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Dig, not dream

Friday, February 26th, 2010


What a pleasure and yes a comfort to sit in my sunroom, a.k.a back porch, on such a bright sunny day. Not that I do not enjoy the scene under any distribution of those coagulated puffs of water vapor from the same vantage point. After having my handyman install a large used window in the solid wall of my back porch I exiled the carpet so heavily laden with fine grains of desert soil to the garbage bin and sent it off to enrich the city’s landfill. A full ninety degrees of my backyard now comes into view. The conifer trees are delightfully green all year around. The flowering shrubs enliven the scene with colorful stems, buds, and blossoms according to the season. A limited area immediately in front of my new vision is unfortunately void of flora. Well except for grass, a boring lawn cover which also unfortunately requires taming, actually cutting off literally below the knees, to remove cover for encroaching felines that wish to settle in and prey upon unsuspecting songbirds. Besides I dislike tall green little blades tickling my knees whenever I choose to sojourn in the backyard. Would colorful plants enliven the view? My creative vision conjured flowers of many colors like those of Joseph’s biblical coat. What a wonderful idea! Except I haven’t the power to make them magically appear. Off to the plant nursery. Whoops. Those plants are in pots no less. Can they be left on the back porch? If so they would not survive. Well then, I have given myself a physical task to be performed before I can sit down and perform the mental appreciation of my vision. No matter how lovely the thoughts, real life just isn’t simple.


window, handyman, sun-room, grass, vision, clouds, dreams,

Sprinkle In

Tuesday, January 26th, 2010

There is only so much fascination in watching raindrops spotting the cement of the patio. Wet furniture leaves no fascination for sitting in the local precipitation, neither from the extreme top or the folded bottom so I am content to look out upon the progress from time to time.  The thick lily leaves are wintering over, reminding me of the Lily of the Nile flowers that shown in blue ball-like configuration when last I looked upon them some months past. Plants never look dead here in Oxnard, only in a patient state of waiting for the cycle when blooms burst forth to color the border along the cedar fence.  In the meantime reading a chapter in “Denialism” (Michael Specter, The Penguin Press, New York, 2009) is an enlightening and educating diversion. Perhaps before sundown a real rain will fall. Forecasters with the inside scoop of weather fronts tell me so.

First Sunday

Sunday, January 24th, 2010

What a day this has been. Ashton had a class assignment to observe an area of her choice of beach for fifteen minutes. I wanted to see the ocean to watch the breakers come rolling in. Off we went to Ventura beach. Gulls squawked over the anchored sailboats. Small flocks of starlings swirled around the buildings. Crows grabbed tidbits left at restaurant tables. English sparrows chattered in the bushes. Ashton watched for crabs and other things in her fifteen minute required assignment. The variety observed was quite interesting. Yes, there were crabs. I saw two and have pictures to prove it. On the rocks I saw a green backed heron. Squat little bird, but a fisher. That’s what they eat.

A cormorant popped up from under the pier – a black bird easy to identify from its silhouette but the species not the same as those that fish and sun on McNary Pond. Later I watched a cormorant walk across, yes, walk, across the road like a stiff person in a morning coat and manage to pull itself over a wooden fence and the sand dunes toward the ocean. As we walked over the dunes brown pelicans skimmed the breakers. In search of food? Looked more like they were enjoying the salt water spray. There were several sail boats way out on the water. Oil platforms were visible in the distance. As were the channel islands.

Then it was time for shopping. I wanted tank tops, shorts and sandals. The day ended with me getting two pair of shorts, four thin strapped tops and two pair of cute sandals. I downloaded my chip of pictures of the Oxnard area and downsized some for the www. Dan and I shared a pound of shrimp for dinner and then a highball. All in all, quite an accomplishment for one day.

Rain no more

Friday, January 22nd, 2010

All clouds but only a mild jerk now and then, Delta flight 4779 landed only ten minutes late on the wet tarmac at Bob Hope International airport. Dan hadn’t been certain I would arrive because all Southwest flights had been grounded. He is not working and I got all the information in the hour it took to drive to his Melito address, splashing through hubcap puddles in every low spot along the way.  Locals avoid the freeways because at this hour they are packed with commuters. We go on back roads. More thunder and much lightning all over the sky. No surprise there.

Dan is not working and has no real expectation about the job he had been called about. Ashton went to work minutes after she walked into her former workplace and has worked half days ever since. So I am in place in sunny southern California. And that is accompanied with a funny ha ha. So far, what sun? What the day brings will come in another report.

Arrival in paradise for renewal and rejuvenation

Thursday, January 21st, 2010

Deplaning in wind driven rain doesn’t sound like entering paradise but
that is what I did today. Paradise is a state of mind. To remove myself
from the stress of my everyday activities is paradise to me. And I arrived
via Horizon Air in Bellingham after an air bumpy ride from Richland. Well
not directly. An hour’s layover with a sandwich and walk in Salt Lake City.


Thursday, January 21st, 2010

Upon waking I check outdoors for stars or rain. Regardless of the weather I come back to the computer and check cyberspace. Earthquakes? This week those registered form a semi-circular shape beginning in Alaska at the Aleutian Islands swinging westward in an arch like the blade of a scythe along the western Pacific shore, turning southward east of Australia and ending like a handle at New Zealand. These are the areas showing dozens of quakes, from 2.5 to 5.7 on the Richter scale. Of the six shown within the US the one in Georgia along the Mississippi yesterday and one in Yellowstone were in the 2.5 range. Over a dozen are shown along the edge of California. A very graphic location of the weakness in the earth’s shell.

The lines of quakes show where the earth’s crustal plates are making adjustments as one plate slips under another rather than pushing it up. That’s at the west coast. In India the plate has been shoving the land into the ridge we call the Himalayas, not sliding under. To me it is fascinating that the skin of the earth, estimated at about 35 miles thick, is on the move — not enlarging or shrinking – the circumference holding its own. Science is defining reality with technology created by the only animals with the ability to communicate and record changes all around. The more we learn, the more questions arise. And the answers show the progress made. Good show.

Give ‘n Take

Wednesday, January 20th, 2010

A few last words before I shut down my trusty Toshiba because it certainly has been one full day. Beginning with coffee and quick oats then a rushed trip to the Refuge because of a committee meeting called early. We planned our second Saturday events for the year. Would you believe our Education Center was given the skull and claws of a grizzly bear — that’s right a – Ursus arctos horribilis. An animal decidedly not on the list in any hunt season. A carcass was found, too badly decomposed for hide to be retrieved. But truthfully there is no good place to display an animal that size anyway. Besides the fact that I do not approve of making a big deal of animals that are not native although bear totems go over very well in the teepee station.

Returned library books and a trip on the sitting walker in the exercise room took a half hour. I sat/walked a mile in twenty minutes. The community center is a repository for day old breads as well and today I grabbed a red/green pepper filone. There never is any 12 grain bread nor whole wheat so I sort the hamburger and wiener buns and bagels and come away empty handed.

This ought to become a report from my kitchen window because my day begins and end there. I know who goes off to school, one group to Christian school and the walkers to public, who goes on Dial-A-Ride, which neighbor goes off the work at 530 and who gets home at 7 am. Lately the red car neighbor has been off at an early hour without the toothless man and his walker. The white balloon snow man and related holiday decorations were removed. I was able to wash dishes in daylight at 5 pm. I hadn’t realized how much longer the days are until this one clear sunny day. I think it would be helpful if a wind would come and blow all my leaves down the street. What wind did a few days past was blow oh so many little branches off poor Douglas – my big fir tree.