And then came October...

 

Rule #48 – You can’t control what happens, only your response to it.

Last posting, I made myself a few promises. I thought I could write at that time. I thought I could work around doctor’s appointments and helping Hub feel better. I even envisioned making notes while he was in physical therapy. Boy, was I wrong! I’ll have to remember the Alamo another time. Will Rogers’s Museum will have to influence my word-smithing at a later date.

The world as I know it is now forever changed.

When I said in that last post entry, that our next move to find the source of Hub’s back pain was another doctor, it turned out to be an oncologist. In the period of 3 weeks, we saw our family physician, a spine surgeon and an oncologist. Hub also had 2 MRI’s and a bone scan. The verdict was the same all around – cancer was back in our lives.

Hub was able to hang around at home for a bit. Sleeping was a chore. He was in big time pain from his back and it reared itself worst at night. He did feel best sitting in an upright chair. We watched a lot of History Channel together those days.

But I noticed small changes. He was having a harder time getting up from the sofa. He moved to a taller chair, but then had a very hard time getting up from that. He couldn’t take more than a few steps without stopping and catching his breath. He was using a cane, but that didn’t seem to help.

As the days passed, he seemed to deteriorate before my eyes. The robust fellow who knocked back wine at the Winemaster’s Dinner now had no appetite. He didn’t even want ice cream. I drove him the doctor’s appointments, and he didn’t criticize my driving.

We got to his spine surgeon’s appointment, and he needed a wheel chair to get into the office. It didn’t help that the girls at the reception desk hit us with, “We scheduled you for 8:40 appointment, not a 9 am one. We’ll see if we can squeeze you in.” This is after we spoke with the doctor directly who told us when to come in. That doctor was calm about telling us that the cancer had invaded the bone near his spine. There were small cracks in one of the vertebrae, which is why Hub was having so much trouble walking.

Later that same day, we met with Hub’s oncologist. He showed us the MRI results. I was never more afraid in my life. I’m not sure if the severity of the lung cancer diagnosis registered with Hub or not. He was always so stoic. Never showed his true emotions. Never showed any fear. That was Thursday afternoon. We left with a bunch of prescriptions to begin as soon as possible. Then the following Monday, he was to report to the hospital for a biopsy, to identify the “beast”. We would see what treatments were available based on the "beast" we were dealing with.

By Friday, after a few doses of the pain medication, Hub was having more and more trouble walking. He was having a hard time going to the rest room. His appetite was non-existent. We didn’t even go upstairs to sleep on Friday. We just stayed downstairs. He slept on the couch. I slept on the floor.

On Saturday, we started the day quietly. Hub was saying weird things at times. He was having a really hard time getting his point across. We both knew the pain meds were slowing his speech and making it difficult for him to get the thought out through the mouth. But as the day progressed, he seemed to get weaker. Then he couldn’t get back on the sofa without major assistance from me.

I felt like I had failed him when I said that I couldn’t do this by myself anymore. He needed the professionals taking care of him. I had to call the ambulance. I talked to the oncologist on-call, and he agreed with me. Then my call to 911…

How did things get this bad this fast? What happened? What did we miss on his other doctor’s appointments?  How did this healthy guy, who pushed lawnmowers with no problem only a few weeks earlier, become a frail, fragile fellow? And the big question... why?

Why now? Why him? Why us? We're not done yet. We are just getting started. We aren't ready for something this severe.

When the paramedics arrived, they asked Hub some questions, and he seemed a bit confused. The chief medic explained the physical side of what was happening in a calm manner. He wasn’t aware that the diagnosis hadn’t even settled into our brains yet. He didn’t know that all this information was too new to both of us.

I called my cousin and asked her to meet us at the hospital emergency room. Yes, the same cousin who only 2 weeks before buried her mother from a freak accident. This was all too much for both of us. I needed someone strong beside me. And she works in a hospital and knows the ropes.

I grabbed all the vital information I thought I’d need to take with me. The paramedics got Hub on the stretcher and into the ambulance. I followed behind in the car. My heart sank and I was tearing up as I pulled out of the driveway.

I remember feeling my late mom sitting next to me in the car. I thought I felt her rubbing my shoulder like she used to when I was a kid. I remember crying a bit as I drove out of the neighborhood.

“He’s not coming back to our house, is he, Mom?” I remember saying out loud.

 

He didn’t.

 

 

A September to Remember...

Rule # 41 – When all else fails, hang on tight!

Toyota is famous for their Christmas time ads, “The December to Remember” sales pitches. The other 11 months should be slightly ticked off with this. What makes you think it’s only December that’s worth remembering?

