I often get confused as to when it’s appropriate to use “capital” versus “capitol.” They are homophones, meaning they sound the same, but they are spelled differently and cannot be used interchangeably. I have learned that it is a capital offense to throw things off the top of a capitol building, and the first word of each sentence and days of the week should start with a capital letter (unless you are writing in French or Spanish, but that’s another whole conversation). I was going to repeat the when’s and why’s of the usage of these two important words, but I’ll just refer you to this linkinstead. Webster does a much better job of explaining the differences than I would anyway. Rest assured, I have spelled State Capitols correctly; I’m not 100% sure when to capitalize it.
Minnesota State Capitol
July 27, 2024. St. Paul, Minnesota. We were in the Minneapolis area with our Airstream for about a week or two, so we got to see several local sites including a National Park and the state capitol building. (Maybe I’ll start a blog of National Parks, and Presidential Libraries, as these are also on our bucket list of things to see, and of course we have a book of stamps for those as well.)
The docent for this tour was probably our most knowledgeable yet. He has been at the capitol building for about 40 years, retired from his full-time job and took on a docent role to conduct tours because he loves it so much. He was on the board for the most recent renovation project; he definitely knows the building inside and out. He was able to answer any question thrown at him, except for how many stairs there are from bottom to top, as that depends on which staircase you use.
This building has a lot of marble, which resulted in a longer build time and twice the cost.
He did know how many steps we had to take on the spiral staircase to get to the Quadrica (63). Incidentally, the Quadrica only sits about half-way up to the very top. We could only go this far up.
Nothing like standing behind a horse’s butt (LOL). In 1995 the Quadrica was restored to its original 1906 appearance.
This is one of the few state capitols that continues to actively house all three branches of government: Executive, Legislative, and Judicial. The governor’s office was closed so we didn’t get to see that part, but we did visit the House and Senate wings. The viewing galleries are impressive. Our docent told us some interesting stories about their legal proceedings, which branch is more proper, and how the phrase “passing the bar” originated. I told Tim it might be interesting to sit in a state hearing in Texas sometime.
I was surprised by all the quotes on the wall referring to the sin of people, given our current political culture. But who would question a Milton quote covered in gold leaf?In the House, above the gallery, is this painting of an owl sitting on an hourglass, reminding folks to make wise use of your time. They only have one opportunity to present their case.House of Representatives, as seen from the viewing gallery.This is one of three paintings in the Supreme Court depicting the development of law. The first was when the law was given to Moses by God. This is where he told us the story of passing the bar.Senate
I hope you enjoyed this little tour of the Minneapolis State Capitol. There’s much more to see, so plan a visit for yourself and start your own passport.
“I have discovered this principle of life—that when I want to do what is right, I inevitably do what is wrong. I love God’s law with all my heart. But there is another power within me that is at war with my mind. This power makes me a slave to the sin that is still within me. Oh, what a miserable person I am! Who will free me from this life that is dominated by sin and death?Thank God! The answer is in Jesus Christ our Lord.”
Romans 7:21-25a, The Apostle Paul
À la prochaine…hasta la próxima vez…until next time!
Sometime last year we decided to start visiting the State Capitols in the United States. Maybe it’s a bucket list, or a replacement for the ABCs of Touring we used to do on the motorcycles. Who knows? Either way, it will keep us occupied for quite a while if we plan to see all fifty.
We self-toured our first Capitol building while we were in Wisconsin two years ago, and that piqued my interest. Honestly, Tim might have twisted my arm at the time, as the younger version of myself would not have been remotely interested. I thought they would all look alike. Boy, was I wrong!
I don’t think I appreciated architecture much growing up. Aside, I was told at a young age that I especially detested history and geography as they were my least favorite subjects as a child, primarily due to the memory work involved (When was the War of 1812 anyway? LOL). I was lucky to pass those classes, but I wish now I had paid better attention . I do think the teacher makes a difference. My school teachers pale in comparison to some of the docents guiding our Capitol tours. Kudos to the teachers who know how to make history come alive!
At any rate, we bought ourselves a State Capitol Passport and started collecting stamps. Here is a recap of the first five we have visited.
July 24, 2022 Madison, Wisconsin. We drove to Madison where we rented a motorcycle to ride on the HOG National Superior Loop Touring Rally. That trip was our first State Capitol experience. It was a Sunday. We didn’t have a lot of time for some reason that day, or maybe we just didn’t want to follow some guy around, but we didn’t take a guided tour of the building. However, we did walk through the building and up the stairs to the top where you have a beautiful view of the city. We might go back and do the guided tour on another day.
Inside the Madison Wisconsin State Capitol, under the rotunda.
On the way up to Madison, we stopped in to see Tim’s mom, who had recently been put on Hospice. We had a no-refund on the rental so we stayed a couple of days and then planned to see her again on the way back down. Unfortunately, she died on July 27th. We got the call while we were riding to International Falls. That bike trip in the Upper Peninsula (UP) was bitter-sweet for us.
October 27, 2023. Little Rock, Arkansas. A year later we finally saw our second Capitol. I think this is when we started taking it more seriously. We stopped on our way back from a trip to the north and northeast, where we finished the Superior Lake Circle Tour and spent time in search of fall foliage, all while pulling the Airstream.
We had been through Little Rock before, and visited several of the other historic places with some friends including the “Big Dam Bridge,” the “Little Rock 9” and Central High School, but merely drove by the State Capitol. On this trip, we made a point to go inside. They told us at the front desk to be sure and visit the treasury, so we scheduled a tour of the vault.
This particular capitol has a unique experience unlike any other. We were allowed to go inside the treasury vault (after a very detailed and jaw-dropping explanation of how they built it and got it here), and hold a half million dollars. No other State Capitol allows this. As I was handing off to Tim, I dropped the stack of money and it all went crashing down to the floor of the vault. Fortunately, they have it very well packed. In my defense, a half-million dollars is heavy!
