up to make a beautiful looking dessert. However, I’m still not much of a fan of soaked cakes. A pudding with layers of another milk soaked cake, whipped cream and peaches was yummy, if you eat around the cake. Apple strudel was OK, but not great. I took a taster bite and left that last few pieces on my plate.

I swam a few laps in the glorious pool. I was a little disoriented with the sun shining in my eyes and blue sky overhead as I’m used to swimming laps at the rec center where you can watch the ceiling or side lines to know when you come up to the end of the pool. Good thing the pool at that time of day was mostly empty.

We joined the exercise class later in the morning. Oscar was our instructor and most of the participants were women from Houston on a week-long outing. They had left their husbands at home. One younger women was from Austria. When we stretched our arm above our head I noticed a big crop of hair under her arm. Different cultures – different standards.

Brief nap in the lounge chair by the pool and it was time for salsa lessons. Thanks to Marta our water zumba teacher from the rec center, we could almost get the beat and follow the steps. There is still hope. Oscar was our teacher again. Stan thought it would be fun to learn to dance on the concrete barefooted. No blisters, but he did have to dip his feet in the pool to ease the pain from the warm concrete or was that the fast paced steps for dancing the salsa?
Another nap and a walk to the ocean but steps away. We strolled through waste high crystal clear quiet water to see white angel fish meander around us. We caught a glimpse of them as they had black accents on the tips of their fins. There were some other silvery and white fish swimming by. They didn’t linger as long as the angels did.

We were going to come back with our snorkeling gear but the relaxing day required another nap. By that time the surf had picked up as had the breeze. Afternoons we found are not the best for snorkeling. We will need to try again tomorrow early in the day.

Akumal Beach Resort 3-29-2012

The previous evening we were treated to a theater production of 70’s – 80’s songs that were danced to by the staff. This year had the best dancers that I have seen. The show was well choreographed full of energy. The group didn’t sing and used the real songs. Only concern was the volume of the music. It was so loud that the high pitch of the decimal could blow your eardrums. We mostly covered our ears to soften the pain. We complimented the team members be saw the next day. They were happy to hear we liked it. Alex was the best male dancer. We found he was from Venezuela and had been in a somewhat famous boy band called Boom. He was a handsome young man with blond hair from his half German background. He mentioned that the great choreography was due to the pretty brunette from Canada. It is nice to know that these resorts attach such a high level of talent to entertain the vacationers.

We got into a routine of swimming, eating and dancing by the pool. We started the day by snorkeling first so an not to miss that experience by too much relaxing on the pool.

To my surprise, I was finally catching on to this experience. No more panic. No more chocking on the inhaled salt water. I put on the flippers and walked backward into the warm ocean water. I fiddled with the mask a bit and figured out how to keep the water blown out of the tube. Off we went.

I mostly kick from me knees instead of my hip. I guess it is easier or maybe I just didn’t learn the other method. We swam out twenty or so strokes / kicks then took a rest. The water wasn’t really very deep and sometimes the end of my flippers could touch the grasses below. We didn’t see any turtles yet. We would need to swim farther out into the bay.

We joined the water exercise again to a very small class that included a lady from Quebec City and a mom and couple of kids from Italy. Language is a barrier for a free minutes and then the walls come down and all gel as we get into the program. Oscar and Alex teach together to add some more energy to the class. Both knew several languages to help with the directions.

Stan and the Austrian man struck up a conversation. They planned a play date for tomorrow at Yal Ku lagoon to snorkel together. The guy really just wanted some assistance to find the place we had told him about.

Akumal Beach Resort 3-30-2012

We ate breakfast and hurried to meet our new Austrian friends by the pool for our trip to Yal Ku.
Akumal Beach Resort 3-31-2012. As it turned our the man was not feeling well so Stan and I went alone. With a bit of a language barrier from their limited English and our non-existent Austria we could have totally misunderstood what exactly he wanted.