My whole summer was filled with ups and downs. For the most part, it was good ups and downs. Hub and I were busy, that’s for sure. We got the kitchen finished, painted the dining room, had visitors, made plans to travel, got the travel set up, then went on vacation in August and had a ball. Our only really down note was losing our 18 year old dog. Even today, neither of us is truly beyond that need for fur in our daily life.

But then came September…

You could probably tell from the number of postings that something was up. It’s not like I’ve forgotten my readers. The roller coaster that is life really had us on some serious peaks and valleys. I’m just now able to catch my breath after being sucker-punched by life.

It started just before Labor Day. My annual mammogram showed another abnormality so I was off to get that biopsy done. That came back 100 percent benign – praise God – so now it was time to start climbing the “up”.

We were leaving for a 2-week road trip to visit Hub’s cousins in Oklahoma and Texas, with a side stop to his niece in Dallas. A few days before we left, Hub’s sister called.

“Our house finally sold, can we move in with you until we leave finally for Texas?”

We said yes, got the timeframe settled, brought a copy of our house key over, and then packed up to leave on our trip. (up, down, up, down) It was going to work out ok, since we were officially to have house sitters for a few days while we were gone. But, I needed to let my neighbors know what was going on, since the sight of a U-Haul in my driveway might have Hub’s sister and brother-in-law U-Hauled to the pokey.

We finally head west at o-dark-thirty on a Monday morning. Such a peaceful, beautiful drive we had through the Maryland and West Virginia Mountains! It was a great time to ride shotgun to Hub’s driving and take pictures. We passed the exit for an asylum that was investigated on Ghost Hunters. I made a mental note to check it out further when we got to the hotel that evening. We made really great time the first day. It was also comforting to see that the DC Metro area is not immune to horrible traffic problems at rush hour. We hit Louisville, KY, at the rush and tried to get to Indiana, to a hotel we already stayed at before. It was bumper to bumper on some of the roads at that time of day. We joked that all the traffic was heading north, so that it would be Indiana’s problem from there on. Serious “up” at this point…

Hub normally likes to do all the driving. I don’t mind that. Same thing occurred this trip, too. He drove the first day. He was a bit stiff and sore at the end of Day 1. So we both did some time on the exercise machines in the hotel. As we finished our drive, I found that I was racking up lots of blog material from this trip. I started to organize it into blog topics to focus the writing a bit more. I did some driving at points on Day 2.

Oklahoma was a bit of a surprise. We crossed the border and did not see a “Welcome to Oklahoma” sign where we crossed. We saw “You are now entering the Cherokee Nation”. Hub’s cousins were so glad to see us. We relaxed, did a bit of touring in Tahlequah and Claremore, relaxed some more, talked until wee hours of the evening, relaxed and then finally agreed to do this again in the spring. Now it was off for a day’s drive to Dallas, to bunk in with his niece for the evening.

After spending the night with his niece, and catching up on the life and craziness of 2 teen girls with 2 working parents, we headed south to San Antonio to catch up with Hub’s other cousin and her hubby. He made it through cancer treatments and was doing really well, staying cancer free. Hub drove most of the way while I handled the navigation duties. Hub was very sore and stiff after all that driving. He’s not the best passenger, either, especially if I’m driving. There was a lot of side-seat driving and arguing going on when I was behind the wheel. But what else is new? More “ups”…

We got a chance to remember the Alamo – literally visit it. Lucky for us we went on a really rainy day. Almost no one was touring that day. So we had free reign of the site and could check out so much!! We walked around the tourist area surrounding the Alamo, checked out some shops, and made plans to take a Riverwalk cruise the next evening. That is, until we pulled into the driveway and my cell phone went off. Get ready to dive down the big hill.

My daughter called, so upset she could hardly talk, to tell me that my aunt passed away suddenly that morning. She didn’t know too many details at the time… she couldn’t convey them if she did, anyway. So later in the evening I made a few calls and got the details. Turns out she was killed in a freak accident in her church parking lot. People were in the process of being notified and funeral events were scheduled for the end of the week. This gave us time to get home.

We were over the “up” and now heading for a bunch of “downs”.

I drove most of the way home. Hub was stiff and sore in his back. Sometimes he would move and yell in pain. He sure wasn’t sleeping well. So we made a straight shot for home. We took Interstates all the way. As a side note, there are some places on the Interstate system that require a large bladder in your body. You can drive for hours and not hit anything resembling a rest area, unless you are a guy. This is true of some spots in Mississippi and Alabama. And don’t go getting hungry for anything other than fast food. When you do find a stop or restaurant, it usually has golden arches or a freaky-looking king nearby.

