Back in Oz (continued, CA edition)

......So I picked up Nathan at the airport in a cheap off-airport rentacar. The airconditioner sounded like a jet and the engine light came on approximately 30 minutes from the airport.
Nathan had a horrible flight (a tale that I will let him tell...as his bad luck continued on the way home too) so he really just needed it to be over.

We drove up to Santa Rosa to meet Deb & Tim at their new house. Deb & Tim greeted us with a fantastic BBQ (Australian style) to relax to before Nathan collapsed of exhaustion. Conveniently, Deb & Tim's next door neighbor was out of town and Gretchen got to house-sit, and we were invited as guests too. It was really nice because we could walk over or Caitlyn could walk over whenever she wanted, but everybody got enough space.

Gretchen had come for a visit around Easter, and kept extending her stay to house-sit for this friend and then that one....before finally deciding to move to CA permanently. She'd been talking about it for ages...so Nathan and I were happy to help get her set up if we could. Since we currently do not own a house, we thought we might finance a little "investment property" in Santa Rosa...while housing prices were down. So we spent a couple of days investigating the property market. We even put in an offer on a place--a cute little apartment above a 2 car garage (that could be used as a second living space). BUT, sadly other people wanted a cute little investment property too and we lost out to someone who was willing to pay cash (and have no inspection).

We spent a few days visiting with Bill & Ethel, Missy & Molly, Debbie & Tim, even spent a night with David playing Trivial Pursuit (which Gretchen & Molly won!). We got to watch Caitlyn's TBall game and play rook as a family, even took a picnic up to the COOLEST playground. Nathan was energetic so he ran the 3-4 miles from Deb & Tim's house to the park...we just didn't tell him we had planned family pictures after that! Deb & I snuck away for a birthday treat for me--a trip to the spa for a massage. it was amazing (why don't I do that more often!?!?!?)

After a very relaxing couple of hours, we drove up to see Mike in Fort Bragg. Nathan was dying to see his Dad...so much so that he was willing to drive the 2 hours through gorgeous CA mountain scenery while GAME 7 of the Stanley Cup was being played. Mike must know he is loved for Nathan to make this sacrifice.

We connected at Mike's for a pizza dinner and late night gab session. We met a very hyper dog (OTIS) and tried very hard to catch up on all that's happened while Otis begged for attention. The next morning we took a trip to the Dog Beach, ate a Giant burger (Not to be missed on the RoadFood Guide to Fort Bragg), checked out Mike's logging truck (family photo!), and then went to explore the Hidden Coast. Mike drives this way regularly in his log truck but doesn't get to stop and smell the flowers. So we did--we smelled the flowers, explored the tidepools, took pictures, and explored the coast all the way to Usall. Usall is a place up the "hidden coast" accessible by a poorly maintained dirt road, which our rental car struggled up valiantly. We arrived to a campground full of big trucks and dirt bikes, family picnics, and a few hippy, funky artist types (who made this door "art" on the beach).
By the time we made it back to Fort Bragg, the fat from the Giant Burger and fries had made its way to my arteries and my stomach was ravenous. We made for instantaneous gratification...a chinese buffet. My arteries were pleased to see the wontons and honey-walnut shrimp.

On Sunday, Nathan took Otis for a run before we piled in the car for a trip to the Ranch. We hiked around the place look for artifacts...the Swoos(sp?), an old car, Deadhorse flats. After finding multiple ticks (of which I have a phobia) I retired to the mountain house for a little time to work on a puzzle. I couldn't resist this picture of the big Medrone tree outside. Our time with Mike was WAY too short, (and we didn't even get a chance to see Terry), so there's nothing for it....he has to come to Australia. (After a brief return trip to pick up the camera we forgot) we headed back to Santa Rosa.

While we were away, Gretchen had left for Minnesota to start packing for her move to CA. Even though our quest to buy a house was unsuccessful Gretchen had arranged to rent part of a house with Nathan's aunt Molly.

On Monday, Nathan FINALLY got to watch the GAME 7 of the Stanley cup (can you believe we went the whole weekend without anyone spoiling the result!?!?!?). We spent the last day with Deb, Tim & Caitlyn relaxing (and making a few essential purchases like new shoes!). We crowned our evening with a memorable Thai dinner and a final game of rook.

