Friday, September 4, 2020

summer reading list



The Starless Sea by Erin Morgenstern – There is a pirate in the basement. There are three paths. The son of the fortune teller cuts through the alley behind the building where he lives and sees a painted door so realistic that he knows if he reaches for the door knob and turns it the door will open into a magic place and yet he does not because he does not have faith that what he feels is real. Years later this boy, Zachary, working on his thesis stumbles on a mysterious book on a high shelf on the upper floor of the library, a book with no author and no publisher. He begins to read Sweet Sorrows. He reads about the pirate, he reads about one of the three paths, he reads about the son of the fortune teller, himself. So begins a story of stories. Beneath the surface of the earth is a magic place, the Harbor on the shores of the Starless Sea, a sort of library of every story told, being told, will be told. This particular story is very old and is coming to an end as it has many times before. Zachary, in his effort to learn more about the book in which a part of his life is written, finds his way to a masked ball where he meets people integrally connected to the Harbor: Mirabell who paints doors because, Alegra who is destroying them to protect the Harbor, and Dorian who pushes him through a door but does not manage to enter it himself before he is captured by Alegra and the door destroyed. Zachary finds himself in the Heart of the now empty and deserted Harbor facing the Keeper. There are stories within the story...Fate and Time fall in love, the Moon and the Innkeeper, the Owl King, the other paths, the story sculptor, among others...that help explain the story though near the end it all takes a weird turn as Zachary finds himself alone in the depths of previous Harbors on the quest thrust upon him by Fate and Time. I may have to read this one again. I really enjoyed it but there is a lot to keep track of and you must just accept things as they are presented even if they don't make sense. This is the author's second novel. Her first one is The Night Circus which I thoroughly enjoyed as well.

The Tea Girl Of Hummingbird Lane by Lisa See – Li-Yan, or Girl, as her family calls her is the youngest of four siblings and the only girl. Her family is of the Akha tribe living in the remote tea mountains of China who make their living, as all the villagers do as well as all the neighboring villages, picking tea leaves. Li-Yan excels in school and the teacher convinces her family and tribe to continue her education as an asset to the village.But Li-Yan begins to chaff against the traditions of the Akha and her family insisting on marrying a boy who is known to be a less than desirable husband. Nevertheless Li-Yan and San-Pa at 16 dedicate themselves to each other and after he leaves to go make his mark and then return for her, she discovers she is pregnant, so her mother, the region's healer and mid-wife conspires to hide her daughter's pregnancy and delivers the baby in secret since San-Pa has not returned and the child would be considered a 'human reject' and would be smothered instantly. Li-Yan then makes the 2 day journey to the nearest town where she abandons the baby girl to an orphanage and then returns home. San-Pa arrives months later, they marry and leave to return to Thailand where San-Pa has been living but stop at the orphanage only to learn that their daughter was adopted by an American family. When Li-Yan discovers her husband is a heroin addict she runs away but is not allowed to return to her village so her former teacher secures a spot in a trade school for her and Li-Yan begins another new life. The story follows Li-Yan's fortunes, always connected to tea, and that of her daughter who yearns to know who her birth parents are and why they abandoned her. She has one clue, a special tea cake that was in her swaddling when she was given up though all her efforts to identify the wrapping on the tea cake have failed. Until...

