Saturday, May 18, 2013

Dana's Visit to Suzhou No. 1 Silk Factory


 I visited a Chinese Silk Factory on my 2nd day in Suzhou, Jiangsu Province, China.  It was Choyers Suzhou No. 1 Silk Factory.  Built in 1926, Suzhou No. 1 Silk Factory is a model for industrial tourism in China where the complete process of mulberry planting, silkworm raising, silk reeling, silk weaving and silk quilt making take place and can be seen by visitors. 
 
Little baby silk worms eating mulberry leaves.



These silkworms have been eating mulberry leaves for a little longer and are much fatter.




 











Once the silkworms mature, they begin making cocoons.  Several ways they do this is demonstrated within the factory. 


 
 
 

 
 
Of course, it all begins with a moth who lays eggs to allow new silk worms to begin growing.

 Cocoon Cooking - The cocoon coking is to make use of the effects of water and steam to let the cocoon cavity absorb a certain volume of water to cause the sericin around the silk to properly expand, moisten and dissolve, so as to reduce the gumming force among the silk, and thus to enable the cocoon silk to be separated continuously during silk reeling.  The process of cocoon cooking is completed through the circulating of stainless steel cocoon-cooking machine.

This guy was dancing for me as I was taking his picture :-)


Next, the cocoons are "graded".  The grading process is the first procedure of the silk reeling production.  The silkworms, because of their individual difference and difference of environment in which they are producing silk and cocooning, make cocoons not of the same quality.  Some of them can be used for silk reeling, while others cannot.  The aim of the grading of cocoons is to grade them according to demands to pick out the cocoons not fit for silk reeling.  The cocoons of clean and white color, good luster, uniform layer thickness and neat shape and size are called first-choice cocoons and may be used for silk reelings.  Twin cocoons are usually used to make silk floss quilts because the silk of the two become entwined and cannot be separated for reeling.  The cocoons which are yellow spotted, perforated, thin shelled or flossy, have to be rejected.





The silk reeling is a production procedure to change the cocoon into silk.  The multi-ends silk reeling is to cohere a number of cocoon silks together from several cocoons in light of the thickness specification requirements of the raw silk after the cooked cocoons have been manually brushed and picked into correct end cocoons with one end from one cocoon.  When end dropping arises during silk reeling, it is necessary to add in the picked correct cocoons in good time to always maintain the fixed number of cocoons, so as to ensure the specifications and quality of the raw silk. 





 If you look closely at the photo above, you can see the very delicate silk strands coming from the 7 different cocoons.  Below is a video of the machine in motion.  I can't remember if the leftover shell from the worm is in the video or not. 




Re-reeling - the skein formed in the silk reeling contains a lot of moisture so the silk is re-reeled to properly dry the skein, at the same time to retain the elasticity, strength and elongation rate and to make the skeins into bunches of certain specifications to be baled and boxed for convenient transport and storage. 


Silk Weaving -

A video of the silk weaving machine...

















Two of the Wilcox kids shown helping to stretch the silk from the twinned cocoons to be used for quilt batting.


Employees stretching multiple layers of silk from the twinned cocoons onto a table to be used for quilt batting. 

For whatever reason I didn't take any photos of the finished products but you've seen silk.  It's just hard to imagine that so many annoying little worms give up their right to become moths because of our desire for exquisitely produced silk products. 

Very interesting process.  So happy the Wilcox family brought me to see this :-)
May 17, 2013 - Suzhou China

Sunday, May 12, 2013

Lessons Learned

In three days, I will be returning to China.  My ticket is purchased.  My travel visa has been approved.  My hotel rooms are booked.  I'm both excited and nervous.  I have looked everywhere for a list I made on my way home entitled "Things I Don't Want to Forget About My First Trip to China" in hopes of printing it as my blog, but since I can't find it...I'll just have to write the most memorable lessons learned and what I hope to take with me to China on this trip...