I told Tim I would have worn better clothes had I known we were going to look like millionaires in all these pictures!
December 26, 2023. Baton Rouge, Louisiana. Apparently we had nothing better to do on the day after Christmas than to go to the State Capitol. Actually, our good friends in Florida invited us to come down for a few days between Christmas and New Years, and so we did. We left on Christmas Day and stayed in Baton Rouge where we could visit the capitol the next day (Capitol buildings are typically closed on Christmas Day).
The Senator wing has some stories. U.S. Senator Huey Long was shot in the hallway in 1935. By this time he was on track to become president, but he died 30 hours after the shooting. In 1970 there was an explosion in the Senate Chamber which rocked the Capitol. I wasn’t sure I wanted to be in the building after that, but standing outside the top floor of the building was worth it.
The plaque inside the upper floor has some additional facts about the building. This Capitol is unique in that it is the tallest Capitol building in the United States. It was Louisiana’s first skyscraper. It was built in a mere 14 months from start (Dec 1930) to finish (Feb 1932), and cost about $5 million to complete. It employed many people during the Great Depression, and was championed by Gov. Huey P. Long who campaigned on a platform of building new roads and bridges and a new capitol.
On the top of the Capitol of Louisiana, tallest State Capitol. Yes, it was cold up there!
May 11, 2024. Austin, Texas. This should have been our very first Capitol visit, since we live in the state. But we just never seemed to be going in that direction since we decided to do this. In May, we were heading back from an Airstream Rally in Bandera, so we added it to our list of things to do. We finally made it there. We were impressed with our State’s Capitol! You have heard everything is bigger in Texas – even the State Capitol! The goddess of liberty stands on top, making this capitol taller than the U.S. Capitol. It is the largest of the Capitols in square footage, with a $75 million underground extension adding 650,000 square feet completed in 1993. It has been damaged or destroyed by fire twice in its history, with the 1983 renovation still standing today.
The grounds are also very lovely, offering a place to sit and enjoy the well manicured landscaping. I wished we had packed a picnic lunch. We saw a baby mourning dove fighting off a blue jay, and had to come to its rescue while we were there. Momma dove was cooing not too far away.
I learned several things about our Capitol, as well as intriguing aspects of the history of Texas, the six sovereign nations that have governed Texas, why we had our own president in that history, the Republic of Texas, the Alamo, Mexican history, African American history, and so much more than my brain can hold. We did have a guided tour this time, which includes the underground extension. The docent was very good. Tours of the Capitols are typically free, and you can usually just walk in and join one, although you may have to sign up for one on busy days.
Inside the Texas State Capitol from beneath the rotunda. This one deserves a video. The star in the middle is 8 feet from point to point. Another one is on the floor at the bottom, with the sovereign nations surrounding it. I hope the video works as it’s quite stunning!
July 6, 2024. Springfield, IL. Every time we go to a State Capitol, we know we must be prepared to climb a lot of stairs. Yes, they have elevators to some floors, but there is something about going up those majestic staircases that makes us feel regal. This one has 110 steps to the fourth floor gallery, not quite as many as some of the others we have climbed. Illinois has had six state capitol buildings, as the capitol city changed in its earlier years. This current one has been in Springfield since it was built in 1868. It’s designed in the shape of a Greek cross.
We got there just after the tour started. Security said it would be about an hour before the next one got started. We really didn’t want to wait, but we wanted to do the tour. We saw them upstairs so we “snuck” past security and joined them. It was a weekend and not very busy, so no one seemed to mind. The docent was a young guy and likely the only one they could get to work on a Saturday. He did know some interesting things, but he wasn’t very good at crowd control. One little Indian girl kept running back up the stairs at the end of the tour. He finally asked the parents to go get her.
Poor guy was a bit flustered after he stamped my passport with the wrong date (July 5). I could tell he was really disturbed by this, as if he had just defaced a rare, historic document. I assured him, “well that fits. We just saw fireworks last night so the date is perfect.” He smiled with relief.
The building is undergoing construction, so we couldn’t go in all the wings. What we saw was pretty cool, and definitely worth the stamp, but the real experience of the day was when we saw the Capitol from the Lincoln Boyhood National Memorial, and walked around his historic landmark and neighborhood. Lincoln is seen everywhere in this city.
In the center of the first floor rotunda sits a statue. Sculpted by Julia Bracken, the statue represents the welcoming of people to the World’s Columbian Exposition in 1893. I was kind of surprised it wasn’t a statue of Lincoln.
I’ll keep a running blog on state capitols, and share our personal unique experiences as well as some facts we learned by going there. You can only fully enjoy it by visiting in person. Maybe you can join us on one of our state capitol tours! We’d love to share that moment with you. The Capitol Passport book is a great way to keep track of our adventures! We keep ours in the glove box.
À la prochaine…hasta la próxima vez…until next time!
Children learn the number 100 at an early age, and teachers have many creative ways to help them understand this concept. Recently we had one of our grandchildren count to 100 as we made our way to a destination. By the time we got there, she was surprised to discover we had arrived, as she was “so busy counting.”
We have officially been full-time on the road for more than 100 days. We sold our house in March, and we are building another one. Well, we intend to build another one. You can read the last two house updates here and here to learn more about that story.
Lunch stop in Le Seuer, MN
On this journey, we have already traveled through Texas (we providentially left the state about a week before the hurricane hit), Arkansas, Missouri, Illinois, Wisconsin, Iowa and currently we are camping in Maple Grove Minnesota, which is in the greater Minneapolis area. Between work and other responsibilities, we have participated in Airstream rallies, visited state capitols, presidential libraries, national parks, and witnessed so much of God’s scenic locations. I have made several loaves of sourdough bread, and we enjoy many homemade creations. I think I’ve finally learned how to use the convection microwave, but I have to be careful not to hit “microwave” when I intend to cook in the oven 🥴🤪😳😂. Tim’s pizza was way overcooked that night.
