Monthly Archives: August 2009

Dogs, Our Land and Home

Fences

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Good fences make good neighbors.  The folks that live diagonally across the road from us, their house fronts on Round Lake Blvd., have two dogs.  These dogs like to visit our dogs.  Note that this means their dogs do not have an enclosure to keep them at home.  When the neighbor dogs come calling, our dogs bark and bark and bark and bark.  Really annoying.  To amplify the annoyance Vega and Rigel (remember them?) have discovered a variety of ways to penetrate the fence and go play with the visitors.

All understandable, especially when you have two strong, determined puppies (8 months old now and 86.6 pounds and 74.6 respectively, Vega and Rigel), but not acceptable because there is a busy highway nearby. It is also always possible that the lure of things far away could grip these two star-named dogs and they could wander.  Not good.

What to do?  A fence.  We now have a chain-link fence that surrounds all our 2.5 acres except for the area immediately around the house.  We also have a fence around the orchard since Vega ate the netaphim.  We used to have a fence around the vegetable garden, but I dismantled it three years ago.  So, we have a lot of fence.

Even so, I have begun installation of one more.  This one I will create from old snow fence and a plastic snow fence, using fence posts made from bamboo and old wooden stakes.  The purpose of this fence will be to create a 50 foot or so setback from the chain-link fence line.  This will separate our dogs from the neighbors by a good distance and should lower the volume and decrease the escape attempts.  I hope.

That’s what I spent the morning building.  It’s not quite done, since I have to create a gate that can open and close to admit the truck and lawn mower, but I think I have that figured out.  I’m not sure whether this will be permanent or not.  If it is, then I’ll have to use better looking material, for now, though, I only want to see if it solves or substantially ameliorates the problem.

Family, Garden, Our Land and Home

Down in the Trenches

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Kate’s pain continues.  “I don’t even  feel guilty about not going into work today,” she said.  Whoa.  That says it all.

Her condition creates  a moving target, how to balance therapies and activity with the pain and newly emerging symptoms.  We’ll find a place for her to be, at least until we have to find another one.

The gradual slide toward fall, now most noticeable in the changed angle of the sun and the decreasing average highs, has energized me.   The trench for the electrical wiring linking the honey house (in process) to the grandkids playhouse has soil over the wiring now.  The trench had to be redug where Vega and Rigel had prematurely pushed soil back into the trench.  That was work for an adze, work done while kneeling spread wide over the trench.  A wide stance, I guess you could say.

I checked the bees this morning, too, sending them love as Queen Latifah suggested in the Secret Life of Bees.  Though I love them and they seem happy, that is plentiful and busy, there is not much honey, maybe a frame and a half at most.  Why this is, I don’t know.  It seems the learning curve here will be long, but that’s ok.  I’ve got time to learn the way of the beekeeper.

Writing

A dark and stormy day

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When the storm clouds rolled in on Tuesday, I went into a writing place almost immediately.  My novel bones got itchy, wanted to scratch out a new book.  Fall, as it gets darker and grimmer, colder somehow turns a creative crank, my engine sputters to life.

Life’s richness right now jolts me, makes me feel able.  This is not a constant feeling, so I like to ride it when it arrives.  How to work a novel’s discipline into my days?  As the garden winds down, those hours can go for writing.  I could write at night, after working out.  I have the juice later in the day and early in the morning.

Maybe the next stormy day I’ll get started.

Bees, Cinema and Television, Family

Pain and Work

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Kate came home early from work.  Not working, not pulling her load is hard for her to bear, psychically much harder to bear than the physical pain.  She goes to work when she is in pain, partly because that’s how doctors have been socialized, but also partly because she wants to do her share, or pick up another person’s, if necessary.

This is not a fun way to live her last full year of work.  My hope is that we can find a way, with the help, perhaps, of the two surgeons and the PM&R doc.  She is, as a co-worker told her, a strong woman.

Just watched the Secret Life of Bees.  A fine movie, feelings popping out all over the place and at unexpected moments.  “Just send out love to the bees,” Queen Latifah’s character says.  Yeah.

Dogs, Sport

Post-Op Pups

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The need to constantly monitor our two post-op pups and Kate’s difficulty with her neck and back has made me feel trapped in the house.  If I leave one of the pups in the kitchen too long, they chew up and ruin something I’d rather have.  If I let them outside, they run the risk of opening their incisions and getting an infection.  Kate’s pain has made her less able than normal to help with them.  So, I stay close, listen for chewing sounds and rotate the pups, one inside and one outside.

While Kate was here this morning, I made a quick run to the temple of the cost conscious consumer, Costco.  Got dogfood, dog treats, kitchen trash bags and two large jugs of Tide.  I discovered a while back that if you go right at 10 a.m. when they open, the chances of getting in and out in a reasonable time rise dramatically.

OK.  That’s enough whining.

How about that Favre?  He was in for two sets of downs, did a bit of this and a bit of that, nothing spectacular.  The paper claimed season ticket and jersey sales have almost made up for the money they spent on his contract.  Geez.  Here’s a bit of irony.  Tavaris Jackson followed Favre and played well into the fourth quarter.  He looked great.  His passes were crisp; he didn’t hesitate.  Seemed to know what he was about.  Then John David Booty stepped in and looked good, too.