#1 - First and foremost...DO NOT DRINK THE TAP WATER.  I plan to do whatever it takes to make sure I do not do this, even if it means duct taping my own mouth while showering, taping the faucets so they can't be turned on, and having bottled water gorilla glued to my hand while brushing my teeth.  IF I decide that I need to mix water with anything, I will BOIL bottled water in the hot pot located in the room and not merely heat the tap water.  I WILL NOT EVER DRINK WATER FROM THE TAP IN CHINA AGAIN and I will also NOT ask that lettuce be added to my sandwich if I eat at Subway this time because, more than likely, it is washed in tap water.  If I learned anything...it is DO NOT DRINK THE TAP WATER...don't even let it near your lips!  It will make you violently ill and ruin your week.

#2 - Some camera's are racist...particularly, my mother's. Each time I would take a photo of a smiling Chinese person, the camera would flash a message to me that said "Blink Detected".  I'm pretty sure that "Blink Detection" is not an option sold on a camera in China, but since I don't have a camera other than my iPhone, I will probably have to take my mom's politically incorrect camera back to China with me :-)

#3 - Domestic flights inside China are confusing.  Last time, China Southern took us West and China Eastern took us North.  I am probably one of the most directionally challenged persons on this Earth so this perplexed me. This time, I have no travel companion...I'm on my own...so, hopefully I won't get lost!  There are so many people in China.  We aren't talking Bluegrass Airport in Lexington here where you might have 20 people at most in line for security 1 hour before your flight is scheduled to leave. I will be surrounded by hundreds of people who will be pushing their way through the gate speaking in a language that I neither comprehend nor even begin to try to speak.  Last time, as I was trying to get through security, Lisa was ahead of me and got through.  I was stopped and I had no idea why. Imagine a young Kentucky boy trying to communicate to an Asian lady who spoke no English to tell her there was a problem.  In this case, it was a young Chinese boy trying to communicate to an American lady who spoke no Chinese that there was a problem.  He would look at me, look at my passport, turn and look behind him.  Finally, he said "Some Ting Wong".  My heart sank and I began experiencing tachycardia (that's a fast heart rate), my face became flushed.  There are probably 20 security lines and the way they are set up, you can't see the people who have gone on ahead of you so there I was...alone and had lost sight of Lisa.  When I could finally ask what the problem was, he couldn't understand my question, but I guess he saw my look of terror and replied, "Machine bwoke. You okay."  Shewwww.  I was expecting to be whisked away at any moment with no one's knowledge and questioned in a language I couldn't understand. I calmed a little, said a prayer, and a few moments later, got the green light to continue.

#4 - Don't forget that squatty potties are elevated and when you step out of the stall, there is a step down.  Last time I traveled in February in cold weather.  While in the airport traveling to a different city, I was ill, I was wearing layers of clothes, I had on a heavy down jacket, with a heavy packpack on my back.  As I stepped out of the stall, I forgot there was a stepdown and so...I fell out of the stall landing on my left hip and rolled around on the floor like a weeble wobble trying to assess the damage.  I would have laid there and cried if it wasn't for the blessing that no one was in there at the time and I could hear people coming and so I quickly got up, pulled myself together, washed my hands and limped out of the restroom rubbing my hip and praying I would be able to walk the next day. 

You may ask if there were any good times?  Honestly, I don't recall, because the first trip was absolutely the most miserable I have ever been in my entire life.  Yes, I met some great people and I got to interact with several very sweet children.  Even through the meetings and meals, I was concentrating on not throwing up, which is not an easy task when chicken feet are on the breakfast buffet!

During staff meeting on Friday, prayers were prayed for my upcoming travels and experience in China.  Our Executive Director, Lisa, said "OH Dana! Let me go grab a Bible.  During my devotional this morning, I ran across a verse meant just for you." 