Hub is in some serious pain now that we are home. We schedule a doctor’s visit… then the doctor’s office cancels us and reschedules. We start on the funeral process; all the while Hub’s pain is visible on his face. He’s more comfortable sitting down, but chairs in funeral homes are not always easy to get in and out of. He was having a harder time getting up and down. Churches need to rethink straight wooden pews, too.  He had a hard time sitting through the Mass, and not just because he’s not a Catholic. He made it through the viewing, Mass and the burial on the third day.  Then he got to see our doctor, who began treating him for back spasms.

Now the calendar is in the last week of September. His pain is still high on the scale. The spasm meds are not doing what they should. And he is having a harder time walking. We go back to the doctor, who gives us heavier pain meds. They seem to work some. In the meantime, we need to get some tests done. He now has a referral for a spine doctor and more tests than a Maryland school kid.

In between, I am helping my cousins clean out my aunt’s apartment. They set a date of the end of September to have the place emptied out, so they didn’t need to pay another month’s rent. My aunt told my cousin on several occasions before her passing, “You will rue the day you have to clean out my house.” She did. My daughter was helping us on one of the days. She reminded me to take care of my stuff now. She’s right. I need to do that. But first, let’s get the Hub pain free.

It’s half past October and we are finally getting some answers for Hub’s back. We see another doctor today, who should have some definitive word for us. Somewhere in there, I need to concentrate on writing. Right now, this blog could be one of my mental therapy sessions. Now to keep myself calm and get him off to the doctor’s appointment…

Notes to self:

• Blog about doctor’s offices and gatekeeper/office personnel. Try to be kind.
• Blog about the Alamo and Oklahoma touring portions of the trip.
• Don’t forget the notes on restrooms on interstate highways you made on the trip. That’s worth a blog post too, even if the potty subject is a bit middle school.

Ups… downs…ups… downs… right now I could use a merry-go-round. Just for a bit. And a whole lot of sleep…

It's "Another" Day...

Rule #3 – Experience everything.

History – if we don’t learn from it, we are doomed to repeat it. These aren’t my words. They come from Greece long ago, in one form or another. Winston Churchill said something similar. George Santayana did, too. It’s a phrase that’s been used and reused, parsed and re-parsed, and in the end, proven correct. We all need to study history, and try to experience it as much as possible in our current day, so that we not only honor those in our past, but understand their vision for their future. We are living in “their vision” as we speak and what are we doing differently? How are we doing it differently? Are we doing anything differently, really? And, why?

These are questions that rolled around in my head after visiting Montpelier, James Madison’s home, in Orange, Virginia. This may sound like a strange reaction to visiting a historical mansion, and viewing the daily life of one of our “founding fathers”. But James Madison was not so much a founding father of our country, like Washington, Adams (Sam or John) or Jefferson. He was truly responsible for a lot of what we live today. James Madison is the architect of our U.S. Constitution, the major document that drives the laws in our country. It’s also THE document that’s had its relevancy challenged in the recent American press and courts. With 2012 being a Presidential election year, I wanted to visit Mr. Madison’s home to see what he was “all about”.

I went into the visit with some prior knowledge of Madison’s professional career. He was our fourth President. His wife’s name was Dolley. He was president during the War of 1812, and was the first to have to evacuate the capital city for the safety of the government. Dolley Madison was also the first to serve a new French concoction called iced cream. Being a Philadelphia native, I remember the brand “Dolley Madison Ice Cream” from when I was growing up. Beyond that, nothing stood out in my mind. Politically, he was sandwiched between Thomas Jefferson (Louisiana Purchase) and James Monroe (Monroe Doctrine).

Now his home is a National Historic Trust site. The restoration work is as recent at 2003. The goal for the restoration is to bring the home back to the post-Presidential period of Madison’s life.

There is a long, winding drive from Route 20, Constitution Highway, up to the Visitor’s Center at Montpelier. From here, you can see that this home was at one time a working farm. You can also see how subsequent owners put their own stamp on the land. The last private owner, Marion DuPont Scott, bred horses for racing. You drive past a track and can occasionally see a horse work out with the sulky for harness racing.

View from the front of the Montpelier Mansion

Pull into the Visitor’s Center lot and catch your breath, as I did, with the beautiful view of the Blue Ridge Mountains. The day I visited was hot, but the haze did not impede the view at all. You can imagine the colors in autumn. In the Visitor’s Center, I could use one of the many Smartphones with self-paced audio tours on them. These tours also have apps that visually give plenty of background for each stop on the tour. These items are free to use, just leave a deposit at the desk. Before you go a-wandering, you might want to get a snack or drink at the Courtyard Café. There are two galleries in the Visitor’s Center to check out, too. One holds items from the DuPont era; the other focuses on Dolley Madison. Now let’s go to the theater to view the film and “meet” our host for the day.

