06.07.17 Covey Rise Lodge, Husser, LA

Wednesday, June 8, 2017 – Each time we venture out into the areas in and around Amite, our new hometown, we discover more things to love!  Today I went to the dentist that I found here last year.  For half the price of our Hammond dentist I had several things done.  She’s very gentle and great to talk to!  After the dentist I did a bit of shopping and driving around some of the side streets.  I was delighted to find beautiful old mansions and new mansions and lovely properties for quite a stretch of road just off the main street.  While it’s inconvenient that Amite is not built up to include places we like to frequent like movie theaters and shopping malls, it’s actually quite nice that it is still a quaint small town!

A few weeks ago Roy and I had been cooped up in the house with me recovering from the hospital, and we needed to escape somewhere.  We went for a nice drive around the area and came across a place we’d heard about, Covey Rise Lodge.  What a find!!  Some of what I’m sharing below is copied from internet information.

Covey Rise, a 400-acre piece of property about 30 miles northwest of Lake Pontchartrain’s north shore in Husser, Louisiana. If you know where White’s Seafood is located, it’s not far from them! The land is home to a working farm, pen-raised bird-shooting preserve, corporate retreat facility and a cypress lodge set among tall pines in a part of the state where the red-dirt terrain begins to swell into low, rounded hills.

Summer camps for youth are all full but wow, they sound cool!  Quail, duck, deer hunts!  Shooting instruction and skeet shooting!

Covey Rise provides a tranquil distraction-free setting that allows for focus on meetings or events in the Conference Center. With a swimming pool and tennis courts nearby I’d say that’s a great place for any event or meeting!

The lodges we saw were all situated on the lake which you can fish from and were beautiful.  One I walked around had an outdoor fireplace, not just a firepit, but a huge fireplace.  In front of the fireplace were several wooden rockers all with an amazing view of the lake.  Talk about paradise!!   For their overnight guests, they offer an assortment of non-hunting related activities such as fishing, hiking, cooking lessons, and a tour of Covey Rise Farm.

Covey Rise farm sells its produce – and the ducks, eggs and hogs raised at its sister company, Chappapeela Farms – to more than 50 New Orleans area restaurants, driving its refrigerated truck down from Tangipahoa Parish and up to commercial kitchen doors throughout the city several times a week. It is a fairly compact operation of 35 acres of vegetable production.

Covey Rise is adjacent to Chappapeela Retreat, a private community consisting of 18 luxury cabins on a 15-acre lake. Covey Rise has an exclusive rental agreement with 5 of the cabin owners.

Here’s their contact information and a small google map: 24009 Singing Waterfall Road, Husser, LA 70442 | Tel: (985) 747 – 0310

Well that’s today’s little peek into the amazing area around our home in Amite, Louisiana.  We drove all around the place and talked to the grounds man who shared lots with us lots of the information I just shared with ya’ll!

Come up here, check it out.  It is a beautiful drive and seeing this property is quite calming and refreshing!

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06.06.17 Southern Women

Southern women are unique and deserve for others around the country to learn about us.  I am proudly a Southern woman, raised by a strong Southern woman.  Even my faith is Christian Southern Baptist!!  It is a way we were raised, morals we were taught, manners we had instilled every day and examples we learned from all around us.  I smile often when we are home in Louisiana at all the Southern things I see and hear that we do not see at all in other parts of the United States.  We are blessed in the South for our heritage and all it brings with it! Southern men are unique as well but today’s article by Allison Glock is all Southern Woman!

Southern women are different. That is a fact. It is not posturing, or hyperbole, or marketing. (See: all those song lyrics about California girls and their undeniable cuteness.) Southern women, unlike women from Boston or Des Moines or Albuquerque, are leashed to history. For better or worse, we are forever entangled in and infused by a miasma of mercy and cruelty, order and chaos, cornpone and cornball, a potent mix that leaves us wise, morbid, good-humored, God-fearing, outspoken and immutable. Like the Irish, with better teeth.

To be born a Southern woman is to be made aware of your distinctiveness. And with it, the rules. The expectations. These vary some, but all follow the same basic template, which is, fundamentally, no matter what the circumstance, Southern women make the effort. Which is why even the girls in the trailer parks paint their nails. And why overstressed working moms still bake three dozen homemade cookies for the school fund-raiser. And why you will never see Reese Witherspoon wearing sweatpants. Or Oprah take a nap.

For my mother, being Southern means handwritten thank-you notes, using a rhino horn’s worth of salt in every recipe, and spending a minimum of twenty minutes a day in front of her makeup mirror so she can examine her beauty in “office,” “outdoor,” and “evening” illumination. It also means never leaving the house with wet hair. Not even in the case of fire. Because wet hair is low-rent. It shows you don’t care, and not caring is not something Southern women do, at least when it comes to our hair.