8 We do not want you to be uninformed, brothers and sisters,[a] about the troubles we experienced in the province of Asia. We were under great pressure, far beyond our ability to endure, so that we despaired of life itself. 9 Indeed, we felt we had received the sentence of death. But this happened that we might not rely on ourselves but on God, who raises the dead. 10 He has delivered us from such a deadly peril, and he will deliver us again. On him we have set our hope that he will continue to deliver us, 11 as you help us by your prayers. Then many will give thanks on our behalf for the gracious favor granted us in answer to the prayers of many.      2nd Corinthians 1:8-11

This verse accompanied a daily devotional found in a book entitled "Jesus Calling" by Sarah Young which I normally read each day as well.  That evening, I read the May 10th devotional that went along with the verse.  It reminded me not to resist or run from the difficulties in my life. My problems are not random mistakes, rather they are hand-tailored blessings designed for my benefit and growth.  I should continue to embrace all the circumstances allowed in my life, trusting God to bring good from each of them.  Problems should be viewed as opportunities to rely fully on Jesus.   Feelings of stress and fear should be an alert to me that I need more God and these needs open the door for me to be dependent on Him as I'm alone in a foreign country. 

You all know that I'm not all that excited to go back to China, especially alone, but I'm in a different place in my life in May 2013 than I was in February 2012.  During my last visit, I experienced troubles in Asia feeling I had received a sentence of death.  I realize now that happened so that rather than relying on myself or others that I would rely on God.  I will certainly be forced to do this on this trip.  He delivered me from that deadly peril and he will deliver me again.  I ask for your help through prayer and I'll do my best to keep you all updated on my travels through this blog...or Facebook :-)  I have a feeling that this is going to be a GREAT TRIP!!!

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

The Lonely Lightning Bug

In ways it seems it just happened and in other ways it seems forever ago.  When I think of that day, April 25, 2012, it comes in flashes...talking to him, getting a phone call that he was found unresponsive, leaving work in a panic, driving, making frantic phone calls, meeting my mom and dad, getting in their car, receiving the call that confirmed my worst fear...arriving at the scene, seeing his truck, the yellow POLICE LINE DO NOT CROSS tape, meeting his mother for the very first time, seeing his daughter, his family, my phone blowing up with calls and messages, my very best friends coming to be by my side, being interviewed by KSP, a white sheet covered stretcher, the Coroner's van driving away, my Facebook status that said "My heart is broken..."

In shock is where I was one year ago, my heart once again shattered, but somewhere along the way I was able to pick up the pieces and somehow continue living this

complicated
confusing
unpredictable
sometimes unbearable
crazy thing we call life

I have leaned on my family and true friends for support.  I've made new friends, I have lost "friends", I got closer to a few and grew apart from others. To everyone who has been there...I am forever grateful! 

Grief recovery is difficult.  In and of itself, grief is complicated, confusing, unpredictable, sometimes unbearable and will make you feel like you are going crazy! A person is forced to deal with grief by also facing everyday life, and that, in and of itself, is not always so easy. 

Curt Davis passed away on an unseasonably warm April afternoon. As I recall, we had experienced several days of warm weather.  I left the place where we had all gathered and went to Curt's house to pick up Mason...his dog who became mine that day.  At some point, I arrived at my Mom and Dad's house and as night fell, I saw a lonely lightning bug in the distance.  Lost in the muddle of everything that was crossing my mind, I somehow made a mental note that I was seeing the first lightning bug of the season.  Quietly, I was searching for any sign that God was in control of this complicated, confusing, unpredictable, unbearable situation, and I would later find out that He sent a lightning bug.    

The next afternoon, Emily said, "Mom, you are going to think I'm crazy, but I think God sent a lightning bug to let me know that Curt is okay and that you're gonna be okay too."  Remembering the lone lightning bug I saw in the distance the night before, I asked her to tell me more.  She said that as I was standing outside talking with my friends, she was standing behind me and that a lightning bug flew all around the back of my head, lighting up repeatedly.  She told me it was the only one she saw that night and everywhere I would move the lightning bug stayed with me.  She said, "It was like Curt...following you everywhere."  She said it gave her a little bit of peace.  I told her my story and we wondered if it was the same lightning bug. 

