Changing direction
Haven’t found the time… inclination to post much. Trying this twitter-inspired theme.
Given’ it a go!
Haven’t found the time… inclination to post much. Trying this twitter-inspired theme.
Given’ it a go!
I never know what e-mail I’ll be greeted with in the morning when I pop out of bed. Anymore, I leave my iPod Touch on “push” with an automatic check of e-mail accounts hourly. By 5:45am when the alarm beckons I’ll generally find 5-10 cyber scriblings seeking my attention.
Ah, but this morning held a true surprise: roradabi!
Facts:
I’m 33.
I’m out of shape.
I used to be a good roller skater.
Today I started training so that someday maybe I can try out for Roller Derby.
I am taking Japanese classes.
I love Japan and Japanese things.
…and food.This is my first blog and I don’t expect anyone to be interested.
Here’s a Gotham City girl with a purpose. She’s the dragon… and slaying far more than any competitors on the roller track!
Go BK Broiler!
Back in June 2008 I’d been experimenting with hypermiling. I mused over the loss of control in our lives: gasoline was over $4.00 per gallon and as I wrote about it, I posted, “So, hypermiling is about perservering in the face of powerlessness and regaining control of something in life. A very small consolation in a very large stew of challenges facing us now! Are we waking up?” [Any sound tree bears good fruit...]
Since then I’ve been waiting for the time when more sensible, flexible and fuel
efficient cars would finally reach the mainstream market in the U.S. Well, at least for us in rural Guilford, it’s happened! We’re driving a small, but nicely equipped vehicle that is yielding 40+ mpg–right from the dealership: a base Honda Fit.
I left the 2001 Hyundai Accent that had served me well over the past four years at the dealership, and drove home the 5-door black Fit. We’re standing here next to the car with our vintage 19 year-old Olds Custom Cruiser in the background. With the Fit’s great seating and cargo flexibility, we’ll run the Olds until the end of the summer, and then we’ll be down to a 3-Honda family: 2009 Honda Fit 5-speed, 2006 Accord V6 6-speed, and 2000 Honda Civic 2-door 5-speed.
With a combined fleet fuel efficiency in the mid-30′s… well, we’re in the driver’s seat for a change!
Sitting here at the Townsend Street Market grabbing one of their fabulous “pepper steak, peppers, onion, cheese” subs. Hot, delicious and fresh…
I’m throwing a few more colories into this 59 year old frame–don’t ride as well when I’m doing the longer distances without a couple of days of extra carbs. Ahhh…
Doing shorter, more immediate posts these days. Surrounded here by the deli’s windows with a dozen wi-fi access points… half of them wide open (a trusting, rural neighborhood?). No problem tapping out this missive while I munch, then voilà!, out to the clouds.
Let’s hope the real clouds aren’t in abundance for tomorrow’s ride!
For a few weeks I’ve been bemoaning the time to sit down at the keyboard and write a post. Oh, Tim! You’re so slow to think “outside the box”!
Thanks, B.A. for the Twitter follow–got me to acting, instead of feeling sorry for time lost because of my own inflexibility… so, a “tweet” since 9:00AM and this brief post.
All on the iPod Touch, on found Wi-Fi. Cool!
Tim, I don’t have your email address. Please send it to me.
After two or three attempts, the second with Paul at my side, I succeeded in installing my anti virus protection. It was a matter of following directions (obviously). It only took two days. But I remembered your chastizement and persevered. Thank you!
Have you scanned the aerial map of Guilford? I would love a copy. Let me know…and I will retrieve the original.
It is 5:47 am and I am cleaning up my bookmarks which brought me to reading your posts. I enjoyed them all so much.
One question? How do I put the bookmarks in alphabetical order? any suggestions?
love to linda, kathy
Earlier today I thought, “Carpenter… Joseph… Jesus were carpenters. They made useful items with tools and the skill of their hands.” What a positive
connotation the word “carpenter” has. Until you juxtapose it with an insect: ants. Carpenter Ants!
Over 30 years ago we carefully constructed a grape arbor on the back of our large garage. In that time, we’ve enjoyed some delicious Concord grapes and used the area under the grape arbor for everything from a small garden, to a dog pen… to storage. A damp, shady environment–and over time, a perfect home for carpenter ants.
