Its been a few weeks since I last blogged.
Its cool at night and the mountain world we live in is awash with crimson, gold and brilliant amber.
The smoke is gone and most of us aren’t living with the fear that the next lightning strike could be The One.
My silence in the blogosphere wasn’t intended.
I just haven’t had time.
I went to Bismarck twice in September which is a ten or eleven-hour haul one-way.
The first trip back was for a wedding in our old community of Watford City. The bride was radiant, the ceremony was lovely and the reception was fantastic.
A great part about the day was exploring highways, houses, ice rinks and medical clinics in towns we used to live in.
We reminisced together about people we knew and adventures we shared in Hazen, Beulah and Watford City.
We joked during the drive about names and faces we may or may not remember. Who would be at the wedding and what their spouse’s name was. How the town of Watford City, the heartbeat of the oil patch, had changed and what incredible developments had taken place since we left in 1997. How so many license plates were not from North Dakota anymore.
When we first moved there in 1994, we were as foreign as it got being from Canada.
Now Watford City is a melting pot of cultures, colors and beliefs.
While so much within the town itself has changed, it was wonderful that our relationships with great friends had not.
It was a beautiful day, a beautiful time, and now a beautiful memory.
Then it was back to Bismarck where my hair, teeth and garden were tended to and I was again amazed by the jobs that are out there.
I’ve said it before- that you have to be a fool to not be able to find work in Bismarck right now.
Jobs of all types for all skill levels exist on almost every road I drove on. Its a sea of neon signs offering why THIS is the place you should work!
There aren’t enough workers for the jobs so each business is trying to out-entice the other.
Restaurants, delis, hotels, driving companies- you name it, they want YOU!
Most of the jobs are entry-level but that’s why the imbalance. The pay, while quite decent from the looks of things, is entry-level. Rent, sadly, is not.
Its an employee’s market right now. Why stay someplace where your demanding, asshole boss rides you about being online all day when you can work just about anywhere else in the city? Bosses are having to curtail their complaints!
The moral of all of this is that regardless of training, education and maybe even motivation, if you have a place to stay and you want to work and you don’t mind a bit of wind and you don’t care about oceans or mountains but you like pheasants and Labrador retrievers and wearing camo and driving your pick-up with its gun rack and you are totally cool with winter temps, Bismarck might be right for you right now!
(I joke about the camo and pickups… we have just as many in Montana and Bismarck is really a very nice city with universities, golf courses, fun restaurants, a nightlife and bustling airport.)
My most recent trip back was to help Alistair out for a planned surgery to scope his knee.
He came through with grace, his terrific sense of humor, less ratty cartilage in his right knee and a ridiculous need for greasy food.
I brought the 3 dogs with me on this trip. They did great and seemed to like “helping” their Daddy with his recovery.
And everything was going well as I drove us home across highway 200 until little Loki reminded us all of the year we have been having and that she’s got some issues.
Loki had her first seizure.
In her crate in the back seat of the truck at a rest stop between Jordan and Lewistown.
It lasted 20 to 30 seconds (which feels more like 2 to 3 minutes) but it ended and she got a bit of a walk before we felt like we should continue.
And Alistair and I pretended we weren’t medical professionals for a few minutes.
“What do you think caused that?” asked Mr.Fyfe.
“I don’t know,” Mrs.Fyfe replied.
Pretending was fun but it didn’t last long.
We both know that epilepsy isn’t a disease for older animals or people. And we know that she is about 14 years old.
And we know she doesn’t leave our eyesight when she’s outside because of her own blindness and that we didn’t change her food and she had no access to toxins or medications and the other dogs were fine and that she has had her share of personality changes that we like to call quirks this year on top of some unusual infections that might mean her immune system is busy elsewhere.
Like maybe in her brain.
But that’s all I want to say about that because she has been absolutely fine (albeit a bit yeasty… one of the new issues) since then.
Eating, drinking, peeing, pooping, playing, kicking up the grass, bonking into Chiddy Pats, snoring, begging for Chicken Mozarella and cuddling into us at night.
She is tolerating the various meds & shampoos I am trying to combat the yeasty smell (think wet tortilla) and we are loving her much as we can.
And we’re heading towards her least favorite season but we will make it as special as we can for her.
So seasons change and houses sell and kids grow up and young adults get married and jobs are everywhere and dogs get old and some get tumors and knees get operated on and golf balls get hit and we try to enjoy every moment because sometimes our special old companions might not be with us.
And that, my friends, has been our happenings of late and why I haven’t blogged until now.