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Back In Its Own Stall

79  bar falls 29.84 1mph ENE dew-point 61   Summer, hot, moving toward muggy

Waxing Crescent of the Thunder Moon

The cracks in the red car’s head were tiny.  I saw them.  They ran, in one instance, down the threads that hold the spark plug in place.  While threading in a spark plug or under pressure, these cracks could have broken loose and allowed oil and exhaust gases to invade the spark plug and generally foul things up.  Carlson was thoughtful in showing them to me.

We’ve sunk almost $5,000 in this car this year.   That’s almost a year’s car payments.  Even so, we could put in the same amount next year and still be ahead of the game.  It runs quite well now, though there is that piece that fell off on the way home.  No kidding.  A big chunk of something fell off.  I’m going to take it back and ask them about it, but not today.  It looks like a shield or rock barrier, not metal, rather some kind of composite, tarpaper like material.

It’s 31-32 miles per gallon on the highway alone justifies keeping it in our two vehicle collection.  The pick-up we’ll park for the most part in the not too distant future.  $90 a tank to fill it up.  Ouch.  And it sucks the gas down, too, with its v-8.  What were we thinking?  It is, though, a useful vehicle for errands and landscape chores.  Another advantage is its four-wheel drive.  (Oh, come to think of it, that’s what we were thinking.  In 1999, when we bought it, Kate still had call and  hospital duty.  She had to be able to get to where she was needed.) That makes it potentially important in a severe winter situation.  Besides, pick-ups and SUV’s have lost significant value.  We could get nowhere the value it is to us.  So, it will stay, too.

Our neighbor went to bed apparently healthy, then woke up the next day with MS.  A striking and sudden life change.  It has occasioned a major alteration in their lives.  They went from the salary of a 58 year old career civil servant at the peak of  his career to a fixed income household.  This was six months ago.

How it will affect their family dynamics over the long haul is an open question.  The prednisone  makes  him cranky.  He’s gone from an active guy who built his own observatory and sailed Lake Superior to a wobbly man who can no longer read.  His mental acumen seems fine, but for now he wanders, lost in the bewilderment of this rapid change, as well he might be.

Today is an inside day.  I’m going to write on Superior Wolf, get ready for my research on Unitarian Universalism in the Twin Cities and, maybe, crack the case and clean off my cooling fan.


63  bar rises 29.95  0mph NNE  dew-point 54  Summer, night and cool

                           Waning Gibbous Flower Moon

Back home.  The corn is past knee high; the garlic has finished its growth; the tomato plants that began from heritage seeds have fruit; the beans have begun to bush out and the onions have sky rocketed.  A wonderful pastel copper/brown bearded iris has bloomed and the Siberian iris have thrown up dark blue flags all over the garden.  There is, of course, the occasional weed, but that’s Monday’s task.  Perhaps Tuesday’s and Wednesday’s, too.

Driving as I did, a bit over 3,000 miles, movement dominates.  Even in Montgomery I drove to Maxwell four times, an equal number of times out for meals.  In the car.  Out of the car.  Stop for gas.  Now the movement slows down.  A walk in the garden.  Up and down stairs.  To the refrigerator. 

Here Kate welcomes me.  At the various motels slightly aware receptionists said how can i help you.  Here I get a hug, a meal, a smile.  An “I missed you.”  “Me, too.”  The dogs jump up and down, lean against my leg.  This is a place I know and where I am known.     

A Summer Meander

                      67 bar steady  29.75  2mph NW  dew-point 53  Beltane, sunny

                                           Waxing Gibbous Flower Moon   

On the road again.  In under an hour I’m off to hotter, wetter, more flooded climes.  Traveling in the summer has many thing going against it:  high gas prices (this time, Yikes!), crowds, heat and stormy weather.   The shoulder seasons are optimal for travel:  March-May and September-October.  Summer does have two things going for it.  Life slows down a bit and school is out.

The two teacher family of Jon and Jen planned their kids so the births would occur at or near the end of the school year.  That put Gabe’s bris in June.  The Ellis cousin reunions are always in July.   Joseph’s OTS graduation could have been at another time, but it isn’t.  All this means three trips during less than optimal travel conditions.  The destination is the key, though I try to make the journey count, too.

