1 June …
Yesterday was the anniversary of George’s birth. I am grateful for that natal day.
It was brought to my attention last week that the term “SAG wagon” in relationship to the bicycle events for which we do radio communications was not clear.
SAG stands for Service and Gear. The SAG wagons are pick-up trucks or large SUVs, capable of carrying people and bicycles, which follow riders along the courses in order to be available in case of any need or emergency. The radio folks are there to keep the center of operations aware of what is going on with the riders and if there is an emergency, or just a rider unable to finish the course, the location of the need is known. Because amateur radio is heard by all hams, everyone knows what is happening as opposed to the use of a cell phone where only two people know. Our events cover mountainous areas where there is little or no cell phone signal anyhow, so hams are valuable.
In addition, SAG wagons do what is called a “sweep”. They go over the course one last time after all participants are supposedly back at the start-finish area making sure all riders are safe. One year I followed a mother, on a bicycle with a child in a carrier behind, for the last several miles of the course to make sure both of them were safe.
And last year we lost track of two riders behind the Crags (a particularly difficult area). It took two sweeps of the course to discover they had gone off course to skinny-dip in the river. Worth a laugh, but it could have been serious.
For those of you who consider participating in such an event, make sure the planners provide stocked rest stops (and water stations) and SAG wagon coverage.
One evening last week, on the national news, it was reported the town of Bristow in Oklahoma was hit by a tornado.
That’s the town where, more than sixty years ago, George and I spent a night in a small, funky motel where a very pregnant cat slept under our bed.
At that time, Bristow was quite old west. The steak at the local bistro covered a plate the size of a serving platter and came with whole, HOT chilis on the side.
As an aside, we are as sure as we can be that is the place our oldest son was conceived. Must have been the cat.
I’ve been watching the PBS shows featuring Steven Hawking. What a trip.
I understand some of the principles (laws, theories, etc.) in spite of having failed every Physics class I tried. But, so far, the shows have left me with more questions than I have received answers.
I do not completely understand the multiple universes idea, but it does make sense to me, as does the idea that my brain has decided before I make a conscious decision.
I do understand the Venturi and Doppler effects and wave theory.
However, I may never understand the thinking behind the Big Bang theory. How can the universe have started from nothing? Isn’t it a law that matter can neither be created nor destroyed? And the question about where was the starting point … mind-boggling. According to Hawking it was at the end of my nose. Figure that one … I am the center of my universe! And you are the center of yours. So there are infinite universes. Questions ???
I’m not sure my non-Physics mind can cope.
In addition, I get uncomfortable watching Hawking so much. How about visuals to help me understand instead of so many pictures of him?
Thursday at the Family History Center was interesting. I was working with a Sister who is all business. Some of the others like to chat and discuss family and food. But not Sal. With her it is “Hi. Are you well?” and then down to work. And that is fine. When I work with her I get more genealogy done.
We had only one client, but he was a challenge. He was an elderly Italian gentleman who had read about a WW II Italian with a similar last name and with a fantastic war story about being a prisoner and escaping by sea (by swimming), re-capture (I think) and then it gets a little convoluted.
Our client was IMPRESSED by the story and wanted to know if he is related to that hero.
Sal and I both worked on it for nearly two hours. We did make headway, but that question is going to need a lot more time.
It is interesting how many folks want to learn about ancestors because they want connections with royalty or heroes or celebrities rather than just to know more about family.
A bit ago, son John gave me a thumb drive to carry on my key ring with the idea of putting George’s and my health records on it so they would be available in case of an emergency. Sounded like a good idea.
So when we were at the retinologist’s last week, I took it along and asked that they copy George’s records onto it. I planned to do the same each time we see a care provider.
The folks in the retinologist’s records office were more than willing to give me a copy his records … just not on my thumb drive. They gave me an entirely new drive. The reason was that they fear downloading a virus or whatever from someone else’s drive. I brought theirs home, copied it onto my computer and then onto the drive on my key ring (their drive was physically larger than the one on my ring). I now have a new drive to use for something else.
BUT … that led to some interesting thoughts. If medical offices (and Emergency Departments?) are afraid to plug my thumb drive into their system, for fear of infection, in order to retrieve information … what is the use of carrying it?
I can understand the concern, but wonder what I can do about making sure our information is available if needed.
With the proliferation of those determined to subvert technology for their own purpose or purposes generating a need for wariness and protection, of what use is the technology?
The laying hens are settled into their summer digs. They move between houses without problems since we talk with them a lot and they are used to being handled.
So are the chicks … and they are getting big. Out to the brooder house they go as soon as smaller holed wire gets in place.
The local animal population is getting more visible.
The doe is back …
As I was on my way out to the ladies’ summer digs a bit after 0600 the other morning I thought about dawns six months from now. As I went down the path I noticed the meadow was in full sun, the breeze felt and smelled great, the yarrow is coming into bloom, the iris are amazing,
the new growth on the pines is shining in the morning sun, there was bird song in the meadow and trees and a rather loud woodpecker off to the west.
Six months from now it will still be very dark and cold this time of the morning. Oh well …
With the change in daylight, my morning schedule is undergoing a revision. When mornings are dark, I stay indoors and do indoor house stuff or write or read or surf the net until it gets light and warmer. But now that it is light by the time breakfast is done, I will be going out early and doing the indoor stuff after 1000 or so when it warms up outdoors. Takes a bit of time to get used to the new routine. But the catalpa has begun to leaf out so the time for mornings outdoors is here.
To end the week …
Feel genuine gratitude for all that’s good. That’s really all you need.
So … ’til next week …