The Signature Of All Things by Elizabeth Gilbert – I did not realize when I checked this book out that it was the same author as Eat, Pray, Love, a book I have not read and don't intend to read even though it said so right there on the front cover. This book is about 500 pages but I swear it felt twice that long. The author is very wordy and she beleaguers ideas. More than once the book became tedious, other times the story moved along well enough. The story follows the life of Alma Whitaker, born to the richest man in Philadelphia in 1800, the only surviving child of her parents. This is how the book starts and then abandons her to tell the story of who her father was and how he became the richest man in Philadelphia through botanical and pharmaceutical trade before getting back around to Alma, a homely child, tall and big boned, with an extraordinary mind who was given free range to explore and study her surroundings, who was not just allowed but required to sit through dinners with all the guests that came every day to see her father and listen to and even participate in the adult discussions, an upbringing that basically made her unmarriagable. The book follows Alma's life as she grows to adulthood as a botanist, becomes her father's partner in the family business after her mother dies, sees the man she loves marry another, continues her studies and published works as she focuses on mosses, meets a man a decade her junior which turns into a disastrous 1 month marriage and here is where the book got stupid. She banishes her husband to Tahiti to manage the vanilla plantation where he dies a few years later. Her father dies and she gives away all her money to her adopted sister and travels to Tahiti to 'discover' who her husband really was. The whole Tahiti section I could have done without. Stupid. She leaves after a year or so and moves to Holland where she lives the rest of her life refusing to publish her thesis on evolution because it's not 'perfect'. Darwin beats her to it. She's in her 90s when the book ends. I've given you the basic outline so you won't have to bother reading it. To be fair, there were parts of the book I enjoyed.

The Vanishing by Jayne Ann Krentz – a quick pick off the new arrivals shelf at the library. I had never heard of her and there were a few hints that this was in the romance genre but it didn't become fully apparent until about 3/4s of the way through the book but her enormous published book list should have been a dead giveaway. She writes under three names and this name alone had 39 titles. Decades ago the government opened various secret labs around the country to investigate and try to weaponize paranormal energy but something went wrong and one of the labs hidden in a cave complex next to the small town of Fogg Lake exploded and engulfed the town in a cloud that caused the residents to sleep for two days. When they woke up they all had new strange abilities that were passed down to their children. Catalina and Olivia, best friends in high school decide to spend the night in one of the caves, a regular rite of passage for the teens of Fogg Lake, and when they hear male voices coming into the cavern where they are set up, they grab all their stuff and go hide behind a boulder where they witness a murder, the body thrown into the swiftly running underground river. The murderer sees the camp lantern the girls forgot to grab and starts toward them as they run deeper into the tunnel where they run through a psychic energy shield stumbling into/onto a part of the lost lab where they spend the night. The murderer gave up and disappeared. The girls make their way out, tell their story and when no evidence of a murder is found, they are disbelieved and eventually convinced that they were hallucinating. Now, two decades later, Catalina and Olivia have opened their own investigation agency using their peculiar talents to help them solve cases when Olivia is kidnapped and Catalina nearly so. Two murders of collectors of 'hot' paranormal items have taken place and so the Foundation, a private agency that tries to keep an eye on the paranormal community, has sent an agent, Slater Arganbright (gotta love that name) to ask for Catalina's help and she in turn enlists his help to find Olivia and in fact the kidnapping and the murders and the decades old murder in the cave are all connected. The hot romance/sex is of course between Catalina and Slater. The good guys win, the bad guys meet their fate, at least the ones they knew about.

The Double Comfort Safari Club by Alexander McCall Smith – the further adventures of Mma Remotswe and Mma Makutsi...a trip to a safari camp to find a specific guide, an investigation into possible marital infedelity, and rescuing Mma Makutsi's fiancee from the clutches of his aunt.

The Silent Patient by Alex Michaelides – Famous painter Alicia and her in-demand fashion photographer husband Gabriel seem to have a perfect life together, in love and both at the top of their careers until one night Alicia shoots her husband in the face 5 times and slits her wrists. Found in time, she survives but never speaks again. In the weeks that follow Alicia paints a self portrait and titles it Alcestis, the heroine of a Greek tragedy, and after her trial she is remanded to a secure psychiatric unit. Theo grew up with an angry verbally abusive and violent father and a fearful submissive mother and spent years in therapy with Ruth trying to overcome the feelings of failure and unworthiness instilled by his father and becomes a psychotherapist himself and falls in love/lust with a woman who seems to return the intensity of their relationship. All is well until Theo discovers she is having an affair. So the story follows two threads, Theo's discovery of his wife's betrayal which churns up all his old feelings and Theo's desire to help, to cure, Alicia, determined to get her to speak again and to that end he goes far beyond the doctor/patient relationship interviewing members of Alicia's family to try and understand what event in her life triggered the murder of her husband and he does succeed in getting her to communicate which ends in another apparent suicide attempt. It seems these two story lines are concurrent until the end when we discover that Theo unwittingly played a crucial part in Alicia's breakdown the night she killed her husband.

