18 January …


This evening was to have been radio club meeting. I cancelled it due to weather.  There are big, frozen berms in front of the clubhouse where the city plowed the streets.  The parking spaces are full of snow.  And getting home would have been a challenge for George and me.  I think I’ll suggest that the January meeting be cancelled every year.  Give us all a holiday.

Officers are usually elected at the January meeting.  This year we did it via the net. I was asked to stay as Presiding Officer so I’ll be planning the holiday potluck next December.


Opera to the fore … again …

Last week we watched the Lyric Opera of Chicago’s premier production of a brand new opera called “Belle Canto, the Opera”.  What a few hours.  It was not BEL CANTO and there was nothing that left you with something to hum. 

But the composer, lyricist, and singers created something that drew us in and left us thinking. 

Great Performances: Bel Canto from Chicago Lyric OperaThe story was based on an actual event in Peru some years ago and dealt with people in crisis with little hope of escape.  And the fact that it was written in eight or nine languages was mind-blowing (I could identify only 6 of the languages … interesting … maybe Incan was one).  The explanation was that there were that many “native”  languages among the singers.  That left me wondering if the libretto had been translated en toto into each of the languages so the singer was able to really understand what the others were singing (saying) when they sang in a “foreign” language.

Another surprise was that in spite of a long-standing aversion to contratenors, I was captivated by the contratenor who sang about learning who he was by spending time listening to the trees.  The music line matched the lyrics and the atmosphere was gentle.  The lead soprano’s character was captivated.  So was I.

Lyric Opera of Chicago World Premier  Bel Canto © Todd Rosenberg Photography 2015

I will most likely never watch it again, but I’m glad I watched last friday.


I just finished reading a novel by an author new to me (the first of a trilogy … does anyone write just a single novel anymore?).  It was a pleasant surprise. 

I love words and when someone can surprise me wih an idea wrapped in words … loverly.

This author did it.  Here are three examples …

“an acute outbreak of testosterone poisoning”

“the sustenance school of crisis management”

“turn to me with all your heart … do not refuse me because I am dark and shadowed or because my substance is hidden … watch for me, see me, and if you find me I will give you the morning star”

Am now awaiting volumes two and three.


As I looked out one of the east facing windows early one morning last week I realized that a full moon in winter makes me feel blessed.  Regardless of the weather, it is eye candy. 

With fresh snow it reminds me of “The Night Before Christmas”.  You know … “The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow …”

When there is ice, it’s like being in a room full of crystals. 

Rain? The echo of moonlight makes the sheets of rain shimmer. 

And under any condition, there are shadows … lovely shadows.


Weather …

Snow pack in the mountains is 125% – 150% of normal (depending on the information source).  That speaks well for the water situation in this part of California.  Here in the High Meadow the rain did not wash away the snow, and the low temperatures at night have keep us well supplied with ice.

The road is closed below the driveway entrance and has been for several days.  Cars can get all the way to Elderberry, but the plug on our hill is about 4′ (average) deep, goes all the way across he road, and extends about ten feet down the hill.  John was able to bring in the mail and some shopping on monday.  He brought it as far in the car as the drift allowed and hiked it over the drift.  George brought it the rest of the way to the house on a sled.  It looks like we will be cancelling the trip to the retinologist in Medford scheduled for next tuesday and rescheduling.

18 Jan 2017 Front Window


Last night a new storm moved in and this morning there is less than an inch of new snow but we are being buffeted by high winds. 

That makes windows interesting since they get a scattering of snow which impacts the view between us and the outdoors.

18 Jan 2017 Front DoorSeems like old times.


Finally, on the subject of words, last thursday I got this from a cousin … thank you, Jean.

The other day, a not so elderly (60) lady said something to her son about driving a Jalopy & he looked at her quizzically & said what the heck is a Jalopy?

OMG (new phrase!) – he had never heard of the word jalopy!!

She knew she was old, but not that old. Well, I hope you are Hunky Dory after you read this & chuckle –
About a month ago, I flashed on some old expressions that have become obsolete because of the inexorable march of technology. These phrases included “Don’t touch that dial,” “Carbon copy,” “You sound like a Broken record” and “Hung out to dry.”
Back in the olden days we had a lot of moxie. We’d put on our best bib and tucker to straighten up and fly right – Heavens to Betsy!

Gee whillikers! Jumping Jehoshaphat! Holy moley! We were in like Flynn and living the life of Riley and a regular guy could never accuse us of being a knucklehead, a nincompoop or a pill.

