Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Anyway, I usually keep to myself when someone is performing repairs at my house so as not to be underfoot, and I've been studying a couple of files in two new cases I have. Once the tech left, I looked around for the cats and heard a meow. I opened the door to the downstairs and garage, but there was no Molly there. I heard another meow and a scratch and discovered the poor kitty trapped in one of our dresser drawers. She apparently went in there to hide from Sarah, and I kicked it shut this morning as I was heading out the door to take Sarah to school. The poor animal was in there for about four hours. I think I heard Emma snickering as the poor kitty charged out of the bedroom.
Molly is upstairs with me in the office now, so I guess I'm forgiven.
A bald, as the name implies, is a bald spot without trees on top of a mountain. When we emerged from the wooded trail onto the bald it was sunny and beautiful, and there was a fawn grazing there. It suddenly got spooked and bolted away. My friend Biff Byrd said, “Did anyone hear that?” We all looked at him and said, “No.” Then we heard a snort from something far bigger than a human being. Biff said, “Pig!” And then everyone, including an amazingly fleet-footed J.P, who had suddenly recovered from his Charlie horse, ran down the other side of the bald to the designated campsite. I promptly took and old log and made a ramp so I could easily get up onto a low tree limb if I needed to. We never did see the boar.
There was already another small group of campers up there with a campfire already going. We were setting up our tents when they came over with some leftover beefaroni and offered it to us. We inhaled it and thanked them. They inquired what we brought for dinner, and it was filet mignon, pasta and olive oil and acorn squash. (J.P. is a chef.) They were amazed.
Another of our friends, Jeff Bond, did not hike up until after dark, something I do not recommend, especially in the mountains. Jeff is kind of goofy, and quite a prankster. As he came into camp, he saw the other guys, and bumbled into their camp roaring as if he were a bear. They were experienced campers, did not buy it and pointed him to our nearby camp.
Jeff is also an experienced hiker, but he was totally discombobulated when he came into camp with his sleeping bag uncoiling and stuff falling out of his pack. He carried a cooler five miles up the mountain, also something I do not recommend, but it was full of fresh shrimp. Jeff is also a pretty good cook, though he no longer does it for a living, and he brought a chef’s hat and apron. The next morning a park ranger rode into camp on a horse as we were cooking breakfast, and J.P. had the hat and apron on and was sauteeing the shrimp. When the ranger saw what we were having for breakfast, he smiled, shook his head and rode away.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
A man who lives next door to where Sherry works knocked on their door today and told her that her back tire was low. One of her headlights is out, and the car needs an oil change, so she took it to a mechanic near her office. They advised that the steel belts were showing on two of her tires and that she needs to replace all three. She's planning a road trip to Nashville this weekend to see Joey and Jake and Grams, so it is fortunate she discovered it before her road trip. We had a blow out in my car last year on Interstate 40, and it was no fun.
Monday, April 28, 2008
After a dreadfully dreary morning, the sun is starting to come out, and the weather is supposed to be nice through the rest of the week. This morning's rain erased about a week's worth of sidewalk chalk art, so I bet Sarah will be anxious to create something new.
Sarah would have been heartbroken if she had to stay away from the kitty, so I'm glad no surgery is needed. Sarah can continue to manhandle the poor little creature with impunity.
Molly the kitten was literally pulling the chain of the cave troll that lives upstairs at our house, and she's been batting one of those little purple-haired trolls all around downstairs. She also discovered an ant in Sarah's room and apparently ate it, after pawing and dancing on it a bit. I would recommend that she stick to the ants and lay off of the cave troll.
Les and Fraz have been battling a stomach bug. They were feeling better yesterday, but stayed home so as not to expose us to what sounded like a horrible illness. There are respiratory and stomach bugs going around here in Maryville, and I am really hoping to avoid any further illnesses.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
In other gardening news, we planted the obligatory bean plant that Sarah brought home from school. Hopefully it will be more successful now that we've liberated it from that plastic cup. Finally, we potted a geranium that we bought a couple of weeks ago, and moved it onto the back deck to provide a little color back there.
Starry Night, so named because it reminded astronomers of the Van Gogh painting. It is a halo of light around a star in the Milky Way.
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Wild as mink but sweet as soda pop up in Tuckaleechee Cove
Sarah learns how to do laundry the old-fashioned way, with lye soap and a warshboard. (Yes, I spelled it that way intentionally, because that's the way you say it.)
Godspeed, breakfast casserole.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Sarah watched the balloons until they got pretty high in the air. It will be interesting to find out where they land. They have tags on them requesting that anyone who finds one call the school.
Note the horses in the background. They were very interested in all of the humans coming up to the fence until the balloons went up, and then they bolted.
Then I come back to the office, one of our student workers was in the office showing another student how to type a label on the typewriter. He said, “have you ever seen one of these things?”
Campus life sure has changed…..
