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 …  


26 October …


Weather = wind and rain.26-november-2016



michaels-tree                                        Still a bit of eyecandy remaining.


Yreka last wednesday was interesting.  Temperature when we left home was 32° and there was ground fog over the reservoir and all along the pastures in the Shasta Valley. 

There is a good crop of autumn calves to admire this year.

As we went up old 99, it was not yet dawn at 0700, but we saw two school busses.  I remember taking the boys out to the school bus stop in the dark during winter months.  I don’t recall catching the bus in the dark when I was riding a school bus, but then I lived a lot further south.

While we were in Yreka, we did some shopping (there is a Grocery Outlet up there and although they don’t always have what I want, when they do have it the price is good).  And George needed to pick up medication at the WalMart.

At WalMart, I checked on the price of a shingles vaccination … again … to see if anything had changed.  Nope.  Still $230 not covered by MediCare.  And RiteAid is even more expensive.  Oh well …




The reason for the trip to Yreka was for George to get his semi-annual blood draw.  He goes for the check-up in a couple of weeks. 

As usual following those fasting blood draws, we went to Poor George’s for brunch. 

plaqueI really like the sign over one of the booths … it makes me remember being a kid and so makes me grin.

I suggested they put it on the menu someplace.

Might not be a bad idea for family kitchens.


While we were in Yreka, George and I delivered our ballots to the County Clerk’s office and collected our “I voted” stickers (saw in Facebook that women in the Rochester NY area are putting their “I voted” stickers on Susan B. Anthony’s gravemarker).

One year I went up to watch the vote count in Yreka.  Siskiyou’s clerk has it all set up openly and invites anyone to come watch.

If you’re bored, suspicious, or just curious … check out your precinct or clerk’s office. 

Too bad there aren’t civics classes in middle and high schools any more.  Vote count watching would make a good field trip.


Some time ago I asked about the position of a negative in a phrase… remember?  Is it “to NOT do” something or “NOT to do” something? 

Well … ran into another language situation a bit ago.  I saw the phrase “wrong mistake” and, going with the rule that a double negative makes a positive, I wondered if the speaker really intended to indicate a “mistake” which was actually a positive and therefore a lesson.

Wondering what others thought, I posed my thought as a question.

I am still convinced a “wrong mistake” is most likely not a mistake at all, and can indicate a hidden lesson.

I can, at this point in time, attribute my question only to the difference in the teaching of language and the value of words which say what you mean.

I need to work on using my words more carefully so my meaning or thoughts are more clear.

Oh well …


My grandkids brought me a tee for the holiday …



Our trip to Medford yesterday was good.  The rain held off until we were nearly home.  Several days of autumn wet ahead.  Time for baking, reading, spinning, and a new Murdock disc.



Found this a few days ago and think it is poetic enough to share.


Winter is an etching.

Spring is a watercolour.

Summer is an oil painting.

Autumn is a mosaic of them all.

…              J. Horowitz


So … ’til next week …


19 October …


george-wilma-wedding-cakeBy  this evening, George and I will have been married for sixty-four years.


I was told, last week, that the URL I’ve been putting in the blog email notice doesn’t act like a link.  Oops …

I thought it did.  So I started looking and I think I’ve cleared up the problem.  From now on the URL should also be a link. 

Let me know.


I didn’t give any explanation for the drop in spinning output for this year’s Spinzilla when I wrote last week’s blog.  I felt that had I done so, it would have sounded like whining.

However, I now wish to claim reasons, but not excuses. 

The weather was changing last week with rain on the incoming so the arthritis in my right thumb was fired up.  I have some cannabis salve which works fairly well, but I didn’t know if it would stain fiber so didn’t use it.

Then with only two days left, I got bitten on the pad of my right index finger.  That’s the finger (and thumb) with which I control the amount of fiber going into the twist.

I began using the arthritis salve as soon as spinning time was up, and homemade healing salve treated the bite.  I am finishing up my fiber stash and will have fun learning to gradient dye the yarn.