Not for all the tea in China!
Back in the olden days, life used to be swell but when’s the last time anything was swell? Swell has gone the way of beehives, pageboys and the D.A, of spats, knickers, fedoras, poodle skirts, saddle shoes & pedal pushers.

Oh, my aching back.

Kilroy was here but he isn’t anymore.
We wake up from what surely has been just a short nap and before we can say, Well I’ll be a monkey’s uncle! or This is a fine kettle of fish! we discover that the words we grew up with, the words that seemed omnipresent as oxygen, have vanished from our tongues, our pens and our keyboards with scarcely a notice.
Poof, go the words of our youth, the words we’ve left behind. We blink and they’re gone. Where have all those phrases gone?
Pshaw,The milkman did it,  Hey! It’s your nickel. Don’t forget to pull the chain, Knee high to a grasshopper. Well, Fiddlesticks! Going like sixty. I’ll see you in the funny papers. Don’t take any Wooden nickels, & Heavens to Murgatroyd!
It turns out there are more of these lost words and expressions than Carter has liver pills. This can be disturbing stuff!

We of a certain age have been blessed to live in changeful times. For a child each new word is like a shiny toy, a toy that has no age.

We at the other end of the chronological arc have the advantage of remembering there are words that once did not exist, there were words that once strutted their hour upon the earthly stage and now are heard no more, except in our collective memory.

It’s one of the greatest advantages of aging.
See ya later, alligator!

To which I respond … After while, crocodile.


And so ’til next week …

11 January …


2017 started with a wild ride.  Medford had more snow than it’s had in nearly 100 years.  We were snowed in the afternoon of the 3rd and stayed that way until the 7th, and then it was a sure thing “out” but not so sure “in”.

I-5 was closed between Ashland and Redding for nearly 24 hours and a whole lot of schools were closed for many days (so far 6) due to icy roads.  More than 12,000 homes, mainly in Oregon, were without power for varying amounts of time.  The longest out was 6 days. 

We’re still good.  This has been a “bad” storm for some areas around us, but in the 40 years we’ve been here, we’ve seen worse. 

A bit of rain on the 8th, then snow began again on the 9th.

Currently weather is due to be snow followed by rain followed by snow followed by freezing … we have no place to go and choose to not chance the road.  Here are some pictures of the roller coaster ride …

7-jan-20177 January …

8-jan-20178 January …

9-jan-20179 January …

10-jan-201710 January …

11-jan-201711 January …

John and his partner are getting quite an initiation to Siskiyou County weather.  This is quite similar to when we first moved here.


There have been some fantastic views with this storm, but my photographic ability and equipment has not been up to catching them for sharing. 

One morning the trees and bushes still had a layer of snow topped with a layer of ice and then the sun came out … another time there were powder snow lumps in the trees and when the branches dropped the heavy lumps the air was full of powder in which the sun created rainbows … and, as happens in weather like this, the sun on snow in the meadow creates a field full of sparkling, coloured gems.

I do wish I could share.


As usual, we had a New Year’s Eve problem.  This year it was the 38+years old flash water heater.  I’m not technically savvy enough to know detais, but there may be a way to steal a part from the heater in the barn to replace the part in the kitchen.  Or we may end up having to get a new unit.

Oh well … such is the start of a new year.



Since life is currently limited by weather, there isn’t much to report. 

I’d say “sorry”, but I enjoy winter.

And the Holiday cactus is doing its best to brighten the days.


So …

”What day is it?”

“It’s today,” squeaked Piglet.

“My favorite day,” said Pooh.

― A.A. Milne


…’til next week …


4 January …


Well … did you hit the ground running on day one of 2017?


Seems a cousin and I tried to outdo each other in hitting the ground at the end of last year.  He won since he had to spend time in hospital. 

As for me … hand is completely back to normal (knitting a lace vest), face is once more acceptable (still residual bags under the eyes but they are no longer RED), and knee continues to improve. 

Why do I need to tell you all this? 

Because when you get a chance to play the invalid … milk it.


Recently, I had an interesting cogitation spell.  I was listening to the 40s channel on Sirius when I heard “The DipsyDoodle”.  Remember it?  “… things come out in reverse”.

It made me think of Yoda and the way he phrased his sentences.


It was suggested a bit ago that if AC had not already been named, he should be called Pyewacket.  Maybe …

But “AC” leaves so much room for conjecture.











