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Tuesday, December 20, 2016

9,880 Days

Nine Thousand, Eight Hundred, and Eighty Days

Day in, Day out. 
Five days a week.

Week in, week out.
Fifty two weeks a year. 

Year in, year out.
Thirty eight years. 

5:30 alarm.
Up and at em.

Usually to plow things out, 
fix things up, 
make things work
 and deal with the bureaucratic junk 
of working for the government.

For the years of crazy, tumultuous, stressful,
mostly unappreciated work for the State of Wisconsin at UWGB.

Not to say it was ALL bad, but he suffered through 
many years of very low wages, huge budget cuts, 
and big deductions from paychecks that should have never happened---
due to broken contracts by our governor.

(but the last four years at High Cliff were the BEST!)


Yup..... that is what Steveio accomplished to earn this retirement.  Minus, of course, his earned vacation days.  It was time to let it all go. Time to retire.

He really gambled on chance this morning. You see, last night he didn't set his alarm clock!  Oh gasp!  I asked: ''What if you oversleep?''
He replied:  ''What is my boss gonna do? Fire me?''   bwahaahaaaa~~~~

Today I kissed him goodbye. He picked up his lunchbox for the last time and headed out the door to work.  Yup, for the last time.


The guys sure seemed to break a lot of things for him to fix on his last day. I think they wanted to make him feel like he needed to stay!  They busted the passenger mirror off the snowplow. They also plowed over the plug covering a valve (with a big rock he put on top to make sure nobody plowed over it). He even fixed a broken screen on the sliding customer service window for the drive-up at the office. That will be good for next spring. He had a full day.

Coworker Ranger Jeff surprised Steve with a very thoughtful gift!  A Stormy Kromer hat!!!  Anyone who knows anything about woolen winter headgear in Wisconsin knows about Stormy Kromers!


and here is the 

He modeled it for the office staff.



The Stormy Kromer cap is a wool hat manufactured by Stormy Kromer Mercantile.[1] The hat is popular in the Midwestregion of the United States and with hunters and outdoorsmen.[2][3] It is named for George "Stormy" Kromer (1876-1970),[4] a semi-professional baseball player who later worked as a railroad engineer. Kromer lost many hats to the wind while working on trains, and in 1903 he asked his wife Ida (1877-1960) to make him a warm hat that would stay on more securely. She modified a baseball cap[5] into what became the Stormy Kromer cap by sewing on a pair of ear flaps.[2] A summer version, made from pillow ticking,[6] remains in use among modern American train engineers, and variants with red or blue polka dots were formerly popular in the early 20th century.[7]

Statue of a Stormy Kromer cap located near the factory in Ironwood, Michigan
Due to popularity with other employees of the railroad, the Kromers formed the Kromer Cap Company in 1903 to produce the caps.[2][8] In 1919, due to ever increasing demand, the Kromers opened a factory in Milwaukee, Wisconsin.[3]George Kromer sold the company in 1965 to Richard Grossman.[9] In 2001, the Kromer Cap Company planned to cease production of Stormy Kromer caps.[2][10]The rights to the caps were purchased by Bob Jacquart, owner of Jacquart Fabric Products, and production moved to Ironwood, Michigan.[1] Stormy Kromer Mercantile was formed, increasing production to over 50,000 caps annually from the previous 3000-6000 caps.[1][2]



The president of the Friends of High Cliff Organization, Char, stopped by with a lovely box of homemade caramels and chocolates.  One of his favorite volunteers, Ben, stopped by with a jar of homemade honey!  So many folks made time to stop and talk to him and wish him well, give him cards and say encouraging words.  It was quite a day for him. After the two surprise parties on Friday and now this. He was humbled.

After his normal 8 hour day, Steve drove on home to hang up his jacket and take off his state work shirt for the last time. He threw out his lunch box into the trash and said ''Honey, I'm Home'' for the last time.