Montpelier, Orange, Virginia

Our group walks up Madison Road to the front gate of the house where we meet our tour guide for the house tour. She explains that the house we see before us was, at first, a smaller version, then expanded, then “duplexed”, and finally returned to is current look. We walked up to the porch, with a floor surface of marble, which keeps the porch 10 to 15 degrees cooler than the house in the heat of the summer.

Inside, our group tours the first floor living spaces of our fourth President. It shows the residual of when the home was a duplex, with Mrs. Madison, his mother, and her staff on one side and Mrs. Madison, his wife, and family on the other. We learn that Mr. Madison thought ahead of the territorial egos of the two most important women in his life.

As we tour the second floor, we learn more about the archeological investigations and the restoration process. The master bedroom gives you a good look into the lives – and hygiene opportunities – of those living at that time. We move into the library space, a precious location for Mr. Madison, since all of his treasured books were here. Since the books were sold off after his death, we don’t see the actual books, but we have the view of the mountains to inspire us, and a multi-media reflection on his greatest work, the drafts of the Constitution, to view. Brace yourself, too, because at the end of the presentation comes my personal favorite part: “The Constitution… Read it. Cherish it. Protect it.” Brace yourself for the cheers from those of us who want people to really READ the document.

Our tour group then moves to the grounds of Montpelier. Some of us choose to investigate the formal garden. Others check out the slave quarters site. The rest of us head into the side office where a reenactor – or “James Madison” himself – was available for discussions. Mr. Madison sits at his desk and fields questions about the reason for the War of 1812. There is a spirited discussion between the audience of now and Mr. Madison of then. We get a chance to look into how decisions of such magnitude are made. Another audience member asks about his courtship of Dolley. We find out there was a substantial age difference between them, and that Mr. Madison was truly smitten with his wife. He blushed as he described his courtship and the long lasting love he had for her. I personally, spend the greater part of an hour in the company of this gentleman.

View of the slave quarters site just outside the main house

President James Madison and yours truly after a long discussion in his office

Due to the rising heat and humidity of the day, the visit is shortened. I walk around the house grounds, and through the slave quarters area and take pictures of the site. I walk over to the area near Dolley’s kitchen where the staff demonstrates cooking techniques of the time period. There is a chance for youngsters to help in the kitchen too, with hands on demonstrations. I walk over to the other hands-on tent, where you can learn wood crafting and needlecrafts from the Madison era. I did not hike to the Forest Walking Trail, over to the Archeology Lab, or down to the Family and Slave Cemeteries. That’s for my next visit, in cooler weather.

Mr. Madison's "Temple" over the year-round ice house

Bronze rendering of Mr. and Mrs. Madison

View of the walled formal garden from the slave quarters

 

I really need to return to Montpelier. There is so much to see and more history to absorb. And my questions are still not completely answered. So much to learn about history…so much to learn from history…

What a view from the front porch!

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Confessions of the Epicurially Challenged

Rule # 46 – Learn something from every experience.

Day 1 of vaca:

Scene – Massanutten Summit unit with sister-in-law. Brother and Hub are in the background, “discussing” the political news. We are perusing the weekly events calendar for the site.

S – Let’s do something different.

Me – You don’t want to hit the winery tours?

S – No, we’ve seen them all and no one has invented a new way to make wine.

Me – Ok, so what haven’t we done around here? We are all a bit too decrepit for rafting down the Shenandoah again.

We look. We both agree it must include the lovely fermented grape juice.

Me – How about this? The Winemaker’s dinner? What do you think?

S – Expensive.

Me – Yes, a bit. But what else are we doing to stimulate the local economy around here?

Enter Brother.

S – Yo, what do you think about the Winemaker’s Dinner?

B – How much?

S – (quotes price)

B and Hub – WHAT???!!!

S – But it sounds interesting.

Me – It sounds fattening too. Yeah!

B and Hub – Hmmmm…..

B – What the heck! Let’s do it.

Hub – Make 4 reservations.

And so we did just that.

Fast forward to day 5:

We all arrive on time for the meal. We pay for the experience (ouch!!!). And we enter the dining room.

S – Welcome to the Titanic!

B – Holy crap! This all for me?

Hub – What the….?

Me – Just start on the outside and work your way in.

Seriously, we entered into a dining room set with the high formal table settings. We were anticipating a five course meal with wine. What we got was an experience fit for kings and queens, or at least Food Network exec chefs.

The Winemaker’s Dinner at Massanutten features a local winery and a local chef, who focuses on local ingredients. It’s not a dressy dinner, but the table setting alone reminds you of those company manners your mom taught you all those years ago. The “dressy” ambiance brings out the “polite and civil” in everyone.