Every time we move from one campsite to another, we start the day with a devotion and sometimes we just burst into song. We decided to start recording these random musings, and we share a singalong with our friends. One take.
So far I’ve only been sharing these on FaceBook, but I know several of our friends do not have FaceBook anymore (including my hubby), so I will add these videos to our ministry YouTube library. They are far from perfect, but we have had fun and felt inspired sharing a few words from Scripture and song.
When we started full-timing it, Tim’s workload was at an all-time low. “Let’s go up north! Let’s visit North Dakota and Montana! Let’s go…” At the time we made these plans his company was not getting a lot of business. The owner was considering staff layoffs (not the consultants). We thought he would have plenty of time to hitch the trailer, travel and site-see.
My how quickly that changed! Almost as soon as we left Texas his company started getting a lot more business. Plus, one of the primary consultants left the company, and now Tim is taking on more of those gigs in addition to making pitches and working with new clients. He is traveling for work more, and we have been diligently planning our trips to ensure we stay in locations where there is an airport, WIFI, good phone signal, and, if possible, Panera Bread 🤪🥴. I even added that to my travel spreadsheet.
I feel like a full-time travel agent on most days 😂🤩🤪.
In addition to Tim’s travel, I have to ensure my visits with MD Anderson for treatment, scans, doctor visits, etc. fit into the travel schedule as well. It’s like when someone puts a lot of sugar in their coffee, we might say “would you like a little coffee to go with that sugar?” Well, Tim and I now say, “would you like a little downtime to go with that travel?”
Aside, I was in The Woodlands for treatment, hence the travel. I also had an MRI of the brain today, and the doctor said it was an excellent scan. They have been following some residual spots, and have determined they are simply post-treatment (post-radiation) spots. They have not grown, and she is confident I am still cancer free in the brain. PTL! 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
Tim and I both experienced some travel saga related to the botched Microsoft patch. Tim had to cancel one of his onsite visits due to flight cancellations and no rental cars. I was a bit more lucky on the flight out, but now I am sitting in Starbucks at the Bush Intercontinental Airport in Houston, waiting to see if my flight home from treatment will be cancelled. It has already been delayed twice, so it will be close to midnight when I get home.
Home….is where we park it. ❤️❤️❤️
Each time we stop, we ask ourselves, “what did we break this time?” 😂😂We have had our share of drawers opening, hinges breaking, items flying around that we forgot to tie down, medicine and salt pouring out on the floor. No more spaghetti sauce sagas, fortunately. We’ve learned how to fix things on our own, and YouTube fills in the gaps. Tim is becoming quite the handyman!
Other pantry door. 🤦♀️ I think I forgot to slam it shut.
In the past 100 days we have done several organizational changes, to make our Airstream more livable and durable. I’ve added automatic lights in all the dark cupboards and closets. Tim laughs when I (frequently) use the word “Velcro.” He thinks it’s ironic that we have to use Velcro to hold our expensive Airstream together 😂😂😂😂😂.
In addition to Velcro and zip ties, we upgraded our kitchen in the Airstream to include three gorgeous walnut pieces. We picked two of them up in Wisconsin, and had the third shipped from a friend to Minneapolis. Below are some pictures of our latest additions.
Our new custom-built dinette table. Such a beauty! Much sturdier than the one that came with the Globetrotter, and easier for us old folks to maneuver into the back of the U-bench.
This is our custom-designed sink cover. We took out the white covers that came with the rig (they looked like the ones behind the faucet). This gives us more room to work and is beautiful as well. Matches the table perfectly, and it is food-safe for cutting.
This is our stove cover/ cutting board, also food-safe. A friend of ours is getting into woodworking, so we gave him this one to do. He did a GREAT job! It matches the walls and other woodwork perfectly. I love the walnut. It’s rich and has a nice grain to it.
We used to keep our spices behind the stove on a rack, so we measured to include those behind it. However, now we keep them in the pantry. One less thing to move. If I had realized we were going to do that, I would have had him go all the way to the wall 🤦♀️. Lesson learned. I still love it though, and I can use that little gap for my spoon rest and butter dish.
One more piece of wood for good measure. When we were picking up our table and sink cover from Tayfun (Topics Woodworks), he wasn’t happy with how the sink cover was fitting. It was just a hair too big. So, he offered to make us a new one. Tim said no, don’t waste the wood. Can you just shave this one down?
He fixed it while we waited, and then gave us THIS charcuterie board for our trouble. He’s a great guy, honest, and a master woodworker. We would definitely order from him again.
I think that pretty well catches us up. Thanks for giving me something to do while I wait on my delayed flight. I was starting to get sleepy. 🥱
À la prochaine…hasta la próxima vez…until next time!
We got our lot fit for Lot #75, and then the developer called to remind us there is an active pipeline with a 20 foot utility easement running across the front of the property. When we had originally looked at the lot, he led us to believe it was close to the road, near the culvert. As it turned out, the easement was one foot from our front door, and the walkway was on top of the easement 😳😳.
That set us on a journey of discovery.
The developer sent us an additional document from Explorer (the pipeline company) which said that if ever we wanted to do anything over the easement, including paved driveway, we had to send a proposal and they would have up to 180 days to review. SIX MONTHS! And then they could make you change your plan. We were calculating how much time the builder has to do their work, and now we are concerned they have not even started this process. Also, someone from the pipeline has to be present the entire time you do any improvements.