We walked down the beach past the turtle bay and a few blocks into the village of Akumal to the taxis. We asked a driver how much. 80 pesos. Well we only had dollars. With an exchange rate of 12.50 pesos to one dollar the ride should have cost us about $6.50. It cost $8 and we were happy to not have to walk the couple miles through dirt road on this hot day.

Yal Ku was inviting. The entrance fee was $9/per person plus $2 to rent a locker. I wanted to take some photos of the beautiful sculpture gardens and then store my camera in the locker while we were snorkeling. I enjoyed with snorkeling a lot more this year than before. We were early enough in the day the miss the hoards of classes that show up to stir up the water and scare the fish away. There are large boulders in depths of the water that fish swim around. I saw many gatherings of fish nibbling in groups around the rocks. Some of the rocks go down into crevasses 30 feet deep and some you can touch as you swim by them. We swam around the whole lagoon this morning. I have fond memories of the time we brought John and Rachel here. It is such a peaceful setting.

We walked back to the resort stopping in the village just long enough at my favorite shop. This shop has interesting metal sculptures and some jewelry and odd little unusual Mexican trinkets. I just couldn’t imagine how I would bring home a knee high metal chicken, but it was really cute and would have enjoyed walking around in my back yard. I bought a butterfly to hang on our outside shed instead.

We stopped at one of our favorite spots for a beer at the Moon Rise bar. You can watch the snorkelers bob in the ocean and see the gentle waves cure across the sands.

Akumal Beach Resort March 31, 2012

Today is our 39th Anniversary. The wedded bliss and ups and downs of life have brought us to this day. My birthday is on March 26th and wedding anniversary is March 31st. We have planned some type of vacation celebration every year after the first ten years or so.

When I turned 40 and celebrated our 13th anniversary in 1986 we took a trip with our kids to Aspen, except we really could afford Aspen so we stayed a few miles away in this seedy hotel in Basalt, Colorado. I was a disappointing experience as 4 of us cooped up in marginal accommodations with a teenage girl with raging hormones made for a chaotic time. I remember one of the restaurants was called the frying pan and food tasted like the grease in the frying pan. I didn’t remember the skiing in Aspen. Aspen was a glorious place to talk about, but skiing was too expensive along with eating lunch or enjoying anything else there are just out of reach for middle America.
We got better at planning birthday / anniversary vacations. Jamie gave up skiing saying she would rather have clothes instead of a ski ticket. John got really good at skiing and we went almost every Saturday to Winter Park, Copper Mountain or an occasional long weekend to Steamboat. We were more into the fun of the exercise in a beautiful setting than the over-the-top experience and costs of Vail or Aspen.

For my 50th birthday and 23nd anniversary we took one of the most interesting vacations with Friendship Force to Australia staying with Glenn and Glenda Schobridge from Murwilamba and also with Trish and John Daniele-Web in Gosford just outside of Sydney. Glenda took us across the meadow splashing through a flowing river at the edge of the rainforest to visit the oldies, her husband’s parents. She loving called them the oldies. They lived in a few room house that was aged old – a few rooms with open beamed rafters adding to the charm. We sat at their kitchen table chatting with the mom. She served us tea and pound cake. I’m sure that Glenda had made sure she would have cake available to give to us that day. The dad came in from the field with a bunch of bananas he had collected from the forest. Now we are oldies now ourselves and hope that we could keep up like that couple did.

By the time I turned 60 in 2004 we had found this charming resort of Akumal toward the southern part of the Riviera Maya in Mexico. It is easy to be here. They provide everything. Food, drinks and entertainment in a beautiful setting with ocean views and friendly, well-mannered vacationers. John brought his girl friend Rachel and Jamie was also came with us. It was a good experience. One of the most beautiful places was the cenote close to Chichen-Itza. The large fresh water spring in the cave still has the lingering of fond memories.

John married Rachel in 2006 and they had a sweet curly headed of girl in 2008. As she is only age 3 now she is a little young for a Mexico experience. Maybe they can join us when she is older.
We have been to Tulum, Mexico last year. It has some Mayan ruins and some good old dose of Mexican cultural. We will take a ride on the collective (mini-van bus) today for a few hours.
We walk out from the resort up the street to highway. Stan raises his hand as we clear the resort gate to point to the collective (local mini-van bus) passing by on the busy highway. To our surprise the van pulls over to pick us up. We cross two busy lanes of speeding traffic in record time. We are delighted to have a ride so quickly with no waiting in the hot sun. It cost $3/person to ride down to Tulum.

