Journals: 2003(5)by Ric Carter |
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Transcribed Notes: Summer Drags On... |
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Tedious Late-Mid July21 July 2003 - Monday, someday, homeLate July, mid-July, laying around at home. Going back to last Thursday, I hardly remember Thursday, we probably laid around at home then too. Hot, exhausted, whatever. Tedious... Hot FridayFriday we laid around during the day, then in the evening went down to the Shenandoah Valley, the Amador Flower Farm above Plymouth for a fund-raising picnic dinner for one of Maureen's groups, local professionals. The ambiance was very pleasant but still quite warm in the approaching twilight, well over 90. Devoured lots of tri-tips, a little salad and other stuff. Scholarship money for Miss Amador contestants was raised. Everyone bought lottery tickets, some won something, we won some nice handmade picture cards. Ah. Saturday-SundaySaturday was more laying around, mostly because it's been VERY hot the last few days, well into the hundreds most days. But remember Chris and Mayari from the Guatemala trip? Well, Saturday evening, we went down to the Volcano Ampitheatre for Chris and Mayari's reception, which featured many Carter cousins, many of whom were pleasantly drunk. But everybody was happy. Those are the other Carters, not my bloodline, of course. The reception was one of our temporal anchor-points -- we HAD to be here in this region for that, before journeying away. The long trip is now delayed til we get the medical stuff done. But we'd *hoped* ,to get away afterwards, somewhere up around Carson Pass for a few days. But there was a fire nearby, up betweeen Panther Creek and Tiger Creek and Salt Springs, officially called the Salt Fire. And we had thought at *least* to spend a few days up in the lakes around Carson Pass. But we figured that with a fairly major fire in the vicinity, that probably wasn't a good idea. So we stayed here at the house, sweating. And the house is OK but SHIT we didn't expect to *live* here full-time thru the summer. Or winter. Wet Monday
So the heat is warping our timelines. I was up all night, all last night, I mean until 7 this morning, working on Guatemala pictures. Woke up in the afternoon, did some more pictures.
I think from now on, on these hot days, we'll try for the pool and happiness every time, yeah. It's amazing how comfortable those ambient temperature in the nineties and up can get after jumping into water. Especially with no competing organisms to fend off. PS: B&B have invited us to use their pool anytime, without warning, without asking, without offerings. Incredibly generous. Every opportunity we get, we'll be there, yup. Relief is just a seven-minute drive away. |
(( INDEX )) >> NEXT >> CONTENTSTedious Mid-July Horrendous July Dangerous July Repetitous July Recent Reading Ongoing To-Do List The Thirst Them Sin W's Holy War Info Futures Lo-Risotto ACCOUNTSto 18_07_2003 to 29_07_2003 THEMESTHE THIRST The mountains are high above the village The clouds are high above the mountains The stars are high above the clouds The people are sharp within the village The worms are sharp within the people The truth is sharp within the worms The rains fall heavy on the village The stars fall heavy on the rains The time falls heavy on the stars The wind blows lonely thru the village The sand blows quiet thru the wind The fear blows evil thru the sand The thirst falls sharp on the village The thirst falls bright in our mouths The thirst falls heavy in our hearts THOUGHTS THEM SIN There's an old joke: a gangster sends his trashy girlfriend to finishing school so he won't be ashamed to be seen with her. When she returns after a few months, she walks up to him elegantly and say, "Darling, were you blue while I was gone?" He smacks his forehead, says, "Crap, 50 thousand bucks and she can't even do tenses!"
So I see the above signboard at a local church, CONFESSING YOUR SIN IS NO SUBSTITUTE FOR FORSAKING THEM, and I smack my forehead and say, "Crap, inspired by G0d and he can't even do plurals!" And a week later, it's still spelt like that. I guess basic literacy is too much to expect from a spiritual leader. Or is this a cry for attention? Another nearby churchboard says IN GOD WE TRUST - IT'S ON THE MONEY. You can draw your own conclusion about that one. W's HOLY WAR As noted, the Afghan and Iraq invasions happened because G0d told Dubya to strike at Osama & Saddam. Here are my thoughts on that, which boil down to: Osama & Saddam are still loose, so G0d must be pretty peeved with Dubya. Absent any WMDs (Weapons of Mass Destruction) or immediate threat to the US and UK, what's the justification for the Iraq war? "Well, Saddam and his gang were REAL bad guys and they killed lots of their people." And that surely is true.