I shared our lightning bug story with my friend, Kathy, and asked if we were crazy.  She shared with me a similar story...an experience with another of God's creatures that she experienced after her husband passed away.  I also recall a family who has no doubt that a butterfly was sent as their message of hope immediately following the loss of their son/brother. 

But my lightning bug story doesn't end there...it goes one step further...about a week later.  My cousin, Lisa and I, were sitting on my front porch at dusk. Directly across the road from my house, were hundreds of lightning bugs, doing their little dance and lighting up like crazy.  Lisa, having no idea that Emily and I had lightning bug stories said, "Look at all those lightning bugs!  I have not seen one at my house.  I guess because they are all down here!" 

Confirmation...

The Firefly -  representing the light that Curt brought into my life, if only for a short season and a reminder that God is always lighting my path, even when I close my eyes refusing to see it.  I thank God for all of His creation, the people he has sent into my life, a sweet dog named Mason and for sending fireflies each Spring to remind me that everything is going to be okay.  For the changing seasons on this Earth and His patience with me through the changing seasons in my life.  For the realization that above all, I need to seek His will for my life as he lights the darkness...



From "All My Life" by The Band Perry..."Would you catch a thousand fireflies, yeah put them in a lamp to light my world.  All dressed up in a tux and bow tie hand delivered to a lonely girl." 

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Happy S.A.D. Day :-)

Today is Single's Awareness Day. Some of you may call it Valentine's Day.  Others may refer to it as February 14th. Some may not care and just think it's another Thursday.  Some of you may call it an overly consumer rated Hallmark holiday.  Still others may be celebrating their wedding anniversary (I hear it's a very popular day to do this). Regardless of what YOU call it, I really dislike loathe despise HATE this holiday.  Happy SAD Day to me!

Pitiful...I know. Truly, the entire day is a reminder to single people everywhere that they are, in fact...SINGLE.  Television commercials about rings and things. Radio commercials about love and stuff.  80s love songs.  Movie releases by Nicholas Sparks...the true romance writer of today.  Shall I go on?  I've had no less than ten happily  married people tell me that today is "just another day."  I guess at one time in my life it was just "another day" to me too.  But then...I found myself divorced a widowed girlfriend single.  And for the past three years...it hasn't been "just another day", it's been a terrible reminder of being alone. 

Last year, I got a break from the loneliness because I was dating Curt.  But...guess what?  I spent the entire day on a plane, flying from China back to the USA.  By the time I arrived in Kentucky, it was February 15th and I was exhausted.  Curt met me at the airport with a hug and a kiss and a gift certificate for a massage and acrylic nails.  First time I had gotten a Valentine's gift since BEFORE my divorce but it wasn't on the 14th!  It was nice though :-)

Driving home from work today, I was listening to K-Love...you know...positive. encouraging.  K-LOVE??  Gary Chapman, author of the Five Love Languages was the guest speaker. I recalled taking the Love Language quiz years ago and my first love language is "Positive Affirmations".  I'm not sure if my 2nd one is gifts or good deeds or one of the others but...I like gifts on Valentines Day for sure :-)  Of course there was a message from K-Love reminding the single people that even though we might not have been given a box of candy and may not have received roses, that God loves us more than anyone and His love endures forever.  I know this...I teared up a little as they said it and I thanked God for loving me and once again prayed that if he isn't going to send someone in my life to at least take my desire to have someone...OUT.  Even with the prayers...it doesn't stop the fact that I would appreciate some candy or flowers or jewelry...or even a positive affirmation :-)

I wasn't a total scrooge...I wore red today.  And I did have fun exchanging "valentines" with a few friends via text message.  My boss gave me some candy and a ring that lights up and as we put them on, she and I made our attempt to dance and sing like Beyoncé to Single Ladies...you know the one...if you like it then you shoulda put a ring on it?

