they come home tomorrow so I may have the house to myself yet again. yesterday I watched The Help, which we'd read for book club the month before last. It was a funny story with lots of tragedy and so forth, a good romance, she does end up with the senator but that's not truly implied here. she goes to harper and row as an editor's assistant, she lives in an antebellum sort ofhouse and her mother has had ulcers for a while. the maids have a different life, theirs is inbetweeny and transient in the way of all flesh to be subservient to their master in heaven: we should endure this because it is what we know? I doubt it. It's a back and forth story because the scary parts happened in the late fifties early sixties and now is a time for reflection on it because I don't think people really care to mix races even now. This is why I like to study British film because they don't seem to have that problem so much. I figure to learn from this how it is they are more accepting and less racially biased but then, where i am we only have the indians and it's different. It truly is. they are a different race with different cultural values but there's the citizen thing and it makes us all velveeta in the smoothness of its absorption quality. we don't really have to blame anyone for it because we don't seem to mind it at all.
and then there is the havana angle, which I wanted to get into again but now I have to go get ready to go to the hospital and I think that means having a shower and getting dressed, which I'd better get busy with since I've eaten and written about the new baby. now i'm going back to see him again and I need to call the girls and tell them what a sweetie this child is, talk to my mother and tell her as well, talk to the boys and give them my version of things..
so again away and the havana characters will remain on the stage in their roles as thunder and lightening...for now
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Thursday, November 10, 2011
there we go, complete with blueberry muffin
interesting that this one a little different than the others..I was just about to blog my heart out on the subject of the what...? I do believe I was going to 'task' these comments, direct them to a certain end..but I've got the situation at hand with a blueberry muffin and a fresh cup of decaf..and I forget what I was going to say..hmm, there's a way to fix that but stream of consciousness writing doesn't work that way, to my way of thinking...I think was going to describe willison cottage itself..and why I call it Mermaid's Reef..and what's the big deal about that? in those terms..
ok, first off, because I'm using the mermaidonthereef blog, it's to talk about what needs done to willison cottage, what happened to it, what I'm doing to it, going to do to it (as I chomp on a muffin and sip on a coffee) and why I want to do this anyway
first of all, in summer this is a pretty magical place
the lacy fern the cottonwood, the stream, the giant yellow iris, the beach..the birds, all of it in a messy lot that lacks definition
last summer we put a fence between myself and the gallery. sue wanted to do it, I didn't have an opinion other than I love to work at things like this and so it went up. we never got to the gate but I found a big old post with hooks on one side of it where the gate slides on and now I look for fastening rings with which to set the gate panel itself. I'm not a really terrible carpenter but I'm not very skilled either. simple is good for me. there's some bundles of wire fence to skirt where the fence went high, to complete the closing in of the yard for the dogs getting out. I don't think they're about to cross the stream, they're not that kind of dog. There's little children at Sue's from time to time, they could come over and play when I have the swings and slide up. That's another plan and times I've fallen asleep dreaming of how the main beam holds the swings and the supports are notched just so to hold it up. I wasn't sure about where it went, where the swings would be placed because I have the garden space allocated now, it looks like an upside down 'L' and is being mulched and cultivated with potatoes presently. To the other side of it, where I first began, there's onions and chive competing with the wild stuff, a rugged border between it and the garden path, now lined with shingle from the roof as a paved walkway. beach grass and wild rose are in a little triangle at that side of the 'L' but they'll give way to something more modern, less primitive...some glorious bush like the camelia from the other yard, perhaps..although I like the disengenuous continuity I have so far achieved in my efforts here.
Perhaps I should describe how the yard looked before I began to rearrange it. There was enough bramble back there, garbage, water, to make me feel as though I'd never get it cleaned up. It was a wild place, it was let go..it was a torrent of disuse. The blackberry canes went everywhere and ripped at me, my clothing, my bare arms and hands, shins, wore out my tools, but I never took a chainsaw to it, I clipped it down piece by fierce piece, until it was as Sue says 'beat back'. The hydrangea rises along the fence now, the little orange lillies have distinct places or origin, there is still a lot of water grass, razor grass, wild rose, and there's a random pampas now, lots of the yellow iris, a path that divides just outside the basement door going to sue's and to the stream...where to put the swings...
I guess the swings have to wait for another time to speak to them because they should be there somewhere. I've put on a clothesline, kind of a necessity but the lines are thick rope and that won't do, not next summer. i envisioned the lines holding silkscreen printing, clothespinned on, what would I paint? it was that little orange lilly I painted on the deck..the deck that wasn't there when the house came to me...there was a big hole there then...the back door intact but the floor inside of it, nope..gone.., most of the area just disintegrated from the weather
the weather is pretty fierce, not like here in the fall, where it's cool and there's someone in the kitchen standing on the marble floor making a smoothie...the weather there does rival the canadian brunswicks I think, newfoundland, and so on...although when the sun comes out the weather is timid, frail in the sun..very kind..you can find lovely agates on the beach, they sparkle in the sun..but then, the dog runs along the water's edge and you fail to look closely and you miss a lot of them
the beach is nearby, the river's mouth is making a set to with where it wants to establish itself and so the beach has been recarved, the only way to walk it now is to go all the way down to slip point and enter there, where the road stops in front of Bob's trailer, take that path down to where the river now comes out and then walk back up again...a long haul, several miles, but if you're in the mood to do so, have a pot of soup in the crockpot and fresh bread rising, you could make a day of it easy..and listen to music when you get back, write to your kids, hmmm..I see where I was thinking about 'charming billy' and wondering why not everyone feels as happy to contemplate what one could do..living where one does
I don't feel the least bit homesick at present. I like the fact I can stand back here and reanalyze what I've done so far at the Reef...the garage is painted like a Rauschenberg wanna be project, all sorts of flamboyant color on one side, the other side a little mural of a sandpiper that reads 'welcome to clallam bay' for those returning from Neah Bay...I guess it's going to stay there, but the garage is three different aspects of consideration presently and I think I ought to pull it together some how, some day...
