More thoughts in the time of COVID-19 …
Three fires in the Weed/Mt Shasta area last week. Two in an area north of Weed, one of which may have been a meth lab explosion and one on the Mountain which was most likely started by intruders into a closed forest area.
Pray for rain.
Dance for rain.
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The wild animals have been moving, whether from weather or just the time of year … I don’t know. What I do know is that they seem to be escaping ending up as roadkill. I’ve been seeing skid marks on the local roads, even the gravel ones, lots of skid marks but no smashed remains. Might be deer or wild turkeys or the bear sow with triplets causing the skids … but, of course, in the case of the sow and cubs it might be the driver who could wind up as roadkill. I’ve learned to keep an eye out for any animals on the road.
I guess the skids are made by folks who don’t know the area and are probably driving too fast.
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All the Canada geese are gone. It seems strange to drive past the reservoir area and not see geese, ducks, herons, or any birds. The sand cranes seem to have gone south as well. It’s been a week since I’ve seen or heard them.
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Remember me telling you the oaks weren’t dropping all their leaves the last two autumns? Well, it’s happening again. The trees look so strange with all the clusters of dried leaves. However, the acorn crop seems to be great.
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Last sunday things went whooee-boy. The weather changed to smoke and chill. A fire academy trainee under Mark came back to visit. Tyler‘s battery seemed to have gone dead so Kamille took off to jump start him. Mark got home with Kendrick (the visitor) and before they could settle in to talk, Mark had to go out to rescue both Tyler and Kamille.
But finally things calmed down and we had a nice dinner together.
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There are some changes happening in living arrangements. Tyler has found a place with a friend in Weed. Two rooms, several closets, a bath, and plenty of room for his animal collection. I will miss seeing him, even occasionally. His aim is to be on his own so I doubt he’ll be around much.
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The annual spinning week began last saturday. So far I am bombing out. Things I had promised to help with required doing NOW, plus early evenings and late mornings are cutting into lighted spin time. Three days and only two bobbins full. Still, at lace weight that could be some good yardage.
And today is a full day. I’ll be on my way in about half and hour and be home who knows when. So the thought for this week ...
A fleeting moment” — funny words for a twelve-year-old to dream.
When I woke up, I felt great, as if the veil of sadness had lifted. A spiritualist would say that I had experienced a visitation. A psychologist would say that my subconscious had manufactured this dream scenario to fulfill an emotional need for closure. In any case, I learned what would turn out to be a valuable lesson: that something terrible can happen to you, and yet, the day after this something terrible, the sun still rises, and life goes on. And therefore, so must you.
… from Martin Short’s autobiography “I Must Say”
‘Til next week …