We notice we are riding with a pet in a crate tucked on the floor toward the front. The monkey peaks out of the crate to let us know his is unusual. His owned is getting out at Tulum also.

We see monkey man holding his pet monkey in the archway of the shop area. He was making some money for pictures with his friend. The biggest attraction was the guys dressed in native costumes. They were elaborate with body paint and high head dresses extending four or more feet in toward the sky of pheasant feathers. One guy had arms full of long feathers of a different type. He would open his arms and looked like an eagle. One guy had a cheetah head and skin on his body. Another had alligator skin draped down his back. I just couldn’t justify the $5 for a photo with this bunch of guys, but do respect their ingenuity.

I found my favorite jewelry vendor and Stan bought me a pretty necklace with silver curls and a nice turquoise stone. I didn’t really try to bargain. The vendor kept lowing the price. I ended up picking out two pieces. The other was a sunburst with corral colored stone. When I was counting out the money, the guy said, “won’t you give me a tip for giving you such a great price?” I said the tip was that we came all this way to buy from him as we remembered he had nice jewelry from our trip down to Mexico last year.

We watched busloads of tourist walking in through the square of shops to catch a tram for the ride to the Tulum ruins just a short distance up the street. The costumed guys did a tidy little business from the unsuspecting tourist.

We walked out to the highway and were lucky again as a collective just drove up. It seemed a short distance to travel the more we take these buses.

We went out in the ocean to snorkel. The wind was up as was the tide. The waves kicked up quite a bit of action to swim through. A lot different from the lagoon swimming the day before at Yal Ku. We saw a few fish, but no turtles yet. It was just too difficult to keep swimming against the current so we let the waves bring us back to shore. You just can’t get over confident in the ocean.

There is always something going on around the pool. Today was a water volleyball game. The kids and men had great fun and laughter playing together.

Akumal Beach Resort 4-1-2012

Happy April Fools Day. I don’t have any jokes of shenanigans planned for this day like is did with my girlfriend Lois in 5th grade. We went to Pleasant Valley which was a small country school with only a handful of kids in each grade. In fifth grade we were in the big classroom and had Mrs. Guthrie for our very stern teacher. In the afternoon another classmate, Marianna Libsack who was a grade or so a head of us cleaned the school with her mother Nora Libsack. Lois lived in the farm right adjacent to the school. I must have been visiting with Lois when we came up with this April fools idea to pull some pranks. Marianna let us meander through the classroom doing some little pranks that we thought were enormously funny, but in retrospect were mostly silly. We tapped some of the piano keys down so it looked like the piano was being played. We wrote some things on the chalk board and slicked the metal slide in the playground by sliding up and down on sheets of waxed paper. The first kids down on April Fools went sailing through the air by the time they shot out of the bottom of the slide.

It is windy this morning. This must be our April Fools prank. The wind will make snorkeling all the more challenging to see the turtles at the end of the bay.

This year we are staying in the building right in front of the big swimming pool. In other years we were in buildings on the other side of the main dining rooms. At first we thought we didn’t want to stay by the pool, but now that the week has progressed, we found it is a pretty handing place and requires less walking. All rooms have ocean views. The distance to the turtles and little village of Akumal seem less exhausting. Maybe I have more energy now that I’m retired from Qwest/CenturyLink as of January this year.

One drawback is the sound from the bar carries. There are a couple activities or bands that play until about 11 that can be heard as if you had front row seats. It is OK if the band has a good sound and is playing some interesting music like the one on Tuesday with the Caribbean beats and driving melodies but the one last night was more hard rock and sent us up to our room to hear the music bleed sound across the pool court yard to our balcony three stories up.

