Dogs, Health, Woolly Mammoths

My Dog Ate My Remote

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OK.  In previous episodes of the Vega/Rigel saga our heroines have:  escaped multiple times, eaten the recently installed netaphim, chewed up various hoses and their inside beds and, most famously, eaten my wedding ring.  All that, but now they’ve done something serious:  revealed the insides of the dvd player remote.  Yike.  Can you imagine manually inputting every command to your dvd player?  I thought not.  Sigh.

Kate’s back and she’s glad to be back.  It allowed a day to rest and today we’ve begun work on the meal for the Woollies.  I dug potatoes and pulled beets and carrots (three colors–white, purple and orange)  while Kate brined the two free-range chickens I bought yesterday at the grocery store.

While filling the dogs pool (yes, they have one in addition to the water container.), I squatted down to hold the hose, the shortened bit Vega has left me.  Crack, snapple and pop.  Not rice krispies.  Nope.  It was my lower back.  Owee.

Kate is a great resource on how to handle back pain so I have been her apprentice since then.  She also gave me some pain meds that helped, too.  I wanted to go out to the Marsh in Minnetonka to see the opening of Moon’s art show, but I can’t make it.  Moon is Scott Simpson’s 92 year old Cantonese mother-in-law.

I do have to go to the grocery store for the stuff we decided we need for the meal.

Aging, Dogs, Family, Health

Eureka!

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Got some sleep.  Feel better this morning.  A busy day ahead.  Groceries, recycling, straw, more weeding.

Kate comes back from Denver today.  I  had a bit of a snit yesterday when she wanted to stay an extra day.  My Woolly meeting is on Monday and she’s a big part of the get ready for it plan.  Also, her birthday is Tuesday–65!–and I have an evening ready for us.  I wanted her back her with me, but felt conflicted because she wanted to stay with Jon.  He had a bad ride home from the hospital.  A moot point as it turns out, since it would have cost around $500 to change the ticket with $150 airline fee, $30 Orbitz and $320 in additional ticket costs.  Not proud of myself over this, but I’m glad she’ll be home today.

Vega or Rigel, remember them?, ate my pocket moleskine diary and a current novel I’m reading, Consider Philebas.  By eat I mean shred and coat with drool.  The diary’s pages are recoverable and Consider Philebas, though badly mauled and wet, contains the pages I’ve not yet read, which is good enough for me.  Just one more of the V&R stories.

Over the last few days I have dutifully filled the large rubber water container we have outside.  And refilled it.  Those big dogs, I thought, drink a lot of water.  Then, shortly after I filled it yesterday morning, I put the hose away, turned around to see Vega curled up in the water container.  She was happy.  Archimedes could have had his eureka moment watching her.  90 pounds of puppy displaces a lot of water.

The Denver Olsons have had a rough summer.  Hirschel their 6 year old German Shorthair developed cancer and died.  hirschJon’s surgery has created the kind of upset recovery from any surgery always does.  Next up is Gabe’s surgery to install a port for his prophylactic factor.  That comes on the 27th.  Not to mention that they started back teaching two weeks ago.   A lot for a young family to absorb.  Why I was conflicted.  (pic:  Hirschel)

Aging, Faith and Spirituality, Garden

A Yucky Day

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A funky day.  This morning found me on my hands and knees, on a garden pad plucking weeds from between the bricks on our patio.  The whole back perennial garden has taken last place in the maintenance department as Kate and I have learned how to keep up with the vegetable garden and the orchard.  That means it got a bit overgrown and weedy so I’ve spent a lot of time this week putting it back in shape.  The Woolly meeting is a good spur, but I felt bad about neglecting it anyhow.

While doing this, I  misplaced or lost a Japanese hand held weeder I bought Kate at the Seed Savers Exchange conference.  When I say lost or misplaced, I mean I went upstairs for my cell phone and when I came back down, I could not find the damned thing.  It was as if it grew legs and ran off into the garden or developed roots, turned green and hid itself among the lilies and the clematis.  Very weird.  Felt like I’d lost my mind.   I have no idea what happened to it.

It was hot, too.  I finished that work, fed the dogs and tried to get a nap in but the dogs began whining.  They got me up at 6:30 a.m., about an hour to an hour and a half before I normally get up.  I’ve felt sleep deprived all day, too.

I’ve not gotten as much work done so far as I wanted.  A yucky no good no account day.  On that note, I’ll get some sleep.