We were seated with another couple from Michigan and the six of us bonded immediately… over baseball and football. The evening began with lots of friendly conversation, talking about kids, where we are from, do we own there or trade in. Then, our master of ceremonies began the evening’s educational program by introducing the chef and the winery representative. The chef was an executive chef from one of the onsite restaurants. His credentials were impressive and his training – well, it reminded me of the chefs I brought into the high school classrooms to talk about the career. He described how he shopped at local farms for the ingredients for the evening’s meal. Our winery representative was from Stone Mountain Vineyards. I’ve seen the signs for the vineyard as we drove around the area, but I’d never experienced their wares until this year. Both people gave us an overview of our menu of food and wine for the evening with an approximate timetable. They also explained how the food and wines were matched up. And they introduced us to the kitchen staff, a clear nod to the teamwork that is a professional kitchen.

Then the chef introduced the first course – an appetizer of garlic flan, with a mushroom salpicon. Fresh garlic was used for the flan. The mushrooms were rendered in a wine and butter sauce. It was presented with a garnish of greens. This was paired with a 2011 Pinot Grigio from Stone Mountain. The wine has a gentle taste, for a Pinot, and blended perfectly with the appetizer. The portion size was a small 4-ounce serving placed in front of the individual diner. No sharesies here! And no wine in any glass after the course was finished.

Our second course was billed as a tomato soup with cilantro and jalapeño oil. It was paired with Stone Mountain’s 2010 Chardonnay. The soup was served cold, very appropriate for the 97 degree day. It was also not a smooth puree, like a gazpacho would be. You could see the chunks of tomato and onion in your bowl. The jalapeño oil was lightly drizzled on the top of the presentation. The taste was refreshing and surprising… almost needing nacho chips, but not quite. The white chardonnay set off the spicing in the soup. There was a nice balance of zest between the two menu items. And again, there was no leftover wine.

Then… the salad course. I’m used to a tossed salad with lots of flavors mixed together, with no dressing. We were presented with a small plate of fresh spinach greens, with a generous portion of fresh onions roasted in a berry sauce. This was topped with gorgonzola cheese and roasted pecans, with a bit more berry flavoring for a dressing. It was time for a more imposing wine flavor, so Stone Mountain brought out their Maquillage. This wine was a rose` blend that took our taste buds to a new level. It was a gentle wine that added a bit of punch to the flavors of the berry sauce and gorgonzola cheese. The wine tempered the strong flavors of the food and allowed all essences of the course to blend perfectly. This was, however, our third glass of wine and you could tell a buzz was setting in. Conversations were becoming louder and there was a real party atmosphere developing in the room. Small amounts of wine were left behind, not because of flavor, but in the interest of sobriety.

The main course was next. All the other courses could be deemed vegetarian friendly, but not the main one. We were treated to braised Angus beef shanks with apples and a side of fingerling potatoes.  The beef, apples and potatoes were braised together with fresh roasted garlic, onion, and slight spicing. The food was served “dry” (no gravy, although there was some natural juices on the plate) and presented with a garnish of greens and apples. This was hearty fare, not for the small of appetite. It was paired with a very hearty red wine, Massanutten Mosiac. This wine was a blend specifically for Massanutten Resort and is only sold at one location on the property. It was a smooth compliment to the hearty flavors of the meal. The red wine drinkers among us had no problem finishing our glass and looking for more. The white wine drinkers… not so much. But there was no wine left at the table when the course was finished. All abandoned red wines found a suitable home.

Braised Angus shanks with fingerling potatoes and apples.

Me – Now I know how my Thanksgiving turkey feels… so stuffed.

S – One more course to go. This is going to be a pain to figure the Weight Watcher points for this meal. Oh well, get back to it tomorrow.

Last but not least was dessert. After all the heady flavors we consumed before now, we were all looking for something a bit light and sweet. We were not disappointed. The chef presented us with a slice of apricot pie, garnished with a brandy glaze. Apricots were blended with vanilla custard and placed in a baked pie shell and served cold. Apricot brandy was rendered into a glaze and drizzled over the serving. As stuffed as we were, we had to try it. Does the phrase “epicurial heaven” sound appropriate? It just melted in our mouths. We were served a yellow branch cherry wine as an accompaniment. This was a sweet dessert wine, designed to be sipped in small amounts. The wine was a bit too sweet for my tastes, but the white wine aficionados enjoyed the lightness on the palate.

I look back on this event as a real educational experience. Like I used to do in my classes, I needed to sit and reflect on what I learned for the lesson. Let’s see…. I learned:

1. You can eat well, eat healthy and eat delicious all in the same meal. (Ok, I knew that already as a teacher… prior learning)
2. You need to take your time eating a great meal. Savor the flavors. Enjoy the company. Drink wine if you can.
3. Put yourself out of your comfort zone. I’m not a formal dining person, but I think I held my own through the evening.
4. Chefs like to talk about their products. They like compliments. They are not just kitchen gnomes, to be hidden and ignored.
5. Kids need to experience this event too, without the wine. They could learn formal dining manners, an appreciation for the work in the kitchens, and that food other than Big Macs really do taste good.
6. They will also learn visual portion size. They will learn when enough food is enough – you know, pacing. They will see teamwork in action, in a venue that doesn’t involve a ball.
7.  I want to do this again… and soon.

