A STRONG gust of wind woke me at 0227 this morning. My first thought was something huge had hit the east side of the house. It frightened me. Then I felt worried because it seems it wouldn’t have frightened me before. Now in my 80s, am I more fearful?
Second thought was remembering the time the bear came in the front door. Had we secured the front door? Sometimes the latch doesn’t seat.
Then I realized it was just a gust of wind (turns out it was nearly 40mph), part of the system announcing the next wave of rain.
It was 0330 before I got back to sleep.
Last week’s rain (and light snow dusting) lasted until tuesday morning … and it is now raining again.
However, we have been Blessed. Our rain didn’t “run off” as it did in southern California where nearly 95% ran down storm drains into the ocean.
It is very early in the year, but it will soon be time to be out in the garden. There are budding potatoes and bulbs to plant, and seeds (blue corn and wild flowers) to sow.
I wonder where our winter went. No … I really don’t. I know it went east.
Oh well … Make the most of your Blessings.
I haven’t mentioned the saturday opera for a couple of weeks. I had to make a bit of an adjustment in re Richard Strauss … he is not pidgeonholeable (a neologism?).
I am unable to appreciate (and sometimes even unable to listen to) “Electra” and “Die Frau …” as well as some others. BUT I appreciate and even enjoy “Till Eulenspiegel …” and ”Salome” and ”… Rosenkavalier” and ”… Zarathustra” and ”Ariadne …” and “Arabella” and a slew of other works.
So I guess I am a partial appreciator of Strauss in the same way I am a partial appreciator of Bernstein (I don’t understand the Requiem Mass, but love “Fancy Free”).
A lesson in not lumping things together or making sweeping pronouncements?
This past week the opera was “Prince Igor” (as my opera appreciator cousins already know) by Borodin, Rimsky-Korsakov, and Glazunov. I’ve enjoyed the Polovtsian March and Dances ever since they were adapted to Broadway in “Kismet” … Baubles, Bangles, and Beads. I learned that in addition to writing lovely music, not only was Borodin a medical scientist responsible for the ground work which led to the development of several medications but an ardent feminist as well. One can only wonder what was left undone by his death at such a young age?
Next week will be a mish-mash. Report to follow.
Did I ever tell you about the optical illusions on this land? There are several which keep life interesting.
For instance …
We have a stream which runs uphill before it goes under the driveway.
The cardinal directions change as you drive down the road toward pavement, i.e. east moves counterclockwise (widdershins).
And here’s one for you. (Please ignore the colours. It was raining and I’m not learned enough in PhotoShop to make it right.)
I finished reading (re-reading) the last book of the Rama series last thursday. Arthur C. Clarke (and Gentry Lee) got so much prediction correct. In addition, the philosophical insights on parenting and human behavior are well worth reading … and rereading. Try it.
Current reading is a book by Thomas Cahill … “How the Irish Saved Civilization”. Interesting information about a plethora of subjects from saints to Celtic culture. Next on the reading list is something light by either Berry or Rollins, followed by “Desire of the Everlasting Hills ” (also by Cahill).
Saw another book listed in the front of the Irish book titled “Jesus’ Little Instruction Book”. Got to get that one.
and the daffodils are showing.
Had an interesting thing happen a few days ago. In the past I had gone to local cemeteries taking pictures of graves and headstones which had been requested by family historians through a genealogical site named “Find a Grave”. I always enjoyed the trips since they were history as well as good scenery. On one trip I came across a cluster of children’s graves. When I checked further I found there had been a measles epidemic during which nearly a fifth of the local children died … five in just one family.
Then, about a year ago, I stopped going out on these excursions when others appeared to be setting up “territories”. There was no way I wanted to get involved in disputes over who had the right to take pictures where so I just drew back and stopped responding to requests.
Then, out of the blue, I got an email asking why it had been so long since I last posted any pictures.
I went to the Find a Grave net site to check the cemeteries where I have gone in the past and found that, out of eight “territories”, only two of the claimants are keeping up with requests … friend Dan at the Mt Shasta Memorial Park and Mrs. Jones down in Dunsmuir. There are a total of nearly twenty unanswered requests in this area which haven’t been “claimed”, some dating back before the end of last year. Guess that means that as soon as weather permits, I’ll have a day out. Photos should be good with new growth following the rain.
Elaine Stritch is 89. And she’s still here. Don’t count old broads out.
Just one more thing …
That used to be the thing our middle grandchild would say when a phone conversation was slowing down … “Just one more thing, Nuna.” I miss those conversations.
Oh well …
Just one more thing … don’t forget the time change next weekend.
And so ’til next week …