Family, Health, Memories, Weather +Climate

Fall

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Even though summer seems to have arrived, or returned this week, I can already feel social rhythms beginning to change.  Fall has begun to peek up over the calendar.  Ads for school supplies have begun to appear.  I remember getting a  mimeographed sheet (remember mimeographs?) in elementary school of the things we would need:  lined paper, #2 lead pencils, paste, a paint set.  Those are the things that remain in my memory.

They achieved totemic value for me.  These simple items carried the promise of learning, of new areas to explore, a new year away from home and in the company of other kids, at least for most of the day during the week.  Mom and I would go to Danner’s or Murphy’s 5 and 10 cent stores.  To this day I love going into office supply stores.  They bring back that anticipation and wonder.

Many of our vegetables have matured and others are well on their way, the harvest season has begun as the celebration of Lughnasa marks.  The angle of the sun has begun to change and the days have continued to grow shorter since the Summer Solstice.  At the Autumn Equinox we will be halfway between the Summer Solstice and the Winter Solstice.

Jon and Jen have started their new school years, back with the elementary school kids in Aurora, Colorado.  There’s news in their family, too.  Jon has partial shoulder replacement surgery this Wednesday, still fixing a skiing injury now three years old.

Gabe has had 13 bleeds in the recent past, including a spontaneous bleed on his back and a swollen hand.  In trying to get factor into him he has suffered many sticks.  He has small veins.  He will get an internal port on August 27th so he can  receive factor infusions prophylactically instead of acutely.  This should give him a normal childhood and relieve the anxiety for Jon and Jen.  There is, though, one potential problem.  It is possible the body will develop antibodies against the factor.  That would make things tougher.  A balancing act.

Kate’s going out there on Wednesday and will stay through Saturday.  We go see a neuro-surgeon tomorrow morning, still trying to track down more effective treatments.  She’s done very well with this degenerative disc disease, but it has not been easy.  She’s tough.

Bees, Cinema and Television

I’m Not There

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Once again a movie arrived late in the pick-up zone.  I’m Not There, the movie about Bob Dylan, was on view here at the Seven Oaks Family Theatre.  It took a while for the dizzying shifts and the multiple actors to make sense, but they did at last.  Cate Blanchett amazed me, as she often does.  She is one of the finest actors working right now.  I found Christian Bale’s performance less compelling, but good, too.  Richard Gere made an interesting Billy the Kid and the young black kid, Marcus Carl Franklin, in a difficult role, performed with great skill.   Heath Ledger and Ben Whishaw, who played an enigmatic, trenchant Dylan giving an interview, also appeared.  I’d give it 3.5 stars.  But you saw it years ago, I suppose.

There was a 7.1 magnitude earthquake in the Izu islands about 100 miles from Tokyo.  It shook buildings in Japan’s capital city, but there was no tsunami.

The bees have been busy, but there is little  honey in either of the supers.  I checked the top hive box and there is comb honey there.  Some of the frames had a long dark streak through the honey cells.  It didn’t look right, but I really don’t know.  I need some help.  I did taste the honey and it was delicious.

Garden, Politics

Sunday Afternoon

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The peas have come down and this week the garlic will go in the ground, an experiment suggested by the former editor of Organic Gardening at the Seed Savers Exchange conference.  This is about a month plus earlier than suggested by other garlic growers, including Seed Savers Exchange.  He claims it gives greater yield.   Since my new varieties of garlic will not come until September 10th or so, I’ll have a ready comparison the same beds.

A more summer like Sunday with the temperature here 79.  I have no tours for a while (August 28) and the Sierra Club work will not pick up real steam until late September, so I have a long stretch I can devote to the garden.  Instead of trenching today Kate took the truck.  I need the truck to pick up the Ditch Witch.  The trench will get dug tomorrow morning instead.

Many people have begun to evaluate Obama’s performance so far.  The best article I’ve seen is in this month’s Rolling Stone.  It has David Gergen, Paul Krugman and Michael Moore.  All agree he’s done better than could have been expected, but the problems facing him, especially health care reform and the economy, may require better than that.  Neither one takes well to part way solutions.  Either health care reform achieves universal coverage and cost containment, at a minimum, or whatever happens may not be seen as successful.  Likewise with the economy a tepid recovery or a prolongation of the deep recession past the next few months will be seen as failures.  The economic fixes need to start gaining traction soon and they need to result in real improvement.

Aging, GeekWorld

Declutter, Week 2

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The declutter project has legs.  In addition to the potting bench moved outside last week, we have now cleared out the new food storage/work bench area.  In it we have a six shelf rack for storing such garden items as garlic, onions, apples, pears, squash.  We also have a Swedish shelving system, wood, that will hold additional food storage, perhaps canned and dried foods along with vegetables or fruits that the rack cannot handle.

