This is another “early” post. Tomorrow, George and I will spend the day at the annual training session for all those who volunteer to do lookout duty during the summer fire season. It will start at 1000 and last until it’s done following the potluck at noon, probably around 1600. I plan to take beef-rice piroshki this year.
We may be the oldest ones there. Nancy H, who had been a lookout for 50 years, retired last year. She had broken an arm and shoulder and decided the climb every day was too difficult. I don’t remember how old she is.
The CalFire lookouts are no longer manned (or womanned) 24-7. Fiscal concerns. So now CalFire calls when the danger is high and folks stay in the lookouts until the danger is over.
Last year there was a discussion about automating the lookouts. Some folks were of the opinion that machines can’t be relied upon even if their “eyesight” is keener. They don’t know the territory (apologies to Henry Hill) and can’t distinguish between safe smoke and danger. Hence, they’re used most of the time and people fill in when there is real danger.
We still volunteer for Paradise Craggy. It’s been a couple of years since I’ve been up there. We get called only when fire danger is high and, at those times, one of us needs to be at home on watch. And since George’s radio savvy is better than mine, he goes and I stay home.
We’ll see what happens this year. This is probably our last year. We’ve reached the point where I fret about George doing that climb etc. alone. Too bad there’s not an available kid who is interested in either CalFire or USFS I could send with him. Oh well …
Francis has done it again …
“In a biblical reference, the pontiff said the ‘worship of the golden calf’ of old had found a new and heartless image in the current cult of money.”
“People struggle to live … under the dictatorship of an economy which lacks any real human goal.”
” ‘I would like a Church that is poor and is for the poor,’ he said following his election as head of the world’s 1.2 billion Catholics two months ago.”
The Vatican bank will be creating a website where its books will be available for everyone to see. Wonder what would show up if all banks everywhere were to do that?
This Pope rocks. But he is in such contrast with the policies of the previous two, I wonder how much longer than that of John Paul I his papacy will last before someone takes him out.
Had a down day last week following the glorious day of giving away flowers. That had been tuesday. Wednesday (my real birthday anniversary) was a good, normal day. Then thursday the muscle that attaches on my left occiput started acting up and I just didn’t give a ding about anything. I wound up sleeping most of the day.
Dame Edith Sitwell once said something to the effect that every woman should occasionally spend a day in bed for the good of her soul and the instruction of those who depend on her.
Those days don’t happen to me very often and they make me crazy. Being ill is really hard for me. I don’t like being a burden in any form. It’s not a role for which I’m prepared.
Fortunately, I have a mate who nurtures me when I need it. He fed me Ramen, held me when I began to unravel, and let me sleep.
And, whether it was a “bug” or a Sitwell day … I’m much better now.
Sunday we went on a tour of the route planned for the new bike event.
As we got onto the route the clouds cleared. The bike event main route is 95.5 miles and goes through three counties. At one point on the route we could see into all three counties … Trinity (through the notch and to the right), Shasta (to the left), and Siskiyou (where we were).
George was checking radio reception at each of the rest stop sites. All seems to be fine, i.e. acceptable reception and transmission everywhere. At this time I am assigned to ride one of the SAG wagons, but that could change depending on the number of volunteers. One of our regulars was taken out in an accident a few days ago.
When we had nearly finished the first loop of the event (approximately 46 miles), we stopped for dinner/lunch at the local brewery http://www.dunsmuirbreweryworks.com/ Brats and stout. Good meal. And nice people. Two of those working on the bike event plan to be married during a later bike event this coming autumn. No decision on whether the bride will wear a veil while cycling.
The Local event is being sponsored by the Mt Shasta Rotary. For more information, and some pictures, check out http://www.castlecragscentury.com/
The view out the front this morning was just as it is supposed to be.
We are indeed blessed.
This is a difficult time of year for me. The urge to get out in the dirt is strong. However, getting out too early is futile. The ground is not yet welcoming. Plants out too early are doomed. Yet the urge to start is strong.
I started some plants early and set them out early. And lost about half of them. Time to start again.
It’s just that during this time of year, sitting inside doing other things somehow seems wrong. There are things out there worthy of appreciation … lilacs full of aroma,
the first iris blooms, the sound of chicks in the brooder, a salad of green volunteers from last year’s garden, the first potato shoots showing, leftover cosmos and chamomile to transplant to new beds, incipient fruit on plum and apricot and peach,
the crabapple tree blossoms, new buds on the catalpa,
… wonders without end.
The keyboardist for the Doors died yesterday. I recall hearing “Light My Fire” the first time back in the 60s. George came in from work one evening glowing and speechless, directing me toward the local pop-rock music station. Morrison was good, but that keyboard line was magic. And the magic didn’t stop there. I still prefer acoustic instruments … mostly … but Manczarek made miracles. Want to hear some of them? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fbFxzb-YIxE
He saw life as ” … an infinite voyage of joy and adventure and strangeness and darkness and wildness and craziness and softness and beauty.“
Word on Facebook said he will be cremated while “Light My Fire” is played. Way to go …
I forgot to mention the shooting stars are back in the meadow.
And now to the kitchen …
‘Til next week …