Yesterday Saleeha and I headed towards Spokane for a track meet. On the way we stopped at Steptoe Butte. The drive up was hmmm, scary!! There was no way to turn around, a tiny narrow road curved and wound up the little mountain. I have read different things, but people say you can see up to 100 miles at the top! I will definetely be visiting again in a few weeks! I forgot my camera so I took these photos with my phone.
I will share more photos this week.
Thanks for all of your nice wishes yesterday and today! The skin check went well and the Doctor told me to come back after 6 months. Nothing out of the ordinary was found and I feel more relaxed.
After the check up we went to meet my dad for coffee and then headed to the kids house to spend time with Jacki and the boys. Wow they have changed so much in just 3 weeks!
After having fun with our babies we headed to the track meet where we met mom and dad. Mude ran the 800 and took first place! I am so proud of him and his dedication. Many times he has been disappointed but has kept training and doing his best!
A wonderful day very blessed in every way
Today I go in for a skin check. My daughter and I will drive to my home town, see the Doctor and then spend time with those cute boys! Mude has a meet today so that will be our next stop and then home! Have a great day friends.
I am back to working on the book. This is not part of the book but an exercise to keep me writing and blogging! Thanks for your support!
The crescent moon kissed the sultry air over a dark Palouse sky, the loud roar of equipment could be heard throughout the neighborhood. A wave of frustration and a feeling that once again I had no control over my own life crashed around me. It was a school night and approaching 10 p.m. in our quiet residential area. This was the place we called home, keeping up our yard, making improvements, striving to be good members of this rural community.
I boldly called to him repeatedly but could not be heard over the chugging of a large digging apparatus that scooped up earth and rocks, depositing them into a truck. Tears stung my eyes as I stood near the stairs that lead to the vacant lot, calling until he finally looked my way. He nodded and waved turning back to the operator of the machinery making gestures that indicated the job was still not complete. My words had turned into clay, stone and dust, tumbling effortlessly into a predictable void.
He claimed that I was too concerned about other people, caring more about their boundaries and rights than his own. Years were spent weighing the benefit of utterances against the reality that what I said would most certainly be defied and vehemently opposed, placing me front and center to watch as his plan unfolded. When I told the children to stay next to me and out of the street, he insisted that they walk away on their own and go as they pleased. If I told them something was dangerous, he encouraged them to complete their action. A tug of war ensued and I stepped in boldly only when the children’s safety was a concern.
Our lives had come full circle from a stifling and oppressive existence to a guarded freedom and now within one month back to a total lack of autonomy. The sting of his hand on my back only days before still reverberated through our home and served as a reminder of the consequences for insubordination. A wave of anger washed over my body and forced me to raise my volume, calling his name until I had his full attention. For years I cowered as he reprimanded me for speaking out or communicating my opinion but now it could no longer be quieted with mere threats.
I looked at him and heard my voice bellow down the hill, STOP, IT IS TOO LATE STOP!
First track meet for my sweet youngest child. I am so proud of the person he has become!
He is wise beyond his years and a special young man!