Southern women can say more with a cut of their eyes than a whole debate club’s worth of speeches.

This is less about vanity than self-respect, a crucial distinction often lost on non-Southerners. When a Southern woman fusses over her appearance, it does not reflect insecurity, narcissism, or some arrested form of antifeminism that holds back the sisterhood. Southern women are postfeminism. The whole issue is a nonstarter, seeing as Southern women are smart enough to recognize what works—Spanx, Aqua Net—and wise to the allocation of effort. Why pretend the world is something it isn’t? Better to focus on what you can control (drying your hair) and make the best of what you have. Side note: Southern women do not capitalize on their looks to snag men, though that often results. The reason we Southern women take care of ourselves is because, simply, Southern women are caretakers.

An example: I have lived in the North off and on for fifteen years. In all that time, only once did another woman prepare me a home-cooked meal (and she was from Florida). I recently visited Tennessee for one week and was fed by no fewer than three women, one of whom baked homemade cupcakes in two different flavors because she remembered I loved them.

Southern women are willing to give, be it time, hugs, or advice about that layabout down the road. Southern women listen and we talk and we laugh without apology. We are seldom shocked. Not really. Sex in the City may have been revolutionary for the rest of America, but not for Southern women. Of course we bond and adore each other, and talk about all topics savory and otherwise. That’s what being a woman means.

In Terms of Endearment, a dying Debra Winger visits a friend in New York and is immediately bewildered by the alternately indifferent and aggressive way the women relate to each other.

“Why do they act like that?” Winger asks a friend, genuinely confused. Why indeed.

Southern women see no point in the hard way. Life is hard enough. So we add a little sugar to the sour. Which is not to suggest Southern women are disingenuous cream puffs. Quite the opposite. When you are born into a history as loaded as the South’s, when you carry in your bones the incontrovertible knowledge of man’s violence and limitations, daring to stay sweet is about the most radical thing you can do.

Southern women are also a proud lot. In any setting, at home or abroad, Southern women declare themselves. Leading with geography is not something that other ladies do. You do not hear “That’s just how we roll in Napa.”  Or “Well, you know what they say about us Wyoming girls…” You may hear “I’m from Jersey,” but that’s more of a threat than a howdy.

There are other defining attributes, some more quantifiable than others. Southern women know how to bake a funeral casserole and why you should. Southern women know how to make other women feel pretty. Southern women like men and allow them to stay men. Southern women are not afraid to dance. Southern women know you can’t outrun your past, that manners count, and that your mother deserves a phone call every Sunday. Southern women can say more with a cut of their eyes than a whole debate club’s worth of speeches.

Which brings us to what can only be called: the Baby Thing.

Southern women love babies. We love them so much we grab their chubby thighs and pretend to eat them alive. This is not the case in the North or the West or the middle bit.

I grew up, like all Southern girls, babysitting as soon as I was old enough to tie my own shoes. I was raised to understand that taking care of children was as natural and inevitable as sneezing, that when we were infants, somebody looked after us, and thus we should clutch hands and complete the circle without any fuss. I was also taught that your children are not supposed to be your best friends. Southern women do not spend a lick of time worrying about whether or not their kids are mad at them. They are too busy telling them “No” and “Because I said so,” which might explain why there are rarely any Southern kids acting a fool and running wild around the Cracker Barrel.

I have two daughters, Dixie and Matilda, and when we go down South, they are surrounded with love from the moment we cross the Mason-Dixon. Elderly men tip their hats. Cashiers tell them they are beautiful. To be a girl these days is more fraught than ever. But growing up among Southern women sure makes it easier.

Which is why we are moving back home. I want my children to know they belong to something bigger than themselves. That they are unique, but they are not alone. That there is continuity where they come from. Comfort too. That there are rules worth following and expectations worth trying to meet, even if you fail. If nothing else, I want them to know how to make biscuits. And to not feel bad about eating a whole heaping plate of them.

Because before I know it, my girls will be grown. And they will be Southern women too. And that, I believe, will have made all the difference.

Southern Women, By Allison Glock – http://gardenandgun.com/feature/southern-women/

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06.05.17 “Thank You,” “No problem”: Yes, it’s a BIG problem

Monday, June 4, 2017 – First, I truly cannot believe it is already June!

I didn’t write this post, but stumbled upon it while working on a very similar blog post of my own, so I stopped and am sharing his. In recent years the response to “Thank You” has become “No Problem” by a lot of folks. Mature adults still say “You’re Welcome” or “My Pleasure”. I often want to say what the writer of this article wanted to say to folks when getting the “No Problem” response. While I believe that “No Problem” is ever an appropriate response, the writer does give some examples of when he thinks it is okay. To my children and grandchildren, listen to me, not him. To the rest of you, please at least think about the whole concept.

