Friday, January 19, 2018

Just Friday Stuff

For those who care about my emotional well-being, on a scale of 1-10, with 10 signifying an extreme mental and emotional breakdown, I'd say I made it through last night's ZAGS' loss at about a 3.  

YES, I even surprised myself, announcing to Bill immediately after the buzzer had sounded that my stomach wasn't even tied in a knot, adding that since they'd lost in a fast-paced game which ended before 8 p.m., I could probably deal with this one.

Besides, "Grey's Anatomy" was returning for its winter-spring run. So, the game ended at a perfect time. 

And, when "Grey's Anatomy" ended at 9 o'clock, I drifted off to sleep with no problem.  

I did awaken a couple of times in the night with just fleeting thoughts that the ZAGS had actually lost, but those thoughts got mixed in with other things, like today's plan to put chicken wire around a couple of our big trees so that Liam will quit digging trenches every time a squirrel torments him from above. 

Yeah, those trenches in my lovely yard bothered me last night a whole lot more than the ZAGS loss.  I must be reaching maturity as a ZAGS fan.  

Yup,  I managed this loss just fine.  

After all, it was a game that matched up to its billing, and the pre-season predictions of who was gonna be the big power force in the WCC were validated.  

Our problem:  this year's young ZAGS have provided some pleasant surprises this season, so we fans have set the bar a little higher as the season has progressed.  

Twas anybody's game up until the last minute.  

I have watched St. Mary's often enough this year to know that they seem to specialize in coming from behind.  

I have also watched them enough in the past four years that their "Dellabbbadoba" wannabe---that one who wears the protective glasses, always comes through at the end.  

Hasn't he been playing for St. Mary's forever?  

Dellabadoba, or whoever he is, played long enough---it seemed---to have earned three college degrees and maybe even a doctorate or two.  

At long last, he and his out-of-control mouthpiece finally left and moved on to the NBA. 

I'd really would like to know is how many mouthpieces he chewed on during his marathon stint at St. Mary's. 

Anyway, the guy with the protective glasses is very good, and it was neat to learn his story last night----he's been a Little League star as well as a basketball player. 

All banter aside, St. Mary's is very good, and they deserved to win last night.  

Maybe next time the ZAGS will be better!

In the meantime, we move on with life in January.  How many more weeks until the month ends?

In the January spirit, my big excitement to report for today is a trip to my hairdresser for the bi-monthly clip.  It's always fun because Sally is always fun and funny. 

We'll also do our Friday night eating-out routine, which every week involves going through the big decision-making process about 4 p.m.

Texts fly back and forth between Barbara and me,  as we decide if we'll meet at 6:15 (as usual) and where we'll meet.  Last Friday, we broke the mold a bit and went to the Blue Heron at Samuels.  

Good meal and great service.  

Stay tuned for which restaurant gets the nod tonight. 

Tomorrow, some of us are planning to attend the "Meet and Greet" for Rep. Paulette Jordan of Plummer, who's running for Idaho governor on the Democratic ticket.  

She's taking on an uphill battle, indeed, for Idaho, one of the reddest of red states, but Democrat Cecil Andrus succeeded four times while his successor John Evans, also a Democrat, was elected twice. 

So, it's possible.  

I have decided to support Paulette Jordan because I hear good things about her from people I respect,  she has gained political experience as a state representative, she is well-educated and her political belief system appears to have a nice blend of moderate philosophies representing both sides. 

Tomorrow's gathering should be a good indicator of her overall electability.   

For any others who may want to meet the candidate, her "Meet and Greet" starts at 9:30 a.m. at Trinity Restaurant at City Beach.  

In addition, she'll serve as the keynote speaker at the Women's March, which begins with a program at the Sandpoint Middle School gymnasium, starting at noon. 

Along those lines, I have gotten back to collecting signatures for having a statewide initiative for expanding Medicaid in Idaho added to the 2018 ballot.  