Crooked River by Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child – another Pendergast novel. After solving his most recent case, Pendergast and his ward/companion Constance, are relaxing on a remote Florida island when his boss shows up and asks him to interrupt his vacation and come look at a crime scene knowing that once he does Pendergast will be hooked and take on the case. The crime scene is a Florida beach where over the course of three days over a hundred amputated feet all wearing the exact same shoe wash up on shore. While Pendergast is investigating, Constance rents a victorian mansion scheduled to be demolished and sets out to solve a mystery of her own concerning the house. Pendergast enlists the aid of an ocean scientist researching drift patterns in the Gulf of Mexico as well as his one time partner from the last case, Agent Coldmoon. As they get closer to understanding where the feet came from, they encounter interference in the investigation and Pendergast and Dr. Gladstone are captured by their powerful enemy and it is up to Coldmoon and Constance to rescue them before they are killed. And let me just say that Constance is one bad ass.




Tuesday, September 1, 2020

a minor move and a gone by tradition


Did I mention I'm tired of sweating? I was standing out on the driveway in the shade yesterday mid-morning for about 10 minutes talking to Rocky and I was wiping sweat off my forehead, wasn't quite dripping off me, but it was close. When I finally came in my whole body had a sheen of sweat. Wet from head to toe. It's only supposed to get down to 80˚ tonight. But I looked ahead and starting on the 9th they are predicting nights in the mid to high 60˚s, days in the 80˚s! If only it's true!

I'm back to moving the sprinkler around, it is so dry and the wind feels as if it's coming from a blast furnace. I have to check the bird baths every day they dry out so quickly.

Now that Rocky is through with the buildout of the room in the shop, and I'm thrilled to have a toilet over there again since it never fails while I'm over there I have to pee and now I don't have to scurry around to the back of the building and squat hoping that none of my neighbors are out, I've started boxing up the glass working stuff and moving it over there. So far I've emptied one of the two shelving units and got that moved. I need to get some empty boxes from my sister to empty the other one and get it moved and the baker's rack as well. There's a low 6 drawer dresser that Pam isn't keeping so I'm getting it for the new work room too. The challenge will be getting my butt over there once it is all set up to do some actual work. It's so easy to have my studio space here in the house where my computer is so I can dick around on the internet while I think about what I'm doing. There's no internet connection over there. But, I really don't want to spoil the floor in here with wax that gets ground in and frit that also can get ground in. Not to mention that we have that big shop sitting there and if I'm not going to work in it, what's the point? Over there I don't have to worry about cleaning up after myself at the end of whatever work I'm doing.

My daughter came and got the cedar chest that had been my mother's. My mother gave me one in my late teens maybe 18 which is the age she gave my sister one but it was not to my taste and after I grew up I eventually traded with my mother...mine for hers. She didn't like her old fashioned cedar chest that she got from her mother (? we're not sure who gave it to her as a teen but she had it for as long as we can remember) and I did. She liked the more modern one she had picked out for me so it was a win win. I never kept anything in it though except for some baby clothes and early kiddo 'art' work, an antique shawl and a huge antique piano shawl, our costumes from when the kids were babies and we were doing the Renaissance Festival, weird useless stuff like that. It was in one of the rooms that got flooded and so everything inside got ruined and tossed out, all the veneer on the outside except for the very top part peeled off exposing the cedar wood it's made of. 


I cleaned it inside and out and oiled it up and have just had a couple of blankets in it since. I didn't think I would have room for it once I got my bookcase and the art nouveau/deco buffet from Pam's house but now that I'm moving stuff over to the shop room I'm thinking maybe I gave it away a little too soon. Oh well. It's still in the family.