I think the dogs knew something was up.  I hugged him tight and kissed him good and told him to get busy and start retiring now.  LOL... He hopped in the shower and we settled down with a good meal.  We cooked steaks on the grill to celebrate, and we opened a bottle of wine and toasted to the new chapter in our lives.

Not sure what we will do next. We usually eeked out a quick winter getaway vacation down south or out west while he was still working. But we are considering to stay put this winter and save the pennies. Then, come springtime, we can really leave and go west to places we have not been able to go to during the summer months. He was always needed at work so much during the summer, that the winter months were about the only time he could use up any vacation hours.

Maybe we can go see places like:
Looping around Lake Superior again - like we did on our honeymoon. 
Or maybe see the Rockies.  
Or Yellowstone.
 Or Glacier National Park.  
Or up into Canada to Banff and Lake Louise. 
Or Alaska.  

Who knows? 

But for now, I think my guy just needs to RELAX! 





Saturday, December 17, 2016

Snowy Storm and Surprise Parties

Yup, that snow blasted into the area and tonight the temps are going to drop to well below zero.  Winds are kicking up and that means wind chills of about 30 to 40 below.  brrrrrrrrr It is a light soft fluffy snow.  Should get a little more snow, but once it starts blowing, it will be packed into hard drifts.




We took the dogs out for a walk in between the two bigger snowfalls when things calmed down to a little lull.  Donning their little jackets, we set off for a loop around the block.  That was enough!




Yesterday, Steve's boss Linda invited me to stop by the office for lunch.  She had been told that Steve didn't want a retirement party.... soooooo she just enlarged the staff meeting luncheon to include a few of the DNR wardens, Friends of High Cliff members, some of the camp hosts over the years and of course, the park staff.  I kinda sorta knew it was going on, but agreed to not tell Steve.  I knew he would go along with it.

The pot luck was an enjoyable gathering with a lot of appreciative people who hated to see Steve leave. (his last day isn't until Tuesday)


People came to the office and gathered around Steve, 
wishing him well and telling them how much they will miss him. 

They started out giving him a gag gift of an 
''Old Man Sweater''
but it turns out it fit him well, 
he looks great in it,
and he likes it and will continue to wear it! LOL 



Linda, his boss, on the right, put together a big photo album of all of his accomplishments in the park. Projects that he had part of, or initiated, or invented or repaired around the park. What a great remembrance of the things he did that made a difference. 



Camphosts, staff, and volunteers brought him such nice cards, gifts and tales of fun times they had while working with Steve. It was a great afternoon of laughter, stories and good natured teasing.


Horsing around with his two ''Junior Rangers'' as he fondly calls them. 
Check out the photo bombing fox on Steve! 
Jay has a coyote problem
and Jeff is doing his Deer in the Headlights impression. 


 Of course, with the Warden Tom, 
The Buck Stops Here! 

Thank you Linda for being such a great boss to Steve,
and putting this all together to honor him! 
He has really enjoyed his time at High Cliff State Park. 


Linda, the creative genius, put together a wonderful array of fun gifts.... Here is a video clip of him opening them up and then a little speech to the folks present.


Steve unwrapped his gag gifts about retiring, along with some very useful items that he will be sure to ''partake of'' in his newly found leisure time.  Heh heh


These are some interesting micro brew beers for the holiday.....


For the evening, one of the DNR wardens, Ryan, invited all of the staff to his home for their yearly holiday party.  The roads were getting worse and we put the little Tracker in four wheel drive to get up to his home on the Niagara Escarpment ledge.  



At this party, (also a non-official retirement party for Steve) the guys presented Steve with the sign from the maintenance shop building!!!  Yes, they took the actual sign right off from over the door of the shop!  (it needs to be replaced anyhow).  They all took time to write on the back of it, messages of good luck and kind words.  He will mount it in the workshop that he is working on in our garage!



All in all, it was a pretty exciting day.
Especially for a guy who didn't want a party. 

They put a vacation shot in a frame for him,
to remind him just what retirement is all about. 