But there are lots of other real gory bad guys around, running nasty little countries, and some are even said to have WMDs. Cuba, Sudan, North Korea, Iran; Burma, Syria, Liberia, etc. Who's going to be liberated next? Who deserves it most? Who has oil?
INFO FUTURES The DARPA / Pentagon program for a futures market on terrorism, assassination etc was shot down. R.I.P. P.A.M. But such a market could work, and if market forces DO make good predictions, let's extend that - first to predict where various military crap may occur, then any other political crap, and then just down to the level of domestic crimes. So, Crime Futures - traders bet on who may be a victim or perpetrator of crime, and when the bets seem conclusive, take preemptive-protective action - grab the criminal-to-be or shield the yet-to-be victim. There was a recent film about this but with telepathy, not analysis and market forces (GREED!) But why stop there? How about futures markets for: inventions, artistic creations, disasters, miracles, hackdowns, breakups, etc?
Yeah, markets using special knowledge to prophesize - what'd they say? Study the orange market and you can predict future weather patterns. Then comes the question: does belief in the validity of the market constitute reality or theology? RECIPES LO-RISOTTO
Lo-fat, lo-carb, hi-flavour, it's all here. A recent remix of an old fave (from 2 years ago). NOTE: Add or cut any item you wish. Maybe add a bit of any of these: nutmeg, lemon juice, oregano, hot pepper, nuts, eggplant. Maybe don't cover any pans until step (6). Whatever. |
Horrendous Late-Mid July22 July 2003. Tuesday night, at homeThe pattern is set. Sleep in the evening after dinner, awake around midnight, work all night, sleep all morning, get up in the afternoon, work some more en keyboard until the heat's unbearable, then go swim at B&B's pool. We never expected to live here during the summer. We are now suffering for not having air conditioning. At least that nearby pool renders this situation almost tolerable, but it'll bs SO good to get away. 23 July 2003. Wednesday night late, homeYesterday followed the pattern: swimming, eating, sleeping, all-nighting. Today followed the pattern although it was cooler. And Maureen went down to PT [Physical Therapy] in Jackson today. Then we went swimming. But weariness and hunger and the damn cat interfered with our love life. Damn. Tonight I shouldn't go to sleep too early but I will anyway. Tomorrow we go to Kaiser (Roseville) for medical stuff, and some shopping, and try to get back in time for more swimming. And who knows, maybe happiness.
Oops, Mom has a birthday around now and I forgot to send a card or call or anything so maybe I'd better call tomorrow and send a card, yep.
Meanwhile, I just within the last hour have finished processing of the Guatemala photos, finally. Well at least I went thru the last one, now I gotta start over again at the beginning and double-check, see if there's any I can do better, I'm sure there are but I should be DONE with those Guatemala pix within the next few days. O boy, then I'll have to start organizing them and putting 'em online, and putting 'em on CD. So, the end of a major part of the task, just smaller tasks remaining. It's manageable. I hope. | |
Dangerous Late-Mid July24 July 2003, Thursday morning, Kaiser (Roseville)Wear a holter heart monitor for the next 24 hours. Don't take a swim or shower or whatever. Oh boy. Log activities. Oh boy. Oh well, at least we get to do some shopping today and research the Toshiba P25-S487 widescreen multimedia computer (which may be a CostCo version of the P25-S507) tonight and if it looks good, come back and buy one tomorrow after returning the heart monitor. Oh boy. 25 July 2003, home. Friday morning, earlyThis heart monitor is a pain. Worse yet, most of the electrodes have pulled loose, in one case broke. Don't know how much (if any) useful data will come from this. Is this just an exercise in futility? Hot ThursdayOh well, after getting it [the monitor] installed yesterday we went to a nearby shopping center for the Ross and the Trader Joes. As I started to walk into the Ross store a woman with apparent neuro-muscular damage dashed shakily at me and asked for help, I asked how I could help and she shakily dug through her purse and dug out a pack of cigarettes and I said no, I wouldn't help her light a cigarette, just as a companion shouted at her from within the store to come back inside. Very hot outside. We strolled slowly thru the stores, I stood too long, too long for my legs just standing there, my leg started burning. We eventually started driving home over the sere, scorched valley-foothill landscape, Roseville to Ione to Volcano is quite a hot distance... Ascending on Hwy 88 a couple miles downhill below Pine Grove there was a car fire, a smoking sedan burning at the steep hilly roadside, a white pickup next to it with lights flashing, three guys with fire extinguishers working on it. And as we drove past, up the road a little ways, numerous fire trucks were screaming their way there. The whole countryside is a tinderbox, we're really glad they're jumping on it so fast. Wonder if Trevor Carter was in on that response? So we got home, had gin-n-tonics, I went to sleep, woke up a few hours later, and all these electrodes had pulled loose. Who knows what my heart is doing now? Early FridayAs time goes by, I just lay here in bed, sometimes I just roll over and I feel as if I'm spinning in another physical plane. And I quickly reach up to check my carotid pulse and it feels like it's a stronger beat but still regular. What do it mean? Well I look at the clock hands pointing at 12 and 4 and it means that we have to be out of here in 5 hours, so I guess it's time to go back to sleep. G'night. Morning. Whatever. | |