Sometime in the next year or two I plan a third circle tour of Lake Superior.  This is nice to do in October, resorts have closed and crowds are minimal.  The air is cool and in the more southerly parts of the trip autumn provides great background color.  Also, I’ve decided on a dedicated trip to Gettysburg and a couple of the other battlefields I’ve not seen, like Bull Run.  This will be a fall trip as well.

Today though is for the south, a drop almost straight south, a bit of veer to the east, ending very close to the Gulf of Mexico.  Mobile is the site of a naval engagement during the Civil War, the Battle of Mobile Bay.  The way I have it paced I’ll take two days plus to get to Prattville where I stay at the Plantation Bed and Breakfast. 

After that, don’t know.  I may wander a bit through Mississippi, perhaps stop in New Madrid, Mo. again, epicenter of the largest earthquake in U.S. history.  It flattened buildings in St. Louis and was felt as far away as Boston.  Church bells rang throughout the center of the country.  Part of the fun of this kind of trip is the unknown destination, the freedom to meander. 

BYW  The Meander, a notoriously winding river, ran from the Turkish (then Greek) countryside near Ephesus to the Aegean.

Their Lawlessness Got out of Hand

57  bar steep fall 29.94  7mph  ENE dew-point 52  Beltane, cloudy and cool

                       Last Quarter of the Hare Moon

Can this possibly mean what it says?  “While cities are hot spots for global warming, study finds people in them emit fewer gases.”  Washington Post, 5/29/2008   In this same vein I watched part of a National Geographic Program on an outlaw biker gang, the Mongols.  The narrator made this surprising statement, “Their lawlessness got out of hand.”  Hmmm.

When I travel by car, I spend more time picking reading material, movies and audiobooks than I do clothing.  This will not surprise some of you who know my fashion sense, late sixties college student unregenerate, yet it always surprises me. 

Each trip has a theme.  Don’t know when that started, but it helps me make decisions on the road and to deepen the experience.  This trip to Denver, in addition to the obvious theme of tribal initiation (the bris), nature writing and trees will occupy my time.  Not hard to figure out where this came from.

My first nights stay is at the Arbor Day Foundation in Nebraska City, Nebraska.  I’m taking along a book I bought awhile back called Arboretum America.  It tells the story of trees in the history of the US.  Also a book of nature writing.

Heart Awhirl

68  bar steady 29.90 1mph NE dew-point 38  Beltane, sunny and warm

Waning Gibbous Hare Moon

Family business meeting. We’re doing fine in the cash department and in investments, too.  That means Kate will be able to retire when she wants, a couple of years from now.  I look forward to having her here full-time.  Our calendars checked out.  I’ve got the traveling jones this summer.  Denver, probably next week, and Montgomery, Alabama in the middle of June.  Then down to Texas in late July for the Ellis cousins reunion.

Heart awhirl today about the political side of ecology.  If I get back in it,  I imagine it will be a dive back into the deep end of the pool.  This is an exciting year to get involved with Presidential, Senate, House and state legislature seats all on the ballot along with the Vote Yes constitutional amendment.

Joseph called last night.  His confidence level has shot up.  He’s gotten some commendations and has worked several different jobs:  flight commander, civil engineer and academic training officer.  His next PDS, permanent duty station, is Tyndall AFB near Panama City, Florida.  His orders put him there on June 24th, only 6 days after his graduation and commissioning as a second lieutenant.

He’ll receive his Air Battle Management training at Tyndall.  ABM, pilot and navigator are the three flying related assignments in the Air Force, a flying oriented service.  They hold a bit more prestige for that reason.  Joseph qualified as a navigator but got that assignment set aside because of his eyesight.  He plans to get Lasik surgery as soon as he can.  Then, he may be able to get back to the navigator or even pilot positions.

As a dad, I’m glad he’s on the path he wants.  As a long time peace activist, though not a pacifist, I have been forced to recognize the strict civilian control over the military as the focus of my peace activity, not the military which is a tool of the civilian government.  The military is, at least at Joseph’s likely pay grade for years to come, an executor of policy, not creator of it.  Since I’m not a pacifist and recognize the right, even the responsibility of a nation to defend itself, I can’t ignore the logical extension of that belief, i.e. the existence of armed services and the corollary, that someone has to staff them.

