Thursday, October 30, 2014

Mama said

So,  Halloween.  Awesome right?  Got the kids costumes, getting them all hyped up.  We even managed to get them to agree to trade their candy haul for a reasonable toy.  Parenting win.

Michael went as Iron Man and Max went as Captain America.  We don't know the local neighborhoods in Yakima.  Well, the ones we do know, we want nothing to do with.  So we decide to do one of those 'Trunk or Treat' thing put on by a nearby town Chamber of Commerce.  When I was a kid nobody went to those.  Why would you?  Half of the fun was in roaming the neighborhood in the dark dressed up so no one could tell it was you. 

It's on.

Michael wanted the facial hair, even behind the mask.


I think Jarvis won't answer unless you have the facial hair.

Max is ready to protect the world.

Lemme see you war face!
No, I mean you WAR FACE!
So pumped up.  We were going to go to Sunnyside, get our trunk on and then get some food. 

It's about a 20 minute drive to Sunnyside.  It's a small community in the lower Yakima Valley.  For some reason it was hard to find a parking space. We found one though and headed out to get some CANDY!


Why are all these people standing in line?

You mean to get into the 'Trunk or Treat'?

And it wraps all the way around to the back of that building?
Uh, nope.  That is like an hour line. 

Damn.

The kids even agreed.  We would skip the candy collection and just buy them a stinkin' toy.  Man, this wasn't turning out the way we thought.  But, we are nothing if not adaptable.  We hauled back to the car and set out to find this restaurant.  It wasn't easy to find.  Along the way a voicemail pops onto my phone.  It was from two days ago.  It was the hospital I really wanted to spend the next contract with calling to set up an interview.  Two days ago.  About an hour before I interviewed for the next contract.  The contract I signed about 4 hours before I got the voicemail from 2 days ago.

Oh well, there'd be days like this mama said.

We are happy, we have a plan.  Things are going to be fine in Santa Rosa, I'm sure.

Oh yeah, by the way.  Our next contract will be in Santa Rosa, CA.  Any interested readers in the area let us know.

Because I have a wider angle lens.


Friday, October 24, 2014

In search of snow.

We needed to get out of the house.  We haven't done much adventuring lately and it has shown on the paucity of blog posts.  There will be more on that later, but today we just needed to get out of the house.  Away, please.

So we loaded up Hondo and convinced the kids to get in with the promise that we were out to find snow.  Rumor had it that it was snowing all weekend in Ranier National Park, so we were off.  This time we did the same loop we had previously done, but backwards.  Amazing how different everything looks that way.


Also, thanks to a generous donation from Papa, I had a new lens to test out.  I had to remember how the camera works.  I'm still trying to recall all of it, but I will get there eventually. 

We stopped, much to the frustration of the kids, at a still, scenic canyon for some reflections.

Reflections of...the way life used to be...

This started my day's frustration with power lines.

Captain America takes a rare day off.

Beautiful




Something wasn't right.  My colors weren't popping the way I wanted them to and things just didn't look right at all.  I realized that I had forgotten all the filters Papa sent for the lenses and had forgotten to use my custom settings on the camera.  Told you it had been a while.

Pretty, but something isn't right...


What does this button do?

Ahhh, that's better.

Much better.

Mt. Rainier hides behind the clouds.


AS we drove through the park, I noticed some mushrooms at the side of the road.  As soon as we got out of the car, Michael noticed a lot more.

"Oh yeah baby!"

"That's a good one."

It was hard not to abandon the kids and sneak off for a hike when I saw this little trail.

But Michael needed me to photograph this mushroom.



Part of the loop is Chinook Pass and the gorgeous little Tipsoo Lake.  Remember it from our previous pictures?

Ahhh, warm and green and pretty.


A little different today.

Misty and mysterious

Fall colors

Michael liked this one. 
Ruthie mentioned something about a larch tree in Washington that turned yellow and dropped its leaves.  We decided that would be our species to discover on this trip if we could and we sure could.  There are two types of larch in Washington, the Western Larch, which grows at elevation between 2,000 and 4,000 feet and an alpine larch that grows above 5,000 feet.  Today we found the Western Larch.  Reminds me of a Monty Python skit.

The laaaarrrrch



Then it was time for the drive home.  We made one last stop for a look at Fife's Peak in the fog.  It wasn't the greatest adventure, but it worked. 

Thursday, October 16, 2014

From one nurse to another: Ebola

Hi.  For those of you who don't know me or follow the blog, my name is Eric.  I've been an ER nurse for the past 6 years.  For the last 4 years I have been traveling between different ER's across the country.  It has been a privilege to work alongside many of you.  I want to take a second to talk about Ebola.

Right now we are nervous, just a little.  Ebola is still a punch line with our grim sense of humor.  But there is a real chance that it will get a lot less funny.  It is not yet probable, but all too possible, that we will see a large number of cases in our country and in our departments. I want to be ready.

As nurses we have a few responsibilities.  First and foremost is the safety of ourselves and our patients.  I think that begins with education.  Education is a primary duty of nurses.  I am asking you to educate yourself about the virus and disease and help educate everyone else.  There is misinformation everywhere and we are singularly able to combat it.  There are enough of us out there that we can turn the tide of ignorance. 

