Archive for July, 2010

Tree Trimming

Wednesday, July 28th, 2010

Wade, my neighbor to the west, waited all day yesterday for the tree trimmers to come. He wanted the branches of my Douglas fir that hung over his yard to be cut away. A couple of men finally showed up today around ten a.m. After Wade discussed what he wanted, which involved my tree, I talked to the head trimmer and asked him to look at the stuff in my yard. He trimmed several low limbs off Douglas that were a bit low on Wade’s side. I didn’t argue with Wade and with the low limbs removed the tree does look OK. My back yard is dry and if I water all night for a week I don’t think it will be enough to green it up but I’ll try. I negotiated to have a couple of big branches cut off my black walnut by the shop. A lot of smaller limbs were already dead. Clouds hovered all day and I could smell rain so some must have fallen but evaporated before getting to the tree tops. Maybe tomorrow.

July 23, 1925

Friday, July 23rd, 2010

A Very Notable Date is July 23, 1925, which marks the birth date of Ronald Albert Sherer, fifth child of Carrie Rasmussen and James Thomas Sherer in Sartell, Minnesota. He had rheumatic fever at age eight that weakened his heart and caused him to experience arrhythmia throughout his life. He received his BS degree from St Cloud State College in education and married Naomi Hodak in 1949. They had five children. He went into social work for the Minnesota Department of Education in 1950. The following year he founded the Department of Vocational Rehabilitation and worked throughout the state assisting welfare recipients in establishing independence. They moved to Alaska where he worked among the indigenous tribes. He resigned and with his family established a residence in Richland, Washington, where he died in 1988 from a myocardial infarction.

Tired Hands

Wednesday, July 21st, 2010

Painting didn’t always seem to be such a chore but the four inch brush and the sandy paint left my hands tired. I painted the front steps, top and sides. They look very nice. The cenemt took the paint easily but the plywood around the porch required stroking up and down and then sidways to cover all the roughness. The big brush covered the area quickly but I had to double check because the paint seemed to shrink and the old green kept showing up needing to be retouched. Furthermore I did not want to stop until the job was done. Rinsing the brush took some time and coaxing. Lots of water as well. I did not stop and the job is done. Looks good, too. Rest you tired old hands.

First Born

Wednesday, July 21st, 2010

The day marking the birth of a first child is one of wonder, much as it was the day of happening. I remember the nurse remarking, “It’s her first so it will be quite a while.” Little did she know. Just a few minutes later there he was, a seven pound plus baby about 23 inches long. Boy oh boy, has he grown. He’s got the thick hair of his maternal grandfather and smile a mile wide. What a joy!

Doldrums

Wednesday, July 21st, 2010

A gloomy time of low spirits for which I have no excuse but I feel dull and listless. When Big Sis Ruth used to come up with such feelings she remarked, “Must be something I et.” Well maybe so, not that I ate anything out of the ordinary, unless it was too many apricots and too much apricot sauce. Over indulgence is one of my faults but with all the delicious fruit around, why not? The apricot is a sub-acid fruit regarded as a nutritious and tonic food. Blameless. What then? Hot weather? Maybe. My new ears? I will be checking in with Costco hearing specialist today and mention my spirits. Until then get on with painting the front steps in a gray paint with a very sandy texture.

Finger Flexing

Tuesday, July 20th, 2010

The weed eating, weed pulling and raking amounted to a great deal of finger flexing. Back work, leg work and puffing were made somewhat pleasant by the cooling breeze which was cooling because of the sweat from the hot noonday sun. Not everything I wanted to get done was done but enough that I feel good about mysself. My mantra is “you’re 82, years that is, and you’ve got a ways to go”. I probably wouldn’t be in the shape I’m in without the constant moving. Nothing can keep muscles is shape and blood flowing from tip of toe to hair’s end like exercise to make the heart pump harder. That’s what it is there for – to pump, but other muscles move the body to keep it pumping. Sounds kinda like a round robin or maybe catch 22. Whatever. It works for me. And I am what matters. Eyes, ears, toes and fingers all hang together with flesh and blood. Fingers are human tools that keep things happening. And when my third fingers hurt some, I stop and rest.

Open Tuesday

Tuesday, July 20th, 2010

The bed was soft and comfortable. I cuddled back into it when I woke at first light and slept. The air was too chilly for me to remain uncovered but I felt sticky with the sheet over me. I did not want to get up. Oh there was work to be done but so what? The dishes would wait in the sink, the dirt on the floor and certainly the weeds in the driveway. I had washed off the front steps last night intending to paint them with the gray Nancy and I used on the steps from the sun porch. The idea didn’t goose me with the motivation it should have. It would look nice, though, to be a uniform gray. Too bad I can’t twitch my nose like the magic gal of TV and have the job done. Get out the electric cord, the weed eater and ear plugs and clear the yard. A half hour’s exercise will show an open space not just an open Tuesday.

First Trip

Monday, July 19th, 2010

Toshiba made her first journey into McNary NWR Education Center this morning. As much as has been written on her keyboard and is stored in her memory about what goes on in the Refuge and the entire complex, this is the first time she has been in the building. Although she is alert and active, I am recovering from a mild flu and experience dizziness when I stand suddenly and only ask her to be patient. Since there are no visitors to entertain I will work on an Australian novel about the depot base from which camel trains prepared for the four-day trip from the staging area in Alice Springs to Darwin in 1941. Time will tell if there will be interruptions to my writing. Monday is my regular day to meet and greet visitors and their numbers vary as much as the wind speed over the pond. The day is just beginning and what a beautiful one it is at 70 F touched by a delicate breeze. Osprey are tending at least one young one on the nest pole across the pond. Canada geese, cormorants, great white egret and coots stand one legged on the logs. Why? How? Five pelicans feed on the pond out front as well as an American Coot. They just cruise and eat. A cormorant flew off apparently satisfied with her breakfast. Other critters I cannot see are no doubt feeding in the tule and phragmites. Toshiba will keep their secrets.

Drying Time

Monday, July 19th, 2010

My toilet seat lost its beauty years past and I frequently considered buying a new one. For $25 for heaven’s sake? I could think of more interesting things to adorn my butt for that price when I bumped into the gallon of bath and kitchen semi-gloss enamel. Off white base not considered saleable so here’s to the happen coincidence of a fresh toilet seat. I felt it wise to spend much of the day at the Refuge to give the seat and cover plenty of drying time. My skin is sticky enough from desert heat and summer sun. I might have to make other arrangements tomorrow. The seat needs a second coat.

Odds and Ends

Monday, July 19th, 2010

Good thing to do while staying inside away from the midday heat. I cleaned up the last peach, put the bananas in the freezer because I will never get them all eaten before they turn too soft brown. The frozen ones make great popsicles. And will keep much longer than fresh ones. The day-old German chocolate caramel coconut cake is too sweet to eat in big bites so I cut it into small squares and froze that too. It was an 8-in square pan with much less cake than caramel, making dandy pieces of candy for dinner desserts. Oh I still have the sticky forks and knives to wash but (you’ll be proud of me) I threw the plastic pan and cover with loose cake scraps into the garbage. Maybe my new ears infused good sense in the gray stuff between them. I wore them all morning at the Refuge but with nothing to listen to I put them away to save the batteries. Ears sort of feel hollow without them. Now I can relax with Toshiba and devise new action for the Brits in my Australian novel while the sun hurtles off the edge of the earth for another night. Later I will spread water to restore a zillion wilted leaves that have sucked stems dry for twenty-four hours. It is not at all odd that my computer ends up back on its natural spot in its own room.