whiteout 2013

Your truck has 4 wheel drive. I think we can make it!

It’s a whiteout. We’ll probably get stuck and we’ll end up walking home.

I NEED to check them. They have no food and I bet their water is froze up!

Thus began the Great Blizzard Adventure of 2013. The cast? The Texan, 3 horses, a red Chevy Avalanche, a snow shovel and yours truly.

Even though the law was saying no travel, the horse barn is just a measly, short 1 1/2 miles from our house. That’s nothing.

The Texan sighed and we geared-up in our cold weather duds. Visibility was crap. Is crap a meteorological term, Doppler Dave?

I gritted my teeth and prayed as the Texan gunned the avalanche through some impossible drifts. Success! We turned into the gate to the property. The Texan tried to keep the truck’s momentum up as I could feel us helplessly sink into a huge drift just inside the gate. Couldn’t see a thing and the horse barn was still a half mile away. The tires were spinning. Our truck was done.

Guess you can walk to the barn and check the horses while I try to dig the truck out.

With that, I struck out….north….into the wind and the deep drifts of snow. I hoped the Texan understood this was gonna take a while.

Walking north to the barn.

Drudged through some monster drifts with the snow stinging my face. Realized my heart was pounding. Calm down and take it easy, Kathy. You’ll make it. I knew I better make it. The Texan wouldn’t find me til Easter.

Fifteen windy, cold minutes later I arrived to assist the frozen equines. Axed the water tank ice and sank in my stock heater. Drug 4 bales of grass hay over the snow mountain to their pen. Wanted them to have plenty of hay. I had no idea when I might make it back to the barn.

Walked the 1/2 mile back to the truck.

Making my way back to the truck.

When I returned to the truck and joyfully reunited with the Texan, he informed me we were walking back to our house. The truck was hopelessly stuck.

We headed out, hand-in-hand on Tascosa Road. We picked our way through the snow drifts. Luckily, the more sane among us had heeded the warnings to stay off the streets, so we didn’t dodge any traffic.

Our walk home along Tascosa Road.

I expected the Texan to be mad at me, but he wasn’t. We even kinda had fun walking back. Got us out of the house and gave us a big appetite for lunch. Gave us new appreciation for the power of the wind. The entire snowy ordeal took about 2 hours.

After lunch, we did what all of you did. Shovel. And shovel. And more shoveling. The kind son-in-law pulled our Chevy out of the drift with his monster truck. Bless him.

I’m having an Advil cocktail and falling in bed.

Snowmaggedon love to all.

backstage Candide: progress

Week #2 working in the chorus of CANDIDE. Been taking antibiotics and steroids all week to knock out the remnants of a lingering upper respiratory problem. Some days I sound like I should be banished to a TB colony on a remote island. Other days, it feels like a champagne cork has permanently lodged in my right ear canal. Other than that, I feel fine.

Tuesday night we received our official score.

Spending every spare moment with this book.
Spending every spare moment with this book.

I skipped into our house after Opera practice and proudly displayed my big book of music to the TV-watching Texan.

The brilliance of Berstein.
The brilliance of Berstein.

Look Texan…..I got a score tonight!

Who won?

No, no silly….the musical score….for CANDIDE!

What grade did you make?

If it doesn’t involve a round ball and a scoreboard, the Texan ain’t interested.

The chorus had a very productive rehearsal last evening.

Our esteemed chorus master.
Our esteemed Chorus Master.

Dr. George leads the chorus rehearsals and he keeps us on our toes. He has a LOOK.  When you see the LOOK, you’re highly motivated to sing your part correctly. After one of my particularly noisy TB coughing spasms, Dr. George chastised, ‘If you’ve got a cold, don’t come to rehearsals and spread it around!’

Oops. Didn’t think I was still contagious. Guess that was my invitation to slink out the door. I stayed.  Let’s just say rehearsals next week will find me on the back row with a pocket full of Halls. It’ll be OK. I’ll be a safer distance from the stick.

I’ve been pondering the unlikely mash-up of Voltaire and Bernstein that is CANDIDE. What sort of musician decides to make a musical of Voltaire’s grimly satirical work?

I thought I was utterly alone with my ponder-ations.

Until I spotted the bookworm weiner dog.

The Doxy reading her favorite biography.
The Doxy reading her favorite biography.

She wasn’t going rogue this time. She was studying THIS.


Roxy Doxy:  You DO realize, Voltaire and Jonathan Swift are considered the greatest satirists in all of literature?!