If anyone wishes to sign, drop me a line through the email associated with this blog and we can make arrangements for a time and place.  

Also, you can go to one of the following downtown locations during business hours to sign a petition:  Women’s Healthcare 1215 Michigan St Suite C or Panhandle Art Glass, 514 Pine Street.

Another major reason that I support the Reclaim Idaho efforts and the candidacy of Paulette Jordan is that I believe it is time for us old fogeys to serve as a supporters of upcoming leaders who offer a refreshing and exciting change to our politics as usual. 

In the cases of the Medicaid for Idaho leaders, who are dear to me personally, and of Paulette Jordan, I see bright young stars of the future who are committed to causes they deem vitally important for the future of our state and our country.

They are unselfish, visionary, honest, hard-working, smart, articulate and willing to sacrifice virtually all their free time to provide a better world for people of all generations. 

It's their time.

Plus, it's time for us senior citizens, who have had our chances, to embrace them and to give them their opportunity by supporting their efforts.  

I truly believe these people have what it takes to provide a positive and much-needed breath of fresh air.  

I also believe, and admittedly selfishly so, that supporting their efforts can help us appreciate the fact that we did leave this world a better place than we found it.  

Happy Friday. 

Thursday, January 18, 2018

Ugly, Cute and Ten Years Ago

The residents along our road are not happy.  

This will be a chronic condition until someone figures out how to correct the mess made last summer when crews put some new topping on the road. 

Let's just say it ain't no yummy chocolate sauce.  

Instead, the Subaru pretty much shows you want it looks like.  As do my pant legs.  As does anything that comes in contact with anything that came in contact with the soupy stuff which, when it dries, turns into near cement.

Last fall, every time I washed the car after a trip on the road, the stuff fell off on the lawn and turned so hard, I had to use a sharp spade to remove it from the lawn AND in some cases actually had to dig up some of the lawn. 

To say you can track down a person or a car that lives on our road would be an understatement.  We leave signs everywhere we go.  

The neighborhood has voiced their individual opinions to road officials, and we have received assurance that when and if a fix can be done, it will happen. 

During the interim and for the past few months, the photo above illustrates a portion of what happens to the car when the road is not frozen.  

Another portion of what happens during these times must be experienced firsthand, while inside the car, to truly appreciate the fact that we are not happy with our road.

Try driving in thick, slimy soup when the consistency makes the car meander all over the road. 

We're also hoping our cars and our bodies survive this endless road misery. 

In fact, try walking in thick soup.  Not a pleasure, especially knowing you're gonna bring a lot of that soup back to the house. 

To make matters worse, right now, we're also playing "dodge the potholes."  

I think what irks me the most, however,  is that when I actually do escape the churning, potholed mess (it's about eighth mile from our driveway to Selle Road) and drive to town, I have to leap out of the car.

If I forget and don't leap from the car, the calf area on my left pant leg is covered with a large, thick patch of oozy mud.

Furthermore, prior to walking into the grocery store is NOT the time to attempt removing the big blight off the back of the leg cuz, of course, it's still wet.  All you're going to do add to the mess by having your hands covered with mud.   

Instead, I guess maybe I could stand at my car before entering the store and do some fingerpainting on my pant leg, so at least I'd look artistic. 

Hmmm, just thought of that.  And, by golly, maybe there's a contest possibility:  who can come up with the best pant-leg artwork?  Only requirements:  must be Selle Valley ooze. 

Anywho, things are icky, filthy dirty out here, and from what we can all tell, it's gonna get worse before it gets better. 

Today, because of a steady downpour, my car is getting a bath from Mother Nature, but I'm betting there will be tracks left where the car now sits, and, of course, when we walk through even those tracks, the stuff comes into the house.

This morning, when I put on my boots in the garage, a large patch of Selle Valley ooze remained on the floor. 

Enough of that:  time to talk about cute.  