S, B, Me, Hub - Very soon….

Check out Stone Mountain Vineyards at their website:

http://www.stonemountainvineyards.com/index.php

It’s worth the trip!

Quest for Chocolate and Wine

Rule # 45 – Break the rules occasionally

     It’s a warm, humid afternoon.

     My brother is tearing divots in a local golf course. Hub is catching up on his beauty sleep. Time for me to have another quest…

     My sister-in-law needed a gift for my sister. Sounds convoluted? Not really. My sister does pet sitting. The “Buffinator” is being pet-sat. Hence the need for a gift of some sort for my sister, the pet sitter. We have the perfect gift in mind, but where to find it? We found something Sis-in-law liked at Cross Keys Vineyard. Do they have the exact item we need?

     Back we both go to Cross Keys Vineyard, in search of a painted wine glass with the Phillies logo on it. The one we found was designed for a man. We need the female version. And – voila! – they have it. Step one on this quest is complete. The big problem is the wine. We are looking for a chocolate wine for the pet sitting sister. She’s the one who got us both hooked on Cocoa DaVin – a blend of merlot, chocolate and a cream. It’s a chocolate milk shake with a serious kick! We are now in search of Virginia’s version of Cocoa DaVin – if it exists at all.

     Like the Phillies at the time, we struck out at Cross Keys Vineyard. Their wines are excellent, but nothing with a chocolate flavoring added.

     We decided to head over the mountain ridge on US 33. This trek took us past Standardsville, across Route 29 to Barboursville Vineyards. On the way, it was all the car could do to stay on the road. You see, we passed a house in the mountain holler with laundry hanging on the front porch. Now this, as a picture, was shown to me by my former principal in an effort to share cultural awareness. He said the sight reflected socio-economic issues. Well – may be… but in this neck of the woods it means “Open for business – ‘shine is ready.” The car wanted to turn into the road and see if there was some moonshine available. But, I resisted.

     Now, Barboursville Vineyard is really off the beaten path, so to speak. It’s off US 33, but you need to follow the signs on small, country roads to get to the main building. But what a beautiful building it is! Walk into the main store and set yourself up for a tasting. There are twenty wines to check out, so a tasting at Barboursville should include a designated driver. We could have even had lunch at the Palladio Restaurant on the grounds.

     For my $5 tasting fee, I also brought home my own wine glass. My sister-in-law decided not to do the tasting at this winery, but she did take my advice on the pinot grigio, which is a light, fragrant dry white wine that rolls nicely on the palate.

     I tried about six more wines and found my absolute favorite Cabernet Sauvignon at Barboursville. This dry red wine carries a nice bite, but no tannin aftertaste. This wine would be a plus to any celebration, even if the party is only because it is Friday.

     Purchases in hand, we both left Barboursville, without a chocolate wine.  Surprised? So were we. With all the great red wines Barboursville offers, I was surprised that there was no chocolate version. Well, down the road a piece is Horton Vineyards. Let’s see what they might have.

     We pulled into Horton Vineyard’s drive to see a mini castle. The shop building might look small, but the bricks hold a lot of action. The main winery tour is free and takes you down to the bottom floor of the building. The processing takes place in an area built into the hillside, to keep everything cool. Both of us toured the facility before. We were both on a quest here, so we made tracks to the tasting room.

Tasting at Horton’s is free, too. They have more wine to sample than anyone could safely test in a trip. 

     We took advantage of the Xoco wine, a dessert feature. Horton offers two in this category, a white and a red. We both try the Blanco Xoco … VERY tasty! It starts with rkatsiteli, vidal blanc and the chocolate essence. The balance of the flavors is perfect for both our tastes. Now to try the Rojo Xoco… which is a blend of touriga nacional, syrah and Norton red wines with a dark chocolate essence added. The vineyard advertises that it tastes like a raspberry Tootsie Roll with a kick. It’s a pretty accurate description! I found it too sweet for my tastes, with not enough chocolate essence. My sis-in-law liked it. Neither wine had a creamy texture, like I was used to with Cocoa DaVin.  But now the major decision… which one for the pet-sitter sister?  You’ll never guess… ok, maybe you will. We got her one of each. We figured she could decide which one she liked.