Repetitious Later July26 July 2003, Saturday morning early, homeYesterday we returned the damn heart monitor to Kaiser (Roseville), went to CostCo (Folsom), tried to buy the Toshiba superlaptop but the ATM card wouldn't dispense that much valuta. O well, we'll be near some CostCo or another in the next few days, and we'll carry a checkbook, eh?. Or maybe some trade beads. On the drive over and back, 100 minutes each way, we spoke of many things, mostly techy things; and on the return leg I conceptually invented something but now can't remember what the hell it was. Maureen remembers that it's something that I'd use but she wouldn't. That's an important clue? A couple days ago we talked-out some new inventions. Maureen wants to adapt a hydration system for pool-swimmers, the foam-enhanced and floral-decorated tank filled with refreshing drinks. I thought of a turbocharged snorkel for swimmers to dive deeper, and a turbocharged alcohol-burning two-stroke engine. Turbo this, turbo that. (Turbocharged means driven by exhaust fumes, not by a power take-off [PTO] like supercharging.) But what was my latest invention? Fock if I can remember... So yesterday afternoon we made it back to B&B's pool, floated leisurely, me wracking my brains trying futilely to remember. Brad and his dad Bruce came out and chatted, totally blowing my concentration. We emerged shivering in a 90°f breeze, headed home for G&T's and my renowned Lo-Risotto. We have this weekend to look forward to, then more PT in Jackson and maybe more runs to Roseville next week, and then MAYBE we can get away in the RV for a few days, up to cool high country. We need a break. And MAYBE in a few weeks we can get away for a northward trip. Probably won't make it to the MacKenzie River or Nunavut this year. Bother...
And political news just worsens. The Gray recall, the Liberia crisis, the Iraq occupation which promises years of guerilla war. Remember, the UK occupation of Iraq in the 1920s led the Brits to develop carpet-bombing for rebel Iraqi cities (cf Bomber Harris), led Churchill and TE Lawrence ('of Arabia') to push the gassing of the Iraqi populace. How will the US/UK occupiers react as resistance mounts? These be perilous times. Same day, late late Saturday night, home
A good day to sleep 'til noon, then lay around and rest. Too lazy to go swimming; after dinner, too tired to go to the County Fair down in Plymouth, 45 minutes away. And it's still so damn hot. Fock it all. So, do some online research, do some listening to night sounds, do some reading, do a cold shower that's all. We'll maybe head up to cool clear clean Carson Pass in the morning. But that's manaña. G'nite now. | |
27 July 2003, Sunday evening, home
Too lazy and tired and hot to go anywhere today. Lay around, etc. BUT! In the morning whilst closing up against the upcoming heat, I espied upon the kitchen window a tiny green Preying Mantis. Not exactly expected at 3500 feet in the middle Sierras on a hot day. This evening, Mantis was still there - but when I returned with a ladder and camera for more pix, she was gone. Bother. Damn bugs are never there when you want them. | |
28 July 2003, Monday evening, home
Another pattern day, with Maureen at PT and then us in the swimming pool, watching thunderclouds athwart the Sierra crest. We'll hang around for more of this, as long as we're awaiting medical results, as long as Maureen can hit the PT gym 3 times a week with mileage paid. And it's time to sell the trailer that came with the property, a 1956 28-foot AIRFLOAT, in good condition, nice interior, make the right offer and you haul it away. | |
Tuesday midday 29 July 2003, Kirkwood CA
We're heading towards Carson Pass. Noonish, stopped at the overlook above Bear River Resevoir - I bagged the knob above it, zowie! That was exhilerating and only slightly tiring... Then another fine lunch at the rustic log-cabin Kirkwood Inn, with a bunch of ski-resort developers at the next table, talking strategy and tactics:
MAUREEN: How many? ME: 11,000, I heard. MAUREEN: Where? ME: I didn't get that. Build another 11,000 units! To avoid dealing with tree issues, put structures up above the Sierra treeline, over 9000 feet. Legal liability; criminal penalties; highway access; role of the Forest Service; reputation for best snow; getting financing & customers. Strategy & tactics.
