tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62648561585319342872024-03-15T18:09:52.280-07:00Simple Living and Simple TravelZen and the Art of Hardwall Campingsimplelivingandsimpletravel.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08970849434918305009noreply@blogger.comBlogger236125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264856158531934287.post-43245604817756424352024-02-08T09:58:00.000-08:002024-02-11T11:48:00.736-08:00mouse and gifts<br>
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From back in the life.<br><br>
Well, the mouse had to go. Most of my staples are in glass jars but some are in sealed, thick plastic bags. Two were in the oven (which I use for storage). No holes in the bag of, Snyder’s pretzel pieces jalapeño (tasty). But there was getting to be way too many droppings. Not healthy. I’m hoping there was just the one.<br><br>
There was a line from the main character, Lieutenant Eve Dallas, in a J.D. Robb novel.<br>
“People are a hazard to the damn human race.”<br>
One can chuckle at this. One could also think, Sounds about right.<br>
Our species has come a long way over thousands of years. But in some ‘secondary’ areas, it seems we have leaned squat.<br><br>
When given a gift, some respond with ‘Oh, you didn’t have to do that.’ What? I would think an acknowledgment of appreciation was more warranted. Maybe, That was kind of you. And generous. Thank you. When one responds to a gift in such a manner, it shows that one is thankful. And is also a gift back to the giver. Just seems the thing to do.<br><br>
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From a friend.<br><br>
I came across these lines in a book, “A dictator sees the truth as a matter of will. Anything he says or dreams is the absolute truth and soon the people are forced to go along with him. For the so-called democrat, the truth is the will of the people. Whatever the majority says is the law and that law becomes truth for the people.” Made me think of the coming November election.<br><br>
This winter is flying. I’ll be up in Timberon next month, unless I go somewhere else.<br><br>
The ball is in your court. Pick it up and go.<br><br>
<center> Love your body. Be kind to it, nourish it, tender it.<br>It is the pure instrument of expression that allows you to experience life<br>on this plane. Ramtha</center><br><br>
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This is an unused photo from my eight years of off grid hard-wall camping. Sure had quite a few wonderful experiences from those years. I think M&M and I were camped an hour or so east of Silver City, NM, for this photo.<br><br>
Well, I downloaded the next book in the L. Ron Hubbard’s Earth series, ‘Black Genises. $7 for the ebook. Got home and went to open it. The ebook is locked by DRM. Guano. My converter program could not format it into a readable format. Again, guano. It would be nice to inform a buyer before hand if it is locked by DRM. Not the first time this has happened.<br>
Looks like I’ll have to get the paperback, $29. For a 30 year old sci-fi novel?! Eight more to go. I’ll order the book when I get back to Timberon, so I have a place to receive packages.<br><br>
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Remember these books from Stieg Larsson? I checked out, The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo, when my library in SLC acquired some. I was in Lisbeth Salander’s corner pretty much from the start. Read the second book, but never read the third one. Kind of surprising since the end of the second book certainly ended with a hook.<br><br>
Last year I saw all three books at either a book exchange or thrift ship. Other than the hook, I did not remember anything, so I got to read the story again. And I got to read the third book too. Simple pleasures.<br><br>
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This is the view out the back window at one the state parks I’ve been staying in.<br><br>
This park has always had a problem with raccoons. They used to have a scattering of four steel trash bins with lids(!) grouped together in small picked fence areas. You probably guessed that lids were taken off during the night.<br> One time I was packing up to leave, and found a raccoon in the bed of the pickup. I saw how it got up there by the scratches it left.<br><br>
In the past three or four years when I did not do the parks, they installed those bear proof trash receptacles that are in National Forest campgrounds.<br>
Reminded me of a short story I uploaded a few years ago.<br><br>
Two campers were staying in a National Park. While talking with the ranger who was in charge of maintaining order in the campsites, he showed them how to operate the new garbage cans. The complex models had a rotating upper section and a special door designed to keep out hungry bears. One of the ladies asked the ranger whether the fortified cans were working as intended. Not really; we’re finding considerable overlap in the intelligence of the smartest bears and the dumbest campers.<br><br>
Some of the coldest night temps this winter, since I’ve been wintering in the parks. Timberon is nearly 7,000’ and the parks are around 3,500’. This is low enough since I hook up to power.<br><br>
The ball is in your court. Pick it up and go.<br><br>
<center>Just take the next step.</center><br><br>
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Hope you had a Stellar Solstice, the Earth’s New Year.<br><br>
“Cultures around the world have long held feasts and celebrated holidays around the winter solstice. Fire and light are traditional symbols of celebrations held on the darkest day of the year.<br>
Humans may have observed the winter solstice as early as Neolithic period—the last part of the Stone Age, beginning about 10,200 B.C.<br>
Neolithic monuments, such as Newgrange in Ireland and Maeshowe in Scotland, are aligned with sunrise on the winter solstice. Some archaeologists have theorized that these tomb-like structures served a religious purpose in which Stone Age people held rituals to capture the sun on the year’s shortest day.<br>
Stonehenge, which is oriented toward the winter solstice sunset, may also have been a place of December rituals for Stone Age people.”<br><br>
We picked up an addition to our household in the last two or three weeks. A mouse. I first became aware of it when I noticed Mesa on-point facing the bottom of a wall. Don’t know where the nest is but I know where it got some material for it. One evening when both M&M were out, I heard a noise. I took the earbuds out and was surprised at how much noise the mouse was making. I mean, aren’t they suppose to be in stealth mode?<br><br>
I recently read “The Invader’s Plan" by L. Ron Hubbard.<br>
Two pages in front listed some international acclaims, one of which was,<br>
“Ironic, exciting, romantic and hilarious.” Orson Scott Card.<br><br>
If I enjoy the second book, Black Genesis, as much, I might continue through the whole Mission Earth series. It’s a demagogy, a group of ten volumes. 1.2 million words, thick books. Probably be dead before finishing the series. Yep, sci-fi is one of the genre I enjoy.<br><br>
I am not into christmas, let alone christmas music but I heard Cher on NPR talking about her ‘Christmas’ album. Not the standard songs. It’s dance music, movin’ music, it’s Cher. I’m likin’ it. But No One should sing ‘Santa Baby’, other than Mae West—it's hers.<br>
I can picture neighborhood carolers, walking along singing songs from this album. Sure would draw attention. ‘Run Rudolph Run’ has me laughing and moving.<br><br>
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I have a note taped next to the door, so whenever I step outside, I remember to take a deep breath - hold it - and slowly let it out, ten times. Feels like a mini recharge.<br><br>
The ball is in your court. Pick it up and go.<br><br>
November sixty minutes sixty years—1840 minutes<br>
November Triple 18—upper: 1800; core: 1800; legs (reps w/some steps): 1800<br><br>
<center>Allow yourself to be awed by life.</center><br><br>
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I had a really nice conversation with a Swiss couple that I met in one of the parks. They have a one year travel pass for Canada, ‘United’ States and Mexico. They had their VW camper van shipped to Canada, where they started. The couple also brought their large dog with them. I asked what they thought of living in Zurich. The response was something like, better than here. They are enjoying the wide open spaces in their traveling. Quite a bit different from the compacted spaces in Europe. I wish I had more time with this couple but they were moving on the next morning.<br><br>
One day when taking a walk through a park, I stopped to talk with an RVer. After a while, he switch from having a conversation to merely talking at me. Thought I was going to have a birthday before I managed to walk away. Generally I am more abrupt when dealing with such people. But the guy lives alone and came across as being lonely so I stood there. My mindset was that I was giving him a gift by listening.<br><br>
You been following the havoc the maga hardline Republicans are causing in Congress? They can not even work with the other Republican members in Congress. And many think that our democracy is not breaking down. Makes me think of an ostrich (but then again, they don’t really bury their head).<br>
Also makes me think of Dana Milbank’s book, ‘The Destructionists: The Twenty-five Year Crack-up of the Republican Party’. Maybe he’ll write a sequel.<br><br>
Can we really still refer to our country as the ‘United’ States? Wouldn’t fractured, polarized, or broken be more accurate? The Broken States of America. Oh wait, that would then be, The BS of A. BS—isn’t that what we have goin’ on in Congress? But maybe the proper term is dysfunctional.<br>
I need a walk.<br><br>
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The ball is in your court. Pick it up and go.<br><br>
October sixty minutes sixty years—1800 minutes<br>
October Triple 18—upper: 1800; core: 1800; legs (reps w/some steps): 1920<br><br>
<center>"When we strive to become better, everything around us becomes better too”<br>Paulo Coehlo (a favorite author of my oldest friend)</center><br><br>