Little CB has only one antibiotic treatment left, and as you can see from the photo, he thinks his medicine is lickin' good. 

My little guy also seems to like me, and I love that.  

Last night I listened, over the phone, about how another little 4-legged guy seems to like his new owner.  

My brother Kevin received the gift of a little Palomino named Newly from his wife Joyce for Christmas.  

Newly aka comes from the same "litter," as Kevin calls it, at Ravenwood Arabians, and he went to his new home in Frenchtown, Mont., yesterday.  

A bunch of us family members and friends now have those babies, and I'm thinking we're gonna get downright obnoxious with the stories and pictures. 


Cuz they're so darn cute, and when they like there old fogey humans, that's an added plus. 

Since today is Throwback Thursday, I went through my photo library and picked out some shots from January, 2008.  

That was the year of snow----so much snow that buildings caved in, including our vinyl storage shed.  It was also the year we had no deck roof, and when the snow kept falling and falling and falling, it would roar off the roof and eventually formed piles so high we could not see out many of our windows. 

Quite a year, indeed, so if you're a local, the photos bring back some of your own memories of a winter with the full meal deal----2007-2008.  

Finally, today is the day the Lord has made for all ZAGS fans who know the history:  St. Mary's Gaels and ZAGS --- always one of the more intense match-ups of the entire season.

So, I'm hoping the ZAGS greet, meet, treat them hospitably and then beat those Gaels!

It's the premier contest tonight:  6 p.m. PST on ESPN!  GO, ZAGS!

Happy Thursday. 

Throwback Thursday:  Winter 2008 . . . . 

Wednesday, January 17, 2018

Transition Time

It's a heckuva thing when tansy stands out in a field along a a country road.  

Well, tansy usually does that anyway, but when the weed in its winter dormancy actually looks kinda photogenic, you know you're getting pretty desperate and that it's still January.

Actually, I'd call that clump of tansy in the photo above more artful than photogenic.  The contrast, the seemingly interactive play between stems----yeah, of course, in mid-January that speaks to me!  

Don't ask me for any interpretation.

Same is true with dead grass hanging from barbwire.  Maybe my friend Ann could paint the image, label it "Dead Grass on Barbwire" and make a fortune.

Long story short, yesterday turned out to be one of those January semi-blah days.  Twasn't one that kept me in the house, but, after the gorgeous day we enjoyed on Monday, it wasn't exactly one to rave about either. 

The blahness of it all kept me looking toward the "little things" to amuse myself, whether it was dead tansy or simply my neighbor's barn, which is very pretty standing against the evergreens.

The palomino horse munching down on lovely green hay made a nice contrast too.  Elton Anderson's horses always get lovely green hay and lots of it too.  

In fact, I often photograph them during different seasons of the year because they are so pretty in their environment. 

The photo below the palomino was taken a few days ago.  I just thought it was pretty cute to see little CB sucking his medicine from a syringe.  

As we near the end of daily treatments for his cold, the little guy has decided he likes that medicine.  

One day, in fact, I went to get the halter from the far end of the indoor arena.  By the time, I arrived back at the door, Barbara had already administered his medicine without a halter. 

And, what can I say about yesterday?  He took his medicine from me in the stall, with very little fuss.  Afterward, we went out into the arena area to walk around and to practice a few basics like "whoa" and "back."  

Then, it was time to inspect the big, colorful ball which sits in the middle of the arena.  That's when I learned that I have me a soccer horse.  

CB's tiny little nose kept busy for about 20 minutes, nudging the ball around the arena and sometime even into the area where Laurie was working with one of her young horses on the lunge line.

Both Laurie and I were also mystified as to why CB tries to lie down on the ball.  He picked himself up off the ground several times during his play time----all very entertaining, to say the least. 

With that part of the day done and after my afternoon walk down Selle Road in a misty rain, I decided it was time to shut down the deck Christmas lights and to remove wreaths and other decorations. 

