December 3rd, 2017


From Friday

Political news is incredibly disappointing. Not surprising, but corruption is disappointing.

Weather here is idyllic. I'm comfortably sitting on the back porch as the sun goes low and the shadows stretch out. I was standing on the deck, supervising Edward & little Greycie Loo as they got fresh air. Edward clambered up in the rail twice, noisily enough that i could retrieve him before he went over. Greycie Loo was quicker, slipping through the rails of the fence. The gate is essentially at the opposite end of the fence, so as i circumnavigated back to her, she hopped into the thicket. I was glad i'd spent some of last Saturday clearing out deadfall from that area, so i could keep an eye on her as i circled around to heard her back from the house. We had some comic evasion moments -- my she moves quickly and her white back legs as she leaps away gleam tauntingly in the late afternoon sun. Eventually she slipped back through the fence and into the house.

Yesterday was procrastinapalooza; today i think i did a little better keeping focus. I do feel tired here at mid afternoon.

Some clever person (apparently Elliot Coleman) refers to the time when daylength is under ten hours (and most all plants stop growing) as the Persephone period. We've just crossed into that period here where i live. I hope that next year i do a better job preparing for this time. I've a number of greens that have gotten large and still have plenty to thin, but i'd love to have had a bit more. I think i'll try to germinate some winter greens in the little greenhouse so i have seedlings to set out in early January. Last year the deep freeze we had corresponded with snow, so everything was protected. I can't count on such convenient protection this year.



So, the cats are on a diet. But this does not explain Edward's restless desire to go outside. Apparently the restless critters woke Christine in the middle of the night, and i think she finally got to sleep around 7. I've fed the cats, and Edward licked all his food but didn't eat it. He then began batting at the bells on the door (Carrie's signal she needs to go outside). Edward quickly figured out the bells were to summon humans to open the door.

Edward spent much of the past hour trotting behind the couch, jumping up on Christine's desk (well cluttered), treading on the keyboard (which is mostly slid under the desk), thudding down in front of the French doors to the deck, and meowing. When i came in the room there was an odd sound coming from under the keyboard: Christine's digital metronome and tuner had been knocked to the floor and was playing what ever the black key is between A3 & B3. I sure hope the gadget is still calibrated correctly. It seems a quartz based gadget could be accurate after impact.

I tried popping Edward out the cat door onto the deck. Nope, the deck is not outside enough.

Our plans for a cat-deer-dog fence must proceed apace so that we have a fairly secure area to let the cats into. I personally have no problems with Edward at 23 lbs being left out all night in such an enclosure, wait, no, just looked up how big the relevant owls are. While no owl would be able to make off with him, an aggressive owl might do some damage.

(Oh, novelty in the restlessness, he just went in and out the cat door to the deck.)

Owls aside, i can't wait to be able to let him roam, partly because i think exercise would be a much better health treatment than this diet.

In six months when i am complaining about having to chase him down to get him to come in....



Yesterday was a little grey and damp, so i had proposed we take afternoon tea at the local "English village". (I want to roll my eyes and mutter, "Soooo precious," but i must admire how the land has been well stewarded while still making an apparent mint for the developers.)

My mother has been experiencing what she calls "quivering" but seems to be best described as "internal tremors." I have been diagnosed with "essential tremor" which means, best as i can tell, "Right, your hands are shaking when you wake in the morning? Yup. Well, if that becomes a problem we have meds to help stop the shaking."

(Oh, good grief, Edward's now trying to tunnel out the door.)

Internal tremors may be a symptom of Parkinson's (which Mom's uncle had), MS, and, woo, Essential Tremor.

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I'm not particularly worried that Mom has Parkinsons or MS, but i do worry about Mom. Collapse )

Mom plans to "enjoy the holidays" (while worrying about the tremors), and is postponing medical visits until after the new year. She doesn't feel up to going out for tea, though, so Laura and I brought tea to her for lunch yesterday. We made little sandwiches, i bought scones and sweet rolls, and my sister bought a fruit tart. I toted china and silver over to my mother's (not like she doesn't have a g'zillion fine sets of this and that), and my sister, her daughter, my mother, and i all sat down to tea.

It was lovely and sweet and the strategy of bringing my own china meant i could not leave it for my mom to wash up. There was something sad, too, in the sweetness, something i can't quite put my finger on except for all of the above.

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My dad didn't join us because he was off to the sheriff's after receiving a death threat in email. (He had also contacted the FBI.) It's a scam, but it has him rattled. I spent time yesterday evening parsing through the headers. I should call him and point out a few things that should assure him that it's a bulk mail attempt not directed at him.

Christine had other things to do, and i returned home to find her chainsaw in hand, cutting down a 60 foot, nine inch diameter sweet gum. I sat and watched, worrying and letting go of my worry, feeling i should still be where i could hear if anything went wrong. It went well, and our propane tank was refilled by our handyman. Who fussed over Christine's tree cutting style.

I took Carrie for a walk and jog in downtown Pittsboro after dark. I may have been a bit harder on my ankle than i should have been -- but i think Carrie appreciates being able to move at a more natural pace for her.

Today there's a stack of yams -- things i have procrastinated on -- and Meeting for Worship and sunlight outside.


Edward, update

I took Edward and Luigi outside (attempting to call my father). While they roamed, i typed while standing at the rail. I watched as Edward took great interest in something at the edge of the fence. He pounced and fiddled around, and as i reached him i heard a squeal, and he trotted off.

He killed a vole.

Which, i have to say, is far more agreeable than trapping them. Voles girdle small trees, and i really don't want to loose the trees in the orchard to voles.

Between him and Greycie Loo, the fenced in yard will experience quite a bit of predation. I'll need to do what i can to keep bird attractants growing OUTSIDE the fence.