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Okay, this is the last turkey page. I wanted you to be able to follow along with me as the chicks grew. It looks like July was the month I first uploaded chick photos. But in that photo, I’m guessing they were 2-3 weeks old.<br><br>
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If you can not see the young deer on the left, click on the photo.<br><br>
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This year has not been one of my best. My digging projects took way longer than other years and I couldn’t swing the pick for as long before needing to take short brake, bummer. I hate hearing the cliche, It’s part of growing old. As you’ve heard me say quite a few times in this blog, age is not the key factor. This winter and next year, I’ll be working towards gaining back what I lost these last two years. Know what the problem was/is, not dealing with the key factor. Been here, done this, always got it back. Hoo-ah. The ball is in my court—and I picked it up.<br><br>
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‘Rabbit ears’ ring a bell?<br><br>
Three turkeys were hunched together at a library table, reading a book on turkey anatomy. The glances began shortly after they learned that inside each of their friends, was a magic bone that could grant them their greatest wish.<br><br>
The ball is in your court. Pick it up and go.<br><br>
September sixty minutes sixty years—1800 minutes<br>
September Triple 18—upper: 1800; core: 1820; legs: 1810<br><br>
<center>Whatever I can do myself, I do.</center><br><br>
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I wonder how young ones cope with their first winter.<br><br>
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This might be the fifth or sixth time this has happened. I would think the little ones see me taking a photo, and not do a flyby in front of the lens. Hmm.<br><br>
Remember having a meal in a diner, back in the 60s (or 50s-early 70s)? What was at the end of the booth? I’m not talking about the condiment carrier? And what could be hanging on the walls?<br><br>
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It’s been colder most mornings, down in upper 40s and lower 50s. If it is overcast and maybe raining, the turkeys seem to sleep in and don’t come around until nine. As Benjamin Franklin believed, smart birds.<br><br>
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This javelina (peccary) came walking across the back yard one day. I’ve always seen them at lower elevations.<br>
“javelina (early 19th century: from Spanish jabalina, from the feminine form of jabalí ‘wild boar’, from Arabic jabali ‘mountaineer’.”<br><br>
A mini jukebox and large car prints.<br><br>
Only a few hummingbirds around, most have headed south. Don’t know if the few I see are locals or transients.<br><br>
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This old farmer was walking out to one of his fields, contemplating why someone would bring a needle to a haystack.<br><br>
Will have October page up in a week or two.<br><br>
The ball is in your court. Pick it up and go.<br><br>
August sixty minutes sixty years—1820 minutes<br>
August Triple 18—upper: 1820; core: 1820; legs: 1810<br><br>
<center>I know the meteorological explanations.<br>But it is hard not to think of the gods during a dark, summer thunderstorm.</center><br><br>
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I watched a family of turkeys chicks grow this summer. The young chicks are so vulnerable, not alert, slow, can’t fly and no means of defense. The hen softly clucks when the family is moving through the woods and meadows so the chicks can keep track of her. But the soft clucks are also signals to predators for meals-on-wheels. This year’s family started with eight chicks, but lost three early on. The remaining five are doing fine.<br><br>
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I read a lot of fiction in many genres. I enjoy books with strong women lead characters, so occasionally I’ll read books such as Patricia Cornwell’s Dr. Kay Scarpetta series. I just finished, Unnatural Exposure. Then there’s Elizebeth Peter’s Amelia Peabody archeology series set in Egypt in the early 1900s. What a strong, feisty character. It is best to work through the series from the first book, rather than read them randomly.<br>
JD Robb’s Lieutenant Eve Dallas series. Must start with the first book. Dallas and Rourke butting heads. And how Peabody (yes, another one) developed into her own.<br><br>
Early one morning, just light enough to see where I was stepping, I walked into the back yard to distribute cracked corn and scratch grain for those who stop by for breakfast. There was a young doe out there, only a few months old. She
came within 4’ of me. If I held out the bowls a couple feet, I would not have been surprised if she nudged them. I wasn’t trying to get close to her, I was just walking along and she came to me from the side. First chuckle of the day.<br><br>
I came across the idea of planting a tree with ashes from an urn. There are also biodegradable urns. Kind of a way to come back to life. Nice idea.<br><br>
One morning a small, puffy hummingbird flew up to the feeder. Normal. But the bird did not know how to access the sugar water. Not normal. It tried sipping rain water on top. Hovered underneath sipping leakage drops. Flew along the seam between the two bottom halves. No success. The bird came back a short time later to try again. As luck would have it, anther hummingbird flew close and hovered. Ah, here we go. Not so. The first bird chased the second bird away. It’s not as if he was guarding his sugar water. A month later, I thought I recognized the body of a particular bird. It was sippin’ through the slots. Then backed off and hovered under the feeder to sip leakage drops and along the seam for an inch or so. Glad he figured it out.<br><br>
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As you all know, if something startles mourning and white doves, they take to the air, in mass. Not so with Montezuma quail. They run away, instead of fly off. I have yet to see one fly. Cute.<br><br>
Completed the sixth Nikoli sudoku book, Genius Level. I solved every puzzle, so it can not truly be genius level puzzles, but many of the over 300 were tough. Nikoli has not yet come out with another level above this, so I purchased another Genius. It’s not as if I’m going to remember any. I certainly enjoy sitting down with a puzzle most days. Gives me a break. My mind can not focus on anything else while engrossed with solving a puzzle.<br><br>
Knock, knock.<br>
Who’s there?<br>
GRANDMA!<br>
Wait! Wait!<br>
STOP the funeral!<br><br>
The ball is in your court. Pick it up and go.<br><br>
These are in your Pre-Urn days—make the most of them.<br><br>
July sixty minutes sixty years—3200 minutes<br>
July Triple 18—upper: 3000; core: 2850; legs: 2925<br><br>
<center>Whatever I can do myself, I do.</center><br><br>
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When I go outside around 5:30, the thermometer reads in the upper 50s. Some mornings in the low 50s. If there was cloud cover during the night, morning temps are mid 60s. Daytime temps range from the upper 80s to mid 90s. Not bad. Not much rain this year. Only one short hail storm so far. Loud, like the problem one. Kept checking on the roof vent covers.<br><br>
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Have not seen as many wild turkeys this year. One gabbler, one hen, not together, and a few weeks later, a hen with 8 little ones.<br>
Not that I always see wildlife that passes through. I could be off walking, working on another piece of the acre, focusing on a task, and whatnot. And I know deer occasionally come through in the dark.<br><br>
I spread scratch grain over appox. 100 sq. feet, twice a day, just before the little family comes through (before 7:00 and around 4:00). When my wild turkeys pass through the backyard, they checkout the various spots and peck. Staying maybe 20 minutes.<br>
The other day, late afternoon, the flock got to one spot and stayed for nearly an hour and a half. A first, by far. After an hour or so, the mum started walking away, with two chicks following. The two little ones noticed that their siblings were still feeding, and ran back. Had me smiling and chucking. Simple pleasures. The mum followed them back.<br><br>
While feeding, every 2 to 6 seconds or so, the mum quickly picks her head up and scans for potential danger. Definitely on guard. The little ones have not yet learned this survival skill. Heads continually stay down scoping for the next seed.<br><br>
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One day mum flew up 3’ of so and flew over her little ones to get to more grain. After a couple seconds, one little one flew straight up a couple feet and dropped down. Then another one did it. First time I saw them using their wings. The following week I noticed three little ones fly onto branches. Not so little anymore. Young turkeys are referred to as jennies and jakes.<br><br>
Deb. If a tree falls in the forest and no one’s there to see it, a chihuahua 500 miles away will bark at it.<br><br>
From John Banville, novelist, in the New York Times Book Review. “The act of reading is extraordinary—whole worlds created out of black squiggles on a white background.”<br><br>
These two old farmers were sitting outside a coffee house, having a great conversation, going on two hours. One of the subjects that came up was inbreeding. After ten minutes or so, one farmer said, ‘Yep, don’t exactly rotate their crops.’<br><br>
The ball is in your court. Pick it up and go.<br><br>
June sixty minutes sixty years—2000 minutes<br>
June Triple 18—upper: 1950; core: 1990; legs: 2100<br><br>
<center>Judge a man by his questions rather than his answers.<br>
Voltaire</center><br><br>
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First new one. One morning I was putting scratch grain out and eight deer were walking towards me. Not sure if I’ve seen eight at once. Pretty cool. Not back to carrying a camera in my pocket. I wonder if some of these deer are some of mine from last year.<br><br>