Under the garage is my stacks of wood to build a deck along the back. Julius scoffs at what I've got there "need some good McLanahan timber on that" he observes and doesn't want to be the brave one that climbs sue's tall ladder to attach the roughcut boards that I see going along the eves of the garage roof...I found those in the woods, I figure the wookies (sasquatch)left them for me, as their contribution to the bizarreness of what the garage has transformed into...the tin can lids, removed from the canned corn, green beans, carrots, whathave you, nailed along the yard side of the garage, along the border, like a great fish scale, something I saw in Alaska, as siding on a house..various paints there, with those scales (the tin lids)..dark wood stain, bright blue and green and splashes, two wooden paintings on that wall, a tribute to the big splasher himself..I wanna say Rothko or Portnoy but it's that one that does that paint drip so well, him...why doesn't his name come to me? I was thinking when he painted like that, he really could draw and represent what he saw, but he was talking to the processes by which we conceive our impression, working on those, and it does work, it works very well, it's so deep and mystical it defies time in its application/technique...still can't think of his name...that one anyway
yesterday it was Ken Kesey that I was thinking of...it was a little documentary of his life and times..even he looks conservative now, but he never was, never was anything but himself and his way of thinking, all to help everyone else because he had so much of it, what he had...enthusiasm, laughter, a serious side about what good is war? his magic bus now rising out of the loam on Stange's (stan geez) old farm, a rusty relic gaining momentum to fly again down the highways...a way of life we shall all embrace with open arms because there is laughter there, a place to express our emotions and not have them grow twisted in darkness..
well, I was talking about the landscape of the Reef wasn't I? or the projects, there's plenty of tile and mortar but you know it's hard to come up with the proverbial 'glue'..what do you use? mastic, has to be...and then the tiles go on, and they're rugged here and there, the kitchen counter has been decorated with them, the kitchen sink awaits a smoothing off, no granite here, just mom's filigree..and then there's cupboards from across the street old doors rescued before the pin bugs got to them, with little glass nobs and paint peeling off in great rolls, from a ceiling that sees the sky, but could be a boathouse, if we had license to do it..
the galley sink and no cupboards there but there could be, it would just quash the space I think, rather plants, growing the orchid in the steam of the sink would be a good thing, the side deck having given birth to one really nice painting called 'top of the wave' already..that impresses me that two years of study of the wave processes, how to interpret what I see in that energy of motion, the colors contained in it...it came off quite nicely..and the laundry, washer and dryer there, to contain the processes of making art, the porch itself quite sturdy thanks to Green's hammer..hehe, how nice that was to have the lumber of McLanahan, only a few dollars, and the truck hauled it all..I'd like it to be on the back side of the house as well, that same sturdiness and rugged timber, to observe the elements and the back yard
I go to the side porch in evenings to drink a beer and smoke a cigarette, the only time I sit down long enough to study what I've been doing. Mornings I might have my coffee there, definitely I have the radio on and the back door open winter or summer because I use wood heat and it flows everywhere...if I had the back deck on I'd redo the bathroom, make the present one the bathroom off the backbedroom, extend the studio onto the porch create a widow's walk above to see the river's mouth.
so there's plans but there's still no consideration of where the swings should go..and they should be somewhere in the backyard, probably where the deck ends the swings would go parallel to it..a gravel stretch beneath them...a slide at the side, as long as the path was retained
swings..and children, there has to be a set of children forever in my home..along with dogs and pizza and kittens and a handsome man to hold court there..hehe..now I am talking in lines of poetry..
whew..