     Both vineyards are close enough to visit in the same day. However, if you are a serious wine taster, visit on a bus trip or have someone else drive you. While the amounts you taste are small, you can still get a nice buzz from your tasting experience. Not safe you are the one behind the wheel! Check out both vineyards on their websites:

Barboursville Vineyards - http://www.barboursvillewine.net/winery/

Horton Vineyards - http://hortonwine.com/

     Quest is complete, for now. Now time to head back over the mountain to our vacation unit. On our way back, we pass the turn off to VA 20 for Montpelier, James Madison’s home. That will have to wait for another day. 

Wait... tomorrow is another day!

Speed bump on Holiday Road

Rule # 43 – Always look on the bright side of life (Pythonism, not a Gibbsism) 

     Time shares… the only way, some years, our family even had a vacation. It’s great to get away, to fun places we would never have even considered visiting, unless we were staying close by. Plus, the room part is already bought and paid for. We can vacation as frugally or extravagantly as our current finances allow.

     We have a time share at Massanutten Resort and we really enjoy our unit and just the get-away from the day-to-day back home. We have timeshare too, with another company and are now able to get away to a number of different places each year.  We always look forward to these vacations. The trips get us to places we can explore for history. They are highlights of our years.

     One part of a time share vacation is the inevitable sales breakfast. When you check in, the sales people meet you and set you up for the “free” breakfast so they can “update you about the resort, and let you know how the timeshare industry has changed in the past year”. There’s always a freebee at the end of the presentation, too. But you have to sit through the whole thing to collect.

     We’ve refused to attend in the past. That wasn’t a problem. But this year we decided to sit through it to see what the new pitch would be. It is a game with Hub and me now. Let them throw anything at us and see what we will hit. We double dog dared them!

     The day started as expected. We are checked into the breakfast and met by our starting pitcher. She is a pleasant person, very conversational and not at all pressuring at this point. We start the process with a “survey” of our experiences at the resort. What did we like about it, what would we change? How long have we been coming here? You know, the basic stuff about our experiences so far.

     Then we head off – in her car – to the restaurant for the breakfast. The game strategy is to keep us there so we can’t walk out if things get uncomfortable. Nice going, sales manager. Things stay light for this part of the game. Conversation is about our time vacationing and what we like to do. We eat from the breakfast bar. Drink coffee. She pitches a few things and we knock them down. We finish up there with the fastball – “let me take you over to one of our properties and show you what we have that’s new”.

     The game starts getting intense now. Score is still sales – 0, us- 0. She drives us over to the newest, high-end resort property we’ve seen in a while. These things are real luxury – if that’s what you are after on a vacation. The view from the unit is spectacular. You don’t have to leave the house to enjoy your vacation. I could cook in a full kitchen for the whole vacation.

     Not leave the house and cook for a week – and this is a vacation? I can do that at home. Forget about it!

     We both agreed that the place was nice. We were on base now. We all headed back to sales center where the pitching continued. She talked to us about the high-end place we just saw. She tried to convince us that we wouldn’t get our weeks next year unless we switched to a new plan in a new place. We wouldn’t be able to trade since our week “floats” and is not a fixed week. Hub says, “When we trade we book and fix a week, then we deposit it. It is a fixed week when we trade.” He hit a curve ball and got a base hit. We have the bases loaded now. Things get tense. Sales brings in a middle reliever. The fellow is a nice, soon-to-be-retired fellow who focuses on me. He ignores the Hub totally and asks me where I want to stay – where I am or in the fancy place we just saw. He catches his breath as I say, “Where I am.”

     “What? I don’t understand how you can pass this up.” One run in… yeah!

     I explain that we don’t vacation to sit around. We tour; we enjoy off the resort. We just need a place for a quick meal and to hang our head at night.

     The pitcher tries again. “They can afford it,” he says to the starting pitcher who stayed beside him. “No, we can’t.” But none of that is anyone’s business, especially these sales people. The middle reliever took himself out of the game when he saw he wasn’t getting anywhere. The starting pitcher made one last lob. We kept saying, “No thanks”. Another hit and another run.

     Last stop was a quick closing pitch from the final check out sales person. He talked so fast that we just said “No” to everything he said. His leg kept going up and down like he was beyond hyper. Then we got handed off to another person to collect our end game prize. “We need names of people to contact for possible sales weekends.” We gave them one name and some bogus phone numbers. This was the icing on the cake. Enough already!

     We won this one. We only lost 3 hours of vacation time but we have some freebees to use for the rest of the week. We earned this win.

     Now we went into this breakfast knowing full well what was going to happen. We’ve been to others where the pitchers – all of them – have been rude, high pressure, strung out or all of the above. These sales people and the experiences they provide really do NOT represent the vacation property well, at least to those of us who are on vacation. I realize these people are only doing their job, but…. These experiences put a temporary damper on the concept of vacation.