When I got up the first morning, it was 60º in the Nash. For the next two weeks, the early inside temps ranged from 56-63º. Nice change from the valley. Even lit the Wave 6 a couple mornings for a bit.<br><br>
The first thing I did when I towed the Nash up onto my property, I let M&M out. Yep, they literally flew out the door, ending 7 months of being indoors. They checked out their home turf, and rolled in the dirt, as I jockeyed the Nash around for summer exposure.<br><br>
Put the bird feeder up. Nuthatch were the first birds. Hummingbirds found their feeder sooner. One time there were three hummingbirds on the ring, sipping. They were shoulder to shoulder, using 3 adjacent slots. Don’t think I’ve seen the before, either.<br><br>
One day I brushed Meadow’s hair backwards. She loved it. Same with Mesa. If I remember, I’ll look it up to see if there are any cons to doing it.<br><br>
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Young buck.<br><br>
After a couple PT sessions on my right toes and ankle, the therapist started to also work on my balance.<br><br>
I stood on each leg to get an average time for a baseline (I always make note of a bench mark for all my exercises and cardio, priceless). Then I started on exercises to improve my balance. This was so cool (and humbling). I do my three favorites most days. With others thrown in for variety.<br><br>
The trainer set up a soccer cone in front of me. I had to lift one foot and lightly tap the top of the cone and pause. Repeat with other foot, and alternate back and forth for two minutes. I commented that the cone looked kinda crushed.<br>
I found this one beneficial so I saved my next V8 bottle, cleaned it, and have a soccer cone.<br><br>
Another was alternating high steps, as high as I could get my knee, pause and hold. Two minutes. Probably my favorite.<br><br>
The standard heel to toe. Walking in a straight line, posture erect, eyes up, place a heel in front of a toe, and move forward. After a while, walk backwards.<br><br>
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During the second week, a balance board was brought out. Two minutes balancing side to side, then two minutes balancing front to back. Hadn’t been on one of these. Purchased one. To make it more difficult, progress over time to, slowly turning head from side to side; then with arm sweeps; twisting at waist to back quarters; and then with eyes closed. Also partial squats.<br><br>
During the next round with my left foot, I notice another client working on a wobble board and asked my therapist if I could try one. Oh boy, back to square one. Tough. Purchased one to see if I can make any progress. Don’t see a roller board in my future, That would probably lead to more casts.<br><br>
The ball is in your court. Pick it up.<br><br>
May sixty minutes sixty years—2200 minutes<br>
May Triple 18—upper: 2000; core: 2600; legs: 2400<br><br>
<center>‘If you don’t find your center, you end up sorta drifting through life sideways.’<br>Jimmy Buffett</center><br><br>
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This is how I got to the laundromat when in casts. Laundry in backpack, pack on back, knee on scooter—and I was off.<br>
Brent, yep, same pack.<br><br>
While in Albertsons, I came across one of my favorite acquaintances from Timberon. What a treat. She owns the propane business. Being up in years, the business was getting a bit much for her. This is one feisty lady, not one to sit in the office. I would see her driving the propane truck, filling bottles in front of the shop, driving around checking meters, and whatnot. When filling house tanks and checking meters, high snake boots were always on her feet. The lady has come across a lot of rattlers. Always a pleasure to talk with her. One of the two ladies I learned so much from when I first moved to Timberon for the summers.<br>
This awesome lady came down with cancer a while back. Friends went out along the scenic byway towards Cloudcroft with sidewalk chalk. In two spots, writing out her name and encouraging words. I knew it, but something like this confirms how popular the lady is. She recovered and is going strong.<br><br>
She told me that the business is closed; couldn’t find a buyer. And to be sure my bottles were filled before coming up from the valley. Guess I’ll be taking a tank down whenever I make a town run. Not looking forward to that.<br><br>
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These are the pins that were pushed down into my left toes. Right toes were similar.<br><br>
Back to walking—in a walking boot. Final step before getting back to wearing a pair of shoes. I see light.<br><br>
Only had time for three PT sessions before leaving the valley, but I sure know what to do. Been here, done this, dealt with it and am gettin’ better.<br><br>
I have seen Carmina Burana at least twice, and I think three times. Each performance was quite different. Absolutely stellar.<br>
While having access, I again went to youtube and came across,<br>
Carmina Burana ~ O Fortuna | Carl Orff ~ André Rieu<br>
Wow. It was the best of the three I watched.<br><br>
I stopped by the Good Samaritan Society, an old folks home, and asked if they could find a use for my Knee Rover (16 weeks) and crutches (20-25 minutes). They did. Made my day.<br><br>
I was talking with a good acquaintance last week. She pointed out something to me that made think, question and assess. I realized something that I needed to change. Always a good thing if one is working on becoming a better person (sure do slip from time to time). Now I just have to think of it during my conversations so it becomes a habit.<br><br>
The ball is in your court. Pick it up.<br><br>
April sixty minutes sixty years—2000 minutes<br>
April Triple 18—upper: 1800; core: 2600; legs: 2400<br><br>
<center>“You have to create the quiet to be able to listen<br>to the very faint voice of your intuition.”<br>Jon Favreau</center><br><br>
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Still using unused photos from last year. Looking forward to new ones. Hope to get the opportunity in June. I so need to get out of this valley.<br><br>
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This is a shot of the Sacramento Mountains, to the east, taken from where I’m staying this winter. One takes rt.82 up to Cloudcroft, elevation 8,676’, then south on 6563 (scenic byway through the Lincoln National Forest) for 34 miles, which takes 45-55 minutes. Elevation drops to 7,100’ at Timberon.<br><br>
Outside of Wells Fargo one day, a young lady came over to my truck as I was lifting the Knee Rover into the bed. Asking if I needed a walking boot for my left foot. I recognized her from the waiting room at NM Bone & Joint. She looked like she went through a lot more than me. She did. On a knee scooter with both lower legs in casts and her left hand looked a bit off. Her ex-boyfriend intentionally drove over her lower legs and left hand with both tires. She had to crawl to her phone to call 911. Filled out a report, but the police did not arrest the creep. They said the jail was full. I’m not surprised, I hear sirens everyday at various times day and night. Some must be police driving to a potential crime scene. The ex’s statement was that she threw herself under his car. Might be months before a court date. She lives by herself with this psycho on the loose. The lady came across as a good person. Hope she manages to stay safe and not bothered.<br><br>
I enjoy hot sauce. Used Huy Fong Chili Garlic Sauce for years, but over time, it got old. I switched to Badia Sauce Chili Sriracha. To me, a fuller taste. Then…<br><br>
I came across harissa in a novel. It’s a spicy Moroccan red pepper sauce. The paste or sauce brings another dimension to the average hot sauce.<br>
“Harissa combines chiles with spices like cumin, caraway seeds, coriander, and even mint. The additions vary from place to place, but these spices create a duskier, bolder pepper condiment in any true harissa.”<br>
Had to order it online. So this is where I presently am with hot sauce. I’m sure you care.<br><br>
I go for a daily scoot on the Knee Rover. Gets me outside, provides sunshine, gives me opportunities to talk with people—but not much exercise.<br><br>
50 minutes each morning, I give thanks for the body I was provided with. As I’ve said before, one’s actions need to jive with one’s words—or their words mean…<br><br>
These sessions are a mix of exercises, stretches and exercises to improve balance, with daily variations. These sessions and brisk walks are two of my coping strategies. Walks are currently on the back burner.<br><br>
I always enjoy listening to Beethoven’s Ode to Joy. The piece puts a grin on my face.<br>
I looked on youtube for a video of the performance and came across Ode to Joy with André Rieu as conductor (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jg3sEE18WsE).<br><br>
Best I’ve seen so far. The shots focusing on the audience showed how much they were enjoying the performance. Did have some extra moisture on my eyes.<br>
Then I watched, André Rieu - Tales from the Vienna Woods. First classical performance I’ve seen with humor throughout the piece. A lot of smiles and chuckles. Simple pleasures.<br><br>
Then there’s, André Rieu & 3 year old Akim Camara.<br>
Reminded me of NPR’s, From the Top. A weekly show for young classical musicians.<br><br>
Any suggestions for other performances on youtube? I have one more month of access before going back off-grid.<br><br>
I am SO past ready to get out of casts and begin walking again. Not getting my social fix this winter either. Oh well.<br><br>
What I’ve been dealing with is a cakewalk compared with what two friends are presently dealing with. Quite different situations with two strong women—facing and coping. Each of these ladies is an inspiration to me.<br>
Energy and thoughts, from me to you, ladies.<br><br>
The ball is in your court. Pick it up.<br><br>
March sixty minutes sixty years—1800 minutes<br>
March Triple 18—upper: 1800; core: 1800; legs: 1800<br><br>
Hopefully, my last month of getting the minutes and reps done, by the skin of my teeth. Who came up with this term? Did the guy not brush his teeth? And thought when running his tongue over his teeth—he was feeling skin?<br>
Yes, yes, I do know what it means.<br><br>