To all of you who are married or have a significant other in your life...or heck...even a date on Valentine's Day...be happy about that and enjoy every moment!  Maybe you didn't get the kind of candy you like.  Maybe you wish he would not have spent so much on the roses.  Maybe you waited too long for your table at the restaurant. Maybe you wanted jewelry.  Perhaps you had to cook and clean the kitchen.  Perhaps you are sick.  Perhaps he is sick.  At least he's keeping you company...and believe me...when you have that and then it's gone (because of a breakup, a divorce or death) ...it means more than you can imagine. 

Here I sit...on this Thursday evening...blogging because it's the only therapy I can afford. My kids are with their dad.  The dog is in the other room because he stinks.  I fixed myself a cold sandwich, drank a bottle of water, and ate some mint chocolate chip ice cream and just finished watching one of my favorite movies...VALENTINE'S DAY.  Where there is an adorable little boy named Edison, where Patrick Dempsey plays a cheating husband and where two of the best looking actors in Hollywood end up being gay.  Happy SAD Day to me :-)

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Life is a Highway

On April 1, 1989, at the tender age of 18, I nervously walked down the center aisle of the church I had grown up in.  With a huge smile on my face and many hopes for my future, I was given in marriage by my "Daddy" while wearing a beautiful white wedding gown. Before God, our pastor, and approximately 200 family and friends, I said "I do" and made the Biblical promises to love, honor, cherish and yes... [don't cringe]... even to "obey".  I took very little into that marriage.  I had a high school diploma and almost two semesters of college under my belt, a part-time job, a used car, some stuffed animals, my clothes and some cheerleading trophies :-).  I had grown up in a loving two-parent home and brought with me the morals and values I had been taught and the hope that I would grow old with this man I stood before, not thinking about it, but assuming that one day I would be buried next to him.

Fast forward 20 years...

In those 20 years we built a home together, we built a family together, we incurred debt together and experienced life together...just the two of us.  In the beginning we were showered with gifts, we earned our college degrees, took on jobs/careers that afforded us the ability to buy lots of "stuff".  We brought three children into our family, two through birth and one through adoption, and were showered with gifts through each blessing. We experienced the miscarriage of our first child conceived. We experienced the death of friends and family members. We shared laughs and memories too numerous to list.  And then...it abruptly ended in divorce and we were forced to split the "stuff", share the kids and bury the happy memories.  I was left picking up pieces of a broken heart and facing the future...for the first time...alone.

Fast forward 4 more years...

Eventually, after a divorce or a breakup from your significant other, you begin thinking that maybe...just maybe...you want to fill the void...the emptiness...and you have the desire to find another "helpmate".  This time however, in your quest for a relationship, you bring with you your children, your ex and his family, your bills, your furniture, Longaberger baskets you can't seem to sell knowing how much money you have invested in them, past memories, tons of disappointment, hurt and fears.   After four years, you may have recovered from some of the debt, the poor self-esteem issues and some of the brokenness but you can't escape the emotions and life experiences that have brought you where you are!! 

This time, you aren't choosing a helpmate and companion to build your life with...more than likely the pool from which you are choosing is floating around on the same kind of life raft you are, just in a different color.  They may bring with them a different array of things which can include children, debt, foreclosure, bankruptcy, good memories, bad memories and heaven forbid, a deer head or a huge Bass that's been mounted!  No doubt this person will have experienced love, laughter, joy, disappointment, hurt and has just as many, if not more fears than you have about the future.