Ascendant   …   Cat.

… shall I go on … although I admit the Pyewacket heritage probably applies …woodpile-ac


especially when he insists on choosing firewood for me.



2-january-2017Weather has continued rather predictably for this time of year.  It has been COLD with sporadic snow. (Picture was taken through a window … that’s the reflection of a lamp you see)

to-the-east-3-january-2017Last evening there was nearly 20″ of light, dry, fluffy snow in the backyard.

4-jaunary-2017This morning I-5 is closed from Ashland in the north all the way to Redding in the south.  Of course we’re snowed in … but the woodshed and the 7-11 are full.

front-bell-4-january-2017John is getting a taste of old-fashioned winter in Siskiyou County.


For the past two years I have kept a jar on the counter behind my place at the table into which each evening I put (as I remember to) a note on which I write something that gave me pleasure during the day.  Then at the start of the New Year I give thanks for the pleasure and start a new jar.

This year the jar starts with a note about the Vienna Philharmonic’s New Year’s Concert and the new “Sherlock”.  What a mixed pleasure.

However, I do wish whomever it was who thought adding a narrator and information about Viennese royalty adds to a musical concert would rethink their priorities.

Kvetch Kvetch Kvetch …




Each year I get a calendar for myself called  “The Reading Woman”.  Here’s the picture I choose to share for January.  It is from a  painting titled “Studying” done in 1898 by Arkady Rylov, a Russian symbolist painter.

It is much to my taste.


More snow pictures (for comparisons) …comparisons


Now … something to remember all the days to come …


Today there’s a stranger somewhere who really needs your smile . . . perhaps on the street, in the elevator, in line at the store . . .

You may never formally meet or even speak and there’s no way of knowing for certain who that stranger is.

So please don’t take a chance and miss the opportunity. I promise your day will be better, and someone else’s will change in a powerful and extraordinary way.
… by Benjamin M Williamson


Sounds like a good way to start the year.  Can you see me smiling?  I send you Blessings …


So … ’til next week …



28 December …


For those of you who celebrate Christmas … I hope your day was spectacular.  John and our neighbor Eric were here for dinner.

For those of you celebrating Hannukah … may light and blessings be yours.

For those of you three days into Kwanzaa … may your example spread the attributes necessary for a good world and may good food and fun be yours.

And to all of us awaiting a New Year … Mazel Tov.


For this house … what a ride.

Mark and family are still in New York state, and that distance is not one I would choose.  It will be rectified by this time next year.

Last wednesday, when we got home from the radio club party (at which I drank only sparkling cider), as I was going down to the back door I took a header and wound up in a most ungraceful position …

Fortunately John was at the house, so I had two rescuers. 

My injuries were an abraded right knee with a bone bruise which made bending that knee rather difficult for several days, a hit to the little finger side of my left hand which resulted in a bit of swelling and some bruising to my pinkie and ring finger areas (which made knitting and spinning out of the question for a day or so),face-2

and an abraded forehead with a couple of impressive goose eggs as well as bilateral shiners complete with king-sized red bags under both eyes.

I’m not sure how I managed to injure my right knee, my left hand, and my forehead with just one fall. John says it is a good thing I bounced rather than broke so maybe I did bounce.

I am so grateful for the care given me by both George and John.

23-dec-2016On Christmas Day, John arrived not feeling well.  He had stomach pain and bilateral lower abdominal pain.  He had shoveled snow out of his new driveway the day before, had no nausea or fever, and no obvious point pain, so we concluded it was muscles not used to shoveling snow.  But pre-dawn on the 26th, he was in Emergency being prepped for an immediate appendectomy.  All went well and he will be out of hospital today or tomorrow.

During dinner on Christmas Day, George experienced a food block at the entrance to his stomach and was unable to move it in either direction.  It took until 0200 the 26th for it to break loose.  Neither of us got much sleep that night.

And, because of the COLD weather, there is a break in one of the water lines in the hydro-electric system out in the meadow which means we are temporarily on electricity use restriction.  As soon as things thaw, it will be repaired.

George is once again able to eat and drink without problems.

John is repaired and soon will be at home recovering.

And my face no longer resembles a Hallowe’en mask, although I still have slight shiners.

2017 will be better …

I still believe in miracles …

I do, I do, I do …


msarc-2016The holiday party at the radio club went well.  Thirteen people were there (including two wives who are not in this club picture).