ok, first off, because I'm using the mermaidonthereef blog, it's to talk about what needs done to willison cottage, what happened to it, what I'm doing to it, going to do to it (as I chomp on a muffin and sip on a coffee) and why I want to do this anyway
first of all, in summer this is a pretty magical place
the lacy fern the cottonwood, the stream, the giant yellow iris, the beach..the birds, all of it in a messy lot that lacks definition
last summer we put a fence between myself and the gallery. sue wanted to do it, I didn't have an opinion other than I love to work at things like this and so it went up. we never got to the gate but I found a big old post with hooks on one side of it where the gate slides on and now I look for fastening rings with which to set the gate panel itself. I'm not a really terrible carpenter but I'm not very skilled either. simple is good for me. there's some bundles of wire fence to skirt where the fence went high, to complete the closing in of the yard for the dogs getting out. I don't think they're about to cross the stream, they're not that kind of dog. There's little children at Sue's from time to time, they could come over and play when I have the swings and slide up. That's another plan and times I've fallen asleep dreaming of how the main beam holds the swings and the supports are notched just so to hold it up. I wasn't sure about where it went, where the swings would be placed because I have the garden space allocated now, it looks like an upside down 'L' and is being mulched and cultivated with potatoes presently. To the other side of it, where I first began, there's onions and chive competing with the wild stuff, a rugged border between it and the garden path, now lined with shingle from the roof as a paved walkway. beach grass and wild rose are in a little triangle at that side of the 'L' but they'll give way to something more modern, less primitive...some glorious bush like the camelia from the other yard, perhaps..although I like the disengenuous continuity I have so far achieved in my efforts here.
Perhaps I should describe how the yard looked before I began to rearrange it. There was enough bramble back there, garbage, water, to make me feel as though I'd never get it cleaned up. It was a wild place, it was let go..it was a torrent of disuse. The blackberry canes went everywhere and ripped at me, my clothing, my bare arms and hands, shins, wore out my tools, but I never took a chainsaw to it, I clipped it down piece by fierce piece, until it was as Sue says 'beat back'. The hydrangea rises along the fence now, the little orange lillies have distinct places or origin, there is still a lot of water grass, razor grass, wild rose, and there's a random pampas now, lots of the yellow iris, a path that divides just outside the basement door going to sue's and to the stream...where to put the swings...
I guess the swings have to wait for another time to speak to them because they should be there somewhere. I've put on a clothesline, kind of a necessity but the lines are thick rope and that won't do, not next summer. i envisioned the lines holding silkscreen printing, clothespinned on, what would I paint? it was that little orange lilly I painted on the deck..the deck that wasn't there when the house came to me...there was a big hole there then...the back door intact but the floor inside of it, nope..gone.., most of the area just disintegrated from the weather
the weather is pretty fierce, not like here in the fall, where it's cool and there's someone in the kitchen standing on the marble floor making a smoothie...the weather there does rival the canadian brunswicks I think, newfoundland, and so on...although when the sun comes out the weather is timid, frail in the sun..very kind..you can find lovely agates on the beach, they sparkle in the sun..but then, the dog runs along the water's edge and you fail to look closely and you miss a lot of them
the beach is nearby, the river's mouth is making a set to with where it wants to establish itself and so the beach has been recarved, the only way to walk it now is to go all the way down to slip point and enter there, where the road stops in front of Bob's trailer, take that path down to where the river now comes out and then walk back up again...a long haul, several miles, but if you're in the mood to do so, have a pot of soup in the crockpot and fresh bread rising, you could make a day of it easy..and listen to music when you get back, write to your kids, hmmm..I see where I was thinking about 'charming billy' and wondering why not everyone feels as happy to contemplate what one could do..living where one does
I don't feel the least bit homesick at present. I like the fact I can stand back here and reanalyze what I've done so far at the Reef...the garage is painted like a Rauschenberg wanna be project, all sorts of flamboyant color on one side, the other side a little mural of a sandpiper that reads 'welcome to clallam bay' for those returning from Neah Bay...I guess it's going to stay there, but the garage is three different aspects of consideration presently and I think I ought to pull it together some how, some day...
Under the garage is my stacks of wood to build a deck along the back. Julius scoffs at what I've got there "need some good McLanahan timber on that" he observes and doesn't want to be the brave one that climbs sue's tall ladder to attach the roughcut boards that I see going along the eves of the garage roof...I found those in the woods, I figure the wookies (sasquatch)left them for me, as their contribution to the bizarreness of what the garage has transformed into...the tin can lids, removed from the canned corn, green beans, carrots, whathave you, nailed along the yard side of the garage, along the border, like a great fish scale, something I saw in Alaska, as siding on a house..various paints there, with those scales (the tin lids)..dark wood stain, bright blue and green and splashes, two wooden paintings on that wall, a tribute to the big splasher himself..I wanna say Rothko or Portnoy but it's that one that does that paint drip so well, him...why doesn't his name come to me? I was thinking when he painted like that, he really could draw and represent what he saw, but he was talking to the processes by which we conceive our impression, working on those, and it does work, it works very well, it's so deep and mystical it defies time in its application/technique...still can't think of his name...that one anyway
yesterday it was Ken Kesey that I was thinking of...it was a little documentary of his life and times..even he looks conservative now, but he never was, never was anything but himself and his way of thinking, all to help everyone else because he had so much of it, what he had...enthusiasm, laughter, a serious side about what good is war? his magic bus now rising out of the loam on Stange's (stan geez) old farm, a rusty relic gaining momentum to fly again down the highways...a way of life we shall all embrace with open arms because there is laughter there, a place to express our emotions and not have them grow twisted in darkness..
well, I was talking about the landscape of the Reef wasn't I? or the projects, there's plenty of tile and mortar but you know it's hard to come up with the proverbial 'glue'..what do you use? mastic, has to be...and then the tiles go on, and they're rugged here and there, the kitchen counter has been decorated with them, the kitchen sink awaits a smoothing off, no granite here, just mom's filigree..and then there's cupboards from across the street old doors rescued before the pin bugs got to them, with little glass nobs and paint peeling off in great rolls, from a ceiling that sees the sky, but could be a boathouse, if we had license to do it..