I am captain of an old, formerly red, now pink, sixteen foot Mohawk canoe, the Enterprise, and I used to keep a log of the activities each time I went out on it. I lived on Louisville Lake, which is connected to the main channel of the Tennessee River. I didn’t have frontage, but my next door neighbors did, and when I bought the Enterprise for $250.00, they kindly invited me to chain it to a tree on their property right down by the water’s edge. In return, I told them they could use it anytime I wasn’t, and it turned out to be a good bargain.
I had more fun on that lake than I could ever put into words, even though in a canoe you can’t really paddle very far unless you really want to work, which I didn’t. I cleaned up the interior of one island, about ten minutes paddling distance from my house, and over the course of a couple of years made one of the coolest campsites I’ve ever camped in. From the lake, it still looked like an overgrown island of scrub bushes and privet hedge, inside it was nicely cleared and had a rock-lined firepit and a couple of tables made out of the spools that electrical cable comes on. (A friend’s family was in the business.) Laura named that island Mad Goose Island, because we stirred up a goose on her nest when we were going out to check out the island the first time one spring. The water was also very high after a flood, and so that probably had the goose upset anyway.
We also made a pretty decent campsite on another, larger island, which was handy when we had lots of campers. We never quite got it as nicely situated as Mad Goose. We went out to have a look around last year, and it is still fit for camping, if you take a rake and shovel. We haven’t checked Mad Goose, which had two goats living on it during part of the time we lived in Nashville. My sources say the goats are no longer out there. I just hope they like to eat poison ivy and privet hedge. I hate privet hedge!
The only river canoeing I’ve done is at the Narrows of the Harpeth, which is west of Nashville. It is at a place on the Harpeth River where there is a big bend in the river, so that the place where you put your canoe in is very close by land to the place where you take it out. The trip by river can take as long as a day, though we usually did the half day trip. The Harpeth flows all through Bellevue, the area of Nashvegas where we lived, and I always thought it would be fun to see the neighborhood from the river.
I know that when I first got my canoe on Louisville Lake part of the fun was meeting my lake neighbors. There was one guy at the end of my street, Boilermaker Bill, who I met because he usually sat on his dock in the evenings when I liked to go out for a paddle. Another really nice fellow I met on the lake was Dave the Fishmonger, who also lived on my street, and who, despite his trade, loved to fish. If I told him I was going fishing, he’d either join me on the lake, or run in and get me the bait fish that he’d just caught with a casting net so I could fish with what the bigger fish were eating anyway. He knows what he’s doing. I’m an amateur.
I’ve got to put my boat on the water!
Molly goes back to the vet next week so they can inspect the problem she had with her surgical wound from being spayed. Since the anti-inflammatory hasn't helped, I suspect they're going to cut her open again. Poor kitty!
Molly the cat is stretched out asleep on Emma's spot on the back of the sofa. Poor Emma! Evicted by a kitten.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
He seemed authentic, but I thought I should proceed with an interview for what was, after all, an important position.
“With all due respect, sir, you appear to be very qualified; however, I would like to ask you a few questions, if I might,” said I.
“Aye, matey, get on with it,” the pirate captain sighed.
“Could you tell me how you came to have that wooden peg leg?” I inquired.
The pirate said, “Well, matey, I was sailing my schooner in the Atlantic Ocean, when a great white shark jumped up over the bow of my ship, and bit off my leg. That’s why I hobble along on this wooden peg leg.”
I persisted, “Well, then how did you come to have that hook?”
“Matey,” the pirate continued, “I was harpooning a killer whale in the South Seas, when he twisted his head around and tore off part of me arm, and that’s why I have this here hook.”
Curious, I asked, “Well, what happened to your eye.”
The pirate answered, “I was searching with my spyglass for an island with buried treasure. I heard a seagull call in the sky above me, and I looked up. Then a seagull turd hit me right in the eye.”
Amazed, I inquired, “A seagull turd put out your eye?”
The pirate responded, “No, matey. That was the first day I had me hook.”
I took the kitten to the vet yesterday, and they inspected the surgical wound from the spaying operation. It looks herniated, and they decided to put her on an anti-inflammatory medication and look at her again next week, when she needs to be brought back to the vet for a booster shot.
All and all, Molly is getting over her initial shyness and is very personable. Sarah is still manhandling the poor beast, so we continue to work on teaching her to be gentle with the tiny creature.
Monday, April 21, 2008
I also like to pull into the justice center with the theme from Perry Mason blasting on my car stereo, just so everyone knows I'm coming.
Most of what is still left in boxes are oddities from my den, so I am enjoying finding some of my strange treasures, including souvenirs from my travels. I am very pleased to have my stereo hooked up downstairs, and it sounds good down there. There's something about rock and roll and a garage that just go together.
Sarah is very pleased with the art and home living areas I made for her down there, so it is becoming more like living space and less like storage space, though it will serve both purposes.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
I've posted about soft drinks before, and I still prefer a variety. Right now Mountain Dew and Cheerwine are what I drink the most of.