The food was spectacular.

The conversations were entertaining.

And the “Who the Devil is THAT?” game was a much bigger hit than I had expected.  The remarks and sharing and laughs were well worth the time spent getting it ready. 

Not a single member identified everyone.  The most identified out of the fifteen photos was six and that was by one of the wives who is not a club member. The prizes of stemmed glasses with sparkling cider and mugs with cocoa mix went to three members, each of whom got five correct. 

Next year (if I am still responsible for planning the potluck) we will play RADIO bingo and the prizes will be rice bag bed warmers.


AC and Fluffy have taken up cohabitation in the old dog house which allows them to look in the back door to watch happenings in the kitchen and dining area.  Because of my allergy, they are not allowed in the house and I have to wash my hands thoroughly (the ABC song hummed through twice while soaping) when I come back in after petting.

Fluffy has taken to caressing one ankle while AC rubs the other.  She allows me limited petting permission (only if AC is there to protect her).  And they now share food without any growling or hissing.


24-december-2016We had snow last friday …

28-dec-2016 which is still with us …

and on Christmas Eve a car with its rear off the road at the base of our first hill nearly closed High Meadow Road.  It was a young city couple who had rented a small house up the road from us for the weekend (a couple of the “new” owners on Hammond  Ranch have their places listed on AirBnB). 

On his way here, John rescued them.  We didn’t hear from them later and the car was no longer blocking the road on sunday, so we think all went well.


P.S.  At the time I fell last week I was carrying a bag containing a pint of IPA given me by one of the radio folks and the remainder of a bottle of Cabernet which no one else would take home … and neither bottle broke !!!


Ready to start the New Year?  Maybe Ray Bradbury said it best …

 “Go to the edge of the cliff and jump off. Build your wings on the way down.”

So … ’til next year …


 21 December …


Tonight is the radio club’s annual holiday potluck. 

For entertainment, I am having them play “Who the Devil is That?”.  I gathered pictures of members taken when they were between ten and twenty for identification.  There will be red herrings.  There are only three women in the club.  That would be too easy, so there are extra female pictures.  Here is my array.  Can you choose me?wilma

Report on food and fun will be shared next week.


Weather has been doing its chaos thing … rain, snow, wind, sun, freeze.  In depth report when the dust of the season clears.


Here in the northern hemisphere, tomorrow is the Winter Solstice often called Yule … the longest night preceding the return of the Sun to the north.  I saw this picture on the Yosemite page and loved it … so am sharing it.

yosemiteBlessed Solstice … celebrate the Return of the Sun.


We are late this year with just about everything … late

including uppping the tree. 


That is the reason (but not the excuse) for this short blog.  So through the tension …



Remember …


­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­Life may not be the party we hoped it would be, but since we’re here we might as well dance.


… ’til next week … BREATHE !


14 December …


 To quote John (and his eye) on saturday last …10-dec-2016

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas.


The radio club has instigated a wednesday night net … i.e. a time when club members can check in with each other and/or make announcements.  George and I missed the net last week and two members contacted us to ask if we were okay.  That surprised me (although it had been snowing) while at the same time adding a layer of comfort.

We will try to not miss another net.


It has been a quiet week.  John now has a key to our mailbox so he will bring in any mail when he comes and we no longer have to make special trips out.

John and Michael are moving and moving is tiring under the best of circumstances.  They will be settled as Siskiyou County folks by the first of the year.

Then, next year will be Mark’s turn to move west with his family.

The circle is forming.


Last thursday morning there was a rather large earthquake off the coast near Ferndale.  It was a 6+ but was about a hundred miles offshore and we didn’t feel it.  There had been a smaller one a year or so ago, but it was closer to land and we felt that one.

The Cascadia is more than overdue to let go … and when it does it will most likely be a BIG one.  That would be trouble for the coast and some are saying since the Mountain is dormant (just asleep, not dead) it could be trouble around here.

Oh well … stay tuned.


Weather report … Snow began wednesday evening. 7-dec-2016 There was about an inch on the boardwalk when I went to bed.  Wind overnight left some drifts. 

8-dec-2016Thursday morning, George inspected and although the driveway was clear, the road down the hill was blocked by a drift which George was able to clear friday morning good enough for 4x4s.

Since then we’ve had soft rains, melt, and COLD temperatures with another snow storm due tonight.


