Journals: 2003(5)

by Ric Carter

Transcribed Notes: Summer Drags On...

Tedious Late-Mid July

21 July 2003 - Monday, someday, home

Late 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 Friday


Friday 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-Sunday


Saturday 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.  Jump right in! And then in the heat of the day today we *finally* went over to Beth and Brad's pool and jumped in. Very comforting. Good physical therapy for Maureen, good exercise for both of us, and a cool relief from the torturous heat.

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.

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  • THE 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!"

     inspired but illiterate

    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?
     sign of lying: moving lips PS: Just as an exer­cise, con­sider who has killed (ordered the deaths of) more Amer­icans, Saddam Hus­sein or George W. Bush. Do a tally, then decide just who is more dan­ger­ous to the people of the US, and the world.


    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?

     special knowledge

    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).

    . 1 good green or red pepper
    . 1 small red or boiling onion
    . 1 or 2 cloves garlic
    . 1 stalk broccoli
    . 2 blades celery AND/OR
    . 1 or 2 Roma tomatoes
    . 1 medium carrot
    . 1/4 lb. mushrooms AND/OR
    . 1/4 lb. lean dead flesh
    . 1/3 cup slivered parmesan
    . 1/3 cup white or brown rice
    . olive oil, boullion, MSG
    . water or liquid (wine, etc)
    . wide saute pan, small saucepan

    1) Cut the pepper and onion into long thin slices. Saute in just enough olive oil; cover pan.

    2) Cut off broc­coli tops, cut each in half. Thin-slice the broc­coli stalk, celery and garlic. Toss all this stuff into the saute and stir, replace lid.

    3) Slice the mush­rooms AND/OR flesh. Toss those into the saute, sear well stir, replace lid. Wait a couple minutes, stir and cover again. Reduce heat.

    4) Simmer 1 cup of water, the boul­lion and the rice, uncov­ered. (Note: if you're using brown rice you should have started this 45 minutes ago.) Add liquid and stir as needed to keep rice wet and loose.

    5) Julienne or grate the carrot. When rice is nice and puffy, add carrot, reduce heat and cover. Wait a few min­utes, adding liquid as needed.

    6) When all are rather soft, stir rice-carrot mix, parm­esan cheese AND/OR some MSG into the saute, along with a little liquid maybe. And maybe sprinkle a little more parm­esan on top. Replace lid and low-simmer until most liquid is absorbed. Serve with delight.

    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 July

    22 July 2003. Tuesday night, at home

    The 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, home

    Yesterday 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 July

    24 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, early

    This 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 Thursday


    Oh 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 Friday


    As 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 July

    26 July 2003, Saturday morning early, home

    Yesterday 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...

     iroqqq

    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

     pool-cleaning robot menaces Maureen's shadow

    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

     preying mantis on kitchen window

    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

     trailer for sale, best offer takes it

    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

     the rocky knob I bagged, up there

    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.

     Carson Pass - where's Frog Lake?

    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.

     trees attract lightning - cut'em down!

    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.

     on the street in Jackson

    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.

     wet in the woods, otherwise

    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 Already

    Ongoing To-Do List

    Get 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?


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