Um, Forest Fire?

So, on September 19th at around 2:00 PM it was discovered that there was a brush fire happening by the Scoggins Creek at the backside of Hagg Lake. Unfortunately for us, we live on the backside of the lake. Fortunately for us, the location of the fire was about 4 miles from us (if you're driving it by road. A little shorter as the crow flies). We were surprised but not overly concerned at first. You could see the plume of smoke behind our house and it looked like it was RIGHT. THERE. There were also ashes and charred leaves falling everywhere.   But we could also hear helicopters and planes and they were obviously actively fighting it. By evening though, we knew it wasn't a good situation. They hadn't had enough daylight to keep using the air support and the small ground teams could only dig fire lines so fast.

Smoke a couple hours after it started

You can see the growing amount of haziness in the sky and a sort of illumination of the fire in the smoke

The next morning, sky is full of smoke

By the next morning we realized it was getting a little more serious; a lot of people on a far neighboring road had been evacuated, but the wind had been blowing away from us since the previous day. I left the house to go visit my horse for a while before I got a call from my MIL letting me know that our road had been issued a level 2 evacuation notice. It breaks down into 3 levels: level 1 means get packed and have your plan, level 2 means get set to go (and voluntarily leave), level 3 means GO NOW. The winds had changed and were blowing the fire our direction. I hurried back towards home and got stopped at a check point where a park ranger had NO additional information for me other than if I didn't live on the lake I couldn't pass. I live up there, thank you, now excuse me while I bundle up my life's belongings. 

Within a couple hours, MIL and I had everything important to us stacked in the middle of the living room and all 7 of the cats (yes, seven, don't judge us) and dog accounted for. I was even making plans on how to transport my two adolescent hens. 

Everything stacked in the living room

FIL had taken it upon himself to save the Chevelle first and when he returned to start packing his other important items, MIL and I broke out the alcohol I had been hoarding in my room. Red wine, honey wine, blue Kinky, Jose Cuervo and Kraken rum (FIL polished off the hard A). FIL and friend even made a beer and snack run and we hosted a very exclusive Fire Party at the Graham house while we waited to hear if we were being upgraded to level 3. 

Eventually our excitement fizzled out (no pun intended) and we gave our goods pile the hairy eyeball and meandered off to bed. By the next morning we were pretty much in the clear thanks to the amazing air and ground support fighting the fire. We were pleased to not have to evacuate but of course there was the whole problem of putting everything back. It made me realize how much useless shit I have and could do without.

It also made me realize just how precious everything is. A house is a house until a house is a home, and this is home. It's filled with memories and love and a feeling that's not really tangible but has something to do with homesickness. This may not be my permanent residence and there are for sure times where I wish I had my own little place, but it is so special to me and I feel so grateful to get to live here. I couldn't imagine it being ripped away from me by a man-made fire. 

Here's to the drenching, quenching rain we've had the last few days. No more fires for a long time, please.

Humira

So I've been dealing with Psoriasis since I was 11. It sucks. A lot. It is an incurable, non-contagious Autoimmune disorder and the symptoms are widespread inflammation of internal organs, skin, and sometimes joints (Psoriatic Arthritis). Someone without Psoriasis sheds their skin cells about every 28 days, an individual with the disease sheds every 3-4 days which is why you will see us with scaly patches on our arms or other areas of our body. For some people, they only experience small patches that flare up every once in a while. For some, like me, they are ultimately going through a constant flare up. I have been on several kinds of yucky medications, I have been without medication and been in a constant state of flare up, I've also been on nasty medications that made me sick and didn't work.

Two weeks ago I finally was able to start Humira. If you've seen commercials on TV for it, you know that it is being marketed for Psoriasis, Psoriatic Arthritis, Crohn's, and Rheumatoid Arthritis. I am fortunate to be able to try it. My Kaiser Permanente health plan only covers 50% of it which means it still costs $1600/month. Because Andrew is active duty I also am covered under Tricare military insurance which brings my grand total to $13 every two months.

Humira (adalimumab) is what's known as a TNF (Tumor Necrosis Factor) blocker. TNF is ONE cause of inflammation in Psoriasis patients and because our immune system is in overdrive we are producing more than we need. The Humira attaches itself to TNF and helps to reduce the inflammation and pain associated with it. However, this is detrimental to our immune system and can lead to an increased risk of infections and serious illness. Unfortunately, you have to decide whether or not the risks outweigh the benefits.