The maid leaves us little surprises every day. She wrapped the towels in interesting shapes like swirls with accordion folds like a spiky hair, then adds some little stickers to make a face. One time the towel was wrapped to look like it had on a hat and was sitting cross legged. This probably helps with the environmental friendly issue for guest to reuse the same towel and also set us up for a tip at the end of our stay.

There are subtle and not so subtle things that go on around the resort. Salsa dancing is taught at noon and five. A photographer has a little shop right off the bar. He puts on a yellow t-shirt with the tag photo on the back and quietly walks along the beach or by the pool area. People who want photos stop for a few minutes to have their picture taken. We see them at the end of the day at the window of his office picking up a copy of a CD with these photos for $12.50. He uses Apple computers and slips the disc into the stand along screen when making the copy.

Sometimes he has a local help him with some props. Yesterday were two beautiful parrots. The photographer has a person hold one in each hand or lie down on the beach with one parrot on their back. With knees bent the other was perched on their feet. A few days earlier he brought in a three foot iguana. That was a sight. One lady from Houston wanted to do it and reluctantly held the iguana close to her face for a side view. The face of the animal was as big as the ladies face. This animal was colorful with bright greens and subtle oranges. The face looked prehistoric. For another shot the animal was also placed on the back of some sunbathers for another interesting photo.

One interesting photo he had in his studio office was of a pretty girl with long hair at the ocean’s edge. She had just dipped her hair in the surface and was emerging from the water. The hair and trail of water made a big arch. It was an unusual photo.

Akumal Beach Resort 4-2-2012

Last day of vacation at Akumal. By now we know where the shade is and made sure we had sun beds by the pool under shady palm trees then went in for breakfast. Oatmeal is still my favorite along with orange juice and freshly made bread of rolls. Stan enjoys the omelet made by his friend Luz.

We bought a couple of scuba shirts at Costco before we came. They are great to keep off the sun as they protect you to 50 spf. This saves on the slimy feeling of applying sunscreen during the day.

We cozied up to the soft wicker sofa in the covered court yard to read our book. One of the guest dropped a book in my lap one day saying it was a good read for the beach. Name is “good in bed” by Jennifer Weiner. Well, it was easier to pick up then my Kindle which has over 600 books. I just wanted to keep it in the room. Outside the glare on the screen mostly reflects back my wrinkled face instead of the words of the story. In the Kindle am reading “Atlas Shrugged” by Ann Rand. It is pretty interesting and easy to follow if I read with mostly silence around me with no interruptions. I had this book in soft copy, but the over 2,000 pages are kind of hard to hold. The Kindle takes the problem away.

So time passes as I read about the whoas of this overweight writer. As it is Monday the routine of exercise sets back in. A few laps in the pool and I’m all set until the exercise class starts again. The enthusiasm of the entertainment staff encourage both Stan and I to jump back in and move around at their direction. It actually was fun as there Alex our instructor added some different activities.
The wind was blowing pretty hard today so we didn’t venture out to snorkel. Just didn’t have the energy to do that.

Lunch was a plate of French fries hot from the fryer along with a cup of strawberry ice cream. We walked down to Moon Rise bar to watch the snorkels. This location has many bus loads of snorkelers brought in from other resorts. Walking back to the pool we stopped at the snack bar for a plate of chips, guacamole and some cantaloupe. Who is going to make that for me tomorrow as an afternoon treat?
We’ll miss the beautiful setting with all our daily activities cared for. The dining room is buffet style, however the waiter brings you your first drink and picks up plates as you finish different parts of your meal. A crisply ironed white table cloth and nice silverware add the pleasure in this comfortable casual setting.

This resort works for all types from the heavy set man with knee high stretch socks who manages to walk up three flights of stairs to the stick thin blond teenager already with a big tramp stamp inked into the small of her back. She worn unusual black elbow covers that extended about 3 inches above here arm to 3 inches below. Naturally they were accented with rhinestones around each of the edges and a thick silver arm cuff at the top of the elbow covers. There was a young kid in a wheelchair with so many problems you could but enjoy the spark in his cadence as the chair sped around the pathways at the resort. All have smiles when you see them enjoying vacation.