Wednesday, December 14, 2016

Have You Ever Had a ''Gotcha Day''?

We are suffering with the bitter cold moving into Wisconsin and the Midwest.  Tonight we are down to zero already and wind chills are in the 15 below range. The winds are going to kick up and drive them down to the 20-30 BELOW range. Brrrr then followed up by about 8-12 inches of snow arriving on the weekend. Geesh. We are cozied up with a fire tonight in the fireplace and no where to go. Winter is really here I guess.

As for the title... do you ever have a Gotcha Day?

We are celebrating the anniversary of TWO Gotcha Days this week.

It was a mere three years ago we had a Gotcha Day for our little Finney!!!  Yes, a Gotcha Day is an anniversary of the day we adopted our little sheltie from the Michigan Sheltie Rescue with the assistance of the Wisconsin Sheltie Rescue.

At that time we only had old Duke.  Since our silly Ducky collie had passed away the previous summer, he was slowing down and looking sad.  We applied to the Wisconsin Sheltie Rescue to find him a pal .


A little background: In June of 2013 a wicked lady name Jean had 38 shelties crammed in a mobile home in Midland, Michigan.  The neighbors reported her to the sheriff and they arranged to remove all the of animals from the horrid conditions.  I won't go into the details, but it was bad... really bad.  Including the two dead males stuffed into dog food bags in the hall... why?  Because they were ''fighting'' she said. Oh geesh.

The Michigan Sheltie Rescue took over caring for the malnourished sick and uncared for dogs, setting up temporary nursery stations because a lot of the female dogs were pregnant.  Soon they became 72 dogs when all the pups were born.  One of those pups was destined to become our Finnegan.  The pups were born with all kinds of health issues...  This particular pup had ''puppy strangles'' which are swollen cheeks and neck. It could cause failure to thrive and block the ability to swallow. Robin, the caregiver, had to get him and a few of his littermates some special medicine. This took months to heal so he was not adoptable until he reached the age of 5 months.

On Dec 14, 2013 we got the call that the Wisconsin Sheltie Rescue had a young male pup, age 5 months, coming in on a transport and our application had been approved. Our home was deemed suitable and we had experience with other two other rescue foster dogs years ago, from when I worked with the Green Bay Shetland Sheepdog Club.

The weather was raging with the start of a three day blizzard.  A wonderful transport volunteer named Ceora was driving back from doing business in the Lower Peninsula of Michigan and had the pup with her at a motel overnight. She planned to bring him up to her home in Marquette and then drive it down the next day to the Wisconsin Sheltie Rescue at Stockbridge Critter Sitters Boarding and Grooming.  Well,  the weather was only going to be worse on Sun and Mon so she said she would drive the pup as far south as she could on Sat... and could we drive up and meet her halfway?  About Menominee, MI was a good halfway point.  We grabbed a dog crate, a leash and harness and some snow gear.  Hopping into our four wheel drive Tracker, we headed out into the blizzard to get our new pup!

We met up at the predetermined place and they handed over this shivery little ball of legs and elbows, and HUGE ears!!!!  Yup, it was LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT!



We scooted back home with him to meet his new big brother Duke... we introduced them outside on neutral territory.  Well.. the old Duke needed a new buddy.  He instantly bonded with the pup and took him under his wing.


We took them inside and it was sniff sniff, and drink some water, share some food and then they started to PLAY!!!! Awwwwwwwww



The first night we kept little Finnegan in his crate, but we brought it up to the foot of our bed so he was in the same room. Duke laid down next to the crate with his fur touching the little pup, who laid with his back tight to Duke from the inside of the crate too. They were bonded.

The next morning (this is my FAVORITE pic) ...  we took him downstairs for potty outside and then a snuggle on the couch while I was still in my jammies. I swear the look on his face is a smile that says ''Wow! I wasn't dreaming after all!  I DO have a new family!''