As a result of circumstances … I consider myself a winner … even if I am a whiner.


The blessings from John’s visit were many. 

He and George spent wednesday bringing in firewood.  His brother also made arrangements for the delivery of two cords of firewood next week.  I am feeling very loved and secure.

Two not so good incidents … while loading wood into the back of the mule for transportation to the house, John discovered a ground bees’ nest and was stung a couple of times.  Aloe and a soda paste to the rescue.  George misstepped and lost his balance once and wound up with a sensitive area over his left kidney.  Massage with arnica, chamomile, and yarrow helped.


And I had another flare-up of the facial thing.  It had been over a year since the last incident.

It began saturday and was in full bloom by monday morning.  I saw a Family Nurse Practitioner in Dunsmuir monday around noon.  He took my word for what had happened in the past and wrote me a script based on that.

By tuesday noon things were under control.

But his new eyes had an interesting take on cause and diagnosis.  We will be following up on that.


The first of the late Autumn storms arrived after dark thursday evening.  On the NOAA radar map you could see about four of them lined up to the west.

Totals so far are:

Thursday … 2.27″

Friday … 0.22″

Saturday … 2.33″

Sunday … 0.84″

Monday … 0.30″

18-oct-2016Total … 5.93″ and snow on the Mountain.



Here’s what it looked like last evening, through the backyard trees.



While John was here, we got a pullet surprise …

surprisefirst eggs.



And a thought for the week …


“Success is when you look back at your life and the  memories make you smile.”


So … ’til next week …



12 October …


Well … my Spinzilla total was 5,221 yards or 2.97 miles.production 


Last year I did 5,866 yards or 3.33 miles. That’s about a third of a mile less.  


I am still spinning “cobweb” according to the gauge in Meg Swanson’s lace book.gauge  





I do enjoy spinning and now my stash is reloaded.


AC has finally begun to grow.  For a long time I thought maybe he had been runted by being abandoned, but he is developing into a lovely cat. 

He has become friends with the rest of the cats at Cold Comfort.  In fact, he and the furry black panther seems to have developed a play partnership.  It’s fun to watch AC jump her and then the two of them roll and run.

He now waits for me at the front door.  He must be very aware of light levels because, at this time of year, dusk and dawn times are fluid and that’s when I go out to close in the hens and feed him

If only I weren’t so allergic to cat dander, he’d be a house companion.




And the pullets will start laying soon.



John arrived yesterday.  Heart-lifting …

I was getting a bit worried about heat for the winter.  Since neither George nor I are as young as we once were, getting wood cut and stacked is no longer an easy chore.  But John will be helping today, and he and Mark have arranged for some already cut and split to be delivered.  Blessed sons.

Rain is due to begin this evening so whatever is to be accomplished outdoors has to be done today.  This series of storms is predicted to be a doozy. We shall see.


Random thoughts early in the morning …

I think I have used the words “graveyard” and “cemetery” interchangeably.  Then a bit ago I learned they aren’t the same.  It seems graveyards are cemeteries, but not all cemeteries are graveyards.

Churches are the difference.  If the burial place is in church property near a church it is a graveyard.  Any place the dead are buried, entombed, or inurned is a cemetery.

Around here there are commercial cemeteries, historical cemeteries, municipal cemeteries, private family cemeteries, … but none connected directly with a church like ones back east and in Europe.  Hence … no graveyards in Siskiyou County.

Don’t ask how I got on this subject.


Another word thing came up just this morning.

I have always thought a “maze” and a “labyrinth” were two different forms … that a labyrinth was a single path in the form of a spiral and a maze was a walking puzzle with side paths and dead ends.  But according to www. dictionary.com, and my 1947 5th Edition of Websters, the words are interchangeable.

Learn something new every day …




One dinner last week, we opened the next to last bottle of wine given to us by our brother-in-law Don from his Oak Leaf Winery … some Concord from 1991.

Don died in February of last year, but he is still with us.  I contunie using some dried rosemary he gave me.