It made wonder if the coaching staff has picked Favre for an additional reason to the apparent one, that is taking an already good team deeper into the playoff season.  Maybe, just maybe they hope his play and presence will elevate the work of Tavaris Jackson and/or John David Booty.  Maybe, just maybe Favre plays a couple of years, these guys apprentice from one of the best to play the game and become our quarterbacks of the future?  If I can think of it, someone else can, too.

Art and Culture

Some Sin, Some Salvation

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Sin and Salvation tour last night went well.  Around 40 people poked and prodded, offered their ideas and shared insights as we went on my quirky tour of William Holman Hunt’s paintings and the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood.  It was the third Thursday at the museum, too.  On this night their are led lights to give lobby walls and halls a different color texture, white furniture in conversation pods, a cash bar and music, this night an all woman band playing indie rock.  The museum felt young, hip, happening.  I liked the energy, the feel of it.

The scene that would have attracted me in my twenties and thirties.  See and be seen, so important to singles gave an opportunity for dress up, which some took to the mid-Victorian extreme in honor, I imagine, of the Sin and Salvation exhibit.  A  man in top hat and green vest escorted a hoop-skirted young woman.  A woman in a feather hat and post-WW II purple dress added a retro flair, too.

Aging

Young Man

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Oil change today for the Celica, now at 255,000 miles and still nimble.  Then a drive up to Elk River to buy straw.

The guy who runs Martie’s Feed and Seed is about my height, 5’7″, wears a ball cap like I do.  I have maybe 15 years or so on him.  As I went up to the counter, he said, “What can I do for you, young man?”  Again, this young man.  I seem to have reached a point where people find me in need of assurance that they still count me among the able, which, of course, in the perverse way of such assurances, does the opposite.

The mirror shows a gray haired, gray bearded guy with significant balding and some wrinkles.  The Keatons, my mom’s side of the family, age early in the face and I’m no exception.  This is another of those invisible border lines, reinforced by multiple responses.  Soon, I’ll start thinking of myself as a “young man,” that is, an old man in need of a jocular boost from those in the know.

Dogs

The Girls After Their Operations

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We move into the new moon tomorrow, the moon that will see us well into September, the harvest moon.

Rigel and Vega do not feel good.  They have lain around ever since returning from the vet and their surgery.  When I came downstairs, they lay together, Vega’s head on Rigel’s chest.  Littermates hang together throughout life; Hilo and Kona still  sleep together and cuddle, 8 years after leaving mom behind.

I guessed Vega’s weight to be  90 lbs and she weighed out at 86.5.  I guessed Rigel at 73 and she came back 74.5.

Political agony has not ended with the demise of the Bush administration.  Now we begin to see why the left has not trusted the Democratic party for years.  Even with solid majorities in both houses division between fiscally liberal and fiscally conservative Democrats make passage of health care reform of any meaningful kind unlikely.

Dogs, Politics

Free kittens. Spaded.

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Rigel and Vega have returned home, a bit foggy and uncertain.  Spayed now, they have to be on home rest for the next 10 days.  Somehow I don’t think we’ll make that.

Kate and I saw a cute poster on the bulletin board posted in the airlock going out of the Festival Grocery.  Done in crayon it said, “Free kittens.  Spaded.”

These lectures on the cycles of American political thought I’m listening to right now have prompted a considerable amount of noodling, most of  it focused right now on the central paradox of our democracy.  A solution borne of the Enlightenment, our government and in particular our Constitution and Bill of Rights makes a lot effort to protect the individual and that crucial virtue which ensures individualism, liberty.

The paradox at the core of our nation is this:  government exists to co-ordinate and organize a community, yet its chief underlying value is individualism.  Thus, the purpose of government, focused on community, stands over against the individual it exists to preserve.  This paradox, unresolvable, lies at the fulcrum of so many of our political disagreements.  I’m not any further along with this right now, but its on my mind.

Aging, Family

Happy Birthday, Kate

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Kate turns 65.  Once in our culture this birthday was as important as 21.  It meant the date when retirement began for most workers.  Now it is another birthday since the retirement date has been sliding gradually forward as one of the “fixes” for social security.  Kate and I both have a social security retirement date of 66.  Those born after 1960 have a retirement date of 67.  The consensus of things I’ve read suggest that age will have to get pushed to 70 in any new fix.

It still seems like a milestone of sorts, halfway between 60 and the three score and ten of a good life in the Jewish tradition.  Wonder if they’ve upped the age, maybe to three score and fifteen?  I read a great sermon on aging by a rabbi.  He is 92 or so.  When asked how he felt about having lived so long, he said, “Surprised.”

It will be good when Kate comes home for good.  Her back needs the rest and her heart can use the freedom.  We have a life here that is full and complete, one that needs the both of us with our increasing gardens alongside our creative and volunteer work.  She’s worked hard all her life and earned good money, so our retirement will be fine from a financial perspective.

Early on when she told me how money she made, my mouth dropped open.  It didn’t occur to me that people I knew might make that much.  Now I know she’s on the low end for docs, but it’s still a lot, plenty.   I said then and believe now that taking care of children is a morally unambiguous way to earn a living, one of the few I know.  So there are no regrets with her level of income for either of us.

Her gifts are much larger than that however.  She’s kind, generous, imaginative and patient.  She’s a great cook, a highly skilled seamstress and quilter and has a green thumb.  I’m lucky to have found her in this big world.