I'm also working on setting up a play area for Sarah and recreational area for me down there. Sarah's school has play areas, or centers, and I made her a pretend stove with a box and aluminum foil as part of her "home living center" like she has at school.
When Bessie got shaved once so the vet could sew her up after a fight, I joked about taking her down to a local tattoo parlor and asking them to tattoo her. I never thought I'd actually one day own a tattooed cat.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
In the fictional 24th century of Star Trek, humans had not yet untied the knot; however, in 1993, an English mathematician did. I remember reading this Time magazine article at the time and being moved by the idea of this man solving a problem that people had been working on since the 1600's. I love the article's description of the scholars at the conference realizing that their colleague was working equations to provide the "wonderful proof" and bursting into "wild applause" as he solved the centuries-old puzzle. It is a wonderful story, even if you hate math, because of this one man's triumphant success and his colleagues' enthusiastic response to it.
Friday, April 18, 2008
I am by no means a linguist, but I wish I were. I'm very curious what members of other cultures say when someone sneezes. Speakers of English typically say, "God bless you!" (Though my Grandmother Ogle would chastise Granddaddy, "I sneeze too, but not that loud.") Gesundheit, which is German, is the second most common response to another's sneeze in the United States, and it is a wish for good health. I studied Russian in college, and they say, "Bood zdrovye." In classic Russian style, it is a command. "Be healthy!"
What didn't occur to me about all of this is the idea that humans have a fundamental inclination to acknowledge a sneeze in some fashion. I usually enjoy Snopes.com for debunking urban myths, but I really enjoyed the discussion of this subject I found there, though it is by no means authoritative.
Here are a few of my suggestions... Persian names of course ; )Peeshee (means kitty)Malous (means cute) pronounced Maalous (long A)Asal (means honey) pronounced AasaalRaha (means free) pronounced RaahauSaba (means gentel breeze) pronounced SaabauTala (means gold) pronounced TaalauHugs and kisses to everyone...
My Aunt Jane Ogle Webb, a school librarian, introduced me to the Longfellow poem about Revere's famous ride when I was a boy. I still have a copy of it she sent me when I was in college, and I make an effort to read the poem on this day each year and remember the men who fought so long ago. I posted the poem here last year.
Grandmother and Granddaddy took us to Boston when we were kids, and we climbed the tower of the Old North Church. The Old North Church link has some history, as well as a link to a National Public Radio site that has a reading of the poem. If you really want to get in the spirit, take a look at the live webcam overlooking Boston Harbor, which is particularly beautiful this morning.
I am attending the deposition of a witness in a case that was filed in Blount County, but the witness has since moved to Nashville. A local lawyer here asked me if I would handle the deposition in Nashville for him, since he knows of my Nashville connection. Joey and Jake have not visited us here since the weekend we moved, so it made sense for me to bring them back with me when I conclude my deposition. I suspect we won't get home until 8:00 to 9:00 p.m., which is about the time I normally head for bed.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
I looked at a cat name website for ideas, and I didn't see anything that jumped out at me. It helps to have a feel for the cat's personality, and this kitty's still pretty shy right now.
I saw that the website had a list of names for tuxedo cats, and I was curious if Bessie was on the list, since that was the name my sister Laura gave the tuxedo cat she gave me back in the 90's. She named her that because her markings reminded her of a cow, but that must not have occurred to the people who made the list.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Unless something changes, I'm going to be bringing Jake and Joey home with me Friday, so I got the sequel to a book of ghost stories we listened to last time we made such a trip.
Unfortunately, this will abort our plan to vacation in Washington, DC, in conjunction with our family reunion in Roanoke in June. With all of the communication going on with my Albamonte cousins who live up in the Washington area, I was looking forward to visiting up there. The kids are at the age where they could appreciate all of the sightseeing, though I'm not sure if we could get them to eat Ethiopian food, which was all the rage in Washington the last time I visited. We can't pass up the free posh pad at the beach, so we'll have to postpone our Washington trip.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
I had to haul her to court with me this afternoon, and I'm glad I did, because we would have never made it to the doctor's office on time if we hadn't. The judge's secretary very kindly entertained her while I took care of my brief hearing, and Sarah left the courthouse with a kitty sticker book. I owe the courthouse a big thanks for accommodating us.
Monday, April 14, 2008
I also broke an electrical outlet, so I've got to get an electrian out here to fix it. I'm pretty handy with a pen and paper or with the Tennessee Rules of Evidence or Civil Procedure, but around the house I cause more damage than I'm worth in help. I need to hire a handyman.
UPDATE: So far, so good. We'll see if there's a lake in the kitchen when I return from court.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
It was a fun outing, though. Here's Mom posing with Stewart and her granddaughters. Grace is wearing one of Sarah's dresses.