Back when I was growing up, it was traditional for young women to get a cedar chest, a hope chest, between the ages of 16 – 18 because that was the time when young women were supposed to start preparing for marriage and the hope chest was to hold your trousseau, the blankets and quilts and linens and clothes and other items you would make or acquire to prepare for your new life in your new home. I'm pretty sure I was at the tail end of that particular tradition. It never occurred to me to get my daughter one or her to get her girls one. Life and expectations for women changed dramatically from the 60s onward. And praise be to the powers that be for that.




Sunday, August 30, 2020

signs of the end of August but not necessarily the beginning of fall


yellow butterfly ginger

We got an easy pass from both storms heading this way last week. Marco barely made Cat 1 hurricane then fizzled back to a tropical storm before it made landfall Monday night in Louisiana and Laura, which strengthened into a Cat 4 and maybe even a Cat 5 hurricane which made landfall Wednesday night pretty much near the border of Texas and Louisiana for which we are grateful, not that it hit them but that it didn't hit us. We got neither wind nor rain from either storm but we also didn't get a break from the heat and humidity. And I have to tell you, I am tired of sweating! I stand outside for 5 minutes and sweat is beading up on me and by that I mean wiping it off my forehead sweat. If I engage in any minor activity for 10 minutes or more sweat is dripping off me and when I come in I continue to sweat for at least 10 minutes! It's probably too much to hope for that we might have an early fall but the clump of pampas grass at the other end of the street is starting to put out its plumes,


the snow-on-the-prairie is blooming in the pastures (I called it a field and my retired farmer neighbor corrected me...fields are for crops, pastures are for livestock),


the tallows are starting the slow shed of their leaves.


and of course it's cotton harvest time.


Did I mention we won't be having our annual open house this year in December? Because of the virus, of course. None of us are thrilled with the prospect of visitors in close quarters, having to insist on masks. The other art/craft show that people we know participate in is also not happening, well, not live. The Height's Artisan Market is going virtual this year. The organizers are building a website and inviting artists to participate. Each artist will get their own page with up to a dozen images and a link to their selling site, website, or email and each artist will be responsible for handling any sales. We've never done the HAM which is only one day as we are always committed to the open house but they invited us to participate and I accepted. So to that end, I was working on my website again this week and only have the two gallery pages and the news page to update, also get my images ready and sent in.

And Friday I finished boxing up two pieces to send to the gallery for their anniversary show that will get sent out on Monday. And I'm sort of starting to move the glass related stuff out of the house and into the new room over at the shop, well, one box of jars of frit and powder anyway.

   

My sister is still slowly packing and moving boxes from the old house. She's sort of down to the stuff she wants to keep but doesn't know where she's going to put it all. I imagine a lot of it will go in the shop until she can get herself a small storage building. The realtor wants to put the house on the market mid-September so there's a new urgency to get the rest of the stuff out and the house gussied up a little and we haven't even started on the yard yet, moving all the yard art and plants in pots and digging up other things she wants to take not to mention the estate sale the second weekend in September to get rid of as much of the stuff that she isn't keeping as she can. We spent the afternoon over at the old house Friday moving from room to room emptying them completely and moving all the boxes and stuff that are going with by the garage door and the stuff for the sale to the eat-in kitchen. We got the bedroom and the guest bedroom and more than half of the extra room done, emptying the closets and taking down the rest of the pictures, hauling box after box and stuff not in boxes and pictures through the house to the staging area. Saturday the bathroom got cleaned out and another car load moved.

I don't really have anything to report about the pandemic besides more people are dead and more people are infected and the CDC, under pressure from Trump who is over the whole thing and wants testing stopped, announced, unknown to Dr. Fauci while he  was having surgery, that non-symptomatic people who have been exposed to COVID-19 do not need to get tested. They are exactly the people who need to be tested so that they can self-isolate if they test positive and not spread it around. And of course Republicans continue to claim that this whole pandemic thing is made up by the Democrats to scare people into not voting while they themselves engage in voter suppression. I'll wait another week and will probably go bi-monthly from now on.