the galley sink and no cupboards there but there could be, it would just quash the space I think, rather plants, growing the orchid in the steam of the sink would be a good thing, the side deck having given birth to one really nice painting called 'top of the wave' already..that impresses me that two years of study of the wave processes, how to interpret what I see in that energy of motion, the colors contained in it...it came off quite nicely..and the laundry, washer and dryer there, to contain the processes of making art, the porch itself quite sturdy thanks to Green's hammer..hehe, how nice that was to have the lumber of McLanahan, only a few dollars, and the truck hauled it all..I'd like it to be on the back side of the house as well, that same sturdiness and rugged timber, to observe the elements and the back yard
I go to the side porch in evenings to drink a beer and smoke a cigarette, the only time I sit down long enough to study what I've been doing. Mornings I might have my coffee there, definitely I have the radio on and the back door open winter or summer because I use wood heat and it flows everywhere...if I had the back deck on I'd redo the bathroom, make the present one the bathroom off the backbedroom, extend the studio onto the porch create a widow's walk above to see the river's mouth.
so there's plans but there's still no consideration of where the swings should go..and they should be somewhere in the backyard, probably where the deck ends the swings would go parallel to it..a gravel stretch beneath them...a slide at the side, as long as the path was retained
swings..and children, there has to be a set of children forever in my home..along with dogs and pizza and kittens and a handsome man to hold court there..hehe..now I am talking in lines of poetry..
whew..
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
linkages
somewhere in the depths of summer
lawns got mowed, swims got swum
kids came and went
there was music and light
lots of paint and constructing
in preparation for the seasons
and the years
to come
lawns got mowed, swims got swum
kids came and went
there was music and light
lots of paint and constructing
in preparation for the seasons
and the years
to come
Fall has settled in
yep, so it is...has been a beautiful summer here, the weather so breezy and fine, plenty of sun..this now having given forth to rain, not quite in buckets yet, but still, a good bit of it, things having greened up from the prospect, I do wonder about the numbers of animals at my home...another dog, Gino, who came to us as a casualty of the highway. he's doing well. just had a little drink of water as I sit here in the Visitor's Center, having put out the sandwich board announcing 'tourist information' and the arrow at the lower end of the board pointing to the open sign and the entry door...yep, it's wet and drizzly and there's changes afoot. the little couple that rents Michelina Haus are looking for new quarters. The piano never made it to the 'reef' and is still encased in the garage at Michelina Haus..well, they have a new baby now and it's all a bit much on them, being responsible for that place..so I have to decide how to manage it, if I should move back there, as the 'reef' isn't quite the 'reef' without some children in it...my large-bodied foster son having returned to his biofamily early in the summer..did get it approved for residency, however, the 'reef' and I think it would be the better of the two locations, but that begs the question of what to do with Michelina Haus..as it doesn't seem possible to actually sell it in this market, being as there are places for sale but few for rent. I haven't had the best of luck renting it, this current couple well, they were tidy enough in the main house but the garage with the things stored there was chronically out of hand most of the time...looking like a great jumble of stuff with ripe garbage here and there...and, whatever, was fun to redo the floors, still need more work there as I located some floor tile for the kitchen to replace the kitchen carpet in that area, but I found this longtime leak under the floor in the laundry, no doubt coming from the pipe to the washing machine, so that will have to be fixed...and the bathroom sink drain is slow again, want to pour some drano down that, but then again, I want to see how my handiwork turned out in the bookroom, where I restored the hardwood floor and varathaned..haven't been back to see how it looks because I haven't been able to communicate with the young couple, they're holed up in there, not talking, which is a difficult situation because I can't find the lease agreement we all signed...I just have to sort papers for a day and it'll turn up I think, meanwhile, I miss having kids in the house, it's very quiet at home with the dogs and the roughed up cat, who was also hit by a car and now has this ludicrous appendage for a tail since it seems it's been destroyed by the injury and is wanting to drop right off. Cat is much better, fed several times a day small meals and lots of sleep has gotten him restored but he's definitely shaken to the core and I can't see him having the tail surgically removed without a great shock to his already weak system. So we let him lay about, resting as he will, getting many pets and encouragement. He couldn't walk at first, like the little dog, but they're both up and about now, steadily building strength.
There was another young couple interested in buying Michelina Haus but in talking to their extended family I wonder if they could actually see it through. I suppose I ought to get in touch with my brother's friend, the realtor in Port Angeles and see about listing it as my broker here is very busy with a substitute teaching position in Neah Bay for the next few months. She had advised me to find a young family for that house and they'd probably end up buying it, which I thought was going to be the case but has turned out rather unpleasantly instead, so I think maybe just list it and let it go. I went round and round on this topic just this morning with a financial advisor who kind of put the ball in my court as far as being aggressive about it but I don't know that I have a clear understanding of it all even yet, as I drive by the house and see it occupied but with no guarantee of how things will be resolved.