It Will End as a Novel Ends

55  bar steep rise 0mph E dew-point 39  Beltane

           Waxing Gibbous Hare Moon

Kate cleared a bunch of dogwood canes, pulled up weeds, pruned out a juniper (yesterday), deadheaded the daffodils and generally worked herself into a stupor. (In Norwegian, this is a good thing.)  She’s been on vacation this week and has enjoyed herself immensely planting, pruning, carrying.  (Again, in Norwegian, this constitutes a vacation.)  I admire and appreciate her doggedness, but it doesn’t count as a vacation attitude in my Celtic/Germanic perspective.   Whatever turns your crank.

Battlestar Galactica is the most nuanced and unpredictable show on television, bar none.  It is a good science fiction novel brought to the screen and that is so rare as to be a marvel, a marvel that continues week after week.  There no good guys and bad guys, no bad robots and good robots.  No, there are humans and robots who, in some situations, act for the common good and, in other situations, act out of selfish or malicious motives. 

The Science Fiction channel will finish the Battlestar Galactica series this season, but it will not tail off into the land of unfinished television shows. It will end as a novel ends, with an ending that ties together various plotlines and provides a final surprise and aha.  How do I know?  Because that’s how good writing works, and this is good writing.  I would like to see this as a precedent for TV shows where the story has a trajectory, a climax and a denouement, not the eternal extension of the storyline in a cynical attempt to exploit viewer interest for every last drop of advertiser revenue.  Viewers will return if the fiction has characters with complex lives, difficult hurdles to overcome and a convincing fate.

More work outside tomorrow.  This may be the last big push for a while since Kate goes back to work on Tuesday and I have MIA and a docent class luncheon on Monday with Woolly’s in the evening.

Gabe Has Come Home

55  bar falls 29.53  0mph WSW dewpoint 53  Beltane

                New Moon (Hare)

Gabe has come home.  He arrived tonight with oxygen and bright lights, but feeding on  his own.  Jon and Jen have met with a hemophilia educator who told them there are 400 cases in Colorado, Wyoming and Montana.  Not many for such a large geographic area.  Jon’s frazzled.  Ruth’s upset.  The dogs run around upset with all the upset. 

This feels better, to them, and to us.  As in any infant’s homecoming, the family dynamics get a shake, with the hemophilia they will probably get a roll, too.  I underlined again to Jon how right he is as Gabe’s Dad.  And Jen, as a teacher of little  ones, as  his mom.  This would be way overwhelming if they didn’t have experience.  With their experience it makes the whole situation more complex, but not impossible or deeply frightening.

So our nuclear family has expanded, four in Denver, one in Alabama at Maxwell AFB and Kate and me here at the homestead.  This kind of distant, but caring support, considering the dispersed nature of our small clan, feels appropriate.  It’s not the same as having the kids a short distance away, but life has not dealt us that situation.  Jon moved to Colorado to ski and has ended up with a family.  Joseph moved to Colorado and has ended up in Alabama.  This all results from our insistence on and support of their independent life choices.

It is both the strength and the weakness of American individualism.  We encourage the development of the individual first and the whole families needs come second.  In times like this the inherent weakness in this culture become obvious.  On the other hand both boys needed space to spread out, to develop their own lives and they have both done that with gusto.  The upside. 

Air Conditioning

33 bar steep fall 29.69  7 mph NE dewpoint 32  Spring

                Waxing Crescent Moon of Growing

Just got a call from the Sierra Club inviting me to my own party.  I said, “OK.”

The rain turned to part snow around 4:50PM and looks like it’s mostly snow now.  As soon as the temps drop, it will transition to full snow and if it comes up this rate, it will accumulate.

Checked out airfare to Dallas/Ft. Worth in July.  Only for family would I go to Dallas/Ft. Worth and only for a family reunion would I go in July.  Once, long ago, I took the train from Indiana to Ft. Worth where my Dad’s brother, Charles, lived.  On the way I got molested while taking pictures with my Brownie camera, but I said, “Don’t do that.” to the guy who put his hand between my legs and he went away.  It was not a big deal then or now.