Friday, August 28, 2020

going forward


I didn't watch any of the DNC but I read enough via social media to know that it was positive, uplifting, and inclusive and that Biden and Harris will make a genuine effort to heal this country and address some of the social problems and try and get back in the good graces of our allies, repudiate Putin and all other dictators, and try to win back a place on the world stage as well as reversing the most grievous actions of Trump and his administration.

I didn't watch the RNC either and again I read enough on social media to know that another 4 years of Trump will be the end of this nation unless Democrats can get veto proof majorities in both houses of Congress which is unlikely but hopefully we will have the majority in both houses. Last night he pulled off his biggest fuck you to the nation and democracy by staging it on the White House lawn, the people's house and our tax money are not to be used for partisan politics, blatantly  violating the Hatch Act while he claims to be the LAW AND ORDER president. And the Republican response? Eh, nobody cares.  

an aside here,  how long do you think it will take these same republicans to cry foul if Biden does even the least most minor illegal thing Trump has done or if he starts issuing Executive Orders. 

Nobody outside of DC cares. That's their attitude. And the Republican Party has no platform this time around, you know, the document that tells us what they stand for and what they would like to achieve. Apparently Trump is their platform, just Trump and you know just use the whole 2016 thing, whatever it is he wants to do. Basically Trump's whole platform is 'I am the only guy that can fix what I broke'. We're supposed to trust the repair to the guy who broke it.

The RNC was full of stunts from the dictator's handbook...the massive array of flags, the citizenship ceremony of a small but diverse group that didn't know this was going to happen, the pardon, the parade of family members and token others (black, latino, women) singing his praises about what a wonderful caring guy he is 

this is the same guy who had peaceful protesters in front of the White House tear gassed and forcibly removed so he could take a stroll for a fake photo op but yeah, what ev

and how much he has done for them as if we haven't seen and heard with our eyes and ears the lies and cruelty of the Trump administration, demonizing anyone who isn't on board as only he and the people that support him are patriots, and then the fear fear fear, fear of what the country will become unless he is president. 

He paints a dystopian picture of America under Biden...civil unrest, crashed economy, a pandemic out of control, constitutional rights under attack...without acknowledging the fact that this is the current picture of America under his administration. Seriously, he thinks we're that dumb, and unfortunately so many are, but there are indications that this schtick that worked so well last election is falling flat this year. Not with his core cult followers or desperate Republican politicians or the old white men who are desperate to keep the power they have always enjoyed, but with the more moderate Republicans and Independents that voted for him last time. People are tired of the lies, of the division, of the hate and cruelty, of his whining and constant blaming of others, of his ignorance and petulance, of the disregard for the Constitution and the traditions and the laws of this country, tired of footing the bill for the vacations and travels of his entire family and this was reflected in the all important, for Trump, ratings. People didn't watch and in fact last night had the worst ratings in the history of the RNC. The novelty has worn off.

As Heather Cox Richardson wrote in yesterday's newsletter re the old white men desperate to keep the America where they have power over all other Americans: “But that world is passing, whether they like it or not. Even if Trump wins in 2020, he cannot stop the future from coming. And while the United States will not meet that future with the power we had even four years ago, we will have to meet it nonetheless. It will be no less exciting and offer no fewer opportunities than the dramatic changes of the 1850s, 1890s, and 1930s, and at some point, Americans will want to meet those challenges.”

I think I'll end here on that hopeful note, that it come sooner rather than later.




Monday, August 24, 2020

week 22 and week 23


Trump's new doctor on the coronavirus response team, Dr. Scott Atlas, a radiologist (he reads x-rays) who has no experience in public health or infectious diseases or epidemiology but he is a regular contributor to Fox news and he is happy to promote Trump's view of the pandemic.

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From Heather Cox Richardson's newsletter on August 17th (paraphrased) - we lost 1500 people to covid-19 today and an average of 1,000 a day for the previous 17 days. A report in the NYT noted that there were more than 200,000 more deaths in the U.S. since March than in a normal year, suggesting that the death count from the pandemic is currently about 60,000 lower than is accurate.