For instance, Ebola is not airborne.  Yes, technically you could catch it through transmission of a sneeze if you were close enough, but that isn't airborne.  The distinction is important.  Droplet isn't airborne. We all know people will get an idea in their heads because they heard someone say something not quite right.  You hear someone say it is transmitted through the air and look up airborne diseases and next thing you know, people stop going to work for fear of catching Ebola.  I don't know about you, but I would like the grocery stores and gas stations and myriad other services to stay on in the event that this gets worse before it gets better.  Panic never helps.  The enemy of panic is knowledge. If you look at the early problems with this outbreak in Africa, much of it was caused by the spread of misinformation.  People refused to seek treatment because they believed the people in the hazmat suits were bringing the disease.  There is a website going around now that says Ebola was planted in Africa as a method of population control.  That type of misinformation can further the spread and keep people who might need it from seeking treatment.  Even a claim such as that which doesn't stand up to basic scrutiny, can cause massive problems if left to perpetuate unchecked.  Please correct misinformation when you see it. 

That knowledge includes us.  We need to know how best to deal with this disease if it does show up.  Look around your department and your isolation carts.  This is what you have and what you will deal with.  Not everyone will get issued full hazmat suits and gear until well after the initial patient encounters are done.  Look at what you have and practice with it.  A fellow nurse and I did that recently amid the snickers and comments of our coworkers.  I sincerely hope it remains a joke, but will be prepared if it isn't.  Our current gear leaves something to be desired and has weaknesses.  If you haven't practiced and examined and thought about this in calm times, it won't be there for you when stress arrives.  You don't want to be trying to figure out the vulnerabilities in your PPE when you are covered in possibly infectious material.  Now, when all is calm, take a look. 

Nurses and doctors have dealt with this disease safely before and we can again.  Having been all around the country, I know the nurses in our hospitals are strong, capable and dedicated beyond most people's ability to understand.  If anyone can beat this, we can. 

I want to leave you with a quote I picked up from my dad.

It is what we do now, when we don't have to do anything, that makes us what we need to be when it is too late to do anything about it. 

Now, back to your regularly scheduled pretty pictures and frivolity.

Friday, October 10, 2014

Mt. Hood Railway

I did something weird today.  It was something normal for some people, but definitely weird for me.  I woke up early...voluntarily.

And I mean early.  Before the sun.

Why? 

Well, we had planned to go to the Mt. Hood Scenic Railway today and that was going to require us to get up a little earlier than usual anyway and I had been eyeballing this picture that I thought would look best right around sunrise. 

So I actually set an alarm I didn't have to to do something I thought might be cool. Of course, it could have been cloudy or foggy and ruined it all for me, but it wasn't.  It was cold though. 

So, here it is. 

At least one version of it.
I took several shots, not sure which is my favorite yet.  The above is the leader at the moment.


I took a couple more, because it is boring when you are waiting for the sun to rise.  One or two even came out.

Morning looks cool, maybe I should do...Nah.
Farmers get to work early

Mountains are big, the sky is bigger.


Then it was home for coffee, blessed coffee, before we walked the dog and set out for the town of Hood River. 

When we arrived we found something very amusing.  The train cars are old Holland America train cars from their Alaska train tours.  They have painted over logos everywhere.  Pretty funny.

I'll be honest, the train ride was long and boring.  They played taped narration that was about five minutes off from what we were seeing out the window and it was accompanied by some of the worst music I have heard in some time.  The kids seemed to have fun though.

Happy kids, just starting out.

Still enjoying the scenery

It is pretty.

Yep, thumbs up for the train.

Trying to capture passing scenery.
And now they are just interested in their toys.

Then, after an hour or so, the train stops at a tiny little town called Parkdale.  Oddly enough, Sarah and I remembered stopping there once for a sandwich as we were driving around a couple of years ago.  Small town, but pretty with a great view of Mt. Hood and a cute little park.  I took way too many pictures of Mt. Hood, but I will spare you from all of them. 

The park had this cute/weird metal sculpture.

Max had to pick its nose. 
Family portraits.

We can tell the better photographer
Back door of the caboose, sounds dirty, isn't.

Every tourist train depot town needs an ice cream parlor

Genetically forbidden from looking at the camera


That America font looks familiar





OK, now the mountain.  

Only a couple.  Meet Mt. Hood.






Sunday, September 28, 2014

Happy Anniversary.

Thirteen years. 

Wow, that's pretty cool. 

I don't even really know how to approach telling you (and anyone else who happens to read this) how awesome you have been over the past thirteen years.  The only thing I can think to do it think back to who I was back when we met.

I was something of a mess. 

I was flitting and floating around the ether with no idea really about what I wanted to be when I grew up.  I smoke a pack or a pack and a half a day.  I was a dedicated, if infrequent, pothead.  When we married, I was working as a AV guy with J&S Audiovisual in Houston.  I lived in a crappy apartment across the street from a strip club I couldn't even manage to visit.  The only thing I was good at was apathy. 

Then you showed up.  And you did things...intentionally.  Where I would fall into some circumstance and try to make a go of it, you would make a decision to do something and then follow it through as though that was just how things worked.  What a revelation. 

Damn you were pretty, still are.  It is amazing how you seem to get better every year. 

Thank you for showing me how to do things, things I want to do instead of whatever is happening.  It has made a tremendous difference.  I owe who and what I am now to you and I am thankful for all of it. 

I love you.

Happy anniversary.

I hope we get at least thirteen more.

MWAH