Me: What do you know of Bernstein?

Roxy Doxy:  Bernstein? I was the featured counter-tenor soloist in his Chichester Psalms!

I am no longer alone.

Not-keeping-score love to all.

tail print

Consider this your winter palate-cleanser.

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Traveled recently along the Pacific version of the ‘humpback highway’. The off-ramp we exited was Cabo San Lucas, Mexico. Cabo sits on the southern tip of the Baja Peninsula and many-a humpback whale travel from the waters around Alaska south along the western coast of the U.S. The whales have their calves, mate, spout, and enjoy tasty margaritas and fajitas while they visit during the months of December through March.

We got up early in the morning.

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Sunrise celebrated from the infinity pool.

A couple of days, we played golf.

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My fave par 3. Totally surrounded by colorful Bougainvillea. I drove the green on this hole. Don’t ask about the others.

The morning we left for the whale adventure, we were greeted by this friendly fellow. Natives said it was necessary to protect your catch. The bold sea-lion would steal an entire marlin from the back of a boat.

A hungry sea lion.
A hungry sea-lion.

As our ship rounded the famous arches, we spied interesting wildlife.

jan2013cabo 060aWe laughed at the comedic colony of sea-lions basking on a rock.

This was the largest of the sea lions. 'I'm too sexy for this rock, too sexy for this rock....'
This was the largest of the sea-lions. ‘I’m too sexy for this rock, too sexy for this rock….’

Our guide told us to watch the horizon for spouting.


Wish I had a spectacular whale-breeching photo to share with you. Our guide said breeching was a relatively rare behavior. It is used by the male to attract a female. Guess the guys were doing OK the day we visited. The humpbacks can exceed 50 feet in length and weigh 30 to 50 tons.

The hump. Mainly what we saw on our whale journey.
The hump. Mostly what we saw on our whale journey.

Notice the portion of quiet water in the next photo? Seems the skin of the whale leaves an oily patch on the surface of the water to make a footprint. These flat places can hold together for 15 minutes or so. When you see these ‘quiet places’ among the sea chop…..whales are nearby.

The whales mainly travel in pairs. Male, female....sometimes 2 males competing for 1 female.
The whales mainly travel in pairs. Male, female….sometimes 2 males competing for 1 female.

The guide told us that after you see the whale’s tale in the air (they are diving), they will return to the surface in 8 to 10 minutes for air. She was right. They came up like clockwork.

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Looks like something nibbled on the left side of the tail.

Our guide was intent on taking photos of these tail sightings. She explained each whale’s tale was equivalent to a human fingerprint. The color, spots and unique shapes were used to identify the whales. She stated the scientists studying the whales could match the photos of tails taken off the waters of Alaska to the tail photos of the Cabo whales. Positive proof of how far these behemoths travel every year!

Are you thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’?

Could this theory possibly apply to humans?


Appears to be at least a 30-tonner to me. Word is this tail has currently migrated to West Texas. Keep your camera ready for confirmation.

Puttin’-on-blubber love to all.

backstage pass: Candide

” A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.”  Lao-tzu, Chinese philosopher.

Note by note, bar by bar, page by page the expedition has begun. I’m grabbing your hand and pulling you alongside. Join me?


I’ve been up to something. I’m singing in the chorus/ensemble of Amarillo Opera’s Spring production……CANDIDE. Our first rehearsal was last evening. You guessed right! I’m gonna blog this adventure’s every jagged twist and turn. You’re gonna inhale the musky waft of grease paint and hear every backstage squeeze of the corset on our expedition together. My role may be as a potted palm tree stage right, but you will be privy to the inside scoop of how this massive musical undertaking makes it to opening night.

The first read-through of CANDIDE.

We have an abundance of intoxicating topics to discuss:  Leonard Bernstein, Voltaire, satire, history and music. Lots and lots of gorgeous music.

We’ll start at the beginning…..the audition. Be very relieved I don’t have a photo (or recording) to share with you. Don’t think I could post my pale face and breathless, shaky attempts at singing. Knees knocking in utter terror and a voice cracking at the high notes are not the makings of a fun blog photo or a great audition. This is a big chorus show…..so somehow, I made it. Guess they needed a few Clydesdales of the female vocal range.

Who knew my horsemanship skills could be used in the opera?
Who knew my horsemanship skills could be used in the opera?