It's hard for me to shut down Christmas because I love the lights, but THIS IS the down side of January, so it's time to quit dreaming of white Christmases and start dreaming of daffodils fluttering in the breeze. 

After yesterday, most of our outdoor Christmas decorations have been put away----all except the red bows tacked to the fence on other side of a tall snow berm.  I decided to wait for more meltdown before tackling that project.

I also took a pot of pansies, which are coming back to life, from the deck to the greenhouse, after shoveling two feet of snow from the greenhouse door, of course.

Could be if we don't have any really cold weather ahead, those pansies will keep on reviving themselves and maybe even start blooming. 

And, since it's transition time, yesterday seemed like a perfect time to start adding to the seed inventory. Out came the Burpees catalog and its order blank.  

So far, varieties of lettuce and my annual six packages of red geranium seeds have been designated on the order blank. 

This January thaw has been a way of turning our minds ahead toward spring.  We all know that's a long way ahead, but nothing wrong with exercising our minds with how nice it's gonna be when snow leaves to make way for and colorful new life around the place.

This spring I'll have nearly 200 additional daffodils blooming around the yard, so that's definitely something to keep my mind excited during any future days of winter blah. 

And, I'll probably let dead tansy and equine soccer stars keep me entertained. 

Happy Wednesday.  

Tuesday, January 16, 2018

Fun in the Sun

A snow-covered beach along Pack River northeast of Sandpoint, Idaho.  A tuna RIP on a sandy beach in Kauai.  

Footgear in Idaho:  snow shoes.  Footgear in Kauai:  what else? flipflops. 

A sunny January afternoon with family members on outings nearly 3,000 miles apart.  The result:  pretty much the same with fun in the sun in the midst of drop-dead beauty.  

And, the fun part:  texting of photos going back and forth across the Pacific.  

Nobody among the trio of Bill and Marianne in Idaho and daughter Annie in Kauai was trying to out WOW anyone.  

Instead, it was more of a texting celebration of sorts.  Each of us was exactly where we wanted to be doing exactly what we wanted to be doing on a lovely January day. 

As I type, Annie is most likely looking over the lights of Seattle with plans to land at SEA-TAC in about 20 minutes.  She took a midnight flight out of Kauai and texted to us that she may be tired at work today. 

It was definitely a trip she'll never forget, having been certain for a few minutes that it was the last place she would ever see on Earth.  Fortunately, the "mistake" in Paradise means she IS seeing Seattle once more and will re-enter the status quo.  

We're happy too that all turned out well on Saturday morning when the ballistic missile alert across the islands was later deemed a mistake. 

Here in Idaho, the momentary anxiety of the event will never be forgotten.

Life did come back to normal, and, happily, yesterday was gorgileous around here and definitely not to be wasted. 

Over the past few days, Bill has been show shoeing twice at the Trout Creek Wildlife Management Area (WMA), off from HWY 200.  Trout Creek WMA connects with Ginter WMA, which is accessed on the Rapid Lightning Creek Road just beyond Pack River General Store. 

When Bill wondered if I wanted to go snow shoeing, I responded, "Not where we have to pack it down."  You see when I was doing all that snowshoeing in our woods a couple of weeks ago, about 75 percent involved packing down fresh snow.  That's a job.

I had a great time opening up new trails, but my 70-year-old body later complained with piercing aches and pains in muscles which apparently have been dormant for far too long. I did not want to feel like that again.

Then, I remembered:  if he's been out there at Trout Creek, the trails are already packed.  So, off we went.

Yes, the trails for snow shoeing out there are very nice, and with yesterday's afternoon warmth, when we decided to go off trail at the lovely old homestead along Pack River, we went with ease.  No hard work whatsoever, just a lot of time spent gawking and admiring the winter beauty.

We met one other snowshoer along the trail.  He had enjoyed a trek clear to the clearcut on the Ginter side of the combined WMA where the Pack River meanders through managed wildlife habitat. 