I reached out to my friends on Facebook, and those who have pipelines on their property (which is very common in Texas). They had a variety of things to say. One rancher in particular said he had some horror stories, as well as some not so bad stories. Our main concern was what would happen if they decided to come in and do repairs and broke up our driveway, or our walkway? Would they fix it? Would we have access to our house? How long could it take? Would they mow over any landscaping we might plant (they are responsible for mowing the pipeline easement)? How responsive are they going to be to our inquiries? So many questions raised our DefCon level a notch or two.
We decided to reach out to Explorer and ask some questions before getting too panicky. We called, sent emails, called again, tried and tried, and never could get a response. One guy finally sent an email acknowledging he had gotten the email, but that was the end of his communication. Needless to say, we were not feeling very comfortable about having an Explorer active pipeline on our property.
The builder suggested we change lots, so we started that process.
At this point we were very grateful they had not yet purchased Lot #75. It was still on reserve. The developer had gone up on their prices by about $20-30,000, so switching to another lot was going to be a challenge. Before we left Texas for our northern trip, we went back out to the property and looked at other lots. As it turned out they had just opened access to some other lots we had not seen before. Lot #84, just a few lots down from #75 but outside of the pipeline easement, was a bit smaller (1.0 acre) but it had some advantages over #75. For one, it is relatively square (#75 is a big trapezoid). Also, #84 backs up to some beautiful trees (more, in fact, than #75). It is a bit closer to the front, so they should start pinning those lots sooner 🤞🏻.
We can see progress is happening out there. Lots of heavy equipment are moving dirt around, creating retention ponds, placing culverts, etc. The roads have been graded, and it is easier to see where each lot is located (although still not accurately). We feel pretty confident they will be able to start building soon (hurricanes aside).
All that to say, we have officially switched to Lot #84. The builder CFO had to get involved because the developer wanted to increase our cost to current prices, but he did some magic and we signed the document this week to switch from #75 to #84.
We’ll keep you posted on further progress.
À la prochaine…hasta la próxima vez…until next time!
About 100 days ago we sold our house in Conroe, moved our stuff into storage, and moved into our Roam Home to begin full-time living, while waiting for our new house to be built. We are very blessed to have an Airstream that provides comfort and travel opportunities to live in while we are “homeless.”
A little background behind this decision might be helpful. We downsized in 2019 from a 4,000+ SF home to a 2050 SF home just a half mile down the road, in the same neighborhood. We loved the house, loved the builder, and loved the community. It met our needs on many levels. It was close to MD Anderson as well as other amenities, there were trees behind us, we had a nice sized yard, good neighbors, and a relatively quiet neighborhood. We thought this would be our forever “retirement” home.
Then COVID hit.
The RV Industry exploded. People were tired of staying home. Online jobs increased, which expanded opportunities. The whole world was buying RVs and moving into them at a pace greater than the market could support. We made plans to travel places the motorcycles couldn’t go, avoid hotels, and bought the last Airstream on the lot. After a year of trying to do both, we let the bikes go and Airstreaming became our priority. Each time we would hook her up and go on a trip, we started thinking about how we could store her closer to home when we weren’t in it.
Things were changing in the world, as well as in our own neighborhood. The trees started coming down between our home and the interstate, the road noise got louder and louder, multiple families (and their cars) were moving into the same house just three doors down, our family was growing and making our home feel a bit too small, and we wanted to have our Airstream on property with us. The only way to get around all of these issues was to look for some land where we could have some space between us and the road noise, a bit more elbow room between us and our neighbors, and a big enough lot where we could build an RV barn and keep the Airstream on property. An added bonus was a slightly bigger house and yard for when the family comes to visit.
We reserved a 1.24 acre lot (#75) in an acreage community called The Manors in New Waverly Texas (it’s about 15-20 minutes from our former home). It’s a High Meadows development; we toured their other properties containing multi-million dollar homes, and felt very good with how the final developments had turned out. The developer “promised” they would be ready to sell us the lot within a couple of months, but it’s taking a bit longer for them to get there. This is their first time developing in Walker County, so it’s going a bit slower than they originally anticipated. (For example, surprising to us is the requirement to have fire hydrants in Walker County, which are not required in Montgomery county.) That was a bonus in our eyes. We signed on the lot before they were pinned, while roads are still in the dirt phase.
After reserving the lot, we had to find a builder. We signed a contract with Gracepoint Homes, after interviewing many, many (did I say many?) builders over several months’ time. It’s been quite a process! This all took place before we sold our home in Conroe. My caveat for moving forward and selling the house was this: we choose a lot and builder first, so I don’t end up without a home or a home to move into 🤪🥴.
We chose Gracepoint for several reasons, not necessarily in order of priority.
First, they had the best price for a quality product. We picked one of their floorpans, which saved a ton of money, and then customized it to our needs. They are a custom home builder, so we could change anything we wanted (within reason). The next possible builder was $40K more expensive and their home was smaller by 300 SF. It was a no-brainer.
Second, Gracepoint offered a program where they bundle the house and land, meaning we don’t have to do the closing on the property or get a loan until the final product is complete. No other custom builder was offering this option. That was such a blessing, considering we were homeless and travelling until the house is built.
Third, we like the builder. They have a good reputation even with other builders. They are easy to work with, respond to calls and emails, and Tammy is always friendly when we talk with her on the phone. They seem to be genuinely advocating for our best interest.
This is our first time being one of the first, if not the first, to build a house in a community. Honestly, it scares the bejeebers out of us. It took a very long time to make this decision because of the potential risks involved. At the end of the day, the homes are so far apart we don’t feel like other owners’ home construction will be that big of an issue. We prayed about all the options and felt very confident this was the right choice, so we signed on the dotted lines.
We put our house on the market and within less than a week we had a contract for $20,000 over our (already high) asking price. Two weeks later we closed and had completely moved out. That very quick timeline, the purchase price, the builder bundling the loan, and other pieces were further confirmation we are doing the right thing. We feel very much at peace with this decision.