On Tuesday, we said goodbye to Deb & Tim, drove to San Jose where we met Alan, Masami, and the boys for lunch. Nathan dropped me at the airport before driving to Fresno where he met his high school classmate Zach Reagle for dinner. Nathan hadn't seen him since our wedding (12 years ago). Despite all this time they both had lots in common (medical school, scotch, triathlons, and amazing, talented wives). After catching up, Nathan headed for the airport to fly back to MN to see family and friends and make the scenic drive back to MN......
(to be continued)

Back in Oz!

Nathan and I are once again living together. Since my dad's death, Nathan and I have been in separate hemispheres (with the exception of 1 week in CA where we crossed paths). Nathan flew to MN on the 25th to be with me for my Dad's funeral, then flew back to Australia on the 6th May. My bosses (John & Vicky) were so understanding, they let me stay in MN until our planned vacation on the 7th June. During that time, I got to spend some great time with my family.

Mom and I spent some wonderful time together, always talking... We went walking with her friends, out for lunches, shopping, did cross-word puzzles, and somehow never quite got to the list of "to-do" projects that were waiting. Julie, Mom and I went to Rochester for a weekend, had dinner at Brian & Jens, went to Andy's wedding with Cory & Mom, celebrated my birthday with a girls dinner. Cory and I got to hang out and talk about everything from music to medieval weapons, despite the teasing he took about the moustache. I got to watch Sam's dance recital, Owen's gingerbread man & birthday party, go to a movie with Spencer, and hold baby Kaitlyn again.

My friends were all so amazing....Jaymi picked me up from the airport when I was exhausted, Connie came down and spent the night listening to me sob, Donna drove down to see me, I saw Sara (Snuggles) for lunch. Hilary flew from Pittsburgh to help me find some laughter when I needed it (proving you are never too old for the swings!)

I finished my time in MN with a couple of days of just Mom, Julie, Alan, Brian, Cory & I. We made a few decisions, went out for lunch, played a "fiercely competitive" game of golf,
then headed home for a BBQ and planting a tree in Dad's memory. Everyone had to shovel a little, and with a big family like ours we had to put a little dirt back in at the end.

Alan & I flew together to CA, on the 7th June. We were able to arrange it so we could fly together. We had Saturday together just Alan and I which was nice to have some time just the 2 of us. After a great breakfast, Alan talked me into go for a bike ride in the hills near his house. Even though we went the "short, easy way" the ride took its toll on me!

That night we had dinner with Alan, Masami and the boys. We finished it off with some 6 handed cribbage, which left Alan promising revenge. The next morning, Alan had to fly to Japan and I rode with him to the airport to meet Nathan.....

In memory of my Dad

Since my dad's death, I've had quite a few friends ask about him and his life, so I thought I would post his obituary for those that are interested. I've got some photos and from my time in MN that I will share soon. Thank you to all the family and friends that have been so supportive over the last 2 months.
Derald Naumann Derald was born in the city of Elmore MN on January 14th 1930 the second child of Ira and Myrtle (Krosch) Naumann. The Naumann family lived in Elmore for the next year after which they moved to the former Dick Ripley farm, living there until 1939 when they moved to the Iowa farm south of Elmore. He attended country schools until graduating from Elmore High School in 1947. Derald became an avid sports participant in high school with competitive roles on the winning football and basketball teams. Derald attended the University of Minnesota Ag School and quickly became a successful college wrestler with highlights of making the final rounds of tryouts for the US Olympic team in 1952. Derald served as a cryptographer in the Korean War, and upon the completion of his tour of duty in the Army, he returned to the family farm. He remained proud of his country and its military and supported the cause by serving for more than 50 years in the local American Legion post, in a variety of roles, including the role of commander. Derald married Lois Jensen on May 26 1956 and they later divorced. On March 17th 1967 he married Bonnie Smith in Blue Earth and they lived on the family farm until his passing. Derald was actively involved in farming his whole life, but played many other roles in the community.After wrestling at the University of MN, and for the Army, and he was instrumental in founding and building the wrestling program at Elmore High School. He continued coaching until the school closed in 1990. For over 16 years, Derald was the greenskeeper at the Minn-Iowa Golf Club. He was a substitute mail carrier eventually having a full time mail route and retiring in 2000. He was actively involved in his church holding many offices over the years. He loved to be competitive whether it be playing cards, debating who caught the biggest fish, or in the many hours playing golf with his friends and family. Derald passed away peacefully in his home on 24 April 2009. He is survived by his wife, Bonnie, his children, Cory Naumann; Kristin (Nathan) Mannix; Brian (Jennifer) Naumann and their children, Lindsey, Jamie, Samantha and Owen; Alan (Masami) Naumann and their children, Stefanie, Michael, Bradley and Gregory; Julie ( Scott) Smith and their children, Summer, Taylor (Emily) and Crystal. Derald has 11 grandchildren and 5 great grand- children: Spencer, Mariana, Josiah, Layla and Kaitlyn. He will also be missed by his sister JoAnn Schaumburg, and brother Donnie (Connie) Naumann, his sister-in-law, Mardee (Dave) Heinrich, his brother-in-law Richard (Vickie) Houge and his aunts, Elvira Thompson, Eva Thorson and Madeline Naumann and many nieces and nephews.