Cat report … AC now sees himself as guardian and insists on helping me with whatever.  I went out to the woodshed a couple of days ago to bring in some firewood and there he was … rubbing up against my ankles, sitting on my foot, talking and purring … and when I went into the shed, he climbed the ladder so he was up at the level of my face and hands as I reached for the firewood.  He inspected each piece as if to say “This one is okay” or “Nope, not that one this time.”



He is mine and I’m sure he thinks I am his.



Opera this week was one of which I’d never heard … “L’Amour de Loin”.  It wasn’t what a quick look at the title might suggest. And it definitely wasn’t to my taste.  Oh well …

Next saturday will be Strauss’ “Salome”.  That I will enjoy.  I remember when some soprano (I don’t recall which) actually did the dance of the seven veils.  I can’t remember if she did it with or without a body suit. 

Shocking …


There has been more hoopla about what to use as a greeting during the holiday season.  Some people seem to believe that you have to choose one, and only one, greeting and if you choose differently from their choice, you are wrong … or worse.

I disagree. 

A commercial on a local television station spews their choice in-your-face and boasts “Yes, we said it.”  It makes me feel I might not be welcome in their establishment since I might choose a different greeting.

As in so many situations … I choose for me and you choose for you. 

If one or another of the possible greetings (such as Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Kwanzaa Greetings, Blessed Solstice, Joyful Yule, Beautiful Lucia, or Happy Holidays) is your choice … use it … but I advise you use it without pushing and with kindness.  Then if anyone objects, that’s their problem. 

At the same time, allow me to use the greeting I chose.

This writer now steps down off the seasonal soap box and wishes you all a wonderful holiday season … wherever you are and whatever you celebrate.

(Cwtches to all that need one.)

So … ’til next week …



7 December …


A day that lives in infamy …

This morning, at 0900, we will watch “Tora Tora Tora” … again.  We recently watched the PBS specials about the Oklahoma and the Arizona.  Guess you have to have been born before 1935 or so to understand. 

Reminds me that sometimes I start talking about history and then realize that what I remember quite clearly happened before the parents of the person I’m talking with were born and isn’t considered important enough to teach in school.

Oh well …


John’s holidays are being complicated by his move to Siskiyou County.  He has been making trips since last week transferring belongings and furniture from Marysville to Dunsmuir.  However, they have a secure place to live as of 1 December with a wonderful south facing place for his plants.

He will be with us for Christmas.  I’ll be serving turkey so he will have to make do with stuffing, mashed potatoes, gravy, salad, and vegetables.  Oh well …

I am sooooo excited to have him so close …


7-dec-2016Weather has been cold.  Mornings, just before dawn, in the 20s.  Scattered rain, ice, and snow.  The Old Farmer’s almanac, which is more often right than wrong, says we’re in for a wet, warm winter. 

We shall see …


Remember last week when I yammered about Americans and their aversion to the word “toilet”?  Well, I got this from a cousin …



How about potty and WC and tinkle pot and toitoi?  Got those responses as well.


Can you add any others? 

Intelligent, intellectual survey, right?


Cat report …

AC is integrating with the barn cats.  He still spends most of his time around the house waiting for a “people” to come out.  Lately, he is often joined by the fluffy black cat, the sleek black cat with the white “locket” on its throat, and sometimes the two grey kittens.black-trio 

And the other cats are learning from him.  I’ve been able to pet the fluffy cat twice.


Something to remember in the years to come … 


“As we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our fears, our presence automatically liberates others.”

…  Marianne Williamson


We are free to laugh at clowns.

So … ’til next week …



 30 November …


What a ride the last few weeks have been.

I have forgotten some things I wanted to share.   When I start to write others, it’s as if I’m repeating myself.

Guess I have to rely on your tolerance while things get back to “normal”.


Snow on the 19th got mostly undone by rain on the 20th.  Weather stayed cold with night temperatures in the low 30s.

It started snowing again the 23rd and continued off and on until the 28th.  Fortunately, we had no need to go out. 

I’ve been taking pictures but forgot to date them so here’s a collection. nov-snow-6nov-snow-5nov-snow-3nov-snow-4nov-snow-2nov-snow-1


Tuesday the 22nd was our day in Medford.  We now leave the house in the dark but that tuesday we got home early.  Dusk had not begun.  There was rain so no sun.  Next trip north will again be the 22nd.  First time we will be going north on a thursday.  Current plan is to do the doctor thing and head right back home. 

We shall see.