So, what’s the status on your house? How is your house coming along? When will it be done?
I fear this blog is already getting too long. You’ll just have to read the next one for a status update. 🤪🥴😂😂😂
À la prochaine…hasta la próxima vez…until next time!
The Secret Life of Sunflowers by Mara Molner was recommended by a friend. I thought about suggesting it to my book club, but decided to read it first. I will definitely recommend it when it’s my turn. I have grown to love historic fiction. This is an easy read, and it’s the third book I’ve read this month.
This book is about half fiction and half history, going back and forth in time. It follows the life of Emsley, an art auctioneer and granddaughter to Violet, a Hollywood Celebrity (current day, fiction). Her grandmother leaves a box to her, which contains an old diary, in addition to some letters written in Dutch. As Emsley is reading the diary, written in English in the 1800s, she realizes this is the diary of Johanna Bonger, the sister-in-law to Vincent Van Gogh. We are transported back in time to her life (historic and true with some fiction interspersed for the story’s sake). I learned a lot about the Van Goghs that I didn’t already know, or had forgotten.
Tim and I visited the Van Gogh museum nearly 30 years ago when we were in Amsterdam. It was our first trip overseas as a married couple (not including our mission trip to Mexico, as that was not technically “over-seas.”) We were on a tight budget. We booked the cheapest flight and that’s how we landed in Amsterdam. We also booked an inexpensive hotel. We were so new to traveling at the time, we really had no clue how to go about finding the best locations.
Little did we know, we would have to walk through the red light district to get anywhere! I remember the smell of cannibus everywhere we went, being offered to buy it in the shops, and feeling a little unnerved by the women standing in the windows as we walked through the district (I had never seen glow-in-the-dark underwear before – wow).
I also remember the good things. The canals, the very old architecture, the trams, and the snowflakes. They were the biggest I had ever seen fall from the sky; I have never seen any to compare since that day. People continued to ride their bikes as a primary means of transportation, even in the snow, holding an umbrella with one hand and the handlebar with the other. It was surreal. We also took a day tour of the windmills and a shoe factory. Now that I think of it, our daughter was 3 or 4 years old at the time. I bought her a little Dutch outfit which she wore for the fall festival later that year. Good memories.
Vincent Van Gogh was Dutch, and his brother Theo believed in his brother’s talent, trying to sell his work. He only sold one painting while Vincent was alive, and that was to a family friend. You may remember from art history that Vincent was mentally ill, and eventually committed suicide. What I did not remember was that his brother Theo was so grief-stricken and filled with remorse that he, too, ended up in a home for the mentally ill. He died about six months after Vincent. That’s the sad part of the story.
Johanna, now a widow and mother to an infant, took on her husband’s baton. It was her way of keeping the memory of her husband alive in her heart. She was rejected many times, but did not give up. She finally decided to represent his work herself. She was the first female art agent, and was not taken seriously in the beginning. However, her persistence was largely responsible for making Vincent’s artwork famous. Johanna kept impeccable notes in a diary, which Emsley is reading. There is an actual diary, which has now been made public. However, the author published the book just a few months before they were made public, and had to get her research from numerous other sources, mostly out of print. Her recounting of Johanna seems to be spot on though, in my humble opinion. Regardless, The Secret Life of Sunflowers is a great story with a lot of uplifting quotes that encourages women to just “go for it.”
Emsley’s life also provided some levity to the book. I think it added immensely to imagine that her grandmother had in her possession the diaries of Vincent’s sister-in-law. Emsley’s friends (and Violet) made me laugh, and her pet chicken was a great addition to the story.
Read it. You won’t be disappointed.
Vincent Van Gogh painted a lot of sunflowers, which provided some insight into his life. His addition of color amidst all the gray in his other paintings (as well as life) brought moments of happiness for the artist. Apparently, sunflowers will grow wherever they are planted, regardless of soil type. He believed sunflowers were stretching toward the sun in gratitude. The is a reminder for us to do the same.
Also, if you believe someone is suffering from a mental illness, please reach out and help them. You may be the only sunflower in their life.
À la prochaine…hasta la próxima vez…until next time!
I finished my June book early and started on my book for July (even though we will be traveling). I finished this novel fairly quickly as well. It’s a pretty easy read, and the author keeps your interest as you seek to know more. We were still on Lake Livingston, staying in our Airstream, when I read this book. Lake living sure is relaxing! It’s like a perpetual vacation.
These Tangled Vines, by Julianne Maclean, starts with what we would all love to hear – you just inherited some property in Italy! At least, I would! I’ve never been to Italy but if someone wanted to give me a vineyard, I don’t think I would turn it down.
But I’m getting ahead of myself.
The book is set in Tuscany and primarily follows three women: Fiona, Lillian, and Sloane. There are spoilers in this review, so if you plan to read the book, SCROLL past the sections with “Spoilers.” 😂😂
The setting was beautiful, as the author described it. I’ve seen pictures of Italy and I would love to go there one day. It seems like such a serene, calm, and peaceful environment. The food would be a bonus! The author did a good job of including enough descriptions to make me wish I was there.
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Fiona Bell is a young woman in her 30s (young to me, anyway). Her perspective is the only one shared in first person, and she is a likable character. She is single with some relationship issues. Fiona was 18 when her mother died, and on her deathbed her mother revealed to Fiona that her father—who she has known these past 18 years as her father—is not her biological father. (What?? Can you imagine hearing that from your mother on her deathbed?)
Her biological father (Anton) owns a vineyard in Italy, but her mother makes her promise to keep this news a secret from her father, because it would devastate him. The father who raised her has been in a wheelchair her whole life due to a horrible accident in Italy. He had only bad memories of their trip. The dutiful daughter kept her promise for all these years. She didn’t want to hurt her father.