Meanwhile, I have been attending EMT training and going out on ambulance calls. This day I am wearing a radio with microphone in case an alarm goes off. Just checked it to see that I'm getting the signal properly and I am. Yesterday was at the firehall helping inventory stock in both ambulances. There was a discussion of rate of pay for going on a call and it sounds like ten dollars a volunteer per trip. So far I've been on about five of those but I'm thinking as a volunteer student, I probably don't get that as yet. Here comes some visitors to the Visitor Center, 'hello'...
I tell them about the Slip Point lighthouse installation, that isn't really a lighthouse but is a grand old dormitory type building housing two families currently that avails itself of some parking and beachcombing which they say they've seen but didn't find an actual lighthouse structure, which there isn't. The weather continues overcast and I've been here just short of an hour already. Sunset is at 6:50 p.m. today, sunrise having been at 7:20 a.m., which is pretty darn late after the 5:30 am sunrises of the summer. I've had a late breakfast/early luncheon of banana bread and vanilla ice cream with my conversational friend and I don't feel the need of sustenance although if for lack of anything better to do, I might want some.
I've just put out the donations jar which I thought of doing while the visitors were here but don't want to seem aggressive about it. I realize I've forgotten the novel I was given to read at the chatty friend house and wonder if I'm up for lolling with a book in hand when there's so much to be done at Mermaid's Reef/Willison Cottage, which has had a new version of the roof installed in the late end of summer and still bleeds from the gills in regret of my apprentice skills. I'm happy with the ceiling in the affected bedroom but now that the cool weather is upon us, I feel the need to brace myself for the chill to come, so I'll be looking at the wiring under the house in terms of how in the heck did the dishwasher get installed? and while at it, plan the application of insulation to the areas affected by the coolness. There's also a drainfield to install under the front windows, along the foundation, where I have a wonderfully green flexible (sort of)hose to lay to catch water wanting to roll under the house and instead be tubed to the backyard and a catchment already in place there. All summer the creek was cleaned and cleared and fortified along its banks and it's doing well except for one spot where I planted forsythia in hopes I could garden prettily there next summer. I still have some rugged frame boards to put up on the back eve of the little garage (Willison's Cottage, I suppose I could call it) but I tremor at the thought of being on a ladder there with those heavy boards, although I did put up twenty' fascia on the back of the house while working on the roof, so I know I could do it. There's a gutter needing to go there as well and the garage itself has a dresser that needs to go in the bedroom off the kitchen, some carpeting that might do under the house till I get to the insulation business but that capped wire that was running the dishwasher off a 110 outlet, well, when I found out what had been done there, I disabled that arrangement and it needs to be done properly, so there's a matter of priority in how all this is achieved, of course.
Not thinking of returning to Michelina Haus but am thinking about the trip to Phoenix coming up for the delivery of my daughter's baby. I'd want any foster kids that come into my care before then to be properly supervised and that has been achieved in that there is a person standing by for that assignment and she says she'd stay there with the kids while I was away being the new grandmother. However, the kids aren't with me as yet so I don't know if that will come about before I have to be in Phoenix. And with the weather the way it now is, I'd as soon as go now as later, but my daughter wants me to help her become a new mother, assist with the new baby needs, and that wouldn't be necessary until the baby is home. Home for him at the moment is still riding around in his mother's womb. Frankly, she sounds a little fatigued at this point though she plans to continue to work until she delivers. She's feeling rather large now, I think, by the way she talks, her feet hurt and she says she thinks about foot massages a lot.
So I could fly down and rub her feet or I could wait until a little closer to the due date, which is the current plan. Meanwhile, I want to get my house in order for new foster kids, it pretty much is, having gone through the home inspection and visit from the licensing person, who's very nice. I don't have my renewed license in hand as yet but I'm sure it will be along shortly, as my training requires and so on are more than adequate. I do feel a little uneasy at the state Michelina Haus is currently in and last night at the firehall I sat next to my former neighbor when I lived in that residence. I felt uneasy being next to her as I find her somewhat of a burden these days with her overwhelming ability to be outspoken on any subject. It was unnerving. I listened to her for years, she was a good neighbor to me but she has always been like that and I have so much more rapport with my new neighbors. We're always doing fun things together, not like this neighbor, who has to run off and work 'in her room' at school most of the time. I think she hides there but that's her choice. Now it's the young couple soon to be gone that are in MH and with that in mind I wonder what's next for that house.
and it's quarter after one. i have a meeting at 7 at the Sekiu Center, I could put in a good block of time at Mermaid's Reef putting the other desk actually it's the Graham desk in the area where I now I have the computer, filing papers according to subject and not to convenience, setting up some groundrules for myself on what bills to pay (hehe, like there's funds to do that!!) always worrying about money more than I should...well, so be it..I could close up here now that I've had some visitors...decisions, decisions...
There was another young couple interested in buying Michelina Haus but in talking to their extended family I wonder if they could actually see it through. I suppose I ought to get in touch with my brother's friend, the realtor in Port Angeles and see about listing it as my broker here is very busy with a substitute teaching position in Neah Bay for the next few months. She had advised me to find a young family for that house and they'd probably end up buying it, which I thought was going to be the case but has turned out rather unpleasantly instead, so I think maybe just list it and let it go. I went round and round on this topic just this morning with a financial advisor who kind of put the ball in my court as far as being aggressive about it but I don't know that I have a clear understanding of it all even yet, as I drive by the house and see it occupied but with no guarantee of how things will be resolved.