Once we arrived at the rustic old cabin, it was play time.  Bill went off to a big bolder over across the meadow and used it as a backdrop to snap a cell phone photo of some of his gear.  He later sent the photo off to Kauai to Annie, who had given him some of the gear. 

I mosied around the cabin and enjoyed taking photos of its basic construction. Some is not doing so good these days after decades of weather wear and tear.  While I took pictures, snow continued to melt in the afternoon sun and some big chunks fell to the ground from the lichen-dotted roof. 

Twas a great outing, and this morning, so far, no muscles are screaming.  So, I'm happy, and now that I'm finished with this post, I'm guessing Miss Flipflop has arrived back from Paradise to home ground in Seattle.  

This is truly a story of "All's Well That Ends Well."  We are thankful and blessed. 

Happy Tuesday.    

First time ever:  BIF on snowshoes! Marked that off my bucket list!

Monday, January 15, 2018

A Good Day for Restoring The Dream

Today seems like a good day for doing something to enhance Dr. Martin Luther King's dream and to remind us of the dreams we've all cherished in our history as immigrants turned Americans. 

When my older brother Mike, whose political views often conflict with my own, posted the following letter that he had sent to his Washington Congressional delegation on Facebook this weekend, I shared it on my wall. 

Mike told me last night that he really appreciated the support he received through positive comments and "likes."  

He added, however, that those efforts were nice, but he would really like to see people send similar messages to their Congressional delegations. 

This morning, while posting a comment on Facebook about Mike's wishes, it dawned on me, "What better day than today!"  

We are celebrating a great American voice who shared his personal dream in the midst of the Civil Rights Movement. 

Dr. Martin Luther King's words have resonated ever since. 

In the past few months we have heard other words and thoughts counterproductive to Dr. King's uplifting and hopeful message.  

To many of us, those words are also counterproductive to the principles and values in which we, as Americans, have long believed----whether Democrat, Republican, Independent, etc. 

So, what better moment than during this time in our nation's history and on this historical holiday,  to do some positive gesture reaffirming the historic principles and values of America.

First and foremost, the gesture could simply be to draft and send a letter similar to my brother's to respective Congressional delegations across the nation.  

Wouldn't it be cool to flood those Congressional in-boxes with this message TODAY.  

And, wouldn't it be even cooler if our elected officials actually responded with a collective, unified and clear message of their own that we, as Americans, respect and honor all the peoples of the Earth----not just ourselves. 

On this particular day, I believe that writing these letters could have a significant and positive impact on the national conversation.  Also, if we saw a quick and positive response, the effort could restore the credibility of our nationally elected officials in general and our respect among the nations of the world. 

If such a one-day movement were to happen by citizens passing the message everywhere throughout America, Dr. King's legacy and his dream could receive the ultimate honor. 

If letters are not your cup of tea, make a difference today by doing something positive, even something so seemingly insignificant as smiling and saying hello to strangers.

You could perform a random act of kindness or, even here in Idaho, donate to one of your important causes or sign a petition to help the measure to extend Medicaid in Idaho to appear on the ballot. 

You could even simply sit down for a few minutes and read Dr. King's "I Have a Dream" speech and apply some aspect of it to an idea of your own. 

It can all add up to something good, and the best part: any gesture of this kind can truly celebrate what this national holiday honoring Dr. King symbolizes----this year especially. 

So, below, you can read my brother's letter, and I'll include contact information for the Idaho Congressional delegation. 

 "Dear xxxx:

I won’t rehash President Trump’s remarks of January 11 here. We’ve all heard them, and it’s clear that many, if not most, Americans found the remarks repulsive.

Our tradition holds that in communicating with other nations, our President speaks on behalf of our country. 

It is probable that people in other nations, particularly those offended by the President’s remarks, know that the American people—indeed, other branches of our government—may hold views that differ from those of our President.