Fiona receives a phone call from a lawyer in Italy, who tells her that her biological father had passed away. He urges her to be there for the reading of the will as she is named as one of the heirs. She was too late to attend the funeral, but if she hurried she could make it in time for the reading of the will. After much contemplation, she lied to her father and his caregiver, got on the next flight to Italy, and began to face her past. Her mother’s past. Her father’s past. It was quite a tangled story, hence the title.
Fiona had always believed Anton to be a man who took advantage of her mother, a womanizer, or some other connotation of negative relationship, so she never sought to know him or attempt to have a relationship with him. She also didn’t want to hurt her disabled father by engaging in an attempt to know him. Little did she know she would be walking into a hornet’s nest with Anton’s two older children—who only just learned that they had a half-sibling—with all the implications of her “stealing” their inheritance as an illegitimate child, manipulations by her mother, and other serious accusations regarding her character and her intentions.
The second woman followed in the book is Lillian, Fiona’s mother. She and her husband went to Tuscany for a season, while her husband was writing his first novel. She took a job at a vineyard in Tuscany, and the reader is aware that this is the same vineyard which is owned by Fiona’s biological father Anton. The author jumps back and forth in history to share details of the relationship Lillian had with Anton. It was clearly an affair, which both of them seemed to genuinely try not to engage in. He was the perfect gentleman.
Anton’s wife was living in LA with their two children and had recently filed for divorce. They rarely saw each other in spite of his constant begging for her to bring the children. Lillian’s husband was off in Paris writing his novel and was not staying connected to her because, “It’s long distance.” Throughout their marriage, she had put all of her attention onto her husband and his writing career, yet he did not support her desires or needs. One can see how easy it was for her to fall into the arms of another man, regardless of looks or status. She offers some business advice to Anton on marketing the Americans; he is very supportive and complimentary of her ideas and there is a chemistry between them.
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Aside, that’s how affairs usually get started. Another reminder to support and compliment your spouse. If you don’t, someone else probably is! Give him or her the love they need.
In all my years of being a marriage therapist, I don’t recall anyone who had an affair tell me they did it “on purpose.” (If they did, I would consider an even bigger issue than this.) Their typical response, “it just happened.” It started with a conversation, complimentary and support of ideas, a hand on the back, a lengthier conversation, brooding over the individual, and so on. It happened because they didn’t guard their heart. Their spouse didn’t guard their spouse’s heart either, and their spouse was not fulfilling a deep need in their life. I’m not excusing affairs, so please don’t email me and blast me about this. I am not in favor of affairs. And I am not in favor of divorce for the majority of marriages. God hates divorce. However, I do understand how affairs can happen when someone is living in an emotional desert. Perhaps because of my profession I am a bit more understanding of Lillian and her dilemma.
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Anyway, back to the story. Fiona learns through her research and conversations with various staffers that Lillian and Anton’s relationship went beyond a one-night stand or sexual offense. Anton did not take advantage of Lillian as she had previously thought. Their relationship grew over time, and they were very much in love. Lillian had not heard from her husband in weeks. She finally made plans to leave her husband and stay with Anton. But suddenly, her husband returns, was involved in an accident, and became a quadriplegic. I won’t tell you the details of the incident, so as not to spoil the entire story, but it is a juicy part of the story. After the accident, Lillian comes to her senses, says good-bye to Anton, goes back to America with her husband. She spends the rest of her life taking care of his needs. Recompense, perhaps?
The third woman is Sloane, Fiona’s half-sister. Fiona also has a half-brother, Conner. Neither of them stayed in touch with their father after the divorce, and they were both fairly spoiled and entitled individuals. I felt like Conner’s character was a bit one-dimensional as he remained the same throughout the book. Some people are not willing to forgive. Conner and Sloane (and their mother) never knew about Fiona until she arrived for the reading of the will, so they were justifiably angry. They believed she was there to manipulate and take over, and they thought she was there just for the money. She never came to Italy, after all. While Conner remains angry and maintains the bitterness toward Fiona and Lillian, Sloane begins to see the truth about her father, the vineyard at Tuscany, and the situation between Anton and Lillian for what it was. She also has a revelation about herself, her children, and her family. I liked seeing her transformation, which again reminds us that anyone can change, and anyone can forgive.
Even Fiona. After Fiona learns she has inherited the vineyard (yes, the whole kit and caboodle), she resolves the issues she had with her mother and learned to love her father (Anton). She then goes back home to deal with her stepdad. For her entire life, she had taken up the baton that her mother passed on to her. Just as her mother had given up on her own desires in life, Fiona sacrificed her life to care for her dad. He obviously needs care, but he has also used his disability (and other means prior to the accident) to prevent the women in his life from advancing their own selves. He was afraid of “losing” them, so he held them tight. So tight that Fiona was feeling smothered. She was bitter at him for losing an opportunity to connect to her biological father and wasn’t sure she could ever forgive him.
I felt like the book wrapped up everything pretty well, but the resolution between Fiona and her dad seemed a bit abrupt. Within one chapter she went from “I’m so mad at you” to “Okay, I forgive you.” It felt a bit quick after all the chapters that preceded that moment in time, like the author was tired of writing by that point.
Other than that—dealing with her stepdad issue—I really liked the book. I liked the way it ended, and I liked the overall messages one can draw from it. Lillian’s affair could have been avoided, and this is something all couples should consider, but she would never go back and change it as she has a daughter she loves. While she could have justified leaving her husband, she made the choice of commitment to her wedding vows. It’s way too easy for couples to give it up when things get tough, so I appreciated her decision no matter how difficult.