John and Michael arrived on wednesday afternoon last week to spend Thanksgiving with us.  They are not yet acclimated to the weather up here, so they spent a lot of the time bundled up.  They will be living in Dunsmuir (down the road about 16 miles) by the end of the year.

No turkey this year, but a nice one is in the freezer awaiting the next holiday.

Here’s how the Mountain looked on Thanksgiving Day.thanksgiving-day-2016

We started the meal with statements of thanks.  My life has been anything but normal lately, but I have so much for which to be thankful.  I am truly blessed.


One day last week I went to put out a fresh roll of toilet paper and noticed the packaging said “Bath Tissue”.  That made  me wonder what part of a bath required “tissue”. 

And that made me think of the time I went up to the bar in a pub to ask where the rest room was and the pert bird behind the bar said “That depends on whether you’re a Brit who needs to rest or a Yank who wants to use the toilet.”  In Cornwall, a least  the old part of Cornwall, the “bath” room is a separate room containing only a bath tub.  Makes sense to me. 

That line of thought led to the realization that Americans have a completely senseless array of words to avoid saying “toilet”.  I’d bet any of you can list at least a dozen.



California has some interesting history.  Seems we live right in the center of this part of it.


WWII shut down the original effort, but it never died.


#CaliforniaHistory http://ThisWeekinCaliforniaHistory.com


Some time ago I said no treaty between the US and an indigenous Nation has ever been honored.  I was wrong. 

My son, Mark, who lives in western New York state, pointed out a treaty signed in 1794.  It is called ” The Canandaigua Treaty” or “The Pickering Treaty”.  It is a treaty between the United States of America and the Six Nations of the Iroquois Confederacy – Seneca, Cayuga, Onondaga, Oneida, Mohawk and Tuscarora.  It was mediated by local Quakers at the request of the indigenous peoples because they spoke English and could be trusted.  It recognized sovereignty and land rights.  There have been violations of the treaty, yet the treaty has never been broken and is still actively recognized by the Six Nations and the United States governments.   

The United States each year provides $4500 for the annual distribution of cloth to the Six Nations peoples. This annual affirmation of the obligations the United States government made in this treaty is more than 200 years old.

The Canandaigua Treaty Day Celebration, held each year on November 11 in Canandaigua, New York, is an event commemorating the continued observance of this treaty.

This information is online at http://www.ganondagan.org/Learning/Canandaigua-Treaty

In my opinion, one observation (with violations) doesn’t line up well with all the broken promises and treaties.  Still, it is worth remembering.


And finally, a thought appropriate to the holiday season … with blessing for all …

It doesn’t matter if your glass is half full or half empty.  Be glad you have a glass and there is something in it.


‘Til next week …

20 November …


I want to say thank you to all of you who were concerned about not hearing from me for those weeks.  The phone conversations and the emails (when I was able to access them) were nice. 

It is a real upper to realize that there are folks who remember me and think about me.

Bless you all.


As reported previously, we had been without an internet connection for 15 days. 

We were caught in an unreal situation.  Where we live there is no option for internet service other than dial-up or satellite.  We know the man who owns the cable internet service in the local towns, but he says there aren’t enough users in the rural rural areas (and the double is not a mistake) for him to be able to afford the cost of laying cable.  So, of course, we have gone with satellite. 

We haven’t had any serious trouble for 10 years.  Then on Hallowe’en it began. When the problem began to stretch out in time, we considered switching to the only other satellite provider.  Then, while trying to get service out here, we discovered all the service for this county comes out of Red Bluff and/or Oroville, and that both satellite providers use the same service providers … so changing ISPs wouldn’t change the service situation.  I wish I could believe that whatever government bureau controls, or has governance over, ISP providers would do something about the rural situation … but I’m afraid that is beyond my current belief capability and I expect it to only get worse.

However, after wading through reams of emails, trying to see what I had missed or done wrong, and catching up on radio club responsibilities, I’m baaaaaaaaaaaaccccccccccccck, although early (or late) this time.


The pullets have begun laying in earnest.  We are getting an average of five or six eggs a day.  George is not a fan of eggs except in cookies, cake, or other desserts and eats them for breakfast reluctantly.  But he acknowledges their value as protein and I acknowledge his preferences … so I will begin baking.


This is posted on a sunday rather than the usual wednesday (although there has been no “usual” wednesday this month so far)  because we had to be in Redding at 0830 wednesday morning for George’s annual check-up with his cardiologist.  The results weren’t bad, but not as good as in the past.  Looks as if I’ll be modifying diet.

