Weather is a puzzle. The predicted rain for last friday failed to materialize. And the saturday morning temperature at the Run for the Arts, while a bit on the nippy side, was a whole lot warmer than last year.
The Run went off with a minimum of fuss for us radio folks. However, there were some overall problems. One such was that the planners changed the routes without notifying the communicators, so we were pointing people in the wrong direction. In addition, the coloured arrows marking the routes weren’t synced with the ID numbers the runners were wearing, i.e. those wearing yellow numbers were to follow the white arrows, etc.
There were fewer than 40 participants, only 11 of whom did the half-marathon. The others did the 5K run-walk. Not good. The event had to have lost money. The husband of the lead organizer spent some time talking with me. He was upset about the amount of time his wife had given to the event with so little return.
I’ll update my notes and planning to be ready for next year … but I won’t be surprised if we are back down to only six events next summer.
Oh well …
Anniversary number sixty-two came and went. “Celebration” was calzone and amber bock at the Pizza Factory in Dunsmuir (where they toss ‘em) after the radio event on saturday.
Sunday (the actual anniversary day) we smooched and agreed to do the same next year.
I spent sunday morning in the kitchen … cooking down a broth of chicken bones and giblets plus leftover vegetables for monday’s soup, stewing apples and baking turnovers, making chopped liver for snacks, cleaning the freezer above the fridge, boiling eggs for Sunshine Eggs this morning, and getting a country-fried steak dinner on the table.
It was nice to be greeted with hugs after an absence of several months. I didn’t take Matilda since it had been raining and she doesn’t go out much when it is chilly and/or humid. Instead I took the infinity cowl I’m knitting using the “Totem Spirit” yarn.
One interesting conversation was about the young woman dying with brain cancer who moved to Oregon to take advantage of their Death-with-Dignity law. Since the youngest spinner in the group is in her 40s, the majority agreed with the young woman in the news. One member says she warned her family that moving into Oregon meant shifting only about 50 miles north. Another said that she and three “girl friends” are a group to assure each other their final wishes will be followed. They call themselves POFPDH … pillow over face push down hard.
Even the spinner who identifies as a STRONG Christian was nodding her head.
Garden production is over. There is still work to be done out there, such as shredding the corn stalks, but I turned the lady chickens in to do their bug clean-up thing on saturday. I’ll finish out there when the rain lets up and the ground dries a bit.
In addition, I need to clean out the winter hen house and spread fresh straw so it will be ready to move the ladies back. I’d like a newer, mobile house for them … but we’re too old to take on a new building project. We will just continue to move the ladies back and forth with the seasons.
The maple tree is aglow … it happens every year and is beautiful every year.
As I was coming home yesterday I was enjoying the scenery and thought it was a blessing that the eye-joy continues after all these years. I wonder if you folks out there tire of my pictures of essentially the same view over and over.
Obligations off the farm are slowing down. One more this week. And only one next week.
The winter reading stack has three books in it. That has to be improved. But the new Anne Rice will be on shelves next week. That will add to the stack. And the continuing series about the Mormons in the 19th century will be added.
I’m reading those Mormon “novels” because they were offered to me by one of the “Saint” friends with whom I work at the local Family History Center. The rule in the Center is that politics and religion are not to be discussed there … but when there are no outside searchers (clients?), we occasionally violate the rule and discuss both. Both Laura and Marty seem interested in explaining their beliefs to me (both are converts … one from Methodism and the other from Roman Catholicism), but neither preaches or proselytizes. Makes for some entertaining conversations.
We also talk food and putting-by. They add my putting-by purchase requests to theirs so I get the group prices. There will be salmon sides in the next week or so. Those are for free.
And we trade recipes a lot.
Some days we don’t get a lot of genealogy done.
Speaking about genealogy … a Tyler cousin emailed me last week offering to give me (and another cousin) all of his mother’s “stuff”. Wow … treasure. Now all I need to do is figure out how to get it home. He says it is heavy and would cost a lot to pack and send.
A solution will appear.
And a thought to end this week …
Whenever you feel darkness, develop the habit of repeating, “Let there be light.” Just by repeating these words over and over you will begin to feel the light of the universe penetrating your heart and soul. Even if your personal situation remains as it is, with the light you will have the power to deal with any situation from a position of strength.
So, ’til next week …