We’ll be back. Next time I’m bringing a painted sign to post at the Moon Rise bar at the end of the resort. I liked our room location by the pool. It saved a lot of steps walking from the other building at the other end of the resort. Even though our room was on the 3rd floor and there are no elevators, I did find that steps were not an impossible task. The weather and scenery are just postcard breathtaking.

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Retirement 1-20-2012

I worked for U S West, Qwest – 2000, CenturyLink – 2012 since 9-15-1997. This is all the same company that was merged two times in the almost 15 years I worked there. Mergers are stressful. You don’t know what will happen. If you will still be working there or if you job will change significantly. First time in 2000 when a little start up named Qwest bought the big behemoth – U S West things were different. My job stayed the same. Same seat to sit in everyday and same people to talk with in other departments. Most of the leaders were stripped clean and left the company through the lay off process. I lost my favorite boss ever at that time.

Next time most recently, CenturyLink bought Qwest. Another phone company expanding it’s regions. Qwest went from 14 states to 37 is one fell swoop. The headquarters changed from Denver to Monroe Louisiana at the same time. All management at the top changed to the buyer – CenturyLink while about 60% of the Qwest folks were asked to leave or given the option to volunteer to leave. New culture, new management, new business practices. I made the right decision early in the process to volunteer for the lay – off. I had to work an additional 9 months from April to January to finish up some projects. It was exhausting, stressful and for sure not satisfying, but I made it out of there.

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A million needs – No requests

My cousin Don is dying of cancer. Stage 4 liver cancer. A big ole tumor is tied around a pathway that allows bile to leave the liver through the bladder. This complex connection involves liver, bladder and pancreas and is therefore inoperable. They tried to insert a stint down through his throat to expand the pathway, but it was so restricted by the tumor that another method to release the bile was used. They went in through his side using local anesthetic to insert a tube. The bile drips into a bag he has safety pinned to his T-shirt.

He is 65 this year, same age as me at about six months younger. He’s okay with dying and expects heaven to be another place he just walks into. Great attitude, when facing terminal words when talking with the doctors. Terminal seems so final, inpersonal, cut and dried. A person’s life should represent more than that simple word.

In a recent visit we looked at Don’s meager possessions and couldn’t help but notice the million things that need help. Dusting and cleaning to mention a few. A leather chair and ottoman with torn seats piled in a spare room along with other items once useful, now in some sort of broken disuse. Clothes folded neatly on a shelf. A glance into the closet that didn’t have any hangers.

Don lost a lot of weight. It seems when the bile can’t escape the body, the appetite disappears and really you lose track of when you were eating. I imagine his clothes really don’t fit him anymore. I brought him a bathrobe, sweats and T-shirt not really knowing what he would need. He was so genuinely appreciative. I hadn’t seen Don in several years and had little understanding what we would encounter when visiting a dying person.

I wondered where he was getting food. He said under normal circumstances he went down to the Salvation Army about a block away for a hot meal once a day. Some folks in his apartment gave him a ride to the local food bank. The near-by Safeway has closed, but there is a small shop he can buy a few things. I’m not sure when or where he gets his food as he is too weak to walk anywhere.

I’m guessing his towels and linens need washing. However, with limited disability funds from the government I doubt that it was an easy choice to buy a pack of cigarettes for $5 bucks instead of laundry soap and quarters to run the washer down the hall. I can’t remember that I ever gave a box of dish or laundry soap to any of the many local food drives.

It seemed that Don had quit smoking or maybe was too weak to walk out and get a pack of cigarettes. His apartment smelled fresh the day we visited even before he sprayed some air freshener. The remains of years of excessive smoking linger on the walls, chairs, slats of the shutters and on the peripheral piano keys that aren’t worn clean from use as much as the middle ones.

Don said he would like to play for us, but the lady on the floor below is ill and he didn’t want to disturb her. The music he was composing rests on the piano stand crisp and neat. The pride he takes to meticulously hand write in the notes on the staff paper is amazing. This one area of neatness is so apparent compared to so many other areas of neglect. I hope someday to hear this music played.