So, to start, they send you a Psoriasis Starter Pack. This includes 4 self injector pens. The schedule works like this: Day 1: Administer two 40mL pens, Day 8: Administer one pen, Day 22: One pen, and then one pen every two weeks after that.

Google image.

Injecting yourself with the pen is simple enough. You remove the caps on both ends of the pen, pinch the skin on your thigh or belly where you intend to inject, press the pen down on your skin and push the button. A spring loaded needle is released into your skin and the serum starts flowing. However, the serum burns terribly while going in and it takes 10 seconds for it to finish. Pressing that button is like ripping off a strip of wax from your own skin. Only, the pain lasts a little longer. Generally they say you'll see results in about 12 weeks.

For me, the results have started immediately. After the first day I started to immediately see a reduction in inflammation. Today, I am 85% clear of scales. There is some redness where the scales used to be but this is an amazing improvement. Hardly any itching, no cracking, no flaking. I'm starting to look like a human being instead of a Psoriasaurus. Will keep updating on the progress. Hopefully the positive results continue with very few negative side effects.

Anyhow, that was my informative post for the year! Carry on!

My Favorite Spot

All my life I've been drawn to water. I love to swim, I love to watch waves lap against the shore, I love the way light moves across the water. It was not too hard of a decision to move back up to Hagg Lake for the duration of Andrew's deployment. Sure, it's pretty out of the way and it takes so long to get anywhere. Sure, I don't get cell service at my house and the internet is sub-par at best. I wouldn't trade the convenience of living back in town to the feeling I get when I drive across the dam at dusk and the sun is setting and casting the most amazing colors across the water and perfectly reflecting them back to the sky like a flawless, otherworldly mirror. I wouldn't trade convenience for the hard emotional days when I just pull up to my favorite spot and sit on the edge of a cliff dangling my bare feet and letting the sound of those waves wash the stress away. This place is so special to me. I have lived here during a few phases of my life and it's just home. I actually wish I could just pitch a tent and live like a wildling, just to be closer to that sound. 

Medford: Deployment Ceremony

So this post is a bit overdue, but on Wednesday the 16th I got up early in the morning and myself and another military wife made the 5 hour drive down to Medford to attend the Oregon Army National Guard deployment ceremony that was happening for the 186th Infantry. For anyone who doesn't know, my husband is a Staff Sergeant and has been in the military the entire time that we have been a couple. This is his second combat deployment; his first was to Iraq in 2009-2010.
I got there a couple days before the ceremony so that we had time together. Conveniently enough, the hotel shared a parking lot with the armory and Andy was able to just walk back and forth between reporting and being released. 
Medford was unbelievably hot, breaching 100 degrees, and I think I had the AC in the hotel room at 68. Unfortunately, the ceremony was in a Gymasium in Ashland and there were no fans or AC and I'm fairly certain all of Oregon was crammed into those bleachers. I was smooshed shoulder to shoulder with a high profile politician and my M-I-L. 
The ceremony itself was ... disappointing to say the least. These types of things are never fun to be at but this event in particular was sort of botched. The speeches were very cookie cutter and those who got up behind the microphone could hardly peel their eyes from their scripts. To make things worse, our own state rep made the grave error of referring to the 186th as a cavalry division. There were a lot of perturbed faces under those camo caps. 
All the other speeches were redundant. "We'll take care of your family while you're gone." - "You are so brave." - "We WILL make sure your family is taken care of." Words like this are sort of a slap in the face to the soldiers and to those of us left behind. Once our men (and women) leave, we are pretty much on our own. Luckily, the ceremony only lasted about an hour and I watched as what could have become the worst Zombie Apocalypse situation formed around the only exit. It probably took us another 20 minutes to get out into the fresh air. We hung around for a little bit so I could take some pictures and then we all bounced to go get some Kaleidoscope Pizza (DELICIOUS). 
The following day we said goodbye between lots of tears and clutching. My friend and I climbed into the car in silence and drove away from our other halves. Fortunately, the scenery from Medford to Portland is unreal and I used it as an excuse to stare out the window in teary-eyed silence. One more leave before Afghanistan, this time in Texas. 
Have some photos:

Andy and Dad

Andy and Mom

Ishack and Jessica

Stosh, Johnny, Andy, Ishack

Stosh, Johnny, Andy, Ishack

Johnny and Allie

Photographed by Johnny. Thanks, Johnny! <3

Rest in peace, pork chop.

