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27 July 2016

In their infinite wisdom


Cranes
27 July 2016

So, the people who run our electric utility are not the brightest bulbs (yeah, yeah) and I could talk about their dishonesty too but that's another topic.

Anyway. Some speshul snowflake decided that replacing power poles would be a good idea. Fine. Given the number of transformer and vault explosions we've had, some maintenance isn't a bad idea. I've lived here for nearly 20 years, and this is a first.

So! says the utility. We'll do this...in July! And turn off your power for the day.

Brilliant.

Tech stuff: Taken with my iPhone6.
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23 July 2016

Fire on the mountain


75 miles away, a fire burns
22 July 2016

I have a headache. I can smell smoke inside my house.

I am fed up.

[political diatribe redacted]

Anything else? No?

Have a good weekend.

Tech stuff: Taken with my NikonD7000. I am spending FAR too much time being enraged. This may finally be the election where I vote with my feet, because I cannot in good conscience vote for either of the leading candidates.
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21 July 2016

Tough times demand tough squirrels

 
Thirsty squirrel in the shadows
21 July 2016
 
There was a wild rabbit in the front garden this morning. There isn't anything there for it to eat--all the grass is dead. It's the first time in the nearly 20 years I've lived here that I've seen one.
 
Tech stuff: Taken with my iPhone6.
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19 July 2016

Under a white hot sky

 
The trail
Orange County, California
19 July 2016
 
Most Tuesday mornings at the (literal) crack of dawn, a friend and I go for a walk. She needs coffee first, so we walk to the coffee shop and then we take our coffees and start walking.
 
I tend not to like sharing my walking time with other people because I use it as me time and thinking time and music time. But I enjoy walking with this friend, and I've become more generous (I use the word advisedly because I'm quite aware that I am very ungenerous with time I perceive as mine) with taking others (including the daughter and the spouse) with me. It's partly enlightened self-interest (broken) and partly fun and partly good for them too.
 
My friend wasn't available this morning, but I am schedule-oriented and also I need this exercise. There is so little that I can do any more (and I'm not supposed to walk...or bike...sigh. But do the doctors tell me "don't go grocery shopping??" Hell, no.) that I do what I can.
 
(No, seriously, grocery shopping causes more damage than just about anything else. It isn't just that I dislike it. I have to tell people not to over pack bags. They seem to miss the fact that I can't use my right arm to lift things. If you missed all that...go back a few months. And yeah, inquiring minds, I AM supposed to go to another ortho...with whom I've yet to communicate.)
 
So, I overslept a bit this morning and the daughter, who needed to go to work, overslept a lot, and as a result, I got out the door about 2 hours later than KG and I take off. And it was freaking hot, even though it was still only 9 am.
 
I push harder when there aren't other people with me (another reason that having people with me is a good idea, because alone I'm all "let's do a marathon!" Yeah, that.), and it amuses me that my mile time is 4 minutes faster alone (even broken! and people are always telling me I walk too fast when I'm with them) and that I walk at least a mile further when I'm alone.
 
Of course, as I have to remind myself, it's great to walk as far as you can, but then you have to get home. One day, I'd pushed myself so hard, I started to think about calling the daughter to hop in the car and come get me. I did get home under my own steam, but it was scary that it had occurred to me as a possibility.
 
Anyway, it was hot today.
 
Tech stuff: Taken with my iPhone6.
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18 July 2016

Stuck in my car

 
Newport Beach Lite, California
18 July 2016
 
Tech stuff: Taken with my iPhone6.
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17 July 2016

Boundaries and lines


A long time ago when we were in Europe, we were approached after a meal by a gentleman who apparently had overheard our conversation and was approving, intrigued and amused. He also thought our children were amazingly well-behaved. Somehow that event came up in conversation today while we were having dinner.

The son: "...but what were we even talking about? What was so interesting?"

Me: "We are the people who talk about prion diseases at dinner. Astronomy. The K-T boundary. The Visigoths. Not exactly normal conversation for a lot of people. And you guys were holding your own."

The son: "Prion diseases and the K-T boundary."

Me: "Prion diseases OF the K-T boundary."

The daughter: "What is the K-T boundary?"

There was a momentary silence.

Me, looking at the spouse: "Probably not the question the daughter of a geologist should be asking."

The daughter: "Well, K-T boundary, Maginot Line, you guys are always talking about something weird. How am I supposed to remember what boundary this is or line that is?"

Me, dissolving into laughter: "K-T boundary...Maginot Line..."

The daughter is sitting there incensed.

The spouse: "Dinosaurs...?"

The daughter: "Oh."

Me: "I think your family membership card just got revoked."

The son: "They're hanging out the washing on the Maginot Line."

The spouse and I in unison: "That was a popular song..."

Much later, of course, the conversation turned to Goethe and whether or not German is a poetic language.

11 July 2016

Hey, Sunshine!

Train station
Santa Ana, California
18 October 2014

I was snickering quietly to myself when the daughter walked into the room.

"What did you do now?" she asked, resigned.

I feigned offense. "What makes you think I did anything? Because I was laughing?"

"It was the way you were laughing."

I showed her what I'd done. She nodded sagely.

"Alright, I finished our badge photos. Come look," she said, pulling me away from my keyboard by the arm.

Worth mentioning, I suppose, that 10 minutes earlier she had to tell me there was someone at the door because I had the music turned up so loud I couldn't hear the doorbell.

And I was singing at the top of my lungs.

It's so awesome to turn the tables.

Tech stuff: Taken with my iPhone4. Yeah, probably time to get back into circulation...no pun and all that.
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