By: Esther M. Powell
Posted on: Tue, June 01 2021 - 10:32 am
June 16, 2021
This morning I sat on the balcony to drink my coffee and heard something like a mourning dove - but not quite. In quick succession the same bird imitated song sparrow, blue jay, Carolina wren, cardinal, and cat bird, plus other assorted and unidentified songs.
This is the first time I have heard a mockingbird singing from that balcony perch of ours in years. He was quite accomplished.
On our walk along the river we saw a heron fishing. Once I leave Madison it may be years before I see those birds again.
I'm managing to say goodbye to at least a few of our local acquaintances - Ann and Nathan at the Village Lights bookstore today and hopefully Alan and Barbara at Gifts that Last (rocks, fossils, and all kinds of surprising ethnic items) tomorrow. Over the years, along with the folks at the Hong Kong Kitchen, they have probably been my favorite local businesses, all within the same block a five-minute walk away. May I be so lucky in Silver City!
The car is practically stuffed to the grills (heh) but of course there is still more I want to take. No matter. You never know what will work in a small studio apartment until you see the space for yourself.
June 14, 2021
Reading about female reporters of World War II in Women Who Wrote the War by Nancy Caldwell Sorel is giving me a very different perspective of war than can be obtained by broad and sweeping political descriptions that I used to read in history books.
Having to read about war at all is still hateful, but the much more personal experiences of the reporters and the soldiers they are describing convey the absolute chaos much better than any battle plan could.
One thing confuses me. The women and soldiers are described as "liberating" cars and other possessions of the fleeing enemy, with no censure at all. Correct me if I am wrong, but isn't that the same as looting?
An eye-opening factor of the descriptions of entering supposedly defeated areas is the reported sniper fire and still-resisting pockets of soldiers present after a town was already "taken."
There were also more concentration camps throughout the area taken by Germans than I was ever aware existed. We tend to hear about a few of the biggest ones, bit there were hundreds scattered throughout Germany and its conquered territories.
Makes it harder to believe civilians were unaware of what was going on around them during the years 1939 to 1945.
June 13, 2021
Went downriver for a change today. I saw a gaggle of geese sheltering in a shady place on the river I've never seen the geese before. It must be the hot weather.
The Ohio River is something I will miss bitterly. The view we have from our apartment is arguably the best I will have in my whole life. Maybe I will in the future have one as good, but if so it will probably be very different.
This departure is coming at the ideal time of year, actually. The hot humidity of summer is the most difficult for me to endure here, and I am squeaking out just under the wire of the astronomical summer. We will experience Summer Solstice either on the road or in Silver City.
Unfortunately this summer is expected to be the hottest and driest in the Southwest in recorded history. In leaving the fine coal particles of our place downwind of the power plant for cleaner air (one of many motives for my relocation) I may be leaping into an area subject to smoke pollution.
I can only control one thing about that: I will not start a fire myself!
Only, hopefully, within myself.
June 12, 2021
Well, what do you know. The loud music stopped at 9:20 or so - I think.
I suppose it might have picked up again later. If so, I didn't hear it.
Why the change, I wonder? Closer attention to obeying or enforcing ordinances?
Or maybe even entertainers and audiences have just gotten lazier.
Ha! Why do we ever think we know reality?
The possibilities are endless.
P.S. Speaking of reality, I just found out Jefferson County, Indiana has had 85 deaths from Covid19 as of yesterday. Due to lack of vaccination by so many of our residents more deaths are expected.
June 11, 2021
Golden sunlight, pounding bass drum, rock music oldies, congenial conversation from the outdoors downstairs - this is Madison weekend concert time.
My partner thinks it is a prelude to some outdoor revival preaching screaming.
I hope not.
We shall see. At any rate, it means loud music at ten o'clock p.m. when we are trying to sleep; my partner has to report to work at 4:30 in the morning at the latest.
This will probably happen for at least two nights this weekend.
I wonder what aural assaults I will experience in my next town?
Today is the second day of my ten day countdown to takeoff.
June 10, 2021
I have a writing plan for when I get to my next location kind of patterned after the way I have been reading lately - promiscuously.
Hmm... That word in the context where you usually find it reminded me of the sexual habits of one of the Khans of old China, who according to Marco Polo had seven young virgins to choose from every night. They were chosen by the thousands from all over the empire - all the most beautiful, supposedly.
The great ruler would only choose three of the seven for his bed chamber; the others would watch over the situation, run errands, who knows what else.
