Estoy escuchando el Jazz.

 Jake and I took a quick train trip down to New Orleans. Planned a long time ago, when things were less hectic, but we held to it, and glad we did. 

Got to Chicago with bonus time to spare.

Here we go!

Louisiana

Jackson Square: sight of the signing of the Louisiana Purchase

St. Louis Cathedral

Bonus: Christmas Tree

Overlooking Jackson Square and St. Louis Cathedral

The Mighty Mississippi River: 200ft deep as it winds through New Orleans

Jacques-Imo's

riding the streetcars

La Belle Esplanade

La Belle Esplanade (the red building in the middle)

one of many coffee shops throughout the city

Cemeteries of New Orleans

West Pearl River bridge

Alligators

More Alligators

Pearl River

Honey Island Swamp

Raccoons in the swamp

Honey Island Swamp

Snakes in the swamp

Wild hogs in the swamp

Indian Village along Pearl River. Accessible only by boat.

Whitney Plantation: Allees Gwendolyn Midlo Hall

 Whitney Plantation: Field of Angels

No date of birth. No gender. No name. Only a date of death.

Whitney Plantation

quick stop along Royal Street

Our neighbor out sitting on her porch with her coffee, cigarette and jazz playing. Just relaxin' on a slow Saturday morning in New Orleans. 

Breakfast at La Belle Esplanade

 

Acorns were everywhere

Experiencing the beignet from the original Cafe du Monde in City Park

Children's museum City Park

Sir Cumference Playground City Park

City Park

Canal Street

When you need to catch your train home, but want to grab a sandwich quick first.

Caesar's Superdome and Smoothie King stadium

Almost Home.

Bonus Time in Chicago again!

Much Love.

Estoy votando.

 Election Day. For the first time in over a decade I actually participated. Would I have participated if not for Jake holding up the personal standard..., no, the personal responsibility, we have as citizens to take part in our country? History would say probably not, but maybe I would have, prompted to do so by a decade of guilt at my decision not to participate. 

Some years ago, I was contacted by a random Ph.D. student, introducing himself as an individual interested in how the thoughts and experiences written by people like myself on weblogs and other social media can be used to make conclusions about society as a whole. He explained that he was contacting me in an effort to try to collect reliable data about bloggers’ opinions, experiences, and characteristics in order to refine and evaluate his analyses. I consented to his request and for the next 2 or so years saw the effect of some sort of algorithm hitting my blog on a daily basis. At the time I almost felt guilty, thinking that the effort to analyze my blog would prove futile for the researchers, for what would my few stories have to say about general society as a whole?

I have not made it a regular practice of reading my own blog, but in the past few years I have occasionally taken a dive back over the years, just out of curiosity, and quite honestly been surprised at what I found. I never intentionally wrote about my opinion, in fact, can attest to an intention to write generally without opinion. However, as I would read what I wrote, my experiences shared, my stories dramatized, my fears and my joys felt; I could hear my opinion and my character bleed through those carefully chosen words. So perhaps, not as futile as I had assumed. Even today, writing about my decision to participate in the voting process for the first time in over a decade, yes, definitely reflects society as a whole. 

This year has also been the most I've probably prayed for those involved. Especially today, safety for all parties, for all candidates, and for our country as next steps are taken over the next few months of transition, whatever direction that transition takes. Could we all love just a little bit more!

Now I'll get down from my soap box! 

Jake and I were in Michigan with the Bowermans.

Good times and a very memorable airbnb stay!

From Michigan we jetted down to Texas for a quick weekend with the Knowles. 

High noon at Cadillac Ranch.

No we did not partake in the spray painting of the cadillacs but that didn't stop us from appreciating the covering layers of caked paint.

 

Hiking at Palo Duro Canyon. The second largest canyon system in the United States.

Sunrise at Palo Duro Canyon.

Friends at Lighthouse Rock.

Lighthouse Rock

 

 The Knowles and the Bowermans

And of course last by not least. Halloween at the office!

Much Love.

Estoy orando.

 We are feeling the after-affects of Hurricane Helene here in Lafayette, IN. Baxter Manufacturing in NC is a global supplier of IV fluids, amongst other things, and Franciscan contracts with Baxter supplying all facilities with the IV fluids required for resuscitation, for maintenance, and yes, for surgery. The manufacturing site was completely destroyed by Hurricane Helene and there is currently no timeline when it can be up and running again. Last week, just as I had gotten up and running again, back in the groove, they asked all purely elective cases to be postponed until the hospital's supply of IV fluids can be resumed. I felt incredibly dejected puttering to a "slow way down" once again just as I was ready to sprint to the end of the year. 