<center>“You cannot truly listen to anyone and do anything else at the same time.”<br>
M. Scott Peck, author of The Road Less Traveled</center><br>
So true.<br><br>
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Drove up to Timberon one day to collect my mail (since Nov. 1st) and visit with my favorite acquaintances. Plenty of snow in Cloudcroft but as the elevation dropped toward my unincorporated community, the snow disappeared. I generally get back to Timberon with the Nash in early March, but there was no way I could have done that this year. The roads were way too muddy, clay slick. Couldn’t have gotten the Nash within a third of a mile from #3. Good thing I am having surgery down in the valley.<br><br>
Maybe it was just getting back to the mountains or it being so quiet with no-one around (my area has few homes). Not even the birds were back. But while walking around my lot, it felt really good to be there. Will see how it feels when I arrive back with the Nash on June 1.<br><br>
Had the left foot done last week. Same procedures: Hallux valgus correction, pan metatarsal head resection, and hammer toe correction. Same old, same old. Been here, done this, dealt with it, know what to expect.<br><br>
I would venture to guess many would consider surgeries like this, the subsequent sixteen weeks in casts, 3-4 weeks in walking boots, and three weeks of physical therapy, or similar situations, to be an ordeal and maybe have trouble coping. Maybe even asking, Why me? I can not relate to this. It’s life! Mostly it is good, other times, maybe not so much. I enjoy the day to day challenges, mostly. And I’m looking forward to what this year might bring. See what the feet can do in a few months.<br><br>
I’m only 73, so age is not the key factor. Most often, when I say something like this to someone, they respond with, “It’s one of the factors.” I’m sure they don’t even feel the breeze of the point going over their head. I thank the Universe that I have the mindset that I have.<br><br>
A group of flamingos is called a flamboyance.<br><br>
The ball is in your court. Pick it up.<br><br>
February sixty minutes sixty years—1800 minutes<br>
February Triple 18—upper: 1800; core: 1800; legs: 1800<br><br>
Yes, yes, I know, barely making the reps—but I’m making them.<br><br>
From my oldest friend, a thought from the Dalai Lama.<br><br>
<center> "Among all the factors that sustain wholesome thought from degeneration,<br>the practice of patience is the most effective.”</center><br><br>
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I ordered a pack of Swiss Safe Emergency Mylar Thermal Blankets & Bonus Gold Foil Space Blanket. Designed for NASA. One for my daypack and one in my pickup (the old boy scout thing). On short hikes, I frequently just take a good size hip pack, one in there.<br><br>
Anyway, one of the 4-star reviews caught my eye. The person wrote there are quite a few homeless people in his area, with temps near freezing with heavy rain in the winter. “It's not unusual to see someone sleeping on a bench, the ground, under some bushes, etc...There is one woman who sleeps on the same bench pretty much every night wrapped in blankets. She's out there in the open, every day, even in the rain. I drove by her one day on my way to work and she literally had frost on her blanket. Frost, on a human being.<br>
“These blankets are cheap enough that I buy them to hand out to houseless people who look like they need to keep warm/dry. They are small enough to be carried in a pocket, have many different uses, and I buy the camouflage ones so they can be used somewhat discretely-I hope that someone can get a better nights sleep because of them.”<br><br>
I am so thankful there are people like this. Guess I’ll be purchasing another couple of packages for the glovebox.<br>
Or maybe the ‘Prepared Emergency Blanket & Rain Poncho Hybrid’ 4 Pack $20.<br><br>
Looks as if I’ll be back on the Knee Rover next month, for the second half, Whoopee.<br><br>
I so, enjoy, caramels.<br><br>
The ball is in your court. Pick it up.<br><br>
January sixty minutes sixty years—1800 minutes<br>
January Triple 18—upper: 1800; core: 1800; legs: 1800<br><br>
<center>“If you don’t feel it, you’ll never get it.”<br>
from ‘Faust’ by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (I think)</center>
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I recently read somewhere that Sherlock Holmes never said, Elementary, my dear Watson. What?! I’ve listened to quite a few Basil Rathbone and Nigel Bruce (my favorite duo, well maybe not Nigel Bruce) episodes on the SiriusXM Classic Radio channel and watched them on youtube. I could have sworn I heard that. So I looked into it. Apparently, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle never wrote those exact words for his detective. But Doyle’s character did say ‘elementary’ and ‘my dear Watson’ quite often. It seems the whole phrase started with other authors. Could be wrong.<br><br>
I never had a Taser and can’t see me ever purchasing one. But recently, I came across the story behind the idea. It brought to mind some books I read as a kid.<br>
It’s actually a loose acronym of the book, Tom Swift and His Electric Rifle. Jack Cover, the inventor of the modern ECD, named his prototype after the YA sci-fi novel he loved, and the very idea for a less-lethal electric gun was largely inspired by the fictional one described in the book. Trivia pursuit?<br><br>
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January is the month to replace one’s pillow. Smart thing to do.<br><br>
Well, the winter solstice last month was a bit different. I was lying in surgery. Not as active as I like to be. No big thing, just some toe work. Right foot first, 6-8 weeks in a cast, and then the same thing for the left foot.<br><br>
For a week prior to the solstice I went out to practice walking with crutches. Not that enjoyable. Then there was practice going up and down the four steps to the Nash, and practicing with a walker.<br><br>
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When the surgeon cut into something on on the bottom of my middle toe, there was a problem, so he couldn’t put a rod down through the toe, as he did with the others. I’m hoping it will work out. Other toes look good. Never had straight little toes. Lookin’ good. And this procedure was not life threatening. Pretty much a treat.<br><br>
For longer distances, such as grocery shopping, I purchase a KneeRover Knee Scooter. Pushing a cart with one hand and steering the scooter with the other. I learned during the first trip to not fill the cart too much.<br>
Been at the bottom of learning curves way too many times over the decades. But they sure provide some chuckles. Not goin’ to say what kind of words they can produce.<br><br>
I manage to go out for a walker-walk most days and do some exercises on the walker, assisted dips, knee crunches (from dip-bar position) and pull-ups (lying underneath). Reminds me of something my oldest friend said, ‘keeping me sane’ (regarding her yoga, which she has been doing since the early ‘70s).<br><br>
Keeping up on my 60 for 60, being active for 60 minutes each day for a total of 1800 minutes each month.<br>
As well as my Triple 18, doing 60 reps each for upper body, core and legs daily for a total of 1800 reps for each muscle area during a month. I miss days from time to time but it’s pretty easy to catch up with the hundreds of different exercises, along with their variations, to provide variety as well as different degrees of intensity. It all should be a habit.<br><br>
Presently, my choice of exercises are a tad on the lame side. But the ball is in my court, I picked it picked up, and I’m movin’ with it.<br><br>
Sometimes just going out for a brisk walk is all it takes to pull one’s self out of a day’s winter blues. Action is an antidote to despair. Rise off your duff.<br><br>
The ball is in your court. Pick it up.<br><br>
December sixty minutes sixty years—1800 minutes<br>
December Triple 18—upper: 1800; core: 1800; legs: 1800<br><br>
<center>If you want one thing too much it's likely to be a disappointment.<br>The healthy way is to learn to like the everyday things.</center>
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Think we were in the White Mountains of Arizona for this shot of Mesa on his throne.<br><br>
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Yes, I know, not pretty. Light therapy lamps are most effective when used at eye level or above. Hence the jury rig with my stool for step-ups. Also meant to be used first thing in the morning while one is sipping a large mug of green tea and a smaller one of coffee.<br>
I go through periods of winter blues from time to time. Thankfully, never SAD. Good grief. Anyway, I purchased a Verilux HappyLight, 10,000 lux. Love it. Don’t know if it works on winter blues but that in-your-face bright light in the morning sure is a positive jolt for the day. It’s a keeper.<br><br>
As you know, the winter solstice is my favorite day of the year, the earth’s new year. It’s natural, simple, meaningful. Been celebrated for a long time.<br>
Here’s some historical text.<br><br>
“Humans may have observed the winter solstice as early as Neolithic period—the last part of the Stone Age, beginning about 10,200 BC.<br>
Neolithic monuments, such as Newgrange in Ireland and Maeshowe in Scotland, are aligned with sunrise on the winter solstice. Some archaeologists have theorized that these tomb-like structures served a religious purpose in which Stone Age people held rituals to capture the sun on the year’s shortest day.<br>
Stonehenge, which is oriented toward the winter solstice sunset, may also have been a place of December rituals for Stone Age people.<br><br>
"The ancient Norsemen of Scandinavia celebrated Yule from the winter solstice through January.<br>
In recognition of the return of the sun, fathers and sons would bring home large logs, which became known as Yule logs. They would set one end of these logs on fire. The people would feast until the log burned out, which could take as many as 12 days.<br><br>
"The Inca Empire payed homage to the sun god Inti at a winter solstice celebration called Inti Raymi (Quechua for “sun festival”). In Peru, like the rest of the Southern Hemisphere, the winter solstice takes place in June.