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While previously there has been little evidence that antibodies from the coronavirus would protect people from re-infection, a fishing vessel with 122 crew members recently returned from 18 days at sea after one of the crew became ill enough to need hospitalization and over 100 other crew members were infected. The three crew members who had antibodies as the ship left port were not among the infected indicating cautiously that coronavirus antibodies do indeed protect someone from infection. And while this is a very small 'study' that has yet to be peer reviewed, this is important information for vaccine development. 

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Two vaccine candidates, the one from German company Pfizer and the other from the biotech Moderna, are entering late stage testing and plan to recruit 60,000 people to test them. Both these contenders, as well as others in the something like 160 different vaccines under development, use specially engineered RNA genetic material to instruct muscle cells in the body to produce a distinctive 'spike' protein found on the surface of the coronavirus. This genetically engineered technique has been in development for a couple of decades and has yet to produce a single vaccine of any kind that has been approved and released for use. The problem with this approach, imo, is that it permanently changes your genetic code and offspring can inherit the changed RNA. This technology is so new that they really have no idea what long term effect the changes in your genetic code will cause or cause to later generations. This NYT site lists the vaccines underdevelopment and groups them by type. 

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Trump and his good buddies HUD Secretary Ben Carson and the My Pillow guy are promoting a new snake oil cure for the coronavirus...oleandrin, a botanical derivative from the poisonous nerium oleander plant. Oleandrin, known by scientists as cardiac glycoside, is the chemical that causes oleanders to be toxic. The company that manufactures it says it has properties similar to digoxin and can treat cancer and though lab studies show that it has some anti-cancer activity in cancer cell lines, there have been no clinical trials in humans showing its effectiveness. They also claim that it can be used to treat heart failure, Hep C, AIDS, and COVID-19 but there is NO scientific evidence to support those claims.

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Trump, without providing any evidence as usual, is now accusing the 'deep state' at the FDA of deliberately delaying coronavirus vaccine trials in an effort prevent a vaccine from being available until after the election.

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Days after the FDA put a hold on the emergency authorization for blood plasma treatment for the virus after top health officials warned that evidence of effectiveness of the treatment was too weak Trump, desperate for a cure or a vaccine before the national election, has pressured the FDA into reinstating the emergency authorization. 

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In another attack on the FDA, Trump's White House, tired of complaints that there isn't enough testing, has taken away the FDA's authority to regulate COVID-19 tests. What this means is that there will be no quality control, no agency demanding proof that the tests work and are reliable. What this means is that any 'approved' lab can manufacture and sell tests without any studies or documentation that they are accurate. Plenty of profit for the labs though.

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It turns out that wearing masks not only protects other people, they protect you as well. Researchers and scientists have found that wearing masks limits the amount of virus that gets in your body resulting in milder symptoms and allowing the body's immune system to cope instead of be overwhelmed. 

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After cutting the CDC out of the coronavirus case and death count information and having hospitals send their data directly to the HHS for political reasons, a move that drew criticism from public health officials, the Trump administration is reversing this policy and returning the responsibility for data collection to the CDC and they now claim it was only an 'interim' change while the CDC worked on building a 'revolutionary' new data system. 

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Current US statistics as of today 8/24/20, 14:25 GMT: cases – 5,876,637, deaths – 180,621. That's an average of about 12,000 deaths a week for the last two weeks. My state, Texas, is, today, #2 after California for the number of coronavirus cases and my county has now jumped up to 1,112 cases and 39 deaths with about half the cases still active.




Saturday, August 22, 2020

bingo, storms, and flowers


Everybody got their 2020 bingo cards ready? Anyone have two hurricanes at one time headed for the Gulf Coast for August? Tropical Storm Laura and imminent Tropical Storm Marco (still just a tropical depression but strengthening) are both being tracked to hit the Gulf Coast. Marco almost dead on for us, Laura to the east possibly just days apart. 


Yay us! They're already going on about hurricane preparedness.