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Lessons for couples? Love your spouse. Love is an action word, so show them love in the things you do, say, and time you spend together. Hold your spouse tight but don’t squeeze the breath out of them. Encourage one another to have independence and reach their individual goals, all the while balancing it out focusing on the relationship. Most importantly (not necessarily in the book), developing a relationship with God as a couple will draw the couple closer to each other, and increase their love for each other.
I’m so glad I have a husband who has stuck with me through thick and thin. I’ve heard firsthand stories of men leaving their wives when they are diagnosed with breast cancer. But Tim has been with me, caring for me, and picking up the slack when I have been unable to follow through. He’s a champion!
We haven’t had our book club meeting yet. I would love to be there for the discussion, but I won’t be able to attend this one because we will be traveling. If I remember, I will edit this to include my book club’s review. I would rate it 8.5.
I know. I should be tired, right? We sold our house, moved all of our stuff into a storage unit, moved ourselves into our Roam Home, and now we are traveling all over the country pulling said Roam Home.
Whew! Who wouldn’t be tired?
But this kind of tired, apparently, goes beyond the normal temporary moving type of tired. I was tired before we started this whole move and Full-time Airstreaming process. It’s been ongoing since the beginning of this cancer journey. Wiped-out. Exhausted. Fatigued.
I’m the type of person who typically overlooks what my body is saying. I think of others, tasks to be completed, and ignore what my body is saying. I have to ponder really hard about what my body is feeling. Throughout the journey, I have pushed myself to keep going, and I could put being tired out of my head long enough to do what I need to do. So I could function at work, at home, on the road, and continue living each day effectively and enjoyably.
As it turns out, fatigue is an actual diagnosis for about 65% (or more) of cancer patients. It’s not just your every day, run-of-the-mill, normal tiredness. It’s fall asleep at the drop of the hat kind of tired. Narcolepsy kind of tired. Reading a book, my head starts nodding. Driving down the road, I’m drooling. (When Tim is driving, that is 😂.) Practicing my foreign languages, I have to put down the phone and just go to sleep. My body aches. It tells me to sleep. If I don’t listen, my body does it for me.
I’m not complaining, mind you. If I need a nap, I just take one. This is part of the reason I retired early (e.g. went on disability) in 2020. I didn’t need the extra stressors, and I needed the ability to rest when my body says to. My full-time job is fighting cancer, so everything else is just doing what I want.
I finally decided to talk to my doctor. He sent me for a fatigue consult.
The first time he sent me was in 2019, a few months after I had Gamma Knife radiation treatment to the brain, if you recall my history. It made sense that I was fatigued at the time, as radiation can affect your whole body. I had to go downtown for that consult (ugh). But, I was still working full-time as a university professor, and fatigue/focus was a real problem. So I complied.
The doctor I saw at the time prescribed Ritalin, and it helped a lot. I had read where Ritalin is used a lot with cancer patients for fatigue. It’s not just for kids with AD/HD. It worked! I had the energy I needed, without going over the top. I was sleeping better, and I could do my job without falling asleep during the day. I could focus. It was very helpful, and I was glad I went.
When it came time to get the prescription refilled, I didn’t go back downtown. Some time had passed and I convinced myself I was doing okay. By the time my medication ran out we were living in Vero Beach Florida (Tim was doing a temporary interim assignment there). Besides, I was going to stop working soon, so I thought that would help and I might not need the medicine.
I retired in January 2020. Then COVID hit.
Fast forward to June, 2024. I’ve been noticing the fatigue again. Not just since the move, but for the past year or more. Tim notices it more than me. He looks over at me during a movie and my eyes are closed. He sees me walking slower. He observes my focus waning. I talk to my oncologist about it, and he sends me for another fatigue consult.
I’m so glad I did it. This oncologist and her mentor specialize in fatigue treatment for cancer patients. They are the only two around who do this specialty. They have done a lot of research in this area, and recognize how challenging fatigue can be for patients. She explained some things about cancer and fatigue that made a lot of sense. For example, she said that when we have a sinus infection we go on an antibiotic for a few days. We may have some side effects, but they are relatively minor. They pass quickly. An infection is like being on the far left side of the spectrum. Cancer is on the far right. They give us more than a simple antibiotic. They hit us with very heavy drugs to attack a very bad disease. Side effects are exponentially greater. Fatigue is one of them. It’s an actual diagnosis, and when there is a diagnosis they provide treatment.
She is also willing to work with me on the refills. I can meet with her via Zoom for many of the follow-ups (as long as I’m in Texas). Pre-COVID, doctors were unwilling to do this. They had to see you in person. If anything good came from it, we can be thankful for the pandemic changing this mindset.
Some things I can do on my own to help with fatigue include exercise and diet, but she can also prescribe medication to help with the fatigue. Since the Ritalin helped me before, she decided to use it again. She gave me enough to take morning and noon daily if I need it, but I mainly take one in the morning and I’m good to go. Rarely, I will also take one at noon to give me some energy for the afternoon. And, of course, we are exercising.
I was very grateful. I can tell such a difference when I take it. I’m more focused, I have energy, and I don’t find myself looking at the inside of my eyelids nearly as often. Even though I’m not working full-time, having a fatigue specialist sure does make living retirement life a bit easier.
I do still take some naps, but it’s usually when I’ve had an extremely busy day. And I use my essential oils (En-R-Gee in particular) when I need an extra boost.
So now, je ne suis plus fatigué. (I am no longer tired.) It’s a great feeling, and I am very grateful to God for providing me with the best doctors in the world.
À la prochaine…hasta la próxima vez…until next time!
Remarkably Bright Creatures by Shelby Van Pelt picked by one of our book club members was a welcome read after a run of several serious books. It was a delight, and I finished the 368-page novel in no time. The cover is beautiful as well. We were staying on a lake in our Airstream while I was reading most of this book.