Another 'finally' - finally we're stomping around Carson Pass, on the trail south headed down to Frog Lake. Many people on this short trail, mostly grandparents and kids, those not encumbered by employment this Tuesday afternoon... And we must have missed Frog Lake, trucked on a couple miles or so ascending from 8600 feet 'til appendages hurt and we turned back. Must try this again pretty soon. On the way to Kirkwood, a road construction delay at the avalanche chute. Beyond Kirkwood and Carson Pass and all that we went down to Red Lake, took the Red Lake to Blue Lakes road past Forestdale, got maybe halfway (up into the treeless alpine zone) before the road got too dicey to go any further. Headed back, down to Hope Valley, glorying in the grand beauty of the subalpine meadow surrounding Pickett's Junction.
The sky is overcast with thunderclouds, we headed back, hit rain from Red Lake to Bear River Resevoir again. And then just east of the Emergency Heliport, another roadside delay, an auto accident, looked like a BMW had gone off the road, broken itself up against a tree. The first rain on these roads brings out the oily residues, makes them slippery, hazardous. Dramatic cooling in the rain zone, temps down 30°f, but hot again back at the house.
Current-recent reading:
SO LONG: Stories 1987-1992, by Lucia Berlin (Black Sparrow Press, 1993) - strong and disturbing short stories by 1991 American Book Award winner THE CIVILIZATION OF THE MAYAS, by J.Eric S.Thompson (Chicago Natural History Museum, 1927-58) - interesting overview - see newer edition, eh? THIRST: THE DESERT TRILOGY, by Shulamith Hareven (Mercury House, 1996) - vivid and unexpected Exodus-era novellas by leading Israeli writer READING NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC, by Catherine A Lutz and Jane L Collins (U. of Chicago Press, 1993) - anthropologists deconstruct the society DRIVING MR. ALBERT: A Trip Across America With Einstein's Brain, by Michael Paterniti (Dial Press, 2000) - fun, lightweight hodgepodge APOCALYPSES: Prophesies, Cults and Millennial Beliefs Through the Ages, by Eugen Weber (Harvard U. Press, 1999) - choppy survey by old prof | |
Thursday morning, 31 July 2004, home.
Cooler yesterday but still warm. We went down to Jackson, Maureen for PT, me to shop and absorb the ambience; then back uphill, to B&B's pool. Almost chilly in the high 80s - we float, watch the clouds. No word from Kaiser yet on my medical stuff. Overnight, thunder rattled the skies but now it's dawn and the ground ain't wet so prob'ly no rain yet. Supposedly cooler over next few day. Sure hope so. | |
Thursday evening, still at home.
Slept late, schlepped around, went out to shop locally and then swim, but by the time we left the market a thunderstorm raged - and temps dropped from mid-80s to mid-60s. Too cold for total immersion so we cracked a bottle of fine wine, sat on the porch watching rain and lightning and listening to ambient music. And plotting possible futures. And following the cat around the yard, practicing patience. | |
Things That Shoulda Been Done AlreadyOngoing To-Do ListGet a bicycle setup for myself to ride; setup a stationary bike for Maureen, setup the TV and audio in the media room, finish clearing in and around the trailer. Check the Fry's site for for digicams; for a Sony powered microphone for the minidisc recorders; for a powered antenna for the Ericsson cellphone; for Epson inkjet carts; for the NTSC-USB grabber. Look thru our gear for antenna tuners; check gear bags for long-wire antenna suitable for Icom receiver; start laying out gear & power supplies for extended trip; gather manuals & hookups, make sure everything works; be sure to gunk-down the flap of rubber roofing that's come loose on the RV; and gunk-up my boot heels. Use TopoUSA for close-ups of Folsom Dam and the Cosumnes River at Latrobe Road -- See PineGroveCa.com and TuffShed.Com -- Google for: Tres Leches recipes and Thyroid Nodule Disease and HTML javascript slideshow. And find out who's linking to Pitas - and what's this ZeitGeist thang? |