The Incas fasted for three days before the solstice. Before dawn on the day of solstice, they went to a ceremonial plaza and waited for the sunrise. When it appeared, they crouched down before it, offering golden cups of chicha (a sacred beer made from fermented corn). Animals—including llamas—were sacrificed during the ceremony, and the Incas used a mirror to focus the sun’s rays and kindle a fire.<br><br>
"The Chinese celebration of the winter solstice, Dong Zhi (which means “Winter Arrives”) welcomes the return of longer days and the corresponding increase in positive energy in the year to come.<br><br>
"In Japan, the winter solstice is less a festival than a traditional practice centered on starting the new year with health and good luck. It’s a particularly sacred time of the year for farmers, who welcome the return of a sun that will nurture their crops after the long, cold winter.<br><br>
And then there’s the Native Americans<br>
For the Zuni, one of the Native American Pueblo peoples in western New Mexico, the winter solstice signifies the beginning of the year. It’s marked with a ceremonial dance called Shalako.<br>
After fasting, prayer and observing the rising and setting of the sun for several days before the solstice, the Pekwin, or “Sun Priest” traditionally announces the exact moment of itiwanna, the rebirth of the sun, with a long, mournful call.
With that signal, the rejoicing and dancing begin, as 12 kachina clowns in elaborate masks dance along with the Shalako themselves—12-foot-high effigies with bird heads, seen as messengers from the gods. After four days of dancing, new dancers are chosen for the following year, and the yearly cycle begins again.<br><br>
Like the Zuni, the Hopi in Northern Arizona celebrate the winter solstice with a similar ritual. In the Hopi solstice celebration of Soyal, the Sun Chief takes on the duties of the Zuni Pekwin, announcing the setting of the sun on the solstice. An all-night ceremony then begins, including kindling fires, dancing and sometimes gift-giving.<br><br>
Traditionally, the Hopi sun-watcher was not only important to the winter solstice tradition, as his observation of the sun also governed the planting of crops and the observance of Hopi ceremonies and rituals all year long.”<br><br>
Recall that I talked a bit about these three tribes on the January 2012 page, solstice and silver jewelry of the southwest Indians.<br><br>
I’ve always enjoyed the movie ‘Footloose,’ as well as the re-make. Recently I watched the end dances from both movies on YouTube and clicked on a link to “'Footloose' - Dancing In The Movies.”<br>
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0rLhJZTHYo4<br><br>
A six minute video of original, short dancing clips from broadway shows and movies, mostly old, black and white, 50’s and 60’s synced to the music of Footloose. Ginger Rogers & Fred Astaire, Gene Kelly, Danny Kaye, I think Shirley Temple, Charlie Chaplin, Ann Margret, Patrick Swayze (Dirty Dancing) and many more. Nicely done.<br>
Definitely a morning pick me up.<br><br>
Are you old enough to remember calling a friend and having to ask for her?<br>
Or, the satisfaction of being selected to go outside to dust the erasers?<br><br>
The ball is in your court. Pick it up.<br><br>
November sixty minutes sixty years—1810 minutes<br>
November Triple 18—upper:1800; core: 1900; legs: 1800<br><br>
<center>stand “apart from the pulling and hauling…amused, complacent,<br> compassionating, idle, unitary…both in and out of the game<br>and watching and wondering at it all.”<br>Walt Whitman</center>
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Don’t think I’ve posted this particular shot of Mesa and Meadow on the cage. Don’t know where we were. And yes, they jump and climb up there on their own.<br><br>
Well, I’m not getting back to the state parks this winter, maybe next year. This will be the third winter I’m not making it to the parks, through no fault of my own. Guano. I had made reservations for this winter, but something came up and I had to cancel them. I’ll be staying in Alamogordo until some time in April. Might even look forward to moving back up to Timberon by then.<br><br>
From Timberon’s elevation of 7,100’, I generally drop down to around 3,570’ for the winter months. This winter I’m in a different valley and only down to 4,330’. A bit chillier. But I have daily access to wi-fi and cell phone coverage. It’s in a RV park, however. Thank the gods I only do this when I have too.<br><br>
In the NMSPs, sites are generally farther apart, with no frills or calendar of events. Simple, my thing.<br><br>
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I have some deer photos that I have not posted. Probably will post one a month while down in this valley. Sure won’t be seeing any here.<br><br>
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Remember I saw a bumper sticker of this in Silver City? Didn’t think it would be smart to get one, living in Timberon, might end up with a broken window. So I purchased a sticker and stuck it next to the door of the Nash. Looks good.<br><br>
I was tuned into NPR's Fresh Air with Terry Gross when she was interviewing Misty Copeland. Yep, it was as good as you might be thinking.<br><br>
“The stupidities begin when one takes men seriously.” Jean Giono<br>
Women have probably known this for eons (if that were possible).<br><br>
The ball is in your court. Pick it up.<br><br>
October sixty minutes sixty years—1820 minutes<br>
October Triple 18—upper: 1800; core: 1900; legs: 1800<br><br>
<center> One day you will wake up and there wont be anymore time to do the things<br> you've at always wanted. Do it now. Paulo Coelho</center><br><br>
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I saw these two young gobblers early last month. Have not seen or heard any turkeys since then. Going to drop my last unopened 40 lb. bag of scratch grain with a friend to use.<br><br>
I was looking at some paintings by Normal Rockwell and came across The Shiner. When I read the story behind the painting, I ordered a 11x14 print and have it hanging in the Nash. For me, it’s the smile. Couldn’t get a photo of it without reflection, so this image is from ARTPublica Magazine.<br><br>
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<center>"The Young Lady with the Shiner" (1953) by Norman Rockwell</center><br>
“Out of the 321 covers that Norman Rockwell (1894 - 1978) created during his 47-year career at the Saturday Evening Post, “The Young Lady with the Shiner” painted in 1953 was his 277th. It ran on the 23rd of May, and served as the third and final work by Rockwell The Post published that year.<br><br>
To create the impressively detailed scenes that the artist is known for, Rockwell relied on meticulously planned photographic studies. So, when he was ready to paint “The Young Lady with the Shiner,” Mary Whalen — who modeled for the painting at the artist’s studio and, as a result, appeared on the cover of the Saturday Evening Post a total of three times — recalls that it took a few sessions to get the reference images.<br><br>
The black eye was the hardest thing to get right. Although Rockwell tried using makeup and then a mix of charcoal, neither proved to be realistic options. He needed a real black eye to copy, but he couldn’t find one, so he advertised for a shiner in the paper. When The Berkshire Eagle ran the story, it was picked up by the national wire and the artist quickly received more offers than he could sort through.<br><br>
But, the model and the black eye are not the only subjects Rockwell copied from real life. He found inspiration in a high school in Cambridge, New York. According to NBC News: “Rockwell took photographs of the principal's office and the door as well as the principal and his secretary. He even had the door taken off its hinges and brought to his studio. Later at his studio, he photographed models standing in for the principal and secretary.”<br><br>
Norman Rockwell first met Mary Whalen when he was attending his son’s basketball game. The 11-year old was having an argument with her father, who was also the artist’s lawyer, about getting a drink of water. As he was trying to explain that refreshments could only be purchased at halftime, Rockwell — having overheard the conversation — offered her his coke. By the end of the day, the artist realized that Whalen would make a great model, thus kicking off their collaborative relationship.<br><br>
“She was the best model I ever had,” fondly stated Rockwell, when asked about working with Whalen, “(she) could look sad one minute, jolly the next, and raise her eyebrows until they almost jump over her head." Whalen had already modeled for one of Rockwell’s Saturday Evening Post covers when he asked her to pose for the “The Shiner.” “Wouldn't you just love to win a fight with one of your brothers? That’s the kind of smile you have to have,” he enticed.<br><br>
On the scheduled day, he called for her at school. Because the kid had never been summoned to the principal’s office before, Whalen was convinced she was in trouble and proceeded to cry, forcing her twin brother to hold her hand as she made her way over. But, much to her relief, she found Rockwell waiting for her instead. He earned the young model’s trust by being collaborative, and by asking her to call him Norman, like his peers.<br><br>
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In an interview she gave years later, Whalen recalls:
