You should write a blog

This is the post excerpt.

That’s what she said.

A simple comment on one of my facebook  posts by a friend. Someone I respect.

I read it and smiled. Then life continued.

But then I thought, “why not”?

“You should write a blog. Call it Just west of Nowhere”

That’s what she said.

Well……………….OK, I think I will.


To be continued…………..as I figure this thing out…………..




In the Flowers

IMG_1059They lined the road to my grandparents farm. They were a vivid memory of my childhood. Now they line the rural roads here Just West of Nowhere. I could almost see my grandma on her front porch every time I drove past them. It’s her birthday. I think she would have been 110 years old.

Happy Birthday! ❤️

Just West of Nowhere

IMG_0079Sometimes this sign feels like a welcome home.

Sometimes this sign feels like a stop on my journey.

Sometimes this sign feels like it’s just mocking me.

And sometimes I don’t even notice this sign as I drive by.

Sometimes I wonder if I should always try to find a reason for this sign to make me smile or embrace the times it makes me sigh.

Sign of the times?

Sign of the place?

Just West of Nowhere.

Living somewhere between total contentment and what the hell are we doing here.

Just have to remind myself, most of us live here. We remember where we were. Don’t take enough time to appreciate where we are. Wonder where we are going.

Here I am, where the sunsets are beautiful and life feels right more than not. But on occasion……sigh.






IMG_0508Meet Ghost! Yea, I know that’s a silly name for a puppy. But this puppy has a story.

We weren’t looking for a puppy. We had lost our schnauzer Bing awhile back and have settled into being a one dog family. But my niece had a puppy she needed to find a home for…..

They brought her over to meet us and she literally vanished. We had a extensive search. Ten or so people searching this small neighborhood Just West of Nowhere. We searched for hours.

Eventually we conceded she was lost. Lost to a tragic end to another animal or picked up by someone driving out by the lake. She was gone, probably dead.

Two days later, our Tink was barking at something in the back yard. She was over near Mal’s shop. Hoping it wasn’t a skunk or a snake, I went to investigate. I heard a scratching and a faint whimper coming from inside the shop. I knocked on the window to get Mal’s attention. He came to the door and I told him there was something in his shop. I thought he had closed a dog or cat in there. He thought it might have been a rat he thought he had seen earlier.

He hit the garage door opener. He had inadvertently left the light on. Nothing. Not a sight of any animal, not a sound to be heard as we searched among the stuff that gets put in the spare garage Just West of Nowhere.

The next day, while I was working a local election, Mal and my nephew Shane found this puppy hiding behind a stack of wood in his shop.

She didn’t make it easy. She apparently didn’t want to be found. She was hungry and thirsty. She already has Mal wrapped around he paw. And she is back from the dead.

Ghost seems to fit…….and she seems happy we found her……Tink still hasn’t decided…….


IMG_0348Always thankful for family, friends, health and kindness out here Just west of Nowhere.

Also thankful for the reminder that occasionally we should shake off some old stuff and let it fall to the ground.

Let the trivial stuff blow away in the wind and take the time to clean up the rest.


Clean slate. Ready for the next season, the next year, the next chapter….



IMG_0233I gladly helped my husband put his boat in the lake today

That hasn’t always been the case. But today, it felt especially good.

He hasn’t been able to do this for a while.

Thankful for the doctors.

Thankful for the prayers.

Thankful for the healing.

Beware you Fishes

He’s Back!

Caution! Road Work Behind

Let’s retire and move to Just west of Nowhere!

NO. Nope. What? Seriously? Are you crazy?

Yes we did. We retired sometime between way to early and perfect timing.

We packed up years of stuff. Some useless stuff, some necessary stuff and some treasured stuff. We moved to a house at the lake. A little house that needed some work and inspiration. There was exhaustion and sore muscles. There were arguments and changed plans. There was pride and satisfaction.

The road here started being paved years ago. There were no orange cones or detour signs. There were some curves and pot holes. But here we are, where we are suppose to be, at least right now.

Don’t have any idea what roads are being paved for us in the future. But right now, we will live our best life right here. Try to make our spot in the world good and kind.

Hoping for more laughs than tears and good memories made.

From Just West of Nowhere……Roads paved are better than bridges burned.