Then thursday we had to make a trip to Yreka.  While there, I took a look at shopping at Raley’s.  I used to shop at Raley’s when I was in Yreka every week working as a Weight Watches leader.  Then I quit shopping there because we didn’t want to make the trip.  But thursday I discovered the prices at Raley’s were enough better than the local Ray’s to make a trip every other week worthwhile. Ray’s is giving free turkeys if you buy a $30 ham.  At Raley’s I got a 14# turkey and a 10# ham for $22.  Several other items on my list were less expensive as well.

Plans change.


This was the view on our way home that day.


Last wednesday evening was the monthly meeting of the radio club.  It was a short meeting since things slow down during the winter.  The main item discussed was the upcoming holiday potluck.  The evening’s entertainment following the holiday dinner will be an identify-the-members game … “Who the devil is that?”  Members have been giving me pictures of themselves aged between 10 and 20 to use and it has been fun working with them.  We were a really good looking bunch of kids. 

I’ll share some of them after the game.

The election of officers is coming up in January.  I was asked if I would run again.


Ever since I can remember I have been a fan of scifi and fantasy and horror.  Not slasher or snuff stuff … Lovecraft and Bradbury and Rice and anything Gothic.  As a result, I have become a fan (rather “we have become fans” since George got hooked as well) of a series called “Grimm”.  We are currently watching the fifth season via NetFlix.

It is basically one of the 46 story lines … the one about good vs evil with interesting confusion of roles and uncertainties.  Much like the world today.

We’re enjoying it and the parallels it draws.

Did I mention it is set (and filmed) in Portland?


Autumn has done its thing with the deciduous trees in front.  The maple and catalpa are bare, and the birches are almost there.

The trees out back are impacted by the season change as well.apple 

The apple has turned (it was the last to turn last year),the apricot and plum are both bare, and the smoke tree is gorgeous.smoke





And indoors the white cactus is blooming.




morning-snowThis was the view yesterday morning …




It was AC’s first encounter with snow.



… finally, here is a thought amid the chaos …


“The best way to cheer yourself up is to try to cheer up somebody else.”

— Bette Midler


‘Til next week …



There was no blog posted on the 2nd or the 9th


Cause?  No ISP service.

We lost internet access on the evening of the 31st and didn’t get it back until the 15th.

Reason?  We were told work on the node in Salt Lake City in preparation for a new service to handle high traffic loads caused local outages.  Then we were told our modem was bad.  Then that the satellite was being obscured by foliage.  Then that there was a local break in service.  I spoke with a total of 10 reps before I turned it over to my son.

Result?  No blogs, oodles of email to wade through, and


But we did learn that we are “Valued” customers and when we call, our call goes to the head of the line, we get one free service call a year, and if we go over our allowed download limit (where they would start slowing our service) we can be forgiven twice a year.

Big  whoop.

After three service appointments where no one showed up, John arranged for us to receive service through a closer provider.

So here it is the evening of the 15th, a service person arrived earlier today and as a consequence … here are the missed blogs … without editing …




2 November …


Things are quieting down for the radio club.  This summer wasn’t as busy as past years.  There were fewer events.  Maybe those things are on a curve as is so much of life and we have entered the down part of the curve.

So far, there are only four events scheduled for 2017 … two big ones, a medium sized one, and one which really amounts to nothing.


The Holiday potluck this year will be just a few days before  Christmas.  I’ve been trying to decide what to take.  I want to include those with special needs and so am looking for something gluten-free, vegetarian, and sugar free.

Any suggestions?


Weather has been wet.  Total precipitation since last wednesday has been 6.87″.  We are now in a three day (predicted) dry but cool spell.  More rain due tomorrow.


Pullet report (no longer a pullet surprise) … between three and five eggs a day.  I now have on hand two and a half dozen.  Time for egg salad (with a loaf of fresh, hot sourdough bread), maybe a quiche, and some baking.


I recently had a computer invasion.  All of a sudden the screen went bright red and there were two superimposed windows open.  In the background I could see something reading “troja…”. 

As instructed by my computer-literate sons, I instantly shut off my computer, waited about two minutes, and rebooted.  Everything was the same as before, including the red intrusion when I opened my browser.  So I emailed John for help.  He researched and called me and we went through a two and a half hour session as he talked me through the repair. 