“I was reserved and he would just sort of pull [the expressions] out of me by laughing or clapping or stomping his feet or jumping up and down and making me laugh, that kind of thing. And I just felt such a part of what was happening. As a kid, I liked to be a part of something. He knew what he wanted and he knew how to get that out of you. And then when he got [the right expression], he would just shout, ‘Oh, that’s wonderful! That’s wonderful!’”<br><br>
The original oil painting of “The Young Lady with the Shiner” is currently at the Wadsworth Atheneum Museum of Art located in Hartford, Connecticut.”<br><br>
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After a typical rapid-fire question session with her 5-year old, the mother asked, Why do you ask so many questions. The response, Well, I don’t know anything.<br>
I don’t consider this a joke. Might give some insight for those dealing with small children. Have a bit more patience.<br><br>
Plan to roll out on Nov. 1. Will be spending the winter in the NM state parks. Looking forward to my annual social fix.<br><br>
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The ball is in your court. Pick it up.<br><br>
September sixty minutes sixty years—2030 minutes<br>
September Triple 18—upper: 4450; core: 1835; legs: 4500<br><br>
<center>The three pure precepts:<br>
do not be ignorant, do good, do good for others</center>
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It’s been raining quite a bit.<br><br>
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I moved this photo from last month’s page to here, to compare 2017 to now. (taken back in 2017 when I first dug a flat spot to park the Nash, looking south)<br><br>
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This is the same shot as it looks now. I extended the flat area out 22’ from the side of the Nash. Used logs, thick limbs and dozens of wheelbarrow loads of rock and dirt.<br>
The dirt in front extends to the left anther 12-15 feet and is the spot where I park the Nash when I get back in March. The large back window faces east. Built up the same way.<br><br>
Golden crown beard (thanks, Lynn) has a hold here. Not pleased about this. It seems like another of this flowering plant’s name, gold weed, is more appropriate. The first four years I’ve been here there was no gold weed. Last year it took over the flat spot.<br>
From Wikipedia, “The species responds strongly to disturbances on suitable sites and retards the development of other local species.” Guano.<br>
I took this photo last month. Since then gold weed has invaded 4 or 5 times that area. Big problem. Should have started with eliminating most of it this summer but I was pretty busy. If I have to spend next summer here, I’ll do something about it. Might not be healthy.<br><br>
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I value the philosophy of do something once, move on and don’t look back (once can be 5 years or more). I wish I had the commitment to follow it.<br><br>
The ball is in your court. Pick it up.<br><br>
August sixty minutes sixty years—2675 minutes<br>
August Triple 18—upper: 5260; core: 2470; legs: 6110<br><br>
<center>“The way to true happiness in life is to love what you’re doing,<br>not how well other people say you’re doing it.”<br>I came across this line in a paperback</center>
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Turkeys and deer have started passing through again. They certainly add to the ambience of the place. I’m thankful for this.<br><br>
A week ago, I brought up the July page on my laptop. Damn. So many mistakes. My editing skills seemed to have quit without letting me know. Hopefully I corrected the errors and will be looking for a new set of editing skills. I do not usually go back and read an entry once it is uploaded. Wonder how many other pages are a mess. Guano.<br><br>
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Rooster scooped out a bed under the wheelbarrow. I saw Mesa using this spot twice. Before this, he never snoozed under the wheelbarrow.<br><br>
When I get back from a town run, there are three weeks of supplies to unload. Some of the totes and the laundry go into the Nash so I leave the screen door open. Coming in with one load, there was Rooster standing on the threshold looking in. Sure was glad he chose to turn around and jump down. Could have been a messy fiasco.<br><br>
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At times when Rooster is walking slowly, he stomps. One leg kicks straight out, foot is held high and flat, then he forcefully stomps the foot straight down. If one is within a few feet, it’s easy to hear the stomp. And he keeps kicking out and stomping along, very robotic. Has me chuckling. Simple pleasures.<br><br>
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Facing north, one cannot see with the natural growth, but I used the unhealthy tree I cut down earlier to extend the flat spot another five feet. There is some scrub oak coming up in the Golden Crownbeard.<br><br>
Plenty of rain this summer. June tends to be the hottest month here. Halfway through August temps are in the lower 80s and upper 70s, with night temps around 60º at 7,000’. Last couple weeks down in the upper 50s at night.<br><br>
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Took much longer than I had anticipated but I finished the upper slope. It will work fine on the one day a year that I’ll use it. Local plants will take hold at some point.<br><br>
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One day while working outside, I glanced up and noted Mesa’s posture. Picking up the long handle spade, I moved over towards him then slowed down. Yep, a rattler. I come across them from time to time while hiking and I just walk around them, letting them have their life. On my property however, they’re gonna die. I cannot have rattlers around Meadow and Mesa. Nor me when I’m working and breathing hard, sweating, gettin’ pretty tired when I’m approaching 3 hours and maybe not fully aware of my surroundings. This was the first rattler I’ve come across on the acre. Also the smallest I’ve ever come across, only two feet. His small rattle did not make much noise, not good. Hope it was the first and last, Oh, the posture, I’ve seen Meadow facing larger rattlers twice before, squatting low, on point to a spot on the ground 4’ away and hyper alert. I wonder if all animals realize that a rattler is dangerous and not an animal to get close to.<br><br>
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Here’s Meadow checking out the chopped body. Mesa followed. Wonder what they were thinking about wailing on the rattler. I was surprised of how much effort it took.<br><br>
How much trouble would this guy be in if he voiced his thought?<br>
‘I don’t know why my in-laws feel qualified to give me parenting advice. After all, I live with the results of their efforts and it’s nothin’ to brag about.’<br><br>
The ball is in your court. Pick it up.<br><br>
July sixty minutes sixty years—2650 minutes<br>
July Triple 18—upper: 6010; core: 2565; legs: 4880<br><br>
<center>What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters<br>compared to what lies within us. Oliver Wendell Holmes</center>
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I took this photo in June. Have not seen any deer or turkeys this month. Guano.<br><br>
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I’m digging down this slope so the Ford does not have to work so hard pulling the Nash up. I only use this slope the day I get back to my property in March. The rig needs to straighten out so I can back onto my Spring spot.<br><br>
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Early in the month, someone acquired a rooster. The bird was off in the distance to the east, on another road so his morning wake up call was kinda nice (and 45 minutes after I get up). I’m just guessing here, but if it is the couple I’m thinking of, we have a mutual dislike. The cawing had been coming from their direction and approximate distance. One morning Rooster was on my property. Cann’t see a rooster walking so far through the woods, and out of all compass bearings, straight to me? Midnight drop?<br><br>
The rooster hung around for most of the day. Next morning when we heard him, he was right under the galley window. Scared the SH*T out of us. M&M stood up, alert and Mesa stalked to a window to look down. Probably thinking, What the …? Rooster stayed around for the whole day. If the owner wanted the rooster back, all he had to do was drive to the sound.<br>
I was surprised that neither Mesa nor Meadow heard Rooster approaching the Nash. They usually alert me to something like this.<br><br><br>
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A favorite spot to hang out. Other spots are under the Nash and pickup. Rooster seems to like our spot and hasn’t left. From time to time he follows me around. Once I walked up from working down the hill and there he was, lying on the top step. If I ever forget to close the screen door, I’m sure he would walk right in. ‘This my new coop?’<br><br>
It’s kinda different having him around. Don’t know how this will turn out. There are a number of people here who have chickens, maybe I’ll ask a couple if they want a rooster, or I’ll post a notice on the kiosk. I need to check youtube for a way to catch a free roaming rooster, without getting shredded. I leave the first of November. He would not survive the winter on his own. Don’t want to see that. Any ideas?<br><br>
For cat people.<br>