 

“No problem”: Yes, it’s a BIG problem, by Bill Flanagan, CBS News contributor

When did everyone born after 1980 decide that “No problem” was interchangeable with “You’re welcome”? Who spread that virus? The Taliban?

Listen, today’s young people: If you want to infuriate someone born before 1980, just keep telling him “No problem” when they ask you to do something that is most certainly NOT a problem.

A very nice young man who worked for me used to have a little trouble getting in on time. Like, every day. Once a week I would say, “Look, you really have to be at your desk at 10 o’clock.”

Did he say, “Sorry, I’ll try to do better?” No. He would just smile and say, “No problem.”

That nice young man does not work for me anymore.

Saturday night, I took my wife to a good restaurant. The waitress asked if we wanted sparkling water, still water, or tap water. I said, “Tap water, please.” She said, “No problem.”

I felt like saying, “Why do YOU think I think it would be a problem for you to get me a glass of water?” Luckily, my wife gave me a look that said, “Don’t start.”

And of course my wife was right. The waitress didn’t mean to be rude. So consider this a public service announcement.

To all the young people of the world: If you want to get good tips or just generally not infuriate older people, PLEASE, only say “No problem” when there is a reasonable expectation that the task you are performing might be PROBLEMATIC.

i.e.: “Thank you for stopping your car in the rain to help me change a flat tire.”

“No problem.” Appropriate.

“Thank you for lending me ten thousand dollars to stop the bank from foreclosing on my house.”

“No problem.” Gracious.

“Thank you for giving me your kidney.”

“No problem.” Classy.

That’s what “No problem” is for! It’s a graceful way of telling someone you’ve gone out of your way to help, not to feel indebted.

But if you work in a doughnut shop and a customer thanks you for selling him a coffee, don’t say, “No problem.” He’s paying for the coffee!

Just say, “You’re welcome.”

Try it. “Thank you.” “You’re welcome.” Is that so burdensome?

And look at the bright side — all of us old people will be dead soon, and then everybody born after 1980 can say “No problem” to each other for the rest of your lives.

Just hold off till then, okay? Okay.

You’re welcome.

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06.02.17 One last look – well not really!

Friday, June 2, 2017 – This was originally put together the day before I was taken to the hospital by ambulance on Thursday, May 4th for the bleeding ulcer. We thought we were leaving to see Route 66 on Monday, May 8th. But no, we’re still home enjoying all the beauty we are blessed to live in on Rohner Road in Amite. Here’s the blog as I wrote it that day with a few little updates.  I ask a couple of questions about blueberries and satsumas.  If you have knowledge about that please let me know!!

One last look around Chauvin’s RV Resort in Amite, Louisiana before getting back on the road.

This is truly the nicest and prettiest RV Resort we have ever, or will ever stay in! I walked around the property Saturday snapping some photos of our flowers, our relaxation area, fruit trees and pond. While I love sharing this with ya’ll, it’s actually for us to look back on while we’re gone so we don’t forget how wonderful “home” is!

Roy getting ready for one last ride at home on his shiny new mini motorbike!

Roy dug dirt out from under our storage building. it seems to need this about once a year since every rain pushes dirt down the hill under the storage building.

He took four wheelbarrow loads up the hill, near the house, and spread it out hoping to help grass grow in that space. It’s been wonderful being home a little longer into the spring this year and getting to see our flowers bloom and bushes grow. These photos are from the areas immediately around our motor home we are blessed to enjoy every day.

 

On our way down to and next to the pond are our blueberries, figs, satsumas and other beautiful space.  We have a total of 5 blueberries growing on our 8 bushes.  Pretty sure that’s not right.  Any tips on growing blueberry bushes that produce more, please pass them along.  We have not seen birds eating them so I don’t think that’s the problem.  They may not be getting as much sunshine because of the abundance of oak trees in that area.  Is that the problem????  UPDATE:  Good news is we’ll be here when those 5 ripen!!!

One of the newest amenities at Chauvin’s RV Resort – our lovely hammock! This may not look like much but it is a wonderfully peaceful addition! From here on I was walking away from where our RV, Dora, lives down towards the pond.  

This was transplanted from the side of the house and is coming out great!

The older fig tree and the one passenger hammock.

The younger fig tree.

The three satsuma trees.  There is only one satsuma on those three trees.  What do they need to produce more or is it just not time for them to start making fruit? Looking back up towards the house and our motor home from the side of the pond.

I’ll probably be out taking more pictures when we finally do get to get back on the road in late June!

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06.01.17 Much cuter elbow, MRI, and Bessie the Cow!

Tuesday, May 30th we went to Dr. Chiasson for the fourth visit to check on my previously ugly elbow which is now much cuter. Last Friday when I went for the third time, it was better but still swollen,hot and painful to touch or move. They drained it again last Friday after much discussion and a big decision by me to pull my big girl britches up and do it. What they drained was so ugly they sent it off for a culture again. I didn’t have to be taken out in a wheelchair this time so that’s improvement. They added a second antibiotic to the mix to hopefully kick this things butt!!!