Tonight I discovered that one of the pork chops died. For those of you who don't know, Andy and I started a beginner 10 gallon fresh water tank last year. We stocked it with a beautiful betta fish, two catty-wompas (cory-catfish), 5 or so pork chops (raspboras) and a couple flighty sucker fish. All was going well for quite some time and then things went downhill real fast.
 First, my betta started to show signs of illness. Being very new to fish, we tried everything that we could find on google and fish forums. It came down to putting him at rest (it's a fish, I know) and I was extremely torn up about it. I was so proud of my betta and how well he was getting along with his tank mates and how he seemed to recognize us and he would come to the surface begging for treats. Not long afterward, one of our catfish died. And then the other. And then a couple raspboras here and there. And then a sucker fish. It was obvious the tank had been compromised by some fish-borne illness. We treated the tank with fish antibiotics and anti-fungals. In the end, three raspboras were left and one elusive sucker. The survivors even endured the 50 minute truck ride to move from the apartment to the house. 
And then Andy left. Tonight I discovered that one of the pork chops died. I think it's my fault. This was his fish project after all. I had wanted a ferret and when we got to the pet store, he decided we were getting the fish instead. There are three fish left. As I watch them dart around the tank I am really burdened by a sense of sadness and inevitability. Tomorrow will I discover that one more of the pork chops died?

This Summer

I have some plans this summer to stay busy. First off, I am taking two summer classes: a business class and a photography class. What does this mean? This means you can expect to be bombarded by awkwardly creative/abstract pictures and ... tips about business? 

I am super thrilled about the photo class, I think it's going to be a lot of fun and it's going to get me using my camera a lot more again and in a better way. I've already been experimenting. After the first class I immediately drove out to my barn and snapped a couple shots of Friesian Mare and Baby (also known as Ericka and Tiberius). I think they came out pretty good considering I used my 300mm lens that is known to give shaky blur without a tripod (and because I am still not totally versed in how to use it to its full potential.) 

Other than the classes, I have a surprise trip planned (more on that later) and I am hoping to take my horse to the beach and poker rides/trail course playdays this summer. He really thrived on that stuff last year and I think it's really great for his brain. We're going to be starting up dressage lessons with a really accomplished trainer shortly and I'm hoping we'll have some shows in our future for next summer. 

All in all, I have a lot to strive for this year and it's my goal to make this deployment an opportunity for opportunities. I really owe it to myself. 

Flashback 2009: Savannah

I step out into the hot Savannah air,

My sundress plastered to my body.

I look for you.

Southern jazz tickles my ears.

A static prickle dances up my neck,

Nothing to do with the simple melody.

I see you first, conspicuous in camouflage.

Your hand slips into mine,

We’ve made plans and we’re late.

Under a canopy of oak we vow,

‘Til death do us part.

Our kiss tastes of metal and gunpowder.

One more hug, just one more.

But you have to go,

There are men relying on you.

I watch you drive away.

I love you and

I pray the desert gives you back to me.

Poem copyright Ashley Graham.

What's Happening?

So I've just started this blog and it is pretty much to document things of interest while my husband (Andrew) is deployed to Afghanistan. Communication with him will not be as ample (if you could even call it that) as it was in Iraq, meaning we will not get to Skype or communicate via messaging services during his downtime unless he gets onto a computer connected to the internet, which could be rare. As of right now, he is doing his AT (annual training). He will be given a pass for 4th of July weekend and then the next time he will have pass is near the end of September. By that time he will be finishing up in Texas and the men will be headed out of country to their ultimate destination.

With all of this in mind, I have decided to try and keep a blog so that he can stay updated on some goings on when he is able to access the internet and as a way to keep me sane and give me something to focus on. More than likely, this deployment will be a year or longer and with the volatile state of Afghanistan, it won't be an easy one. Even though this blog in intended for Andy, I would still love it if friends and family would like to occasionally follow along. I will be trying some multi-media of vlogs (video blogging), creative writing, and regular blogging.

Anyway, happy reading!