I asked if he needed anything. He shrugged in an independent way that a person would who has managed for himself for so many years. Finally, he asked if Stan could take a look at his vacuum. Stan fiddled with it a bit, plugged it in, turned it on with a great flurry of dust then back off. Don found him a phillips head screwdriver. He went to work doing what comes so natural to him, assessing the problem and digging in to fix it up. When he opened the vacuum the broken fan belt just lay inside the machine. Luckily there was another in a little compartment on the cover to the bottom of the vacuum. Stan pulled out wads of dust from the hose. Plugged it back in. The cloud of dust increased as the now the rotary beating pounded around. He opened it up at the top and picked out more wads of dust. This was pretty good considering he had no tools and doesn’t particularly like to get his hands dirty. A couple more times of start and stop and the tubes were clean on this Oreck. A new bag, which Don found, made the vacuum good as new.

I made a quick run at the carpet going around the pull out sofa bed in the living room. I noticed a spare console TV, probably long since useful. The smaller TV on the end table was working. I couldn’t help my emotions as I vacuumed, not at Don, but at systems created by our government that allow rent to be paid like a clock each month to apartment owners in the name of welfare for the needy, but no real care to determine if carpets need replaced, cleaned or extra guidance required. Don said they did allow cleaning every so often.

I just had to stop, put the vacuum away and call it a day. There are so many things wrong with our system of welfare to care for the disabled and still allow years of marginal care to result in such degradation of humanity.

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Anya’s visit 10/6/2011 through 10/11/2011

Anya came to visit with her parents October 6th. It was John and Rachel’s fifth anniversary. A lot has happened in the last five years.

Qwest moved my office from an industrial type building at about Broadway and Mineral in the south part of Denver. The ceilings were high with exposed girders sprayed with cement to cover the steel. The desks were grey as was the carpet. Cubes were but an L-shaped corner to set a computer and a couple pieces of paper. There were no windows except one very small one in my friend Marilyn’s cube next to mine. I could peak around the corner to see if the sun was shining or the snow was falling fearcly.

The compute down to Mineral was trying. I had bought myself a shiny red Jeep with seat warmers and 4 wheel drive, but the ride was still an hour of tedium through six lanes of packed traffic. On snowy days the ride expanded into two hours with white knuckles gripping the steeing wheel. By the time I came home I could barely park the car in the garage from exhaustion and stress.

Bosses make a difference too. John Baker was one of the worst bosses I have had. He enjoyed pitting us against one another always bringing out the worse of all personallity quirks on our team. There was no love lost on my part when he found another job. Our team was assigned one of the best bosses then and life at work became barable.

I was happy when the work team moved to downtown Denver. My boss assigned me a very nice office with big windows. I could look down 18th street at the the Episcopal church a few blocks away. It was always a peaceful way to transform a stressful day into a workable retreat.

I road the bus which stopped about a half a block from my house on the corner. This saved on parking downtown and gave me an opportunity to take up reading novels. I’m not a fast reader, but I have certainly finished a lot of books in the past five years.

For several years I had a wiondow sill full of paper back books. I set up a book exchange for the many of use who travel to work by bus or light rail. It makes the ride go faster. This past year, with the merger with CenturyLink and unknown status of the building, I donated all the books to the local library for their annual book sale. It was fun to share books for all those years. Many of my co-workers sure had a lot of interesting books. The hardest, longest book was Cenntenial by Mitcher. The most interesting were the two Pillars of the Earth books by Ken Follet. Page turners were the series starting with the Girl with the Dragon Tatoo. Very sad to know that the author only had time to finish up three books before he died of a heart attack climbing up many flights of stairs on the fateful day the elevator was broken.

I still read every day. Today I’m reading Racing in the Rain. Makes me pay more attention to my dog Jack. I just finished Sarah’s Key, which reminded me so much of our visit to Auschwitz in Poland and the things we saw walking through the buidlings.