We got an unexpected 1 1/2” of rain in about 2 hours yesterday. I think the forecast was about a 10% chance. So I've been out rethinking my little earthwork which didn't work to keep the rain water away from the slab and working on it some. I have the pile of dirt that I saved when Rocky took out the big brick planter by the front door. It's full of rocks which make it good for this purpose I think so I shoveled many shovelfuls of dirt to build up the area beside this section of the slab so water hopefully drains away because this is in general is one of the lowest parts of the yard and water collects there, employed miscellaneous materials to create a sort of skirt to deflect the water pouring off the roof line when it rains hard even with the gutters and downspouts. Of course this is just one small section of the slab that I worry about but ya gotta start somewhere. So this is my hurricane preparation. Water diversion.

not pretty but hopefully effective

The storm today came with some high winds that, big surprise, knocked dead branches out of the pecans and oaks. It also keeled over two of my banana trees. That makes three since one of them had already keeled over weeks ago. And all three were blooming but only one was making fruit. These trees have gotten so tall and the banana blooms are so heavy, especially with fruit, that I'm not surprised the high wind bent them over. I planted the initial three small to little more than a sprout trees on the edge of the drain field, maybe even on the edge of the drain field and they have grown really tall. I don't imagine I'll have a single one standing but for the newest if a hurricane comes this way but they will grow back and quicker than you might think.


My sister has taken up residence in the new house. Her and the Demon Duo spent their first night last night in the new house. So half the transition is complete. The other half is getting the old house ready to sell and selling it. My sister told me a few years ago that she knew she would be moving one more time before the 'final' move when you get relegated to a care facility. Hopefully we will be some of the lucky ones who can live and die at home. No idea when where or why, just a certainty. Well, now we know when where and why.

A few more blooms...

the rangoon creeper also likes this heat and is putting on another flush,


my other althea which didn't have an open flower the other day,


and much to my surprise I spotted this green milkweed, maybe spider milkweed, growing in my neighbor's ditch when I was walking the dog, surprised because I didn't think this type grew around here. Fortunately she's as bad about keeping her yard and ditch mowed as I am so I'm keeping my eye on it as it goes to seed because I want some.





Wednesday, August 19, 2020

cleaning, organizing, and the summer yard


I cleaned the back bedroom where I sleep this week. Took me two days top to bottom. Well, two half days. I didn't sweep the ceiling or mop the floor (though that's still on the agenda, the floor, not the ceiling) but I did vacuum the walls, cleaned the chair rail and baseboards, wiped down and oiled the furniture, wiped down the floor lamp, wiped down the fan blades and washed the glass shades, washed the windows, wiped the tops of the picture frames and dusted the few things sitting out, vacuumed the floor. I managed to knock one of the supports for the curtain rod on which hangs the lace curtain I got in Portugal out of the sheetrock and now I need anchor screws to hold it back in place.

Pam shows up every morning at the new house, bringing another load, cleaning, organizing, starting to find permanent places. Monday we rearranged the bedroom furniture...again but now we both agree, it's in the best arrangement. Yesterday we moved the grandfather clock...again and again we think it's now in its best place. She has two chairs with matching footstools that have been in the family for a couple of generations and I may be getting one set after she gets the new loveseat she wants for the living room. It will go in my back bedroom where I had been wanting to get a recliner for there so two problems solved. She's supposed to get her internet connection on Friday and then she will be in residence, bringing the Demon Duo with her.

We finally got some rain last night, a little over an inch. Unfortunately it won't have cooled things down as we are supposed to get up in the high 90˚s again today but at least things don't look so sere, at least this morning anyway. The sky has turned that pale blue as if it's been bleached by the summer sun but the days are getting noticeably shorter, the nights longer, the sun is moving to the south as it sets casting shadows on the street earlier which Minnie and I are grateful for when we take our walk in the evening.

The yellow butterfly ginger is starting to bloom,


the altheas aka rose of sharon have been blooming but not as profusely as other years.


The zinnias are looking tired, their foliage getting spotty and brown.


The Texas star hibiscus, our native hibiscus is still giving me the occasional flower to my surprise,


the flowering senna is still blooming,


and the yellow bells as well, they actually like this heat, and I spied this bumblebee pushing its way into the delicate flowers.


This is the time of year when all we can do is wait patiently or impatiently for the weather to break.