Bartender: What will you have?<br>
Cat: Shot of rum.<br>
Bartender pours it.<br>
The cat slowly pushes it off the bar.<br>
Cat: Another.<br><br>
I saw the Montezuma quail again. Really have to start pocketing my camera again. I was spreading scratch grain and the male kept eating some that was farther out until I was within 12’. The female stayed 20-25’ back. Never been so close to them, and I was not trying to ease up on them. Strange. The male was making sounds that were pretty cool. Not the distinctive territorial call, an eerie-sounding, descending whistle and not quite cooing. Will have to find out about this.<br><br>
A few last things about cicadas, really. I looked into their life cycle. Worth checking out. Eggs in a slit cut in twig bark? Okay, I decided to move a few large rocks I had dug up two years ago. When I picked one up, I saw the back of a cicada nymph. The rock formed the top of his tunnel, leaving a thin line of his back exposed. I watched him for a bit since he appeared alive, even though he wasn’t moving, his back was shiny. Then I saw movement. He was scooping dirt backwards with his legs and then scooted forward. He kept up the scoop and scoot until he was out of sight. Leaving a good deal of dirt behind him. I enjoy simple things.<br>
Nymphs have an instinct to dig up when it’s time to come to the surface to moult. What if there is a rock in the way? The others dug up and shed their skins two months ago. This one hit a rock, expanded his tunnel and stayed there. Now that he moved along, with no rock above him, will he dig up?<br><br>
Some chickens were lined up along a road. They were contemplating why anyone would cross the road.<br><br>
June sixty minutes sixty years—2315 minutes<br>
June Triple 18—upper: 4650; core: 2000; legs: 4615<br><br>
<center>‘Give 5% of your time to keeping well. You won’t have to give 100% getting over being sick.’<br>Dr. George W. Calver</center><br>
Sure wish this was common sense to the many.<br><br>
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I have not seen a deer with ears like this. When she flaps her ears for the flys, they only move forward and back. Her small group includes a young buck. I’ve only seen her twice but she might come through in the dark. I’ve started putting out cracked corn just before I turn in. It’s always gone when I look outside in the morning. Deer, turkeys, both, or something else?<br><br>
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I watched this girl the whole time she was here. Her ears never moved into a common position. Maybe this side shot shows why.<br><br>
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This a new high for inside the Nash. Don’t quite wish for the 34º inside temp, though.<br><br>
Do any of you remember Firesign Theatre’s (might be firesign theatre), ‘ I Think We’re All Bozos on this Bus?’ How bout this part, ‘ Before the Beginning?’ But one really needs to listen to the audio presentation, just reading the words doesn’t cut it. It’s best to listen to this CD with some grass.<br><br>
“Before the beginning, there was this turtle. And the turtle was alone. And he looked around. And he saw his neighbor, who was his mother. And he laid down on top of his neighbor and behold she bore him in tears, an oak tree. Which grew all day, and then fell over, like a bridge. And low, under the bridge, there came a catfish, and he was very big. And he was walking. And he was the biggest he had seen. And so, with the firery balls of the fish, one of which was the sun, and the other a tall ballon …<br>
Yes, some uncomplicated people still believe this myth, but here, in the technical vastness of the future, we can guess that the past was surely very different. We can surmise, for instance, that these two …<br><br>
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This might be only the second gobbler I’ve seen so far this year. And all the hens have not been coming through, although they might be coming through in the dark.<br><br>
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I need to download a web page on the dog days of summer. I kinda remember something about the dog star, Sirius, setting and rising in a particular way.<br><br>
I was listening to NPR one morning and they did a short piece on Internet Explorer and Netscape. Hadn’t thought nor heard of those two browsers for decades. Is this a senior thing?<br><br>
The mother’s five-year-old did not say a word in the car after she convinced him that the volume control ejects his car seat.<br><br>
My friend Deb is a good person, has a similar sense of humor and lives off grid. All points in her favor. And I wish I could write as well as she does. Deb is impressive. As I’ve said before, she has a stellar site, movin on, http://www.movinon.life<br>
Definitely worth checking out. Read all of the entries over time, starting with the earliest to see how it all started and progressed. (thirteen so far).<br><br>
May sixty minutes sixty years—2430 minutes<br>
May Triple 18—upper: 6570; core: 2460; legs: 6695<br><br>
<center>We are of nature, not above it.<br>Stephen Jay Gould</center><br><br>
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The Montezuma quail pair are back but I’ve only seen them twice so far. As I’ve said before, they do not come in close.<br><br>
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There were two fallen trees on the low end of my property. Not good if a wildfire came through. I cut them up and took the branches to the slash dump. Dragged the logs up to this spot. You might see the log-dragger that I used last summer. From here it was relatively easy to drag them up where I was going to use them, just before the pickup. Feels so good doing this type of work (as long as it is on my property).<br><br>
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It is so dry here, no rain since I got back on March 25. Passed two of those towable road department digital warning signs, reading Forrest Closed. Had not seen that before. Driving along the 34 mile scenic byway between Cloudcroft and Timberon, there were warning notices at all of the trailheads and overlooks. The large wildfire near Ruidoso, NM was 100 miles to the north in the Sacramento Mountain. Same mountain range and forrest where I live. I just do not feel as safe in the mountains as I used to.<br><br>
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This old guy said, “Seriously, my biggest fear about becoming a zombie, is all the walking.”<br><br>
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I’m guessing these are cicadas. As I was finding corpses on the ground, I was hearing cicadas. I come across the form on the left from time to time when digging. They dig themselves out of the ground, then open up, to release the next stage. The male cicada makes a loud shrill droning noise by vibrating two membranes on its abdomen. Didn’t know the sound comes from the belly.<br><br>
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This is a better photo showing how they open up, or are torn open. Cannot imagine what that fells like.<br>
I think I can now guess what kind of animal has been digging all the small holes in the dirt. I really am going to learn about this whole process.<br><br>
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The postal service finally had the pad poured and brought in the mail boxes. They are set up near the volunteer fire department. The first time the survey lines for the slab were done with paint without any corner stakes. It rained and the lines were washed away. Yep, thinkin’ the same thing. Took a coupla weeks for them to come back out to redo the lines. Now I’m officially on Ruby Dr., rather than at my old PO box#.<br><br>
One morning when the deer came by, was a bit different. There were eight does and they were all milling about. Both adults and little ones. One would bound, a single bound, at another, who would scoot away, a body length or two. Then the scooter moved towards another doe to single-bound at. They all kept milling about, bounding and scooting for a couple minutes. Not the normal behavior I generally observe. At one point an adult doe stood straight up on her hind legs with her forelegs extended. Hadn’t seen that before. She looked huge, so tall. One of those Whoa! moments. Wish I was a decent writer so I could have painted a picture of what I was seeing. It was a sight to see. Sorry.<br><br>
I completed the first of two rubber roof treatment for this year. I was up on the roof for one hour and forty minutes cleaning in prep for the first of two coatings of Protect All RV Rubber Roof Treatment. This is what I’ve always used but I’m going to do some research to see if something better has come on the market.<br><br>s
The ball is in your court. Pick it up.<br><br>
April sixty minutes sixty years—2395 minutes<br>
April Triple 18—upper: 2485; core:1965 ; legs: 4765<br><br>
<center>You can’t move mountains by whispering at them.<br>Pink</center>
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Remember when I wrote about inadvertently leaving the awning out in a hail storm? I could have sworn it was rolled in. Anyway, 4-5’ feet of the canopy at the top was trashed. Yes, it took quite a while but I finally ordered a new canopy. I asked Deb to shelp me with the replacement. Here’s Deb pulling out the roller from the old canopy.<br><br>