Meanwhile, I have been attending EMT training and going out on ambulance calls. This day I am wearing a radio with microphone in case an alarm goes off. Just checked it to see that I'm getting the signal properly and I am. Yesterday was at the firehall helping inventory stock in both ambulances. There was a discussion of rate of pay for going on a call and it sounds like ten dollars a volunteer per trip. So far I've been on about five of those but I'm thinking as a volunteer student, I probably don't get that as yet. Here comes some visitors to the Visitor Center, 'hello'...
I tell them about the Slip Point lighthouse installation, that isn't really a lighthouse but is a grand old dormitory type building housing two families currently that avails itself of some parking and beachcombing which they say they've seen but didn't find an actual lighthouse structure, which there isn't. The weather continues overcast and I've been here just short of an hour already. Sunset is at 6:50 p.m. today, sunrise having been at 7:20 a.m., which is pretty darn late after the 5:30 am sunrises of the summer. I've had a late breakfast/early luncheon of banana bread and vanilla ice cream with my conversational friend and I don't feel the need of sustenance although if for lack of anything better to do, I might want some.
I've just put out the donations jar which I thought of doing while the visitors were here but don't want to seem aggressive about it. I realize I've forgotten the novel I was given to read at the chatty friend house and wonder if I'm up for lolling with a book in hand when there's so much to be done at Mermaid's Reef/Willison Cottage, which has had a new version of the roof installed in the late end of summer and still bleeds from the gills in regret of my apprentice skills. I'm happy with the ceiling in the affected bedroom but now that the cool weather is upon us, I feel the need to brace myself for the chill to come, so I'll be looking at the wiring under the house in terms of how in the heck did the dishwasher get installed? and while at it, plan the application of insulation to the areas affected by the coolness. There's also a drainfield to install under the front windows, along the foundation, where I have a wonderfully green flexible (sort of)hose to lay to catch water wanting to roll under the house and instead be tubed to the backyard and a catchment already in place there. All summer the creek was cleaned and cleared and fortified along its banks and it's doing well except for one spot where I planted forsythia in hopes I could garden prettily there next summer. I still have some rugged frame boards to put up on the back eve of the little garage (Willison's Cottage, I suppose I could call it) but I tremor at the thought of being on a ladder there with those heavy boards, although I did put up twenty' fascia on the back of the house while working on the roof, so I know I could do it. There's a gutter needing to go there as well and the garage itself has a dresser that needs to go in the bedroom off the kitchen, some carpeting that might do under the house till I get to the insulation business but that capped wire that was running the dishwasher off a 110 outlet, well, when I found out what had been done there, I disabled that arrangement and it needs to be done properly, so there's a matter of priority in how all this is achieved, of course.
Not thinking of returning to Michelina Haus but am thinking about the trip to Phoenix coming up for the delivery of my daughter's baby. I'd want any foster kids that come into my care before then to be properly supervised and that has been achieved in that there is a person standing by for that assignment and she says she'd stay there with the kids while I was away being the new grandmother. However, the kids aren't with me as yet so I don't know if that will come about before I have to be in Phoenix. And with the weather the way it now is, I'd as soon as go now as later, but my daughter wants me to help her become a new mother, assist with the new baby needs, and that wouldn't be necessary until the baby is home. Home for him at the moment is still riding around in his mother's womb. Frankly, she sounds a little fatigued at this point though she plans to continue to work until she delivers. She's feeling rather large now, I think, by the way she talks, her feet hurt and she says she thinks about foot massages a lot.
So I could fly down and rub her feet or I could wait until a little closer to the due date, which is the current plan. Meanwhile, I want to get my house in order for new foster kids, it pretty much is, having gone through the home inspection and visit from the licensing person, who's very nice. I don't have my renewed license in hand as yet but I'm sure it will be along shortly, as my training requires and so on are more than adequate. I do feel a little uneasy at the state Michelina Haus is currently in and last night at the firehall I sat next to my former neighbor when I lived in that residence. I felt uneasy being next to her as I find her somewhat of a burden these days with her overwhelming ability to be outspoken on any subject. It was unnerving. I listened to her for years, she was a good neighbor to me but she has always been like that and I have so much more rapport with my new neighbors. We're always doing fun things together, not like this neighbor, who has to run off and work 'in her room' at school most of the time. I think she hides there but that's her choice. Now it's the young couple soon to be gone that are in MH and with that in mind I wonder what's next for that house.
and it's quarter after one. i have a meeting at 7 at the Sekiu Center, I could put in a good block of time at Mermaid's Reef putting the other desk actually it's the Graham desk in the area where I now I have the computer, filing papers according to subject and not to convenience, setting up some groundrules for myself on what bills to pay (hehe, like there's funds to do that!!) always worrying about money more than I should...well, so be it..I could close up here now that I've had some visitors...decisions, decisions...