Miss You Already

Missing my best friend so much right now: the person who laughs at my corny jokes, who knows I'm super awkward and weird but finds it amusing (mostly), the person who makes eye contact with me every time something happens and we automatically know we're thinking the same thing. I am missing my friend who generously allowed me to leech onto his Kindle while he was reading The Shining so that we could read it together, simultaneously. I miss my movie partner who doesn't think it's excessive to go to the theater two days in a row, or even three. I miss the person who keeps me grounded, who pushes me not to be a hermit, who won't let me become a cat lady. Missing the "hon, hon HON, HON!!". I miss my favorite person in the entire world, the one who I am so proud of for his fortitude, commitment, motivation. He seriously has the best stats roll ever. Love you, hon. Miss you so much and it's hardly been a day.

Flashback 2009: Before Goodbye

     The air is crisp, like the first bite into a Red Delicious. The sky is a pale shade of grey, with hints of blue spackled across like a work in progress. It's freezing out here, but we're insulated by our cold weather gear. Bundled up like children, out to play in the snow. The hike isn't easy, but walking through snow is simpler than stumbling through blackberry vines in the summer. Each step elicits that apple crunch, and there are three of us - plus one - hungrily eating up the ground with our boots.  
     Straight ahead we can hear the background roar of a full-bellied creek. It's fast this time of year, each ripple frothing with white speed. It is the soundtrack to our journey, and I appreciate its steady rhythm. Without it, we would be hiking in relative silence, and even with three of us - plus one - it would have seemed strangely lonely.
     It isn't long into our hike that we reach the creek's impassable girth. Momentarily flabbergasted, we look around at each other, silently questioning our next move. If we cross through, we will most certainly affect the integrity of our gear. It is our plus one that finds the path and makes the decision for us. Her thick black coat is dull and weathered from many outings just like this. She scouts out a fallen tree that spans from one side to the other on a shallow incline. Effortlessly and without saying a thing, she traipses across and waits for us on the other side.
     I am with two men, and to show their adeptness they cross first. Both of them toss their packs to the other side and with feline grace, balance smoothly over the mossy bridge. I am last in line, and notably clumsy with my too-big pack. I am not strong enough to throw it across the wide gap, so I strap it a little tighter to my back and crawl hands-and-knees over the slippery surface. The men have already readied their packs and are scouting out the next path. It is only our plus one that greets me with congratulations when I reach the other side. Her eyes find mine and she smiles with a slight tilt to her head.
     We are off again, crunching through the February frost. We travel in silence for several miles, serenaded only by the creek flowing on our right. I stop on several occasions to take a quick snapshot of the landscape. Monstrous pines surround us, casually swaying their tops as we pass, waving us on. Mostly everything is covered in 6 inches of white. We have not seen a single deer, it's hard to walk quietly here.

     Our plus one is having a grand time. She is running, tirelessly, through the snow. Like an athletic thoroughbred, she is jumping fallen logs and weaving through tightly packed trunks. She is thrilled to be out here with us, thrilled as only a dog can be. Her name is Suzie, and she is a black lab. Her mane of black fur is crystallized with ice flecks, but she is warm under that thick blanket of hair. Her eyes are so golden surrounded by all this white earth, and when she looks at you, ears pricked, you can see her joy reflecting outward.

     It has now begun to darken outside. Dusk is fast approaching and we have not yet decided on a spot to set up our tents. We determine that it is high time to stop and prepare camp. We choose a really lovely spot next to the creek with a whimsical canopy of fir branches. I begin unpacking the tent while the men attempt to build a fire. Suzie is watching my every move. Her eyes no longer flashing happiness, but confusion instead. She did not realize we would be staying out here.

     When darkness starts to descend up here, it doesn't take long. The men have been working on the fire for nearly twenty minutes, and have not succeeded. Everything is much too wet and they are struggling to see what they're doing. It is unbelievably cold, and I watch their flints spark with yearning. Just catch one piece of kindling, one. No luck.

     We resort to our flashlights, and climb unceremoniously into the tent. Our three sleeping bags are cramped together in our two person tent, but it's fairly comfortable. Suzie is allowed in, she is permitted to lie upon our feet, and she does - very quietly. We lay back our heads and listen to the thundering of the churning water. One by one, we close our eyes.

      
     We try to sleep away the cold.