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Here’s the new canopy nearing completion. I’m holding the most useful tool, well, other than our two ladders, a can of silicon lubricant. We lubed the full length of the three 11.5’ slots that the beads of the new canopy had to slide into. Priceless stuff. Might be able to see some of the T-posts we set in the background.<br>
Thanks, Deb, for helping me with this. Should be good until the next hail storm.<br><br>
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Here’s a photo of how Deb’s greenhouse is coming along. Awesome. Soon she'll be constructing a cold frame garden similar to my friends’ in Moab.<br><br>
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Another shot from the galley window.<br><br>
Still a tad nippy in the mornings, 30s and a couple in the upper 20s.<br><br>
The ball is in your court. Pick it up.<br><br>
March sixty minutes sixty years—2400 minutes<br>
March Triple 18—upper: 4200; core: 1800; legs: 2520<br><br>
<center<If we don’t know how to be alone, we’ll only know how to be lonely.<br>Sherry Turkle, professor of science, technology, and society</center>
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<a href=http://www.rvwest.com/article/journeys/following_a_free_spirit target="_blank">RVwest article ‘Following a Free Spirit’</a><br /><br>
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Deb does all her laundry by hand. So while I was there, so did I. The Calliger hand wringer was awesome. The first time, I thought it was a lot of work. But while doing my second batch a few days later, I was enjoying it, really. Did a number of batches during the four weeks I was there. Although one morning, I had to wear warm gloves under some heavy rubber gloves. Deb says the only time she minds it is during the winter. The life of a homesteader.<br><br>
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It’s open range so occasionally horses or cows come through. Sometimes causing damage. I helped Deb start on some fencing. We set 44 6.5’ T-posts. I picked up a 2nd “14 lb. post driver with handles,” so the work went quicker. The first day I was getting a headache, all that pounding of steel on steel close to my ears. IBU and earplugs were not enough. The next day I dug out my shooting muffs and all was well. Many spots proved to be a bear getting the posts in. A couple days we were totally maxed. But as I staggered back to the Nash, I was thinking, not bad for 72.<br><br>
When I got back to Timberon, I hung up a bird feeder. The first bird, that I saw, was a stellar jay but he was eating the scratch grain I had spread, hoping for wild turkeys. Two days later I noticed a towhee, again, going after the scratch grain. The next birds were nuthatches. As you might remember, my favorite birds to watch. And the first to actually use the feeder. The next birds were juncos.<br>
A friend, at the north end of Timberon, mentioned that she saw a hummingbird. A couple days after I put out my hummingbird feeder, one came by.<br><br>
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I took this shot from the galley window. One time while I was outside, without my camera, twelve hens were feeding. Haven’t seen any gobblers yet.<br>
I noticed a deer a couple times. Guess I’ll have to put out some cracked corn.<br>
Looks as if most of my regulars are coming back. Haven’t seen any rabbits yet. It’s good to be hearing birds again. One day I heard a bird I was not familiar with but couldn’t find it. Hope it was not a one time visit. Mourning doves are back but no white-winged doves yet. Waiting for a titmouse.<br><br>
I was procrastinating with starting on all the work I want to do on the property. Yep, me just being weak minded. Didn’t last.<br><br>
I do not do it as often as I should, and during my jackass-years, I did not do it at all. But now, I feel that just about everything I know must be reassessed and critically reviewed from time to time. Abandoned if necessary. It is difficult, sometimes painful and yet, so very insightful. I would imagine that those who are committed to becoming a better person just do this naturally because that is the type of person they are. Not much stopping to think about it. Then there are those like me who could use some help. Sometimes I read something or listen to a question and it gives me pause to ponder. Thank the gods that I have a mindset to work towards bettering myself.<br><br>
The ball is in your court. Pick it up.<br><br>
February sixty minutes sixty years—1900 minutes<br>s
February Triple 18—upper: 2800; core: 1950; legs: 1890<br><br>
<center>The opposite of life is not death, it’s indifference.<br>
Elie Wiesel</center><br><br>
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So, after driving 670 miles north to Utah, this is what I got for it. Heading north in February, kinda expected it.<br>
And yes, we were both up ladders sweeping off our solar panels.<br><br>
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I set up out in the canyon rims area south of Moab for a day before continuing on the the Mason Martini Estate. A week later, I took the previous
photo.<br><br>
Deb has 80 acres of range/grazing property, three miles from a boat launch on the Colorado. She has quite a setup. Hauls in water, power comes from solar panels, constructing a geothermal greenhouse, has a compost pile going, burns paper and cardboard, will soon be constructing a cold frame garden, takes care of her immediate acres and practices no harm. She is extremely handy and self-sufficient. Deb researches all aspects of her off-the-grid homestead before incorporating what she learns. Very smart lady. Ya done good, girl.<br>
I’m enjoying our day to day interactions, laughs, conversations. Looking forward to warmer temps so we can sit outside as we did last winter for our 3:30 wine and conversation.<br><br>
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I drove out with Deb a couple times while she fed alfalfa to some free roaming horses. She calls it her peaceful time. I felt the same way. Standing among a few horses, feeding and brushing them is truly peaceful. A most enjoyable quiet time.<br><br>
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Friends in Moab have a cold frame box garden. As you can see, their method works very well and has been in use for quite a few years. Pretty good for February and no greenhouse.<br><br>
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One afternoon before heading north, Mesa came tearing out of the M&M/storage room, ran to the back, up onto a settee cushion, across the table, over the closed laptop, down onto the opposite cushion, back across the floor and up onto the bed. No big thing, sometimes he gets hyper. This time however, was somewhat different. He was spewing vomit the entire time, even sprayed a section of wall. Not normal. He never slowed down. I was thinking he must be awfully scared about what was happening in his body, poor guy. Maybe it was a reaction to one of the three shots he got at the vet, the day before. Then he wanted to go out. Wait, you’re not cleaning this up? No, that’s what you’re for. Let me out.<br><br>
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View out my back window of the La Sal mountains to the south.<br><br>
I feed Meadow and Mesa Kit & Kaboodle or Meow Mix. Recently I picked up a bag of Purina Cat Chow, thinking it would be more nutritious. They did not like it and didn’t eat much of it. One morning, when I went into the M&M/storage room to clean out the litter clumps and change their water. I glanced at their food bowl and barked out a laugh. One of them, I’m guessin’ Mesa, had upchucked over the Purina Cat Chow. It’s as if he had laser sight, didn’t overshoot a spec. All of it went into the bowl. Okay you two, on a scale of one to five, how would you rate Purina Cat Chow?<br><br>
I’ve had some stellar experiences since starting this lifestyle and many that were, ahhhh.<br>
I hope we got all the vomit out in this one page.<br><br>
I got a call from a friend in Timberon. The Postal Service closed the post office in Timberon a few days ago. Sounds like they will be installing racks of outdoor mail boxes at some point. One would think they would have installed the boxes prior to closing the post office. In the interim, residents have to drive 34 miles to Cloudcroft along a slow, winding road with only four legal places to pass (it’s a scenic byway). My least favorite stretch of road when I make my town runs down to Alamogordo. There are residents in Timberon who are in their 80s and 90s who have not been maintaining their bodies, owning old cars and probably are not the safest drivers out on public roads. Many get their meds through the mail. This is not a good situation. Road accidents and medical emergencies? Hope not.<br><br>
The ball is in your court. Pick it up.<br><br>
January sixty minutes sixty years—1825 minutes<br>s
January Triple 18—upper: 3115; core: 1810; legs: 1830<br><br>
<center>Seems to me folks waste a sight of time crossing bridges before they get to them.<br>They clutter their minds with odds and ends that interfere with clear thinking.<br>Louis L’Amour</center><br><br>
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<a href=http://www.rvwest.com/article/journeys/following_a_free_spirit target="_blank">RVwest article ‘Following a Free Spirit’</a><br /><br>
<a href=http://www.rvwest.com/article/journeys/the_spaces_between_the_places target=”_blank”>RVwest article ‘The Space Between the Places’</a><br><br>simplelivingandsimpletravel.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08970849434918305009noreply@blogger.com1