They slept together, ate together, went outside together and back in... Duke taught him how to be a ''Good Dog''.

Duke taught him all the good stuff like fetch, tug, treat and how to dig through the big basket of toys to find just the right one.

Most of all, Duke had to show him the ropes about the MOTORHOME.. ya know---- that big moving house thing that when it stops, the door opens to a NEW place to sniff. Each time it stops, it is a new place to sniff and there isn't anything to be scared of.




He taught him how to get up the stairs into the motorhome, 
where the water dish goes next to the toilet
and best of all, 
which drawer the dog treats are kept in! 




Life went on for a year.... Finney grew into a fine young dog, and did everything with his buddy Duke.  But old Duke just could not make it much longer.  He was 12 and having congestive heart failure. He was slowing down. We knew the end was near. He was also having more and more seizures. It was time.

Our Dukie Palookie 
Nov 3, 2014



Six weeks went by.

Sunday, Dec 11, 2014 was our Gotcha Day for Binney.

Here is how it happened:

In that same hoarding situation, another dog was being fostered over in Michigan. This is what she looked like when they removed her from that awful place.


Our little Binney (then named Number 16) was skin and bones, and her hair was falling out. She was heartworm positive and needed a lot of gentle love and care.

Number 16 needed a lot of care, and special medicine to slowly kill off the worms wound through the muscles of her heart.  If you kill them off too fast, you kill the dog too.  It can take a year or more of the medicine to take care of it.  She was fostered out to a MSR member who took care of her and a few others dogs too in her home.  She was named Debbie, as in Debutant (being number sweet 16).  Awwwww  After a year, little Debbie was finally able to be adopted out.  The foster family was seriously thinking of keeping her, because she was such a little sweetheart, but long term illness struck their family and it was better to find homes for the foster dogs.

In came Ginny!  She is a gung ho Wisconsin Sheltie Rescue Transport volunteer who is full of energy, love and willingness to drive long distance to transport the dogs.  She buzzed on over to Lower Michigan and took those sweet three foster dogs and trotted them right back to Wisconsin where Lisa had homes pretty much all figured out for them.

What I didn't know, and Lisa usually does, is that we were READY for another dog in our home.  Yes, our old Duke has passed away and Finney was very lonely.  It had been six weeks.  Our hearts were broken over Duke being gone, and we were fawning all our attention on Finney. But he was hankering for canine companionship.  I made a play date for Finnegan to go play at Lisa's boarding kennel while I ran errands up in Appleton for the day.  I didn't know anything about Ginny bringing three new dogs to the Wisconsin Rescue until I got there to drop off Finnegan.  Well, that Lisa popped little Finney in the same crate with that Number 16 Debbie Debutante and they bonded instantly!




When I was done running errands in Appleton, I sat right down the floor and held that tiny shivering girl in my arms. Finney of course had to be right there too.  Lisa said the little Debbie needed a ''sleepover'' at our house because she was so scared and timid in the big noisy boarding kennel.
Bwhaahaaa what an excuse, eh?   I called Steve at work and asked him to swing by on his way home... stopping at the boarding kennel to check this out and see what he thought.  Hmmmmmm what do you think?


 Yes.. she came to a sleepover ... and never went back!  
This is from the first night, cuddled on the couch with me. 



We named her Binney.  Mostly we wanted a name for her that was close to Finney so when I called him, she would hopefully come too? We sometimes had said to Finney in the past:  ''Finney Binney, do not know what a Binney is....''    just for some silly reason we would say that to him.  Well, now we knew, it was the new name of his friend to come to live at our house! 

Binney Name Meaning. English (chiefly South Yorkshire): topographic name for someone who lived on land enclosed by a bend in a river, from Old English binnan ea 'within the river', or a habitational name from places in Kent called Binney and Binny, which have this origin.