My time at Qwest, now CenturyLink is coming to an end after 14 years as I volunteered for the lay off with the merger downsizing. Last day is scheduled for January 20, 2012. Time to retire and do something more interesting.

Last week we received notice that our team is moving back to the Mineral building. This will be a disappointing way to end my career here. Whatever. I’m sure I’ll figure it out.

When our office moved downtown five years ago I took the opportunity to give my three year old jeep to John and his new wife, Rachel as a wedding gift. I never replaced the car and enjoyed not having any associated car bills for licenses, gas or repairs for the past five years. I’m sure not going to buy a car for just a few months to drive to Mineral when our team moves. I guess I’ll hitch a ride or take the 2 hours three bus ride down there.

We were so pleased John and Rachel found each other and enjoyed sharing their lives together even though they were firmly settled in Boston. Anya, their little girl was born in 2008.

Anya has been the joy of our lives since the day she was born. Now at 2 years, almost 3 on the first of November, she is a cutie to play with. She has grown up so much just in the past few months since we saw her on the 4th of July in Boston. She is busy telling you things about her toys, singing and playing songs with you and painting some pictures for our refridgerator.

One the best joys was Anya dancing with Stan and I at the polka club. She put on a pretty new dress with a bright pink skirt adorned with sequens and big pink heart on the front of the dress. She held our hands and skipped to the music as we danced around the floor to Hey Calvalier played by one of our favorite bands, Alan Polovka. She was big hit with that curly sandy blond hair and her bright blue eyes. Many of our polka friends came over just to have a chat and to find out about this cute little girl.

A grandmother’s delight for sure.

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Pulaski Polka Days 2011 – July 23 – 24, 2011

Why would anyone endure the muggy, humid filled days with limited creature comforts to include the same food day after day and outside porta-potties?

Its all about live music. The Pulaski Polka days brought 23 of the best Polish polka bands to the festival and people of all ages came in droves to listen, dance and enjoy the driving beat of the polka’s that cheer your soul. Smiles and laughter are contagious. Creature comforts and mundane life of texting, twittering and facebooking are put away for a day of real good ol’e American fun.

Youngsters kick up their heels high as they bounce from side to side with energy long since forgotten by most of us in our sixties. Grandmothers dance with their grandchildren keeping the time with the music, imprinting that polka beat firmly into the joy it will bring to the children long after the grandmothers pass on. Mothers holding small babies dance around the edge of the dance floor gently bouncing to the polka beat.

Schools in the area have dancing classes to teach the kids the step. It is no surprise the dance floor fills up with energetic youngsters. There is no pretense of what we are here for. No special evening gowns, dance shoes or heaven forbid nylons in this 85 degree humid weather. Put on your shorts a light weight t-shirt and flip-flops or tennis shoes and you are set to go. The goal here is to dance and have fun.

Stan and I are slowing down. My knees generally hurt and are too stiff to really get moving quickly. We go once around the floor and try to avoid the lickey-split dancers circling the floor. I enjoy watching the dancers and listening to the music. Stan still wishes he were 15 and could keep up with the youngsters.

With so many bands you can start to discover the differences. These bands have lots of instruments playing different parts to up the ante on sound. Polish polkas sometimes have double trumpets playing fast paced harmony to drive the melody. The concertina and or accordion quietly grind away creating the backdrop of sound. The bass pucks away at the beat changing chords with the progression of the music. The drummer sets the beat and keeps the group on target. There are clarinets that play right into very effective sound systems so you can hear the articulation of the musician. Tenor saxophones and sometimes an also saxophone bring in the mellow strength to enrich the sound. These 7 piece bands really have a great big interesting sound.

The bands in Colorado are generally three to four piece bands. Even with the switching off of different instruments the sound can’t be replicated with the seven piece band. The local Colorado bands throw in a dulcimer that sometimes overpowers the sound with the ting ting ting of the mallets striking the strings or the boom boom of a trombone or tube. It is a whole different sound compared to the Polish polka bands.

Everyone has their preferences. Mine are clearly apparent.