I hit Ft. Worth just as the temperature racked up 107.  I didn’t know the temperatures in the world really got that hot.  I knew it theoretically, but empirically?  No way.   This would have 1956/7 and I’d only experienced air conditioning on rare occasions.  I remember repeating after I got back:  I went from an air-conditioned train, to an air-conditioned car, to an air-conditioned house.  This was remarkable.

What the temps will be like this time I have no idea, but air-conditioning has gone from a comment-worthy rarity to a personal necessity.  I have no doubt we’ll be well cooled. 

That weather seems a long way from the winds today, which hit 34 at 2:10pm, and the driving snow that builds up on our lawn as I write this.

Road Trips for the Soul

39  bar steep fall 29.81 19mph NE  dewpoint 32  Spring?

                 Waxing Crescent Moon of Growing

Wind.  Precipitation.  Falling temperature and barometer. = snow at some point.  The howling outside has gone on since mid-morning with tree limbs scratching the sky, shrubs doing balletic twist and flags slapping flag poles.  Throw over this a cold rain that smears the windows and boulders and you have a great day to stay inside by the fire.

Seems Landice, the treadmill folks, only started the lifetime warranty four or five years ago.  Mike, the repair guy at NOW fitness, said they overbuild their machines so much they can do that.  He also gave me a quick insider glimpse of the cheaper treadmill business.  Sears, he said, offers a ninety-day warranty on all their machines.  They do this because survey results show that 90% of the purchasers abandon them for good after 78 days.  The 10% that use them, then, get the shaft.  Should be a $100 part I can install myself.  Good deal.

We decided to go with the generator.  I called Roger with Allied Generators to get the ball rolling.  As soon as it’s in we’ll have protection from blackouts from that point forward.  With retirement ahead for Kate, that’s a good feeling.

I’ve begun to make plans for three family related trips.  The first will be for Gabriel’s bris, which will happen 8 days after he’s born–sometime mid-to-late May.  That’s Denver.  The second will be Joseph’s graduation from OTS as a second lieutenant on June 18.  That’s Montgomery, Alabama.  The third is the Ellis cousin reunion in late July.  That’s outside Dallas.  I’ll drive for the first two.  Planes, for me, are for distances I can’t cover by car or when there’s a need for speed; otherwise, I’ve been part of the slow travel movement for years.

Also made a reservation today for a resort on Lake Bemidji.  They have a motel.  I could have stayed in someone’s home, but this introvert doesn’t find the prospect of someone else’s place very inviting.  These trips, all of them, with the exception of the Ellis reunion, I count as rolling retreats.  I listen to books, read and write in the motels.  Road trips for the soul.

Masters of the Universe

42  bar falls 30.14 6mph NNE dewpoint 31 Spring

               Waxing Crescent Moon of Growing

Some of this, some of that.  Reorganized a few books in the study.  Called the folks at NOW fitness to get a repair for the treadmill.  Surprise! It has a lifetime warranty.  Can you beat that?  I bought it 12 years ago and have used it 5-6 times a week since then.  Finished Spiderman III.  It got better at the end, but it was too adolsecent for my tastes in the middle, felt long.  Read about Cristina Sanchez, a late 1990’s matadora.  Looked her up on the Web.  She quit because of the sexism.  Can you imagine sexism in a bull-fighting culture?

Talked to Kate.  Talked to Vanguard folks who won’t accept my lawyers letter with a medallion signature.  They need yet more paper.  Geez.  Sorted through several tour related snafus.  A nap.  Now a workout.

Kate comes home tonight.  She went to the Asia Museum in San Francisco and on the way back (today) she encountered the heavily guarded Olympic torch and had to walk a whole block square to get back to her hotel.

Oh, I also took the treadmill controls apart myself and cleaned them, looked for jammed parts.  The rest of the assembly is electronics and didn’t look accessible to my limited knowledge.  That’s when I called the shop.

Tom Crane has the Woolly meeting in May.  He has asked us to think about mastery.  In particular he wondered if there was any special meaning behind references to Jesus as master.  I looked that up today and found, to my surprise, that each time you read master in the new testament, the word translated is the Greek word for teacher.  There’s a reason for this, but the dogs want to go out now.  Maybe I’ll get back to it later.

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