I spend a lot of time wondering WHO, in their right mind, would be interested in me and the "baggage" that has become MY LIFE? I see myself as a 42 year old, overweight, brunette with too much gray who has three children in three very different stages of life.  Guys don't take much notice of me, let alone the opportunity to get to know who I am.  There are things about me I can't change (my age); things I can (my hair color); things I would never want to change (the fact that I have three adorable children who mean the world to me) and things I would love to change (my weight).  Guys tend to overlook the fact that I'm self-sufficient.  They don't seem to care that I took the time to take care of me and my kids rather than jump from relationship to relationship trying to fill that void.  They don't want to fall in love with or help support "someone else's kids".  Oh...they may have noticed the fact that I lost quite a bit of weight after my divorce, but I'm sure they also recognize I could lose more.  They occasionally notice the hint of red I like to put in my hair to cover the gray.  I get compliments on my smile, my personality, my sense of humor, but no one has really every taken the opportunity to get to know DANA!  If they choose to identify me by my past and what I carry with me, that's their loss...there is a kind, compassionate, funny, God-fearing female under the fluff and as ridiculous as it may seem, she still believes in Happily Ever After. 

I don't mean to say that no one has ever shown an interest.  Thank God that has not been the case or I would certainly be in a Blue's Bar somewhere making money on my sad lyrics.  When someone does show interest, their baggage seems to get in the way of my ultimate destination. As you set down the path of a new relationship, you must get in the car (or the truck if that's what you prefer) together, not knowing the final destination.  You must be prepared for car trouble and mishaps along they way because they can and most likely will occur.  Sometimes the children and financial woes you bring along for the ride can cause bumps along the path.  Other times an ex may climb in the car and change the whole course of travel you had planned.  At times, addiction which is out of control can cause a crash so catastrophic that the journey quickly ends.  And still there are others who stay in their own car, refusing to get in yours because its easier for them to take the bypass around the busy part of the highway.  That busy part of the highway is where you learn to share again, where you put two families in the same car and blaze unchartered territory, that is where you learn to trust again and more than anything, you learn to open your heart and love again. I refuse to let my past car trouble prevent me from traveling with a companion in the future.  I may have to get in and out of a few more cars.  When packing the vehicle for the journey, the biggest decision is determining if this person means enough to you that you are willing to pack the car together...even if it means tying a deer mount to the luggage rack of the minivan. 

But Jesus beheld them, and said unto them, With men this is impossible; but with God all things are possible.  Matthew 19:26



Monday, August 20, 2012

Vacation and Candles and Curt

I didn't realize I had never posted after returning from vacation.  My kids and I went to Florida...without Curt obviously.  I want to thank my Mom for making it possible.  We took her car and she paid for the gas and we had a very laid back unstressed week...except for an incident with my 18 year old that I am trying to forget and will not re-hash.

My friend, Lori Jo and her son, Jacob also went with us.  While I am usually a very outgoing and talkative person...I pretty much shut down that week and did a lot of thinking...and crying.  While I'm pretty sure that my Mom and my daughters and Lori Jo knew I was in a "funk" they let me be and didn't push me and I am so greatful for that...because I needed it. 

Literally EVERYTHING reminded me of Curt Davis...and while I mentioned his name a lot, I didn't want anyone to realize how much he was on my mind.  I was haunted by his presence and while I wanted him there with me I also needed to let go so I could move on.  There were a thousand times I didn't mention him and kept my thoughts to myself because I was afraid my family would think I was obsessed with thoughts of him.  Actually...I think I was!!! 

"I dropped a tear in the ocean, and whenever they find it I'll stop loving you, only then."   ~author unknown
By the time I was driving home, I realized I was ready to move on - that I needed to move on.  It doesn't mean that I haven't cried more tears...actually I shed a few on my way to work this morning, but I know Curt would want me to keep going.  He knew the struggles I had been through and he would have never wanted me to go back to the darkness he had brought me out of.  I know that.  

My ocean therapy consisted of listening to music...writing in the sand...crying into the sea...I have pics of my sand writing therapy...