Monday, July 4, 2011
Happy 4th of July...
it's one of those days that we rarely get, the heat making a shimmer on the top of the truck parked out front of the visitor center...and I'm in here sitting the visitor center until two or so, depending how quiet it is, how few people stop by, only two so far, plus the plat waterers (2), the kids next door (several) and my cleaning partner and her three dogs...
so what's new? just looked at my daughter's facebook page and saw her pictures from Hawaii, where they went in February. Lookin' good. I suppose I should dust off my resume and so on, get busy finding the on line singles network again but I just don't feel like it. I dunno...I am going to have to get the sticks out of the mud, literally...not a real challenge where I sit..
have one guest browsing the shelves here..looked at movies and so on...but wasn't impressed by much of it...should check to see that the minutes were received...
so what's new? just looked at my daughter's facebook page and saw her pictures from Hawaii, where they went in February. Lookin' good. I suppose I should dust off my resume and so on, get busy finding the on line singles network again but I just don't feel like it. I dunno...I am going to have to get the sticks out of the mud, literally...not a real challenge where I sit..
have one guest browsing the shelves here..looked at movies and so on...but wasn't impressed by much of it...should check to see that the minutes were received...
Thursday, June 30, 2011
just had to do one MORE blog...
well, I'm falling asleep in the chair these days, been past two at LaPush, home of part of the Twilight saga on film, while I talk about 'twilight' from another medium...clears throat...anyways, at seminar featuring the seminal lawyers Rubin and White, never was one to give Jerry any credence because I feel that he opted us out for the stockmarket but that's me, what do I know about myfive hundred bucks a while back, hehe...griping...and...that's probably kind of Peurtoriccin of me, meaning some strange bacteriosis that makes me sneeze when I wake up and when I read the paper, exploit myself...again
I was talking about seminal lawyers and how to drone into us the concepts that we walk away from the strategy w ith...which was, for me, hahahah, this is so characteristic of my anarchist ways, the street leading up to the state prison is lined with cop cars and barricades...yeah, they shut the jail down while I was learning about the DMV dumb violence...nope, they actually had to cruise some timber, olfren did the tire blowout I g uess he probably feels bad but hey man, you do what you gotta due, borscht squirting everywhere, I guess I needed to fart...nah...no comment on that but last week it was Kenny, who killed Kenny? guess Kenny killed himself and couldn't be revived...so I don't want to talk about death, talking more about the fact the sun hasn't shined in almost a week and it's s ummer, darn...and I'm looking up Madams Organ on the web to see if our gallery is listed anywhere and you know it's a bar where Hagerhorst used to live (about) and we were on the top floor and that was our studio and I wonder if they saved my painting wall that got all pretty and some plaster missing after I did 'the Housewife's middle'...a delicate piece I don't know if it survived but anyways, at this seminar yesterday I did I dunno howmany nice little drawings of even the American flag (Yeah, Paul B..., hehe) that will be a cute 4th of July greeting card if I ever get near a color printer...maybe, it's an odd size and might maybe make stock account of itself - who knows...well...I was going to write about 'the wave' that's over at the 3Srs..where I live next door to...and it's a chilling piece wherein you know you could drown in t he sea but you won't because you're just looking at it...which is maybe the culmination of my .wav studies I don't know...probably not, because one of my drawings yesterday was again .wav...
I call it the computer language sound file definition because...I can!!!
and, about art in general, they got me chairing the art show for Clallam Bay Sekiu Days...can I screw that up? yeah, no I hpe not...June is in Italy, like I ever get to do anything that exciting...yeah well, good for her...she'll give me the rundown next week if I make it to painters' circle (I should, I don't know how many times in a month they can barricade the road into that place...oh, that reminds me, I left a painting there in the IMU where I was clerk for so many years, like the housewife's middle, this was Boxers of Rusty...I should think...blue and w hite stripe, only thing I could let myself put into it because the rest was shetl..not to beconfused with ponying up...for a kiss, at that time)
but you see where my mind was, probably in Dylan's private collection by now, and then there's a couple of canvasses and door panels on the back deck where I've set up MY TABLE OF PAINTING, if the sun would ever shine and it would get WARM enough to work back there, yeah right who cares about temperature except last winter the snow was blowing in over the washer/dryer,. brr chilly
so I got paints somewhat, a geranium study that could be lovely if it weren't so 'twilighty'..very palecouple angry slash and burners but they're ok if a splotch of orange got into them...kind of going twombly therein and there but haven't got stupid shoes on today just clunky ones...(figure it out)
soI guess I could attend to the other blogs herein and maybe generate some visual from it if I ever photographed anything to load into the puter...which is a possibility
3srs has also the 'garage at willison cottage' as seen from the plant point of view (they're all over the place) these I did for the memorial day sale they had then, everybody's bringing their rummage and I'm toting over some major work just in time to close it up, I think we had potluck and wine and celebrated that I was painting seriously, which, as a salon de refuse member includes the fact I worked in recycle for the prison system in this state, hehe...that was the biggest studio I've had so far actually, and I did dance and drawing and music and folded up lots of cardboard...
