Overnight Salad

This salad can easily be changed to whatever vegetables you are in the mood for. Except for the dressing, there are no specific amounts listed. That is how the recipe was given to me. Here is what we generally use:

cauliflower florets
broccoli florets
summer squash
bell pepper

1 1/2 cup extra virgin olive oil
1/2 cup apple cider vinegar
1/2 tsp black pepper
1 tsp dill weed
3/4 tsp salt
1/2 tsp garlic powder (I use fresh garlic)

The Costa Rica Climb

Last year during Bob’s solo trip to Costa Rica, he had emailed me a description of the mountain road between Quepos and San Jose. It was the first time he had ridden it and commented that he would never take me up that road. Here is my post about that: A Road I Will Never Get to Bike-pack

During this year’s trip, Bob asked me if I wanted to have a taste of what he experienced. Of course I did! He decided that a 3 km climb to a little soda (restaurant) for lunch would suffice. Only 3 km? Really? My body agreed with that before we reached our destination.

Intense heat pierced the extensive shady stretches, making the ride brutal. Sweat poured out like rain. Lucky for me there were a couple spots we stopped at to take a breather. Somewhere before reaching the soda, I had to push my bike up the rest of the way. I sure know how to disappoint myself.

Going back down from the little soda to Quepos.

The road is a bit steeper than what the photo indicates. Bob and I had to ride the brakes down all the way to prevent from going too fast. At any rate, that road is a steady 22 km climb. Now I understand why Bob would never take me up the full distance.


Misdiagnosed Child

Have you ever known a person or child for a short time, and years later you still find yourself thinking about that person?

Well it happens to me, and this time I am thinking about a little boy named “Sam” (name changed for privacy). I met him when I was a church secretary and accountant about 15 years ago. Sam, who was in first grade at the time, attended the parochial school that is part of that church.

Sam was a sweetheart, although occasionally rambunctious. He had been sent to the office a few times for being disruptive. One time, when my boss was gone for the afternoon, I seized the opportunity to work with Sam. (My boss would have NEVER allowed me to do that). Sam was supposed to be doing his homework while on “detention”. All I heard him do was tap his pencil on the table in the next room.

I told Sam that he was supposed to be doing his homework. Silence. Then more tapping. Process repeated. That is when I walked over to Sam to “coach” him.  Sam pleaded to me to give him the answers. “NO”. Then he claimed he didn’t know how to read. “I KNOW you can read.” I had Sam read the instructions out loud before writing the answers down, which were always correct. Sam was smart. I realized he needed more individual attention than what a traditional classroom offered, but it was not my business to “butt in”.

I knew Sam was on medication for ADHD. Later, I could not figure out why he had more disruptive outbreaks. I learned that Sam’s medication was changed to try and calm him down more. Well, it had the opposite effect. One day he came into the office, crying, and declared that “NOBODY CARES (about me)!” I walked up to him and said, “I care”. My heart went out to him and wanted to hug Sam, but didn’t think rules allowed that.

Shortly before I left the job, I heard that the doctors possibly misdiagnosed Sam and that he might be autistic. Oh, really?

Sometime after I left the job, I attended an event at that church. Sam and his mom were there. That happy, rambunctious little boy I knew was gone. Replacing him was an eight year old zombie. I wanted to cry.

I could not help but wonder if maybe Sam needed some simple changes in his life. Questions came into my mind. Does he have a sensitivity to certain foods? Should he not eat anything with sugar at all? Is he fed foods with artificial food coloring? Does he need to get more exercise and preferably outdoors for fresh air and sunshine?

I did not know the answers. My guess is that Sam never needed medication to begin with. All I know is that Sam, now a young man, got messed up when he was a child because of medications. Now, after all these years, I can’t help but wonder where Sam is now and what he is doing.

All I can do is keep Sam in my prayers and trust that God will watch over him.

Garbanzo Bean Salad

This salad is simple to make and great for pot lucks.

2 C cooked garbanzo beans
juice of 3 lemons
2 T olive oil
1 T minced garlic
1 cucumber, chopped
1 C cherry tomatoes, halved
1/4 to 1/2 C minced parsley or cilantro
salt and pepper to taste

Mix all ingredients in a bowl. Cover. Refrigerate at least one hour before serving.



Life’s Too Short

Hello everyone!

Yes, an extra post coming in. After talking with a dear friend last night, I felt compelled to write this.

We talked about how we take family and friends for granted and don’t keep in touch with them as much as we should. We don’t let them know how much we appreciate them. Then one day, they are gone from this earth. It still hurts knowing that I haven’t taken the effort to keep in contact with my circle of loved ones more often.

Life’s too short to take things for granted.

If you have been meaning to call someone but time just slides by, make it a point to make that phone call. And I mean CALL. No texting or emailing. If possible, visit them at their home or get together somewhere.

You will be happy you did.