Just outside the food storage we have a small cupboard that now holds power tools underneath and on top our food dryer. We need a sand storage container, too, for root crops like potatoes, carrots, turnips and parsnips.  Kate worked very hard today, as she always does.

We had an old, non-functional television that needed to get removed from the area.  I could not lift it.  It was too heavy and too wide for a good grip.  So, I took it apart.  It felt like sacrilege, cracking the circuit boards, cutting wires and lifting a heavy copper electrical device off the cathode ray tube.  After the television was in pieces I picked up the tube and stumbled up the stairs with it.  It was heavy, but at least I could cradle it in my arms.

At one point my balance got wonky and I almost teetered over backward with the tube then ready to land on me.  When the guy at the recycling picked it up and put it on the scale, I asked  him how much it weighed, “78 pounds.”   “Geez,” I said, “It seemed heavier than that when I carried up the stairs.”  “Yeah,” he said, “I’m tired and it felt heavier than that to me, too.”  It cost $32 to have them take the tv off our hands.

Commentary on Religion, Faith and Spirituality, Humanities

Thoughts of Your Own

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“To find yourself, think for yourself. ” – Socrates

Gnothi seauton, written over the door into the temple of Apollo, the home of the Delphic Oracle on Mt. Parnassus, means, Know thyself.  How, you might ask?  Listen to Socrates: to find yourself, think for yourself.  This seems so straightforward, but humanity society pushes more toward thought focused on blending in, getting by.  The need to belong and to have respect is so strong it bends our thoughts, often before we know they have been changed.   We change our values so they conform to the group not because we are weak, but because we are social animals.

Our life in community cuts against the grain of thinking for ourselves.  This is why so many people have trouble with finding themselves.  We seek out meditation, religious dogma, political ideology, even scientific certainty in place of careful examination of evidence for themselves.   It is, at first, so pleasing to quiet the anxiety by replacing your own thought process with ready mades that we do not realize we have begun to censure ourselves.

Yet this much is true:  if you have not weighed and considered a matter using your own reason, your own intuitions, your own feelings then you have moved further away from finding yourself.  To do otherwise  is a harsh discipline, often not pleasant, but it has one saving grace: you know who you are.

As you go through the day today, ask yourself if that thought is your own.  Ask yourself if the value you hold comes from your decision making or the pre-cut cloth of public or group opinion.  Ask yourself if you want to be who you are or who others would shape you to be.

Cinema and Television, Faith and Spirituality, Sport

Wish They All Could Be California…Wines

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Kate and I watched Bottle Shock, a movie about the U.S. Bicentennial year taste test between French and American wines.  California’s Napa Valley wines won.  The British oenologist who created the test redid it in 2006 anticipating that the French wines would win.  They did not.  Napa again.

It’s a bit difficult for me to tell whether I don’t get it because I don’t drink alcohol, but the whole veneration of vinculture and its products seems overblown.  Just sayin’.

Tonight the almost full Green Corn Moon is a yellow orb hanging high in the southeast sky.  It makes the evening enchanted.  The Japanese have moon viewing platforms.  Seems like a good idea to me.

More medical visits tomorrow with Kate, trying to track down the elusive next and hopefully better treatment.

Not sure whether I wrote anything about the whole Favre who-ha, but here it is:  thank god it didn’t happen.  Any superbowl won by the Vikings with Brett Favre at the helm would have tainted the experience and us long suffering Viking’s fans deserve a clean win, straight up with no cross state retired quarterback in the mix.  That said, it does not appear to me that either Tavaris Jackson or Rosenfels have the stuff, but I hope I’m wrong.

Art and Culture

Time at the Temple

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A tour with students attending a summer Chinese class went well.  These kids were a bit shy at first, but they warmed up and began to interact.  We investigated the honoring of ancestors, the development and elaboration of Confucian thought and Taoist thought as well as the introduction and spread of Buddhism.  I’ve still not hit on a good way to talk about these three.  In the West we often refer to them as religions, but they’re not, at least in their original forms, religions.  They are philosophies of life, but philosophy of life is an opaque term.  The word religion obfuscates and philosophy creates confusion.  Still a conundrum.

After that tour I spent some time wandering in the temple, as Mark Odegard once referred to the MIA.  The American art tour for the Chilean students this Friday has forced me to investigate new works and revisit in a new way some I already know well.  Jean-Marie told me about a tour she gave called, Picturing America.  Some good tips there.

Lunch with Antra, Sally, Mary, Jean-Marie.  Mac and cheese from the bambino menu for me.  Back home.  Nap.

Now, work out.