I bet Joseph Smith, in his fascination with the Old Testament, also read Marco Polo's description of his journeys and the sweet sexual setup of the Khans.
I bet he came as close as he possibly could in our society and with his meager non-inherited means and title.
I can't help but think the men in our society who choose to become Mormons have a secret hankering for that lifestyle.
I imagine that the women, of course, have the understanding that the modern Morman church is not that way any more.
Note the "I" beginning almost every paragraph in this highly postjudiced piece of fantasy about Joseph and his followers.
This is an opinion piece, for sure.
Just - why is Mormonism the fastest growing religion?
June 9, 2021
My current move has necessitated several forays into new (to me) technology. The first was a vain attempt to set up a video tour with the real estate agent from whom I hoped to rent a studio apartment. That failed, I am not sure why, and my daughter took the virtual tour instead. Thank heaven she could, because they were absolutely not going to rent to anyone sight unseen.
This morning I tried to use a jumbo vacuum bag that is designed to be packed, emptied of air with a vacuum cleaner hose, then sealed. I filled the bag with what seemed an appropriate amount of stuff and tried to remove the air with a canister vacuum. It didn't work.
My next proposition is to have my partner flop himself down on one of those plastic monstrosities and mush all possible air out while I seal it up three times.
It ought to be fun.
June 8, 2021
Yesterday this town was as beautiful as I have ever seen it. There are still hydrangeas, dogwood, honeysuckle and giant magnolias blooming, weighted down with their own abundance.
More homes than ever are being bought up, fixed up, and decked out with gorgeous landscaping.
The housing market is up, supposedly. House prices are probably rising here, too, but maybe there is a slight lag in the trend that would make it a good time to buy.
I am not in the market for a house. I plan now never to own property or I might be tempted to buy a place here myself.
Spring is almost past, though. A humid sweltering summer is abhorrent to me. I've lived through enough of those.
And some of us just have to see the other side of the mountain.
June 6, 2021
Moving is the pits. I wish we (or I) had moved when we had to do all that packing to get rid of the bedbugs. At that time we painted the walls of the apartment and I hoped we were good for another seven years. Maybe it will do for my partner.
Then coronavirus hit and I have not seen my children or grandchildren for over two years.
That is just too long.
It is supposed to rain here for seven days straight. That is too long, also. I know the crops need rain and so does the vegetation, but I have lived away from my family and the great Southwest for almost twenty years.
Too, too long!
It's time to go back to my other home state, New Mexico.
June 5, 2021
Sempiternal infernal chores external and internal string along minutes hours decades inside and I'm trying to keep up grow up grind up and wind up get the wind up and find out, finally where up is maybe going up into (not just next to) the mountains is a start.
June 4, 2021
It seems to me Amazon and other advertisers make a major mistake when they assume shoppers want more more more of the same things that they just bought.
It's almost as if they assume addiction is the normal state of human existence.
The fact is, though, that they are limiting their customers too much. How many people cancel Kindle Unlimited (for instance) because the plan offers more and more books of the same genre, never mind quality?
I bought a little collection of mini lipsticks which should set me up for life and Amazon kept offering me more more more.
Well, an apple a day drives me to peaches, pears, and watermelon, thank you, not to mention rare tuna.
Marketers sometimes forget the most addictive thing of all: variety.
Heh. Look who's talking. Moving on...
Actually I think our whole society is moving from refinement in language to refinement in touch.
Think about it.
Does that idea touch you?
June 1, 2021
Those of us who are parents want our children to experience all the good things of life. Of course, when we become parents we are usually very young.
From what I am reading, the average age for childbearing is now about the age I was when I had my first - 27 - and the second oldest mother on the ward in 1975.
As you age and have the opportunity to experience awful happenings, you wonder if having children was the best way to go. I'm one of the ones who claims unintentionality as my excuse.
The next generation, though, tends to accept the reality they know (or fight it) perhaps not realizing the magnitude of the changes their parents have experienced in their own lifetimes. Whatever is, is just life.
In the movie Soylent Green old folks about to die are shown movies about the wildlife that used to be. I already feel like one of those people only watching nature on the screen.
No one ever sees so much of real life as we see from the comfort of our own homes.
I'm not sure I can honestly say I would prefer it any other way. I have been in saguaro deserts and never seen them bloom, but I have seen photos on Facebook.
Nah, I take that back. I have seen cholla and opuntia and agave datura live in New Mexico. I don't want to trade those experiences for a picture on a screen of any size.
I want it all.
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