I have to keep reminding myself that, as I am not physically in NC myself, the hospital itself is still standing and not destroyed by Hurricane waters and winds, I really have no room to complain, and definitely much to be thankful for. But sometimes, it is just so much easier said than done. I have a long list of patients waiting for their surgeries, and I would love to line them up and satisfy their requests. But here we are waiting. So hard sometimes.  

Waiting really does take a lot of faith, and the balance between waiting, continuing to wait, and action seems to blur at times. 

Last weekend we served lunch for the West Lafayette church, menu = baleadas. But we still found some time to spend else wise. 

When your birthday cake is aerated, and delivered saying "eat immediately or it will dissipate", you of course have to pause to take a picture!

We finally made it to Wolf Park in Battle Ground, IN. Invited Carrie, Troy and nephews to join!

They really are beautiful animals.

Howl Night at Wolf Park. 

Much Love.

Estoy disfrutando el otoño.

Today is the last day of my unexpected and spontaneously open two weeks. Just stopping by to photo dump from the past two weeks. Kind of fun to take pictures of us doing life. 

Happy 33rd birthday Jake. I love you!

Joining Jake in the tractor, spent the evening harvesting soybeans.

Jake has helped White Farms during harvest for many years. It was fun getting to meet the Whites.

 Taking the moto out for evening rides.

Exploring those old forgotten cemeteries.

Trail running on the Wabash Heritage Trail.

The Wishing Tree

 

Much Love.

Estoy pasando tiempo.

Time is a funny thing. Such an eloquent turn-of-phrase, my own literary prowess impresses even me. Yes, I'm being highly facetious to cover up the fact that I started this paragraph with such a weak statement. I can try again, perhaps fickle would be a better adjective for such a deserving noun as time. A month ago, approximately, I was notified of a work trip to Israel. It would last two weeks, and I had less than 3 weeks notice. It led to what has been the most stressful week I've experienced in a long time. The week prior to my projected deployment I was on call leaving me with 1.5 weeks to be not only ready for the deployment to Israel, but also for what was to be waiting when I returned in October. Fast-forward those three weeks, and at seemingly last minute, the trip was cancelled. My first reaction was disappointment that I had struggled through the stress and arrived on the other side, to find that it hadn't even been necessary. At work we had managed to completely clear my weeks, including all surgeries and clinics as well as calls either covered or cancelled and rescheduled. I felt rather foolish having asked the office staff, my tech and my partners to jump through hoops for me, all for nothing. As I moved on from the disappointment and began to cycle through the 5 stages a feeling of disrespect crept in. I felt disrespected. I had been asked to play a wild and hectic game of Tetris... only it wasn't a game, it had been real life and very real patients had been affected by it.  I don't question God's timing, and freely accept I was either needed at home, or protected from something in Israel, or perhaps I just needed the exercise in flexibility. All of which held me right where I needed to be, when I needed to be there. 

In these extra two weeks I was able to attend the funeral for my great aunt Beth. I was able to help Jake work through his last few weeks of his Spanish class. (Which illustrates why my grade school desire of being a teacher when I grew up, thankfully, did not come to fruition.) I have gotten to see Harvest 2024 get underway. I was able to spend a rainy weekend camping with some friends. I was able to attend Bible study and small group, and otherwise invest time in our community. 

In essence, we are blessed with time. I pray to never take it for granted and always appreciate where I am, and when I am there.

Estoy en guardia.

The theme for call this week has been appendicitis. It actually was a trend my partner started last week. But seems like every appendix is coming screaming and howling. It's Friday and the start of my stretch of 3 days into the weekend. Not exactly the most fun way to spend a weekend, but when you consider it allows my partners a whole weekend, and then that flips next week. I have to admit enjoying having the majority of my weekends without call, and therefore take my turn as best I can.

This morning started working together on a case with our Gastroenterologist, and him expressing,"Isn't it amazing what dodo can do?" Definitely good for a chuckle or two, but I still haven't decided how that bodes for the call. Call me superstitious, but I am now filled with an ominous feeling of what is waiting for me over the next three days. 

To distract myself... enjoy these pictures of Jake and I at our RidersFirst motorcycle safety beginners class. We are both official motorcycle endorsed and anxiously awaiting the title of our own moto so we can keep practicing (not just in our own backyard!). Ready for the mountain trails in Honduras is the goal!

With our instructors Daniel & Justin and our whole class.

Much Love.