Derald was preceded in death by his parents, Ira and Myrtle, his brother Edwin and his wife Geri and his brother-in-law Marvin Schaumburg. Derald was a grateful recipient of the gift of blood donated by many generous persons. Should friends so desire, expressions of sympathy are requested in the form of blood donations or monetary donations to the American Red Cross to aid in blood donation efforts.

Hockey...sweet, sweet hockey.

(Note to interested readers - some of you know about our recent emergency trip back to Minnesota - I'm not going to address all of that here. I just feel that this is not the forum.)


So I know what you're thinking. We're over halfway through the semifinal round of the playoffs, and no word about the ice? You're no doubt wondering where are my priorities? Like, am I even trying to grow a playoff beard?

Sadly for me, but happily for my employers and everyone that I have to kiss, I am not growing a beard this year. Had the Wild made it, I would be as hirsute as I can be. As it is, I'm not sure who I am even cheering for. I will say, however, that Tivo (or IQ as the call it here) makes the cheering much more fun! Not only is it recording all the games, rewinding and pausing the odd game that happens while I am awake, but it gives one a sense of power. If only it applied to real life - or even just stoplights - life would be greatly enriched.



Anyway, back to the playoffs.

It was never going to be the Rangers. I just can't, ever, not even if he were on my team, cheer for Avery. (in their favor, though, Mara has the best beard since Commodore). It also couldn't ever be the Sharks, in spite of the resurrection of Claude Lemieux. I like Jeremy Roenick, but there is something about watching Joe Thornton flounder that makes me happy.


The obvious choice is the Devils, since Brodeur is not only the best, but the coolest. Unfortunately, they just didn't have the firepower. Flyers? Nope. Hurricanes? Don't make me laugh. Anaheim? Anaheim? Hold on (vomiting sound). So...who does that leave? Red Wings are just cliche. They will probably win, but it's no fun to cheer for them. Their estimated 712,000 games of playoff experience makes it seem automatic, but it would be more exciting for a cinderella team to show up.

Did somebody say exciting? How about Ovechkin? I hadn't had much of a chance to watch him before, but he backchecks, scores goals, and boy! can he throw an open-ice hit! Fun to watch, plus Varlamov adds that Cinderella aspect of completely untried goalie carrying them through the first round. Unfortunately for the Caps, it will come down to coaching.


And let's face it - the Caps are coached by Mr. Carlson from WKRP, while the Penguins are coached by Noah Bennet from Heroes. No contest. Even if Boudreau did play for the Minnesota Fighting Saints, we've seen him taken advantage of by the likes of Les Nessman too many times.











So, my ideal matchup would be Blackhawks/Capitals in the final. I would accept a Red Wings/Penguins matchup. I have nightmares, however, that involve watching the Hurricanes and the Ducks. Only time will tell.


In the meantime, where's my razor?

FLAT SAM'S Easter Blog

This Easter, we had a surprise visitor from the US--FLAT SAM (A 2-d version of my neice Samantha mailed to us as a school assignment). Our job was to show FLAT SAM a bit of Australia.....so this blog is from her.

I arrived in Western Australia after 5 days in the international mail--boy was it cramped! (although I hear flying coach in Virgin Pacific is worse). Kris & Nathan were going to Albany for Easter and promised to take me on their vacation.

Friday, 10 April

We woke up at 6 am on Friday morning, trying to beat the traffic to Albany on the south coast of Western Australia. By 8 am the car was packed with camping equipment, and we were on the road. After joining a steady stream of cars heading down the Albany Hwy, Kris began a series of frantic calls to try and secure a campsite in the holiday traffic.

At about 1:30 pm, we arrived in the Pronogerup mountains about 30 minutes from Albany. The campsite was already full, but they made room for us to pitch our tiny tent among the Aussie's portable castles. Since it was a beautiful day, Kris and Nathan wanted to get into see a bit of Albany and the Southern ocean. We had lunch in the sunshine, went to the county courthouse, and tripped out to West Cape Howe to watch the sunset over the Southern Ocean. The sunset was more dramatic because Middleton Beach is one of the best hanggliding areas in Australia and we watched the gliders soar over the ocean before drifting down to join us on the beach.