so to my fellow artists and musicians of the madams organ era...I know you're out there, I emailed the bbrains recently on my space, wonder if HR ever got back to me, don't know...like, today is today and so on...fetish me to the next blog...(it's my shoes that are weird)/k
I was talking about seminal lawyers and how to drone into us the concepts that we walk away from the strategy w ith...which was, for me, hahahah, this is so characteristic of my anarchist ways, the street leading up to the state prison is lined with cop cars and barricades...yeah, they shut the jail down while I was learning about the DMV dumb violence...nope, they actually had to cruise some timber, olfren did the tire blowout I g uess he probably feels bad but hey man, you do what you gotta due, borscht squirting everywhere, I guess I needed to fart...nah...no comment on that but last week it was Kenny, who killed Kenny? guess Kenny killed himself and couldn't be revived...so I don't want to talk about death, talking more about the fact the sun hasn't shined in almost a week and it's s ummer, darn...and I'm looking up Madams Organ on the web to see if our gallery is listed anywhere and you know it's a bar where Hagerhorst used to live (about) and we were on the top floor and that was our studio and I wonder if they saved my painting wall that got all pretty and some plaster missing after I did 'the Housewife's middle'...a delicate piece I don't know if it survived but anyways, at this seminar yesterday I did I dunno howmany nice little drawings of even the American flag (Yeah, Paul B..., hehe) that will be a cute 4th of July greeting card if I ever get near a color printer...maybe, it's an odd size and might maybe make stock account of itself - who knows...well...I was going to write about 'the wave' that's over at the 3Srs..where I live next door to...and it's a chilling piece wherein you know you could drown in t he sea but you won't because you're just looking at it...which is maybe the culmination of my .wav studies I don't know...probably not, because one of my drawings yesterday was again .wav...
I call it the computer language sound file definition because...I can!!!
and, about art in general, they got me chairing the art show for Clallam Bay Sekiu Days...can I screw that up? yeah, no I hpe not...June is in Italy, like I ever get to do anything that exciting...yeah well, good for her...she'll give me the rundown next week if I make it to painters' circle (I should, I don't know how many times in a month they can barricade the road into that place...oh, that reminds me, I left a painting there in the IMU where I was clerk for so many years, like the housewife's middle, this was Boxers of Rusty...I should think...blue and w hite stripe, only thing I could let myself put into it because the rest was shetl..not to beconfused with ponying up...for a kiss, at that time)
but you see where my mind was, probably in Dylan's private collection by now, and then there's a couple of canvasses and door panels on the back deck where I've set up MY TABLE OF PAINTING, if the sun would ever shine and it would get WARM enough to work back there, yeah right who cares about temperature except last winter the snow was blowing in over the washer/dryer,. brr chilly
so I got paints somewhat, a geranium study that could be lovely if it weren't so 'twilighty'..very palecouple angry slash and burners but they're ok if a splotch of orange got into them...kind of going twombly therein and there but haven't got stupid shoes on today just clunky ones...(figure it out)
soI guess I could attend to the other blogs herein and maybe generate some visual from it if I ever photographed anything to load into the puter...which is a possibility
3srs has also the 'garage at willison cottage' as seen from the plant point of view (they're all over the place) these I did for the memorial day sale they had then, everybody's bringing their rummage and I'm toting over some major work just in time to close it up, I think we had potluck and wine and celebrated that I was painting seriously, which, as a salon de refuse member includes the fact I worked in recycle for the prison system in this state, hehe...that was the biggest studio I've had so far actually, and I did dance and drawing and music and folded up lots of cardboard...
so to my fellow artists and musicians of the madams organ era...I know you're out there, I emailed the bbrains recently on my space, wonder if HR ever got back to me, don't know...like, today is today and so on...fetish me to the next blog...(it's my shoes that are weird)/k
Saturday, June 25, 2011
I think this is my Third Experience in Blogging
Good thing I can type fast because when it comes to writing on these empty cyberpages, it's as though there is a forest of unseen trees to regrow by using the space available to blabber on about whatever. Like today, cooking...what a joy... There's been a surefit (a lot of) of pumpkin, so I made a pumpkin/applesauce pie with a bit of fresh egg (right from the chicken), some dry milk with real cold water, kind of a thick mixture of the milk, no sugar, I made the crust. It was good. I think my mother is dropping by. Oop, she did...that I don't call often enough, but she can't remember I wasn't sitting next to her at the Seniors' Luncheon yesterday. I had to go to town. She has a terrible time processing communicated speech, vocal. Her head wobbles and she's saying 'huh', doesn't know what you've just said. Kind of endearing, kind of frustrating, kind of a passage of acceptance that she is checking out a little at a time. Well, meanwhile, she's driving and competent at most things but she doesn't cook anymore. While I meanwhile, have benefit this morning from a salmon rarebit with bacon on the side, two lean pizzas with fresh mushroom, hamburger, pastrami, Irish cheddar, Tillamook cheddar, parmesan, a little olive oil, some cumin...that's a different one, it's usually a layer of oregano and minced garlic but I was enjoying the notion I'd had last night of making a ravioli pasta with a filling of crushed walnut and fell asleep dreaming of what besides the walnut...well there had to be a bit of that nice Irish hard cheddar and something like a hazelnut oil to keep it together, and a sauce of something hearty, like the stock of a chicken I suppose, although with a vegetarian niece I am challenged..
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