Given the egregiousness of this incident, I’m wondering if it may be time for other branches of our government, namely our Congress, to assert those differences. It may be appropriate, for example, to introduce a Congressional resolution in both houses in order to distance our Congress and our people from President’s remarks.

I'd suggest wording similar to the following:

'Be it resolved that the Congress of the United States of America affirms, respects, and upholds the dignity of people of all nations, regardless of race, creed, faith, gender, or national origin.'

Such a statement would communicate clearly that the views expressed by our President are not the views of the American people or of our institutions.

Thanks very much for your consideration."

Idaho Congressional Delegation:  

Rep. Mike Simpson 

Rep. Raul Labrador

Sen. James Risch

Sen. Mike Crapo

Please feel free to share this posting as often as you wish. 

    Sunday, January 14, 2018

    Chilling, Helpless

    Text received from our daughter Annie aka Mia Wallace on Facebook from the Hawaiian island of  Kauai yesterday morning.

                                                                           I love you.

    In Idaho, our phone rang just a few minutes after we had been texting family banter back and forth to Annie.  Bill wanted her to know that he had finally gotten the 4-wheeler to start.  

    The UTV had been left outside during the cold, cold weather, and with yesterday's temps above freezing, he was able to start it.

    "Tell Annie the 4-wheeler starts and maybe she'd rather be here," he said, as I filled a bucket of water for Lily's stall.

    A minute or two later, he started down the lane toward the house, and I was able to catch of photo of him driving and three dogs bounding around the vehicle with their usual barking and excitement. 

    So, I sent the photo and Bill's message across the sea to Kauai. 

    Twas obvious from her brief comment that she was thinking "thanks but no thanks."

    Minutes later, both of us returned to the house and soon after that, the phone rang.  I could see that it was Annie.

    It seemed strange that she would call us over our exchange of fun family banter. 

    "There's a ballistic missile warning," she said. 

    At first, those words seemed so outlandish that I thought I heard her wrong. 

    In the next exchange, I detected immediately that Annie was genuinely rattled.  

    "I sent you a text message," she said. 

    Still in disbelief but sensing her uneasiness, I asked her some dumb questions.  Don't ask me what they were.  In situations like that, the brain is going through a major disruption. 

    Annie's text had not yet shown up on my phone.  During that realization, I put the phone on "speaker" so Bill could hear. 

    Then, an instant later the text (as seen above) appeared on my cell phone. 

    To say I lost my cool would be an understatement; to say I had any wisdom to offer would be a stretch at best. 

    What I remember most about those few minutes was the "I love you," sent to Dad, Mom, Willie and Debbie and the "I don't know what to do or where to go." 

    At one point, anger set in. Why do we live in a world where two crazy, arrogant, inhumane bullies are allowed to stoke such an atmosphere of fear?

    That observation, however, would do no good at this moment when our daughter, thousands of miles away, was living the very thought of living her last few minutes on earth. 

    Annie was not alone.  There were others in the streets at the hotel who had received the same text message, who were also living in fear, desperation and total confusion. 

    Gathering my thoughts through the tears, I asked Annie if she had gone to the hotel desk and asked.  Yes, she had.  They did not know what to do. 

    Then, Annie asked me to turn on the news to see if we could learn anything.  I did so.  There was nothing. 

    We agreed that I would keep watching and get back to her as soon as I heard anything. I turned channels, and, of course, the topic on each channel dealt with none other than the latest idiotic and insensitive behavior of our President. 

    By this time, I said to Bill that maybe this was a hacker and maybe this was not really true. 

    Then I googled "ballistic missile Hawaii," and when sites opened up, the first item stated, "I have called Civil Defense, and this is a mistake." 

    With a sense of relief, I called Annie, who was just hearing the same news.

    The aftermath of this incident for us personally was total relief coupled with the stark realization that we had just spent a brief period faced with the worst possible news we could have ever imagined in our lifetimes. 

    And, yes, tears.  Realization of that worst possible outcome  will do that to anyone, I believe. 