I got the chance to hike a little bit of the Bibbulman Track, one of the longest hiking trails in Australia. Albany is where the Bibbulman Track starts...Kris wants to hike it all someday when her feet get better!

Saturday, 11 April

We woke early to head to Albany for a tour of the town. After a quick stop at the farmer's market, Kris and Nathan headed to the waterfront to take in the Festival of the Sea. Albany's town festival featured local Australian wines, fresh seafood, cooking demonstrations, entertainment.

After tasting a "yabbie pie"(a pot pie made with crayfish), we decided to take a break and head out for another event across town--the "youth national soapbox championships"at the top of the hill. We expected amateur constructions of plywood, bike wheels, and homemade paintjobs, but were shocked to find moulded plastic bodies racing downhill at breakneck speed. We talked to one of the organisers and find that there are 3 major clubs in Western Australia that have soapbox races all year long. I got a chance to sit in one of the winning racers.

We went back to the Festival of the Sea to watch the boat race. Teams had 4 hours to build their own boat from limited supply of plywood and glue. You wanted to do a good job because you had to paddle or sail your construction 200 m to the jetty and back. I picked my favorite boat for the race. One of the boats collapsed before it left shore, 4 others made it into the water, only 2 completed the full trip.

For dinner, we went to a restaurant right on the beach called the Squid Shack. I ate fresh squid! and it was delicious. The best squid I ever ate. Kris and Nathan had some shark too, but the squid was my favorite.

We decided to head back to the tent for an early night since we had a big day the next morning. Kris and Nathan crawled into the tent to find it overrun with ants! It had rained on and off all day, and one of the zippers had been open a tiny bit. The ants took shelter from the rain in Kris' sleeping bag. Several hours later, after a bit of bug spray and many, many sleeping bag inspections we all hit the hay.

Sunday 12 April

While Kris and Nathan were up early fixing breakfast, I watched the kids in the tents next door were finding Easter eggs. Would you believe the Easter bunny didn't bring me any FLAT EGGs? Kris and Nathan had planned a morning boat trip, a visit to the whaling museum, with an evening Easter service. We arrived at the jetty at 8 am. The wind was blowing and the waves looked rough. It was a scuba trip! And I got to come along too!

After packing up the scuba gear (including Kris' new wetsuit:), we climbed aboard the dive boat for a very bumpy 30 trip to Seal Cove (I would have gotten sick but Kris made me take dramamine). At Seal Cove, I could see at least 30 seals lay on the rocks near the water. As soon as I jumped in the water, the seals dived into see the divers.

The seals were mostly white, with big black eyes, and tiny ears. They could swim so fast--and were very cute and playful--they even decided to play with the hood of Nathan's wetsuit. I wish I could have gotten a picture but Kris' camera doesn't work in water that deep. One of the other seals nibbled on a diver's hand--and I could see they had big teeth like a pitbull. I'm glad they were only playing!

After playing with the seals, I got to visit a shipwreck--the Cheynes II, a whaling boat. The boat had been sunk by purpose--blown up by dynamite. Now it was covered in coral and sea grass. I could still see all the masts and portholes, now it was covered in coral and sea grass and surrounded by bright coloured tropical fish.

After our dive, we went to visit WHALE WORLD where I got to see the Cheynes IV--the sister ship to the wreck in the ocean. The ship had a big harpoon gun on the front, a huge engine (it used almost a ton of fuel a day), and a big winch to help pull the whales to shore. We watched a 3-D movie about whales and took a tour of the huge factory that used to make whale oil and ambergris for perfume. Whaling is outlawed in Australia, so the ship is just a museum to show what they used to do.

The museum took so long that we missed church! We sang Easter hymns all the way back to the tent. We didn't have any ants but Kris checked her sleeping bag just in case.

Monday 13 April

Our last day in the Pronogerups was beautiful. We went to see "art in the park" a collection of sculptures that are set in the national parkat the foot of the mountains. My favorite was this one.--wait, that's a plant.

After looking at the art, we went for a hike up to Castle Rock, in the Prongerups. The Prongerups are the oldest mountains in the world...more than 1400 million years old. They are home to 1000 different types of flowering plants and more than 78 different types of birds. When we got to the top, there was a cool boulder that weighed 140 tonnes balanced on its end. We climbed all the way to the very top and you could see for miles.