I am so fortunate to have two responders in the family.

The reason for posting this is that it could happen to you.  If it does … under NO circumstances open any of the superimposed windows !!! and get help right away.  It is a bad one.


Last monday we went to Yreka for George’s semi-annual VA health exam.  It was Hallowe’en and the only one in the clinic who wasn’t in costume was the doc.  The receptionist was Phyllis Diller and all the back office folks were vampires.

We also made a stop at the County Health and Welfare office and the folks there were all dressed as very colourful fairies.


Thwatcher-1ere has been a change in AC’s life.  My allergy has made it impossible for me to handle him any more so when I go out he comes to me, rubs my ankles (like cats have a habit of doing) and sits on my foot.  We talk and occasionally I have a tidbit for him.  He now takes meals with the barn contingent which is composed of Fluffy (black with long fur), Locket (black short-haired with a white patch on the throat), the Ghost (grey short-haired), and two of the Ghost’s kittens. However, AC doesn’t live with them.  We think he has taken up residence in the empty dog house just outside the back door.  From there he can see into the kitchen and dining room.  And he has learned that he can jump up the back of the house to the screen on a dining room window for a closer look.  Yesterday I took the screen off the window.

AC and Fluffy seem to have a play relationship (and Fluffy has become more tolerant of human closeness) so AC is not completely abandoned.  I miss the petting, but as I was told … another of my “boys” has grown up.

Oh well …


Don’t forget to vote, either early or next tuesday.  Let’s get this situation resolved so we can get on with our lives …

and regardless of the outcome …


 Once a day give someone a full smile.


‘Til next week …








9 November …



Significant happenings during the last week … the Cubs won the Series after one hundred eight years, there is a new President elect, weather got wet again beginning with a downpour saturday evening, we again made a shift in time (I really dislike that and wish we’d pick one time and stick with it), we made a trip to Sacramento, stalkerand AC continues to grow into an Alpha male.  He is even learning how to stalk (sorry for the red flash reflection). 

Last week he eyed a Junco (he missed).


The trip to Sacramento was the result of the semi-annual physical exam.  George has had increasing lung trouble.  He has COPD (Merchant Marine service in an engine room full of oil fumes during WWII where he learned to smoke, followed with raising cattle and bucking hay with the accompanying dust and mold) and his congenital kyphosis makes it worse, so we were sent to Mather in Sacramento for an evaluation.

I drove down to Marysville where we met John and he took over from there.  He knows Sacramento.

We left home about 0630 and got back about 1915, both in the dark.  It was a loooooonnnnnnnnnnnggggggggggggggg day and it will be at least the 11th before we know the results, if then.


As you know, I do genealogy.  In my research of both of my lines there is no sign, not even a hint, of any Native American heritage.  I seem to be about as white European as you can get … and I’ve been able to trace back before the 1600s.

However, I find the Indigenous Peoples’ respect for the Past and the Earth resonates with me.  As a result, I have been watching the events in North Dakota with dismay. 

History shows they have been treated with disrespect and covetous intent over the 200+ years of this country.  There is not a single treaty between the United States and a Native nation which has been honored.

The peoples at Standing Rock are standing for their past and clean water in the future for all. 

I stand with them.


During Spinzilla I spun with the WebSters group again, and as a result I received eight ounces of rainbow coloured pencil roving as a gift from Dona (the owner of the WebSters) … she gifted all her spinners. 



The fiber was a real eye-catcher.  After drafting, I’ve been spinning it cobweb and triple plying to lace weight. 


I think what I want to do with it is a two-handed Fair Isle vest using a light grey as the contrast.  I have some grey fiber called “Silver”.  That should do it.


At the end of our appointment at the VA in Yreka for George’s semi-annual exam (which went well except for the lung thing), we were given a cookbook.


None of the recipes use processed food (i.e. canned or packaged … other than pasta).

So far, I’ve tried three of the recipes and they’ve been pretty good … sweet-n-sour chicken, sautéed green beans, and braised cod.

Trying one or two a month will keep our menus interesting well into 2017.


 It has been said … 


Life is meaningful and everything that happens to us has meaning. This means that if one stubs his toe he should not get angry at the stone he tripped over, but that he should ask himself, “Why did this happen to me?”  Perhaps the lesson is just that he should watch where he is going, but he should also think about where he has been.


I am still looking for the meaning in the internet outage. 

Oh well …


‘Til next week …