She was very timid, emotionally damaged and high strung.. and would sometimes zone out, freeze in terror, or have flashbacks of the horrid place she came from.  When things frighten her, she will blindly run in any direction and not seem to hear or see us. That is why she can never ever be off a leash. We even double leash and harness her, just in case. She is easily frightened and even after two years of trying to socialize her, when meeting people, she just reverts back inside to a quivering bundle of nerves. 

Except for one granddaughter...  Chelsea.. who seems to bond with Binney and keep her comforted. From their first meeting, they have a special bond together. Actually both dogs do. They enjoy her visits and Binney does not run and hide in the corner or the closet like she does with other visitors. 



One time, not long after she came to live with us,  I heard Binney crying and whining in her sleep... and I looked over the edge of our bed. I saw Finney lean over and lick her face to calm her, and they both went back to sleep.  Yes, she needed us as much as we needed her. 

(they sleep at night together, alternating from one dog bed to the other,
and both get covered with little blankets that the grandkids made for them) 



We have talked with the folks in the Michigan Rescue and figured out that Finney's mom Daisy and our Binney are most likely sisters!!!! That makes Binney the Auntie and Finney the Nephew!

Daisy and Binney certainly seemed to recognize each other when we got them together at a later date. They are the exact same age and coloring, have the same mannerisms and quirks that their rough start in life bestowed on them.

Daisy on the left, Binney on the right


So our home has adapted to the loss of both Ducky and Duke..
and now we have these two goofballs
Finney and Binney.  

They are training us well.



We have made a big difference in their lives 
by adopting them to our home. 


And they have made a huge difference 
in our lives.  
I can not imagine us in a ''dog-less'' house.


Every day is full of exciting puppy fun
adventures and 
rambunctiousness



So this is a pretty good reason to celebrate these Gotcha Days! 



 Thank you to the 
Ginny and Ceora and Robin and Carol and Lisa
and all the other wonderful volunteers
for trusting these souls to our care. 


on edit... here is an article on where our dogs came from:
Seized shelties on the road to recovery



Monday, December 12, 2016

Steve's Countdown and Dog Transport

Steve is down to the final seven days before retirement!~  Next Tuesday the 20th should be his last day. His official retirement date is Dec. 30 but he is burning up vacation days before that to use them up. Last night he grabbed a clip board and some paper and a pen. He started making his OWN list of projects he would like to get accomplished around the house. This is no way a Honey Do list, because he is the one making it for himself. I take no blame.

I am trying to feel better with this danged cold. I did a bunch of sewing today... and was finishing up the two more rows of 10 inch blocks on a quilt. I had it all rolled up and clamped to my frame to sew the fancy swirly stitches on just the two last sections of blocks (one row on each side)  when I ran out of thread!   OH MY....




Normally this wouldn't be a problem.  But the thread is variegated with four or five particular colors. It's not like I can just grab a spool of single color thread to finish it up. I didn't buy it, it was in a gift box of threads from a friend. I have no idea the brand.  The nearest quilt shop who might have something close is 22 miles away.  I debated driving 44 miles round trip today to just get a spool of thread....  geeesh....  but then I got a message that the Wisconsin Sheltie Rescue needed someone to transport 2 dogs in the morning to the vet to get spay/neuter visits prior to adoption.  And the quilt shop happens to be on the way!  hahaha   So it will be a double duty task here, one for helping the rescue dogs and one for me!

Steve took the car over to the gas station tonight after supper and filled up for me so I didn't have to do it in the cold frigid morning.  What a sweet man!  As it is, the temps are dropping fast out there, now it's about 12 or so degrees. Later on in the week it will be well below zero and wind chills in minus 20 to minus 30 range!  brrrrrrrrrrr

We did get a bunch of snow on Sat-Sun.  The world looks much softer and prettier with snow. I stayed inside and took pics out through the windows.







The flakes kept floating down on Sunday,
all day long. 

It looked so wonderful out there.


The dogs think so too! 


Romping and playing in the newfallen snow,
with flakes sticking to their fur. 



They soon tired of the snow play 
and wanted to come back in to warm up.
Me too!