On our way down we stopped at Maleeya's Thai restaurant. Nathan said the spring rolls were the best he ever had. I had fish curry--it was very spicy so I shared most of it with Nathan. after lunch, we drove home. We stopped at the "big ram" a giant sheep in the town of Wagin tha has WOOLARAMA every year--where they shear the sheep and sell the wool.

I'm hoping I can stay a while longer in Australia--because Kris and Nathan want to take me snorkelling on the Ningaloo Reef in a few months!

one lump or two?

I love working at Murdoch vet school. It is NEVER boring.

Part of the reason its never boring is that there so much good work to do. Sometimes its about the people, sometimes its about the animals.

Yesterday, as I popped over to see the staff about one of our successful cases, a trailer pulled up outside the vet school with a CAMEL in it.

yep a camel (can you imaginewhat the people on the freeway thought?)

Tanami stands about 6 ft tall, and weighs about 500kg (1200 lbs). He's one of a few camels on a nearby hobby farm.

He's at Murdoch for a the "snip".
Tanami has an undescended testicle, which means that his regular vet was only able to geld him half-way. He still acted a bit too much like a stud, so he needs the other one removed. After calling a few vets none of whom wanted to try their hand at anesthetizing this big fella, they called Murdoch.

So Tanami sits in our production animal barn, heads above the other sheep, goats, and alpacas. Tomorrow is the big surgery day. So far a steady stream of students and staff have visitedhim to wish him good luck on his surgery. I popped down for a cuddle just to make Nathan's aunt Molly jealous.

Tomorrow the media arrives to document this unusual case. I can't wait for the headlines. One hump or two takes on an entirely different meaning when you are talking about a camel gelding.

Our roommates

When we were invited to take up a cheap lease on our new house, we were excited about the opportunity but a little cautious. The conditions of the lease included the care and feeding of 2 cats.

It was clear from the first that we were moving into the cats' house. Before we could sign up for the deal, the cats would have to approve. I was overseas but Nathan, the cat whisperer, managed to woo these shy and somewhat high-strung cats into a little cuddle on the first date.

When Col and Clyde moved out, the cats were quite upset. Neither would stay in the same room with us for the first week. But Nathan again worked his magic and they have relaxed. Just last week, we made another test...moving Jake back (into his own half of the house). Jake's rather potent smell and earsplitting yowling have our new roommates a little nervous, (not that it looks it from these pictures!) and we are hoping to slowly introduce them to each other.

But first we'll introduce them to you:

To dance is human to Polka is Divine (Polka) is an 11 yr old female Siamese, who is quite timid and likes a bit of a snuggle. She is terrified of Jake, and even though he's behind a shut door, Polka runs in fear when Jake starts his usual yowling for company.
I had coordinated my previous work wardrobe with Jake--black suits to hide his black cat hair. Polka's cream colour fur means I need a new wardrobe for each part of the house.
She is a big change from ole Jake, as she is definitely a lap cat. Once she has found a lap she is there FOREVER. She likes Nathan best, perhaps because my tiny bladder won't allow for extended uninterrupted lap time. Polka is also convinced the way to get our attention is to sit on the computer keyboard while we try to type.

Pinky Freidman (Pinksta) is an 11 yr old neutered male Burmese who is slightly crazy. The first 3 weeks he would freak out if you were entered a room he was in, now 6 weeks in he's becoming a lap cat too. He has the most pitiful meow (like he has laryngitis).

Pinky gets to go outside every day with a belled collar. In the morning he jumps on the counter by the door to have his collar put on. Once it's on, he'll jump down ready to get outside for the morning scout.

He apparently is quite aggressive when he is outside (as we have already seen him fight with another neighbor cat). Although we hope to avoid any conflicts, Jake can take him. Not only does he weigh twice as much as Pinky, he doesn't have such a weenie name.




Jake "the Peg" (Jacque) is our big black 3-legged cat. He's probably about 14 years old, and wasn't neutered until he was 2 or 3. He has old Tomcat jowels, urine like napalm, and in London terrorised cats within a 6 mile radius. Since then, we have kept him as a house cat, with no other cats for competition. He has adjusted to the move to our new home graciously, with no malicious peeing and almost no curiosity about the cats on the other side of the door.

They all still live separate lives: Pinky outside for most the day, Polka on her own in the house, and Jake in his half of the room. Maybe someday we'll get brave enough to try and mix these 3 cats together.

As I was telling my sister about our cats, I was reminded of my neices and nephew predicting I would eventually become the crazy cat lady with 20 cats.

3 down, 17 to go.