    In my mind, the person who made the mistake needs a reprimand and whoever is responsible for the alarm system which allows such a mistake to happen so easily needs to revamp the system immediately so that such a mistake cannot happen.

    Considering how long all those people on the island lived in real fear, it seems urgent that the efficiency of systems designed to alert the public that the warning was in error need some serious review. 

    The system definitely needs immediate improvement. 

    Also, information regarding basic emergency strategies should be provided upon arrival or easily accessed in places like Hawaii where thousands of tourists are coming and going every day. 

    All that said, I believe that the people who, on a daily basis who irresponsibily create an atmosphere of fear through their bombastic, immature and thoughtless rhetoric should take personal responsibility for level of desperation and emotional distress this caused not only among residents and visitors to the Hawaiian Islands but also with every loved one around the world who helplessly lived the horror from afar. 

    This morning, I am featuring a Facebook reflection from Annie and responses to her thoughts.     

    This morning as I was packing my things up for a day of hiking, snorkeling and exploring the beautiful island of Kauai I was interrupted by a warning message on my phone I never thought I’d get in my life. “Extreme alert: BALLISTIC MISSILE THREAT INBOUND TO HAWAII. SEEK IMMEDIATE SHELTER. THIS IS NOT A DRILL.”

    I remember hearing about nuclear arms races and the Cold War as a didn’t feel like something that would ever affect me even though I knew there was tension. Perhaps I was too young to be scared. But lately I’ve been scared. There are madmen in power of powerful countries that would rather boast about their “buttons” than try for a little diplomacy.

    Today I was faced with the realization that I may only have about 15-30 minutes to live. I didn’t know what to do. I yelled down to other people scrambling in the parking lot of the motel I’m staying in to ask if they knew where we should take shelter. They didn’t know and they had the same worried look I did. One man tried to call 911 only to get a busy signal. An entire state didn’t seem to know what to do.

    I called my mom because I didn’t know what else to do. The mainland US had heard nothing at that point. “Mom, there’s a ballistic missile threat on Hawaii right now and I don’t know what to do.” She could hear the shakiness in my voice. She asked if I had asked others at the hotel about what to do. As I told her, everyone else had blank faces when I talked to them and didn’t know what to do or where there was any kind of bomb shelter on the island.

    After talking to my mom, I wondered if I should just stay in the concrete motel or drive to the nearest beach to be at a place that made me happy if this was my last few minutes on Earth. Those that know me, would know that ‘Adventure Girl Annie’
    would want to be on the beach.

