Well … as you know by now, the blog didn’t get posted yesterday. I came down with a belly problem monday evening and spent all day tuesday and wednesday mostly on my back. When called upon, George does a more than passable imitation of a nurse.
I still have a few not-so-goods left, but I’m ready to post today, even if it is later than usual.
There was a lunar eclipse monday night. I got up at 2330 in spite of not feeling my best. It was not a Bad Moon Rising, but a Blood Moon high.
When I got outdoors, the Moon was nearly three-quarters dark already. I had my camera and sat down in the car, with the door open, to watch. It was quite a show, although my camera is incapable of catching scenes like that. As the Moon gradually went dark, more and more stars became visible. Even a faint star very near the Moon at 5 o’clock suddenly appeared. And after a bit, I could see the Milky Way. I think the reddish light I was seeing a bit further from the Moon at one o’clock may have been Mars.
I wasn’t able to stay for the entire show. The Moon was still bloody when I came back in to bed. But just before I came, in a meteor flashed across the view with a lingering, glowing trail.
The sky puts on great shows and provides fuel for the imagination.
I have been spending time on the Coit-Hall family connection in Maine at the end of the 18th century. There have been some interesting items, but so far no real breakthrough.
I did receive a copy of a photograph of that quilt I was telling you about last week. Cousin Roberta sent it and this copy is readable. I was surprised to find my father on it. He is bottom center … white embroidery on dark red.
The quilt is dated 1902 and Daddy was born 11 September 1902. So the quilt was “finished” after that.
Guess I won’t need to make a trip south after all.
There was a report on NPR last week about “essential” tremors. It contained a lot of information I already knew, and was a boost in that others are beginning to recognize that those of us with an essential tremor (which I have told you is not at all “essential”) are not faking … or in denial that we have Parkinson’s.
It seems there is no treatment, other than experimental brain stimulation implantation, but someone has finally zeroed in on its implications for the lives of those of us with it. Mine seems to have targeted my hands, particularly my left. I may be facing a time when I can no longer knit. I think I will still be able to spin, so I will turn the knitting over to others.
The report said that alcohol, in small doses, may relieve symptoms for short periods of time. The drawback is that alcohol, like a lot of medications, becomes less effective over time so the amount needed increases. Does that mean those with essential tremors wind up as alcoholics? Interesting …
Arlo Guthrie was in Redding a bit ago. For weeks preceding that appearance, we were listening to advertisements over our local NPR station which featured bits of “Alice’s Restaurant” and “City of New Orleans”. Those bits triggered thoughts from long ago when I thought being a “celebrity” was a goal to be desired.
I still see Arlo as young, dark-haired, bare-chested (except for a tie), wearing a bowler … although he is now a grey-haired grandfather.
Thanks to the ads, I listened to him sing the first bars of those songs over and over and over and … and thought ‘What kind of life is that. Repeating yourself over and over and over and …?’ It must be at the very least boring, and maybe even enough to make you hate the songs you are required to repeat ad infinitum. I wonder what Mr. Guthrie would say were I able to ask him about that.
I no longer envy celebrities.
We made a trip to Yreka last thursday, leaving early in the morning. As we were going north through the Shasta Valley I noticed the rising sun just lightly touching the fields of lava rocks. It outlined the rocks, making them leap out in abstract designs. I can’t really describe the picture. You’d have to see it.
Another eyegrabber was the big whatevers which do the irrigating in the alfalfa fields up there. They look like enormous caterpillars creeping slowly across the fields. And when the water is flowing, there are rainbows everywhere.
Coming south through the valley on the way home, with the Mountain ahead, is a view that once left me with the understanding that if there is a heaven I hope it is like where I live right now.
I noticed a new look to some foodie magazines in the stores last week. There were several with titles like “Start from Scratch” and “Cook Fresh”. It made me think it’s time to go through my recipe collections and if a recipe says “1 can” or “1 package” or “1 box” or anything indicating a pre-prepared ingredient, out it will go since with the advent of GMOs and all kinds of additives, who knows what you might be putting into your meal. No more canned cream soup sauces … seasoned roux instead.
Actually, I’ve been doing this for some time now. I gave up boxed cake mixes, and that was difficult. But the from-scratch cakes have been mostly pretty good.
And using what is locally in season or at hand is rewarding. Makes you feel so very virtuous. I will never be able to do without commercial stuff completely, but maybe things will change as there is more pressure for GOOD food and we will no longer be so worried.
Just do what I can where I am with what I have. Right?
Still thinking about food …
Every time we have to go to Yreka for a blood draw for George (which means no food after midnight), we go to Poor George’s following the draw. It is a very small family restaurant on Oberlin just off South Main in south Yreka. If it seats more than thirty packed, I’d be surprised. It opens at 0830 and closes at 1330. There are no ads on the side of the freeway, or in tourist handouts, so unless you know about it ahead of time you will miss it.
It started as an A&W Root Beer Drive-In many years ago. The looks of the place are being done over, but the food stays the same. Homestyle food cooked fresh.
Last week I had the country-fried steak breakfast.
If you ever drop in, tell Shirley “Hi”.
I decided to read the Tamara Pierce book first. It is called “The Will of the Empress” and is a continuation of a series she did for young readers. I began reading her because I always read books for the grandchildren before I send them.
Pierce’s stories are escapist fantasy with hidden civic and ethical lessons. Good fun. This one contains a glass dragon named Chime which had been created accidentally by a fire mage.
Next up ??? … the first of the Roth books to be followed by “The Red Queen” about Margaret Beaufort and the rise (however temporary) of the Tudors.
The chickens were moved out to the summer digs saturday night. It took them a few hours to get into helping me prep the garden area for planting, but once they got the idea … bugs beware.
The rooster had become rather aggressive with George, requiring George to wear heavy boots when entering the chicken house, but when I went out into the garden he just moved over between me and the hens. He didn’t try to attack me at all. Do roosters know the difference between human males and females?
I’m picking asparagus and rhubarb already. Salads and pie.
Last night was the radio club meeting. I was able to make it to the meeting because George was driving. I didn’t have to exert any effort to be there. I sat at the table and ran the meeting. And George brought me home (and put me to bed) as soon as the meeting ended.
I hadn’t wanted to miss the meeting because I didn’t want them to fall back into “chat” mode.
This meeting shared a lot of information and lasted a mere forty minutes. I received a couple of compliments after the meeting. I guess they aren’t sorry to have a “mother” in charge.
And that’s all for this week …