     But I must confess a bit of evil glee from the sales process this year. You see, they use Chapter 1, 2 and 3 of the Marketing textbook I had in college. I know what they are going to do, and the order in which they will complete their mission. I know their end game. Yes, it gets me frosted when it happens, but it’s so much fun trying to beat them at their own game. It’s almost a challenge. And yes, we have pulled the ultimate marketing kiss-off by walking out on the sales person in the middle of a pitch. It really does help to “Know thine enemy” and the rules they are using, so you can beat them at their own game.

     Yes, I know that marketing course soured me on shopping forever. But I am not sorry at all. It’s made me a more aware consumer, who parts with her hard-earned bucks carefully. My purchases are my choices, and not because it’s the cool thing, the latest thing, the most dazzling thing… I either need it or can afford to want it. There was, is now, and ever more shall be the truth in the phrase, “Self, you can NOT afford this.” And guess what, kiddies? It’s NOT so bad… really!

     Well so much for the speed bump in the road of our Virginia vacation. I’m thinking to quest for more wine, visiting more wineries… sitting poolside for a bit…

     Ahhhh…… much better!

     Namaste`, y’all!

My Sanity Cause! Part 3 - the Quest for Relaxation

Rule #38 – Seek balance

     You know how some days, you’re the pigeon? Some days, you’re the statue? And other days, you just fly? You never get the “fly” time for any length of time. At least I don’t. More often than not, I’ve got my share of “statue” days, where it seems that the whole world is just a-crappin’ all over me.

     Vacations are about finding some balance in your life… living like a pigeon for a bit. It’s a time to unwind some… or just fly and enjoy the view.

     The vacation resort at Massanutten – bless them! – has lots of planned activities for us big kids. One that both families like to take in is the weekly Craft Fair/Cocktail party. I know it sounds like an odd combination, but it works. Each Monday in the summer, the ski lodge deck is transformed with local crafts people selling their wares. Some of the trip vendors who operate from the resort set up shop and sign people up for the day trips. You may even find your local neighborhood author, available for sales and autographs!

     One of the biggest reasons to check out this event is the wine tasting (now there’s a surprise). This year, the resort added beer tasting to the event. For a flat fee, you get to sample Stone Mountain winery’s fruits and/or the brewery’s brews. Yes, there is cheese with the wine. Some great mini meatballs, too. It really becomes a cocktail party as you discuss your reactions to the tastings, how the rude Yankee fans cut in front of you in line, what you will taste next, who do you see about refilling the cheese tray…. You know all the important things in life. With each tasting of wine or beer, you can feel the stress evaporate from your soul.

     I got a chance to talk some “shop” too, with Anne Mullen. She’s the local author I mentioned above, a resident of nearby Standardsville VA. My daughter bought one of her books last year and had it read cover to cover before we checked out at the end of the week. She bought the next in the series, and I got the third. Now it’s swap time!!!  Yes, my professional writing goal is to write for kids. But I need to read adult books too, to become exposed to different writing styles. You can never learn too much in this biz. Hmmm, is a book review in my near blog future?

     Well, if you can’t relax at a cocktail party – even an outdoor one – you have a bit of a problem. After that cocktail party, the ladies had no problems at all….. yay-ah!

     Then, my sister-in-law, my daughter and I took our already chilled out selves to the Massanutten Spa for our massage and facial. We were going for the super chillax on this day.

     The Spa is housed in its own building now, near the Woodstone Recreation Center. They offer a variety of services from massages and facials, to manicures, pedicures, sports massages and more. It’s not just a chick thing, either. Men and women avail themselves of the therapeutic massages, individually and as couples.

     You enter the building to the sound of an indoor water feature. Relaxing music plays throughout the whole building. You can’t check in without starting to chill out.

     The massage therapists tailor the massage to your needs at the moment. If you are having trouble with a joint, or you pulled something pitching your golf clubs at a woodchuck, the therapists at the Spa will work to loosen up and relieve as much pain as possible. My therapist focused on my neck, shoulders and upper back, since she found they were extremely tight. (All hail, computer work!) She also worked a sports cream into my arthritic knee. During the facial, she also went back to the shoulders and neck. I must have been wound up tight! But after that one-hour session, I felt like I could take on the world and all the pigeons in it. I could fly!

     The saddest part of this event is the cold towel… the signal that the facial and massage are about over. Oh well, all good things have to come to an end… even massages. But you couldn’t help but feel relaxed, at peace with the world.

     Check it all out at  http://www.massresort.com/v.php?pg=471.

     How long that peaceful, easy feeling lasts is up to you. For me, it was mission accomplished today on the quest for relaxation. Now to keep this feeling going…

     Ohmmmmmmmmmm…….