    We shouldn’t live in a world where one has to worry about nuclear weapons. And we shouldn’t live in a country that has a president joking about the size of his nuclear button. These are real lives at stake...and today, for 25+ minutes, I thought it was mine.
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    Petra Grewe I really hope that none of us have to worry about such a message. I mean I hope we will never get it. But it is sad that we actually have to deal with it because there are people who use it lightly to demonstrate their own power. I hope that this case will never really happen and I hope that none of us have to experience those minutes that you had to experience yesterday ....
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    Barbara Tibbs Well put Annie. These are scary times. No one should have to have such decisions to make.
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    Ursula Grass I read about this wrong message in the news yesterday and had to think of you. I can imagine which awful feelings were caused and I'm happy that you and all people at Hawai are safe
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    Kat Wheeling I've been thinking all day about you and other friends, co-workers, and loved ones in Hawaii. I'm in tears right now reading about your experience. I am so sad this happened to you, and I can't imagine what you were feeling. Thank you for sharing this introspection with us. Keep looking up.
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    Mia Wallace It’s all I’ve thought about all day, so I thought writing it out would help me process it better.
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    Kat Wheeling I read your post, showed it to my husband, and we were in shock. It must have been about 2-3 minutes after you originally posted. I immediately googled the threat and nothing. I can't tell you what a relief it was to see the post from Pan Georghiou. Great update re Tulsi Gabbard 's Twitter feed. My BBC update sounded about ten minutes after you posted. Surreal.
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    Mia Wallace Yeah, when I called my mom there was nothing anywhere on tv about it. I only heard about 25 minutes after getting the message from someone in the motel parking lot that their son heard from his college that it was a false alarm. Finally CNN had a story about it being a mistake.
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    Judy Rudnick Not sure if you have caught any of the local news, which is reporting this was the mistake of one person. This sadly does not surprise me. Hawaii is an interesting mixture of anarchy and bureaucracy. And since the sirens did not go off, (and I am us...See MoreManage
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    Mia Wallace Yeah....I kept thinking there should be sirens. I saw what looked like a military helicopter fly over so that to me was a sign that it was real. And just the panicked look on people’s faces...what do you do?
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    Judy Rudnick Not to be a complete nihilist, but the truth is there is not much you can do in 15 minutes. Unless you can get to a concrete structure there's not much protection to be had. If you are not with the ones you love the most getting in touch with them makes sense.
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    Mia Wallace Thats what I did. The motel walls I figured were my best bet anywhere nearby.
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    Angela Klemp My friend living in Hawaii wrote a post for Washington Post about how she climbed into an empty bathtub with her dog and daughter and cried. How terrifying. We saw the news after we got off the plane in Tokyo and after it was resolved. I'm so glad you're okay and I'm so angry some irresponsibility caused such fear for so many people.
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    Judy Rudnick I often tell people Hawaii is really not in the first world, and stuff like this morning's false alarm are why.
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    Mia Wallace My friend Angela’s friend wrote this. She was more prepared than I was. I felt good because my backpack was stocked with food and water for my upcoming hike, so I was ready to go if I did have to go somewhere else to take shelter for a while. The funny...See MoreManage
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    Lutz Lehmann Beautifully written, considering the awful topic. It is personal stories like that, what our so called "world leaders" should get to read a thousand times every morning, so that they'd have somewhat of a moral guideline.

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    Mia Wallace Yeah, I am worried where the future will take us.
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    Diane Moskal Can we please have some diplomacy with North Korea now?
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    Martin Riesch well written Annie! ... my first thoughts were yesterday: oh no, now it's reality. Fortunately, it was a mistake that scared so many people. ... what went through my mind: I thought about how it was 30 years ago - in the cold war. I was not even 10 yea...See More
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    Lutz Lehmann Having been born and raised in East Berlin, these are my thoughts exactly...
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    Polly Morran What powerful thoughts and am glad you are ok your poor mum must have been so worried keep safe and if you need to immigrate come stay with us xxx
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    Torsten Hübner I'm a cold war kid, too. And I've made my decision very long time ago. I probably would drive to a beach, too. But in lack of a shore, I would grab the ones I love and drive as close to an arrmy base or other priority target as I could. If this day ever comes, I want it to be over for me in a second and I don't want to see that "day after"...or the days of hell following.
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    Erik Carib Some people do make a real mess of the world that belongs not only to all humans but also to all other living creatures. Lets make sure we aren't the ones who create that mess. The least thing we can do. 💚
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    Mark Ritter Wow Mia, you and my other friends in Hawaii were on my mind a lot yesterday.
    I recorded all of the national news last night mainly to see recorded scenes of the panic this caused. 38 minuets of terror that shouldn’t have happened. I can’t begin to imagine the psychological toll.

    I’m a radiation safety officer among my many other duties. I know enough that I wouldn’t have panicked but I would probably have been even more scared. The concrete structure you were in was the best place to be. Underground would be even better. You are pretty much protected by alpha and beta particles indoors. At least at first.

    Depending on the yield of an explosion and it’s proximity to your location, a limited nuclear exchange is very survivable. Distance and topography as well as weather might leave you completely unaffected and that’s about it for optimism.

    I don’t want to live through a nuclear war. The nuclear saber rattling needs to stop.