That is why we jumped on a plane for a long weekend to hear great bands under tents in sweltering heat in Wisconsin. The live music and energy of the crowd make all the difference. Good clean fun, American style.

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Pulaski Polka Days 7-21-2011 and 7-22-2011

The Pulaski Polka Days in Pulaski Wisconsin in one of the biggest polka festivals in the country. There are 23 Polish polka bands that come to entertain us. The entry fees at $1 (yes that is one green back) the first day, $10 on Friday and same on Saturday and free on Sunday. Can you believe free.

This is more music then your ear can endure. Occasionally I use a wadded up napkins for earplugs to mute the sound a bit. Not to block it out, just to save my eardrums from exploding.

We learned about this festival three years ago while attending a horrible polka fest in Sioux Falls South Dakota. Sioux Falls was a nice city and luckily the Indians (real Indians) were having a festival at the same fairgrounds as the polka festival. We enjoyed their drumming and great elaborate costumes as they paraded around to celebrate all veterans. At the polka festival the music was a disaster. Individually the bands were all talented and interesting and varied styles of polka. Some were Polish style with the double trumpets playing harmony in lock step drowning out most of the other instruments. German bands carried the big tubes going um-pa pa to the beat of the music. Some were good of tunes played with clarinets and saxophones accompanied by an accordion. The situation that made this a disaster was the the building logistics. The promoter thought he could set up the two stages about 2o foot apart with a curtain to separate the two. Music played that loudly bleeds through a floor to ceiling curtain. One thing lead to another and the bands cranked up their sound systems louder in louder to over power the conflicting sound making for disaster. All the promoter had to do was to quickly adjust the schedule so only one band played at a time and all would be happy.

If we hadn’t endured that festival, I would have never picked up a flyer to learn about Pulaski Polka Days and one of the most enjoyable experiences we have had. We have traveled to Pulaski for three years and enjoyed it more each year. Who could imaging hearing the Polka Family band for free on a warm Sunday in Wisconsin?

I love to take a lot of photos and videos. My video cameras have improved along with taking the videos. I try to be close to the band to really watch them play. I enjoy listening to the sound of the bands after the festival and upload most to YouTube. I add the name of the song if I know it or just upload it for the enjoyment. YouTube has all my videos under my name – JoyceKropewnicki or under the name of the band or festival.

After the first year in 2009, we learned the best thing to do is to buy a couple of folding chairs from the near-by Walmart in Green Bay. We set up the chairs at the edge of the dance floor. We enjoy watching the people and have easy access to get up and dance around the floor.

One of the highlights of the trip was a visit to the near-by Mayflower Greenhouse close to the Green Bay airport in Hobart, Wisconsin. We happened across it the first year and what a delightful experience. Jan Wos (pronounced Voss), the owner of the greenhouse, showed us around in 2009. He takes all types of flowers and plants and arranges them in all sorts of containers. Some succulents were planted in picture frames and around wagon wheels, petunias in wooden carts. Old saxophones where turned into water fountains along with piano benches holding a bouquet of greenery and flowers. His imagination and creativity held no bounds.

2010 Mayflower Greenhouse – Hobart, Wisconsin

It was just a delightful experience to visit this place. This year we did the same. We entered on the side door. Walking through the place held the same enchantment. I peeked in his office window and noticed a 2010 award for excellence on the window sill. No surprise. This guy was way talented and gave so much to the community.

We gently touched the plants along the rows of the greenhouse. They were lush and firm from the humidity and care they were given. As we came to the front of the store we noticed a table with a visitor’s book. Looking closer we noticed it was a memorial book for Jan Wos. To our sadness we had learned he had passed away just two months earlier at the age of 62 of a heart attack. What a loss to the community. The joy he brought will be missed.

Ideas Jon created were still fresh at the greenhouse. The parking lot was lined with great baskets of petunias. He had upturned dead trees, trimmed the root base to a four foot diameter, cut back the tree length to about 10 to 15 foot then set the top into the ground in a one foot pipe. He placed large cascading petunias in the root base on the top. His imagination was boundless.

2011 Mayflower Greenhouse Hobart Wisconsin

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