Dandy! Well written Barbara. I feel the same way tho I would not
written my thoughts so eloquently. I am tempered by too many mundane
Two days ago my oven failed to ignite and preheat just when I had a
pudding ready to bake. Well! If that didn't set off a scramble around
neighborhood trying to find an oven, with propane, that worked. One
has a convection oven that works only when her rig is connected to
power. Another has an oven but has never used it. My request was in
of getting sidetracked into a discussion of how one can cook bread
without an oven. Joe, a guest, piped up that his rig had an oven that
been used since his wife died a couple of years ago; it was being used
to store books and things but he could clean it out in a minute. I was
reluctant to press him--he was a guest, he was sunbathing--but I was
nowhere with my compatriots. Finally, he ran off to clean out his oven
and see if he could light it and I ran the other way to fetch my pan of
pudding. We didn't even wait for the oven to properly preheat. It was
hot so the bread went in. And an hour later it was out nicely done and
he got the first bowl of it. Yum!
Now that I've got the dishes done I have my oven all apart and today will take the failed part shopping at the RV store. We have to match it to a picture in the cataloque. The oven is so old there are no numbers in the index going back that far.
The weather has finally turned nice. Maybe we are now into the stable Winter pattern of boringly clear skies with daily temperatures that regularly fluctuate between 40 and 70 every day. All the water is still not out of the ground from the rains of the week I was travelling. I missed all the flooding that happened here. The campground was under water. Betty's rig sank to the axels and had to be dragged by the tractor to higher ground.
Great little walk to Indian Eye with Denali and Tamara. Denali was
a real little Indian doing the climb in naught but thin moccasins. The
desert is incredibly green after all the rain of the recent weeks.
even! Several inches of grass. Lush flowers of all sorts. Pools of
in the stream beds.
It just occurs to me that when you loose your wisdom teeth you gain the wisdom not to go through it again. I have often wondered what humans did with wisdom teeth before there were dentists. Perhaps we did not grow them then? Perhaps we did not live long enough to grow them? Perhaps we were not smart enough to grow them and that is also why they are called wisdom teeth...
Here I have at least as many books with me as can be found mouldering in my trunk in my sister's house. Too precious to give away, many already discarded by libraries, not likely I will read again--not likely I will read again most of the books I haul around with me--but they are all to precious to do away with. Such an investment and almost no value whatever to anyone else...
I am flying off to "our nations capitol" this afternoon for a quick
Antarctic party/reunion; an affair befitting my station in life as an
of the Tribe, and a desperate attempt to regain past glories. Even if I
have a good time I hope to return with the wisdom not to do it again.
The weather deteriorated after Cindy left me off at BWI and it was snowing for a couple of hours prior to my flight. I had a nice nap on the floor by the gate and watched with no small trepidation as they began de-icing planes. Baggage handlers were sliding across the tarmac like kids on skates.
Finally I left BWI in the snow and left the snow in BWI. The skies were clear above and below by the time we'd reached 41 angels (You know, I remember that word "angels" being used at least in one movie to denote thousands of feet of altitude but I cannot find the reference in my dictionary now.) and the flight was mostly smooth all the way to the warm sunny of the AridZona desert.
It was great meeting all those OAE friends. I was especially
with the way we can make direct-dial phone calls all the way to South
these days. I hope they are on the telemarketers Do Not Call List.
We had a proper drumming around the bonfire and a sage smudge
But way too cold for much pagan nudity; everyone was hidden under
of polar fleece and wool blends. No point in taking photos of that, you
can see polar fleece in a catalogue.
This first day started with a visit to the Desert Botanical Garden in Phoenix and then we drove across a 4500 foot pass and through Globe to Safford. Last night before supper we had a soak at Essence of Tranquility Hot Spring and then went up the street to the rest area in town to park for supper and sleep.
Tamara and Denali, mother and daughter (5yr), were just the kind of people who I have in mind for this sort of touring. We had been corresponding about this tour and discussing the stops and the route for a month or so. They paid for the fuel and brought along some of the food. I did the driving and we shared the cooking and dishes. I learned a lot about the care and feeding of 5yr-olds but I would do it again in a minute. If there was any special focus it was a quest to soak in other hot springs and a search to find snow for Denali.
We found some in the high passes along routes 60 and 180 between Springerville and Pie Town (overnight at the town park and breky at the Daily Pie Cafe). You know Denali, she rode nearly the entire 1200 miles wearing less than me most of the time. On more than one of those occasions when we took a snow break she would leap from the bus into a crusty plow-drift with nothing on but her "footies". Finally we took to locking the door to give her mother time to get some clothes on her.
Another peak event along the way was the before dawn fly-out of the snow geese at Bosque del Apache south of Socoro. At 06h00 we were not the first to arrive on the Bosque's "Flight Deck" viewing area. The surrounding wetland was carpeted with ducks and geese, honking and chirping filled the air. Maybe forty minutes later, the first blush of deep orange lighting up the undersides of the clouds, one snow goose stretched. Seeming to stand on the water. Wings extended. As if a human might yawn with arms extended.
On the Flight Deck fifty bird watchers stopped chatting among themselves but they were already too late. In the Visitor's Center the previous afternoon I noted the time of sunrise and inquired when the flyout would take place. Anywhen within a half hour before dawn, the Docent declaimed, the birds don't post a definite departure time. This time they were early. In the second it took for that first stretch to register with the observers the entire surface of the roost errupted in a clatter and flutter. Thousands of snow geese lifted off, as if the entire surface of the wetland were rising up, and wheeled about. Waves of birds flew across the Flight Deck as the birds made way to their breky. The quickest among the photographing birdwatchers swung their cameras about to capture their silhouettes crossing the waning moon. I just stood there in awe.
Whilst we were having delightful weather touring and birdwatching and soaking, the folks back at El Dorado were really taking a soaking. Rain and more rain. This is supposed to be the sunny and dry season. The so-called rainy season is usually in the Summer. This year seems to be backwards. The desert likes the water, it is turning green everywhere.
And for those of you following the Adventures of Ian: Ian is
Becoming a full-fledged Teen-angler. Playing
in the band. Succumbing to the peer pressure of his
first year as a Fresh Man. Perhaps I have forgotton my own such
of passage, watching him now, it is a sorrowful sight. At least we have
a bear in common.
"This, after all, is a country led by a born-again Christian, President George W. Bush, who believes he is an instrument of God and characterizes international relations as a biblical clash between forces of good and evil." [Exactly the same defence Lafferty mounts for his crime.]
Except that Bush is the President of a so-called "Christian" country
and Lafferty is a commoner.
I do not know what I may appear to the world; but
myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the seashore, and
diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a
shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all
before me. --Sir Isaac Newton
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