Another thing taking up mind time … negative verbs in English.

Is it better “not to do” something or “to not do” something?

But enough with word play already …


Autumn colours continue to please.

wisteria-and-smokethe wisteria and the smoke tree …

crabappleTyler‘s crabapple …

plumthe plum tree …

mapleand, as always, the maple …

I really enjoy this season.


As was said by Emily Bronte …

Every leaf speaks bliss to me

Fluttering from the autumn tree.



So … ’til next week …

5 October …


I am right in the middle of Spinzilla …

Spinzilla started the night after the radio event.  So last week went something like this:

Wednesday … wasted day as reported last week.

Thursday and Friday … chore catch-up and made sure everything was ready for saturday.

Saturday … radio event from 0830 to 1730 (report elsewhere).

Sunday … prepped Matilda for our spinning marathon and made sure easy meals were ready.  Had rain and snow.

Monday … spin.

Tuesday … spin.

Today … post the blog, then back to spinning.


Last friday evening we watched Great Performances (the Vienna Philharmonic Summer Concert) on PBS.  The program was all French music and didn’t last nearly long enough.

One thing which caught my attention, as have other televised European concerts in the past, was the size of the audience. 

Thousands …

In the US those numbers are possible only for rock or other pop concerts, and most of the “sold out” is due to scalpers. 

Oh well  …

My impressionable years were in the 40s when the music available was swing and classics.  How fortunate I was.


The Headwaters event this year was held in hell … after hell had frozen over.  I don’t recall being that cold and shivering for that long, at least not in the last twenty or thirty years.  I had layered, but not enough.  My hands were sooooo cold it was difficult to write the communication notes.  I plan to get some of those warmers you put in your pocket just in case next year gives the same.




And watching the runners in shorts and no sleeves … brrr.


The caterers served lasagna which was very tasty (with forks but no knives … fortunately, George carries a pocket knife), a fresh fresh green mixed salad, and COLD drinks.  It was 34° when we left home and 28° at the event base with a wind coming off the lake.  Next year I take a thermos of HOT something and add my black bear pelt coat to the layers (along with the pocket hand warmers) … unless the thermometer registers degrees vastly warmer. 

As for the communications, all went well.  We had enough operators although one told us at the last minute he had to leave at 1000.  A ham from Quail Valley filled in.

We had a total of 156 runners in 3 venues … 10k, 30k, and the Ultra Marathon of 50k (about 30 miles … a marathon is 26.219 miles) all over dirt trails more fit for goats and deer.  Nary a foot of pavement. 

The only physical disaster was one runner who was wearing brand new shoes.  Her feet looked like raw steak by the time she got back.  Hardy souls …

At the end of the event they were minus one runner, but because of our communication records we could tell the event directors where he was within 2-3 miles.  And we got a call sunday night because the sponsors didn’t have times for another runner.  Radio communication logs showed that runner #102 didn’t show up for the event so there was nothing to report or about which to fret.  Many points (and thanks) to amateur radio records

… my only comment in re our radio commitments is … Well, that’s done for this year.


Overall, weather has been beautiful.crabappleThe cherry tree, the crabapple, the red maple, the catalpa, the birches are all dressed for Autumn.  Eye candy …

seedsThere were soft winds and the evergreens shared seeds in abundance.  New forests to come …

snow-viewThen (as reported earlier) on sunday we had the first snow of the season.


I recently heard a report about rage incidents on airplanes and was reminded of a study done at McGill University back in the 70s.  A “paradise” was provided for four male and four female rats/mice.  They reproduced at rat rate (lots and lots of offspring) and in less than two years the milieu went from paradise to chaos. 

One evaluation comment was “… this behavior is shared by both mice and humans, can we escape [this] fate?”

This seems like an explanation in re increased anxiety, depression, and violence in the world today.  How long before human reproduction overcrowds available space on this planet to the point where it meets the same fate?  I know one woman whose descendants number over 200 in just four generations.