This Candide is Bernstein’s musical adaptation of Voltaire’s novel Candide, and yes, I read the novel. The book was in-ter-est-ing. The plot? It’s outrageous, ludicrous, racy….we’ll talk more later.


We’ll be counting down the days until opening night, April 6th. I’ve tried putting a countdown clock on the right sidebar of this blog to help us as the anticipation builds. We’ll see how that works. Sure, I’ll be blogging about other things along the way, but this series will continue until CANDIDE opens. Bloggy pay dirt!

Learning this music makes my spirit soar. I’m grateful to have such a sparkling jewel in my life right now. How lucky am I? I’m taking your ticket. Welcome aboard. Let’s have some fun.

Traveling-mercy love to all.

Disclaimer: I am a Board member of Amarillo Opera. I want you to come to this production. I’m extremely biased. Read this series at the risk of learning to love CANDIDE.

crap shoot

The following post contains disturbing information about make-up. If you are a man, you may wish to stop reading….that is, unless you are familiar with repairing drywall. In that case, please read on.

It’s a battle. I’m fighting with every scraper and paintbrush in my toolbox.

The dilemma?  Trying to convince the make-up I apply in the morning to actually adhere to my FACE. About 2:00 pm the makeup has mysteriously disappeared, or worse, it has cemented itself into the rivulets and grand canyons on the porous landscape of my visage.

Being a fighter and problem-solver by nature, I sought to stop the southward flow of my Estee Lauder. After applying moisturizer in the morning, I follow with this spackle of wrinkle fillers.

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This is the ‘filler’ that keeps the makeup where it belongs. No more migrating.

Do I look like a martian after applying this green goo? I dunno….it’s supposed to take the ruddy redness out of my skin. After liberally smoothing this product over my face with a small putty knife, it’s time to apply foundation. No taping or sanding required during this step.

Next, I squirt some foundation onto my fingertips along with a blob of the following product.

If the label doesn’t proclaim AMAZING or INDUSTRIAL STRENGTH, I don’t bother.

I want excellent coverage and this keeps me from having to apply a second coat. Kinda serves the same function as KILLZ in covering black mold.

When the wall color is set, I work on the windows (eyes). Apply another eye primer and then the eyeshadow of my choice.

When the walls and windows are all set and smooth, THAT’S when I reach for the face shellac. This is the product to finish things off. Sort of a Gorilla Glue for ladies. The ultimate fixative!

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Just think of this as hairspray for the face.

That’s my morning drywall ritual. Easy enough (dripping sarcasm).

But, last Monday something went terribly wrong. When I grabbed the shellac and liberally sprayed my face to set the spackle and paint, I choked with the atomic fumes of an exploding navel orange. Seems I had picked up the wrong product. How had this little bottle made it from it’s home on the back of my toilet to my make-up table? (Texan!?….Roxy Doxy?)

Are you familiar with Crap Shooter?

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Spray in the toilet BEFORE you do the dirty deed. All that is left is the sweet fragrance of orange blossoms!

It’s an outstanding product. But it makes for a pungent and inferno-like facial shellac.

I got extremely lucky this time. Really.

No one mistook my face for a toilet all day.

Thankful love to all.

fowl tales

*****handing you a dirty martini*****

Thanks for coming to the open house.

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Doesn’t every home need chocolate chips?

Even though I’m still learning the ropes of this new format, rest assured the quirky cast of characters moved with me.

The Texan? He’s here. Don’t even ask about the Sprouts. They’re here, too. A certain conservative, dental hygiene-obsessed, gun-totin’ wiener dog? Yeah, she made the trip even though she complained bitterly about her moving box.

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I gave her air holes…what more could she want?!

Now….I want to ask you a favor? If you were signed in as a follower on the old blog (or even if you weren’t), would you consider following me at this new place? You should see a handy-dandy sign-up button on the right side of the blog. Just click and voila! Done.

You don’t want to miss:

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My Super Bowl rendezvous with Captain Morgan.
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My unique and bold new use of ‘crap shooter’.
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My new-found love affair with this ancient, seedy fruit.
On the ranch in Union County, New Mexico
The recent spotting of this mountain lion on the ranch in Union County, New Mexico.
Moi, on the high seas
Why am I showing you my tail while on the high seas?

I’ll be beginning an interesting new series next week. It’s all very hush-hush for now, but you’ll want to check it out. I’ll be taking you to a place most of you have never been before. I’m dying to take you along with me! Stay tuned.

Thanks for coming by. You can keep the martini glass. My compliments.

New beginning love to all.