This past Saturday, Edison and I ran some errands in town and while we were there, I asked him if he wanted to go get a flower and put on Curt's grave.  He told me he did and then he asked, "Are you going to cry?" and I said "No, I'm not going to cry this time."  He said, "When Curt died, you cried a lot because you were sad." and I said, "Yes, I did...I cried because I missed him."  He said, "I still miss him." and I said, "I still miss him too Edison." And then he said something that broke my heart..."When you are so sad, it is scary to me."  I told him I was sorry that I scared him and I knew that it must have been scary to see me crying and sad all the time.  I told him I was much better and that we could still miss Curt without all the crying.  At least he won't see me cry.

I'm the one who puts the red rose on Curt's grave.  I would like to do it more often than I do, but I don't go into Lancaster very often and when I do, it is usually after the florist is closed.  Shon Hampton, owner of Family Crafts and Flowers gives me a red rose for free for Curt.  Shon lost her husband in an accident many years ago.  They had not been married long.  Shon has been so sweet to me, so understanding of my feelings.  Although Curt and I were not married, she understands losing that "new love" and all the "what ifs" and the unanswered questions that will always remain.  Shon remarried and had a child who is now grown and also married.  She reminds me that even though I feel like I may never find it again...that I will and that life moves on and happiness is out there. 

While in Shon's shop the other day, I decided to buy Curt's favorite candle...a Hot Maple Toddy Candleberry Candle.  Curt was obsessed with cleaning his house with Pine Sol and Lysol and always had at least one if not two or three Candleberry Candles burning.  He had even had me stop three different times to pick up one for him.  And then I remembered a Curt story having to do with a fire...in the house...

Curt was feeding the horses early one morning, Gabby was in the living room watching tv and I was still snuggled in bed.  It was cold outside.  There was a candle burning in the bedroom and it had been burning all night.  I heard a pop and a crack and didn't think much about it but then I thought...that could have been that candle.  I rolled over and to my surprise, there was a fire on the bedside table and then I looked in the floor and there were three more tiny fires which were getting bigger.  I stayed calm and I yelled for Gabby..."Gabby??  I don't want you to freak out but I need you to bring me a pitcher of water in here."  She came running down the hall and her eyes got huge and she said "Where's Daddy?" and I said, "It's okay, he's feeding the horses, I just need some water."  She ran and got the water...handed it to me over the fire, threw open the back door and yelled at the top of her lungs..."DADDY, THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE!!"  By that time, I had poured water on each of the four flames and was trying to wave the smoke out of the room to keep the smoke alarm from going off.  I was waiting for the jar to cool to start picking up the pieces which had burst into 4 big chunks and lots of little slivers.  Melted wax was EVERYWHERE.  Of course, Curt couldn't hear Gabby because he was up at the barn.  She was getting her boots on to go get him and I called him on the phone and said, "Ummmm...there's been a fire at your house but I've got it under control.  It's out and I'm cleaning up the mess."  When he got to the house, I had a butter knife scraping up the cold wax and we cleaned up the glass together.  We learned a lesson...never leave a jar candle burning unattended, especially at night while you are sleeping.  There were so many what ifs that could have happened...what if I would have been fully asleep and not heard the pop and the crack...what if we had both been sleeping...what if I hadn't rolled over...what if the bed had caught on fire...or the sock that one of the flames landed next to...we were going through all of the scenarios.  I said, what if I had been trapped and couldn't get out?  And he said, "Honey...I promise I would have busted through these flimsy walls to save you...I'm pretty sure I could do it...or you could have just jumped out the window right there and not even broke a fingernail."

Let me go blow out my candle...it's time for bed. 


 


Thursday, June 28, 2012

Dear Curt (Letter #3)

Hey Curt,
I've had a pretty crappy couple of weeks.  Actually, the past two months have not been all that great...but July 2nd is quickly approaching.  I was so excited for the six of us to go on vacation together and I know that you were too.  We had teased that either we would come back ready to make a commitment or it would cause a break-up. Who knows what would have happened?  I guarantee we would have had fun though...we always did when we were together :-)

So...I'm leaving this weekend.  Me and my kids and my mom are headed to Florida.  Thank goodness for my Mom, I don't know what I would do without her.  Jeremy is staying at my house and he and Daddy are going to dog sit Mason.  Mason is a great dog but he gets quite destructive when left alone.  He also will not eat if no one is home.  I hope he will eat while I'm gone!  He got nervous after you died and started chewing on a place on his back but the hair is finally growing back in so I guess that means he is adjusting well. 