I read the author’s comments in the back, and she noted that her publisher wasn’t sure how it would go, since she was writing an octopus as the narrator of the story. Marcellus is a giant Pacific octopus, weighing about 60 pounds. He was rescued by an aquarium in the Pacific northwest, where Tova works as a janitor. He starts each of his chapters with Day #### of my captivity. He longs to be back in the open sea, and I grew fond of him throughout the book.
Both Marcellus and Tova are wonderfully written characters. I don’t know why the publisher was concerned, as I found Marcellus to be engaging and very entertaining, which made me want to know more about this amazing creature. If you’ve never watched any videos or documentaries about octopuses, I highly recommend you do so. They truly are very amazing. One might think the author was making up his abilities to escape from his tank through such a small hole, unlock treasure chests, memorize names and fingerprints on the tank, and even learn to read. I found it believable after a video popped up in my Facebook feed right before I started reading the book (insert spooky, eerie music). He would escape at night when Tova was cleaning, dig through the trash and eat contraband food that had been left behind.
Tova saved Marcellus the first time she found him out of his tank (he was tangled in some cords underneath a table), and that was the start of a long friendship. Apparently, their suckers put quite a mark on your arm if they attach their tentacles to your skin, but she suffered through it, lied about the marks, and managed to keep his secret so she could connect with him on a deeper level. Tova’s son had drowned when he was 18, and there was much suspicion that he had committed suicide (although Tova never believed it). Her husband died a couple of years ago as well. She had a lot of grief going on. As Tova and Marcellus become close “friends,” Marcellus sets on a quest to solve her son’s mystery for her. He leaves her clues from objects he has found around the aquarium on his many escapades. This is likely his final deed, since octopuses don’t live long and he was counting down the days. I was cheering him on, and her as well.
Then there is Cameron. I didn’t like him at first, and I wondered why the author would introduce him at all. He didn’t seem to “fit” with the rest of the story. He was a young adult in his early 30s, unable to keep a job or relationship with any stability. When Tova hurt her foot and had to stop working for a period, he helped out at the aquarium. He lived in a camper as he had no money for rent. I assured my book club friends that his camper was nothing like ours. His was old and had a smelly mattress, something he didn’t mind but made me think ew, gross. He became integral to the story as Marcellus brought him and Tova together. They both needed someone, and somehow Marcellus managed to make it happen. Learning his true identity at the end of the story was alluded to throughout the book, but it was satisfying to watch it play out. His is a success story, as he proves himself to be a hard worker and loyal to his employer.
I think we can learn a lesson from Cameron’s character. Just because someone appears to not have it all together when we meet them doesn’t mean they will be that way forever. They just need someone to believe in them. Someone to give them a hand up, not just a handout. Tim and I are starting a new book together about evangelism using house keys. It is a bit hard in the Airstream, but we will be looking for ways to use our new home and hospitality to connect with people. Perhaps we can do it on the road as well.
I liked the way the author packaged everything up at the end. There were other characters too, of course, and even their stories were wrapped up with a neat little bow. I may not remember all of them or their exact names, but there was Terry the aquarium director; Evan, the Scottish shop owner who was sweet on Tova; the “Knitwits,” Tova’s knitting group who tried to care for her with endless casseroles; and Cameron’s aunt and mother. The twist for me was at the very end, which I probably shouldn’t tell you (spoiler alert!). I thought from the very beginning that the title referred to the octopus. But Marcellus in all of his wisdom looks at Tova and calls her a remarkably bright creature. Sometimes we may forget that we are, indeed, remarkable. We are created to be bright and clever and creative.
My book club loved this book as well. We met on the second Wednesday in June to discuss this one. Here’s the summary from our leader, Carol.
Eleven of us gathered at Canopy this afternoon to discuss Remarkably Bright Creatures by Shelby Van Pelt. This is her first novel and we all loved it. It was delightful. I started out the meeting by asking everyone “What kind of person do you think Marcellus would be if he was human?”. Some of us thought that he’d be skinny or fat, he would be inquisitive; good listener; Yoda [that was not mine lol]; Sleuthing; bald; nerdy with big dark rimmed glasses; a collector; therapist; a professor especially science teacher but we all thought he was an incredible character in the book. We are in awe of how smart octopuses are!!! We thought the book was well written, the author pulled all the strings together at the end and we were not disappointed at all with the ending. We encouraged everyone to watch the academy award nominee documentary movie called My Octopus Teacher that is on Netflix.
We rated the book 8.6.
À la prochaine…hasta la próxima vez…until next time!
Cheers! I’m done with everything. Just in time for lunch. Bone scan, chemo and CT of the chest, abdomen and pelvis. They had my CT scheduled for 6:00 AM tomorrow so I was so happy they agreed to do it today. Whew! 🤪
UPDATE – My oncologist called, and all my scans are still coming back good. They are watching a lymph node in my abdomen which increased slightly, but they are not concerned. My body remains stable. Stable means there is no progression. But, stage four cancer (metastatic breast cancer) never goes away, so we stick with the program.
PTL . God is so good! I don’t deserve it, but I’m so glad He’s not finished with me yet.
I am living John 10:10 (living life abundantly) the best I can. I believe God is healing me, keeping the cancer at bay, and giving me strength to continue. Could I choose to quit treatment? Yes. But we don’t know what that would do. No one has ever tested it, and likely never will because who would want the risk? My cells seem to attract hormone and protein driven breast cancer, so the treatments I get with infusions as well as a daily pill protect my cells from the invasion. I’ll never stop treatment unless the doctor says, “you’re cured,” (which doesn’t happen for the reasons I already stated). Instead, I get regular scans to ensure there is no progression, doctor visits to prevent complacency, and treatment to ward off the demons.
À la prochaine…hasta la próxima vez…until next time!