If you’re interested, a synopsis of the study can be found at  


In a similar study the conclusion was ” In humans, overcrowding appears to result in a decline in task performance and deterioration in social behaviour. … Studies of humans have suggested that social behaviour is adversely affected by higher population density. Altruistic behaviour tends to decline as crowding increases. Latane and Darley (1968) carried out a series of studies that demonstrate this. “.

Questions ???


Remember me talking about the Salton Sea and the Gulf of California trying to unite?  Well … 


… and it is still shaking down there.


Observation … when George was in college on the GI bill, we got $75 a month living allowance.  It is now $1,000 a month.


Ahead are three more days spent spinning and a day tabulating the result.  Then Spinzilla will be done for this year.  John will arrive next tuesday.

Onward …

Remember …

coloursThe best things in life are not things.


L’shana Tova … Happy New Year to ALL my friends wishing them a year full of health, light, and love. 


‘Til next week …


29 September …


This is being posted a day late because we left about 0145 wednesday morning to get to the Medford airport in time to put the kids on the plane for home.  I took a less-than-an-hour nap and spent the rest of tuesday-wednesday night visiting with the kids, so when George and I got back to Cold Comfort yesterday morning a bit after 0630 … I fed AC, let the hens and the pullets out, came back to the house and went to sleep.

It was essentially a lost day.

I am no longer able to stay up all night and function anywhere near normal the next day.

Oh well …


Short note in re the debate last monday … it made it a lot easier to decide for whom to vote.


The grandson and his intended t-thad a bit if a problem getting here … but they finally arrived last thursday morning. breakdownThey had been driving … with a stop in Ft Collins, Colorado to visit a friend. 

Just north of Salt Lake City their car gave up the ghost.  I’m not a vehicle expert so I can’t give details, but the upshot was that it needed a completely new engine.  It was not a new car (they’re young and just getting started so most stuff is second hand as it usually is at that age). 

After consulting with his Dad, it was decided that Tyler and Tiffany would pack up as much of the stuff from the car as they could carry and fly the rest of the way.  All the stuff remaining in the car, and the car itself were then donated to a charity.  Tax write-off time.

George and I drove up to Medford to get them and we got an extra couple of days with them, so it wasn’t all bad.

sunset-22-sept-2016There had been a sprinkling of powder snow on the Mountain tuesday. so she was lovely for their first sunset here.

George and I had committed for a radio event on saturday and the kids went with us.airport-station 


My station was much the same as usual … 





and the view of the eastside of the Mountain from George’s station was lovely.



We all did the tourist thing on monday.  Before dinner (at the local excellent Mexican restaurant), we drove up the Mountain to Bunny Flats.  hikersThe kids took a hike while George and I enjoyed the sun and air.

Then, while we were in town, Tyler wanted to show the town (all two blocks of it) to Tiffany.  George and I don’t do the walking thing so much any more.  While they went sightseeing and shopped, we went to the city park, found a place under a big oak, and napped. It was lovely.nap-site

The rest of the time was just being together at Cold Comfort with Tyler showing off the land where he spent summers for so many years.




While they were here, they got engaged. 



Other than that, things were mostly pretty laid back. 


28-sept-2016The maple has really coloured up for the season.  Temperatures are due to get cooler.  Days are shorter.  We were able to see all but one of the family this year.  Life is good.


The High Holy Days begin next sunday.

A person had to deliver a very important message to a man in a synagogue on Rosh Hashana.  The usher wouldn’t let him in because he didn’t have a ticket.  “No ticket, no entrance!”  “Please,” begs the man, “I promise … I won’t pray!”

Time to reflect on the past, correct our mistakes, plan for the future, and pray for a healthy and sweet year.

Blessings …


spinzilla-stash-2016My stash for Spinzilla is ready to start spinning.  I’m concentrating on white this year so I will have yarn to experiment with dyeing.

I’ll do better with blog timing next week.  I gar-on-tee.  

Only scheduled event between now and then is the Headwaters Ultra Marathon next saturday.


So … ’til next week …