Mason's 1st birthday is tomorrow!  I finally registered him the other day.  The people who gave him to you had named him Mason Xanadu but I changed his name.  According to the CKC (Continental Kennel Club) I am the proud owner of a male, red merle, Australian Shepherd born June 29, 2011 and his official name is Mason CurtDavis.  Now, anyone with registered puppies from him will know that he belonged to you...that's why I chose that name.  He is an excellent guard dog - very protective of me and Edison - a little too protective sometimes.  He hates when I discipline Edison!  I had to get on Mason one night for acting crazy when Edison was throwing a tantrum.  Now, when Edison is in trouble, Mason goes and lays in my closet.  He can't stand it!!!  I never really wanted a dog but having Mason has been great!  I love having him around to keep me company.

So, I've wondered how we would have ended up driving to Florida. You kept going back and forth between taking my car or your truck or renting something bigger.  Last I heard, you said we were taking your truck and going Hillbilly style with all of our stuff strapped on the flatbed - LOL. You also said you couldn't leave Mason behind.  I'm not sure where he was going to ride??

Oh...and I think the plan was to Nair your back before we left - hahaha!!  You and your hairy back.  It was your idea though...you said you wanted it shaved, waxed or Naired.  I think I wanted to wax because I knew that would be the most painful and you wanted to Nair because that would be least painful.  I'm laughing as I type this because we had this silly discussion way too many times and would always start laughing. 

There's a song that has been on my mind for awhile.  I hadn't heard it in a long time and heard it a few days after you died.  I felt like it was a song "sent to me from you" and when I heard it, I immediately thought of how sad it was going to be when I got to the ocean without you.  I know I'm going to think about you a lot.  I plan to relax and enjoy the sand and the sun.  I have no doubt that I will miss you being there but that I will feel your presence.  Mostly, I want to come home with a clear mind and a fresh start knowing that you will always have a special place way down deep inside my heart...

PLEASE REMEMBER ME/Tim McGraw

When all our tears have reached the sea

Part of you will live in me
Way down deep inside my heart
The days keep coming without fail
A new wind is gonna find your sail
That's where your journey starts

You'll find better love

Strong as it ever was
Deep as the river runs
Warm as the morning sun
Please remember me


Just like the waves down by the shore
Your gonna keep on coming back for more
'Cause we don't ever wanna stop
Out in this brave new world you seek
O'er the valleys and the peaks
And I can see you on the top

You'll find better love
Strong as it ever was
Deep as the river runs
Warm as the morning sun
Please remember me


Remember me when you're out walkin'
When snow falls high outside your door
Late at night when you're not sleepin'
And moonlight falls across your floor
When I can't hurt you anymore


Chours:
You'll find better love
Strong as it ever was
Deep as the river runs
Warm as the morning sun
Please remember me
Please remember me

That's exactly what I want and I hope this week away will help me get there. 

One more thing...the girls are mad!  They intended to have access to your MiFi wireless internet for the ride down to Florida and for our week in Florida.  Now...that's not gonna happen.  What am I gonna do with two teenagers without internet access for a week including 28 hours in a car?  I guess we'll be playing license plate BINGO and lots of I SPY - haha!  I'm thinking about tethering my phone but that will mean I will lose my unlimited data plan and I'm not sure that is a good financial decision.  I'm always having to make a decision and I HATE making decisions.

I wish you were still here, Curt...I wish things were different...I wish you were going on vacation with me...I wish so many things...

I love you,
Tie Dye