Today’s appointment with Dr. Chiasson went well. Roy and I were twins wearing pink shirts and black pants. We’re cute like that!!

Doctor found no heat in the elbow, some swelling and I was having no pain!!! After talking about options, I chose to not have it drained again but let the two antibiotics do their thing. He ordered blood work to check on things from that standpoint. I was able to go directly there to Quest for the bloodletting and got that done.

After that we went by Chip’s work, Bill Hood Nissan, for one of his special hugs. Since I was feeling good we went to Cici’s Pizza and enjoyed ourselves! He told me he thinks I looked younger which was such an uplifting comment. That boy sure knows how to make his mama feel better!

This photo is from the second visit to Dr. Chiasson – the day I saw all three doctors. Roy caught me trying to get some rest between visits.

This was from last Friday. I chose not to show the very up close photo as I may lose followers.

This is today’s cuter elbow. Again I won’t show the very up close photo but you can see from this it’s looking better. It’s gone from swollen above my elbow down to my fingers so much that I had no wrinkles. Now I have wrinkles, yes I am happy about having elbow, and all is healing! This was the first Dr. Chiasson appointment about my elbow. I’ve surely come a long way!!!

Now to switch back to the bleeding ulcer, low iron issue. A couple of days ago I bent over outside to put a light weight flag in the ground. Upon standing upright I got very lightheaded and had to hang on to Roy for a while. It got better but that prompted me to call Dr. Valdes to get an appointment to see him and not wait 3 more weeks till my scheduled appointment. He had an opening Wednesday at 1 pm so we scooped it up and went. On Tuesday, we asked the elbow doctor, Dr. Chiasson, if the lightheadedness could in anyway be associated with the staph infection. He did not believe it was because of my lack of other symptoms that would point to that.

Dr. Valdes has again proven to be an outstanding doctor. We went to see him yesterday, Wednesday, and after a good long talk he ordered several tests. Because my lightheadedness has been something I’ve had for at least a year (but certainly not at the level I have it now) he did not think the low iron would cause that. The blood tests from Dr. Chiasson shows that’s very close to normal limits. He focused on looking into any changes in my brain and any heart issues.

He ordered an MRI of my brain which I had at 3pm yesterday. Roy was able to stand outside the door and take a photo of me before going into the machine. My head is enclosed in this picture. The technician told him he couldn’t come inside the room because the magnet is always on and it could suck his camera right into it! I have claustrophobic issues with MRIs but they most kindly gave me great sedation and I almost fell asleep in the MRI!

A heart holter monitor was ordered which I can pick up on Tuesday the 6th. I’ve never had any experience with one of those monitors so I am looking forward to learning about it. A carotid artery test and an echocardiogram will be scheduled by the hospital Waiting to hear from them.

My blood pressure was again great!!!!! They checked it in the office when I was laying down, while sitting and while standing up. All good! Roy ordered online a new blood pressure monitor that doesn’t require pumping up, just push a button. After a recent lightheaded episode he took my blood pressure and it was quite good! Yay for having good medical high spots! Can’t get much better than 120/76!!!!

The MRI of my brain was done mostly to look for for new circulation issues. They got the results and just called me saying there has been no change in that respect. I have known documented circulation problems in my brain but at least that hasn’t grown worse.

We are enjoying a nice day staying home today – all day! I dream of a world where we don’t see doctors all the time and I can just walk or run around anywhere I want without worry! I ventured out a tiny little bit today to pick blackberries. Didn’t go but maybe 50 feet from our motorhome but it was wonderful. I’ve been so cautious the last few weeks in taking every step slowly not walking around without Roy holding my arm and mostly just sitting on the sofa. This is not the way I want to live so I’ll still remain cautious but want to build up my ability to get around. We have two baseball games for our only grandson on Saturday the 10th and it is now my goal to be okay enough to go to see him play.

My first goal is to get to church again this Sunday. I don’t want to share quite yet but this coming Sunday is a monumental day in the life of Trinity Baptist Church. I always want to be in church but this is such a special Sunday I can’t wait!!!

Yesterday we noticed that one of our neighbor’s cows (across the road) had been sitting down in the same position since the day before. I named her Bessie and we started keeping an eye on her because we were concerned. Roy texted the owner of that property and he said he’d send someone to check on her.

When we came home from the doctor and hospital yesterday there was a big John Deere tractor like thing next to her. Roy talked to the man who said they think she’s just old and has arthritis and was resting. She stayed there over night but this morning we saw her up and around a little. Lots of their other cows came to visit her and she sat back down kind of enjoying their visit. She’s since then gotten up and quite slowly made her way off to where we can’t see her.

That concludes my health update and neighbor’s cow update!

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