Well, when Loretta and Brian tackled the job of
completing the sheetrock, mudding and painting inside our garage, they encountered the carpenter ant nest… and found hundreds of the tenancious critters. Within a week we called in the Erlich guys to nuke the nest and then began the tedious process of removing our 10″ cedar siding (carefully so it can be reapplied) and stripping out the rotted timbers and channeled wood caused by the infiltration of water in the wall and the activity of the ants.
It’s turned into a BIG project, but as you can see in the hyperlinked photo album, we’re making great headway. Here’s hoping that within the week we’re all sealed up again and the ants… the few that are hiding out… are dead and gone!
Scavengers… that’s really all they are. A sesame seed here, toast crumb tumbling to the ground there–but the tweets! Ah, if it weren’t for the chirping, tweeting descent by wings so animated and lively; well, if not for that, perhaps I’d put my foot down. But how could I?
These sparrows of the street, in hopping clusters around the legs of the cafe table outside, know an easy eat. And so they scavenge… no, “clean up”, I guess. Are they really any different than the lumbering street cleaner polishing the granite curbs along Main Street as I drove into town this morning?
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Gospel Hill Road received a fresh coating of oil and stone the other day. Of course, it’s a way to seal the road, but that “like new” look lasts but just a few days. I missed the event, since I was at work, but the job certainly was done by far fewer than 6,000 men, unlike the boulevard reconstruction above in San Francisco, circa 1933.
And yet, musing over R. T. Smith’s poem, Scavenging the Wall, poked a bit at some themes rattling around in the hollow cavity on my shoulders.
So I gathered
what I could, scooped them into the bedand trucked my freight away under birdsong
in my own life’s autumn.
“Life’s autumn”… yes, that’s it. And the sparrows… still singing, still scavenging.
Oh, how we strive for perfection! And how we fall short …
Since February, I’ve been snatching an hour here, an hour there… transforming my “office” into a true study – “A Country Deacon’s Study”. My vision is one of a space with my books and reference materials close at hand. The hand written Book of Gospels in a place of honor and of true utility. A space that also incorporates my tiny Mac Mini hidden away in a twenty-something year-old pine combination typing/file cabinet from Yield House that only surrenders a hint of its technology innards with a modest flat panel display on top. Firewire external hard drive, Bluetooth wireless keyboard and mouse all tucked inside by the mini…
But what a time undoing the old office in which “technology” spilled from every corner of the room! It’s at times like these that I wonder if it’s all worth it–the technology, I mean. iPod Touch, HDTV, Blu-Ray, streaming audio through the Squeeze Box… for starters!
And so I gingerly pick through the technology heap: ancient HP all-in-one to the landfill… DSL modem and Xincom Dual-WAN IP gateway up to the shelf in the closet… Mac mini on a card table for now while the Yield House cabinet gets a retro to hold the tech stuff.
If it weren’t for the welcome 20 minute break for vespers… the thought of HIS incredible love for us on this eve of the Solemnity of The Most Sacred Heart… if not for this… Thank you, Lord, for showing us that while perfection may be our goal, that it is only in loving you that we approach true simplicity, humility and peace.
Our youngest daughter “landed” in Maine last week after a 470+ mile drive from Gospel Hill. Her new home for the summer? Edgewater Farm, working as a “Willing Worker On Organic Farms”… a WWOOF’er in the lingo of the nearly 40 year-old organization.
According to owners, Bill and Carol Emerson, the “Edgewater Farm B&B is located on four acres of perennial, herb, fruit tree and vegetable gardens.” Sounds beautiful… a great place to begin a WWOOF’ing experience.
And the willing workers at the Edgewater Farm aren’t just WOOF’ers. The Maine
Organic Farmers and Gardners Association connects those who want to learn more about organic farming through their “Farm Apprenticeship” program. According to our daughter, several of the workers are sponsored by MOFGA. Networks for promoting organic, sustainable agriculture have truly taken hold locally, nationally and world wide.
WWOOF is a world wide network that began in the UK in 1971 and is now an international movement: “helping people share more sustainable ways of living.” WWOOF is an exchange: volunteers help, WWOOF hosts offer food, accommodation and opportunities to learn about organic lifestyles.
Our oldest daughter and her husband introduced our family to WWOOF several years ago when they met a young couple from Japan who were “WWOOF’ing around the world”. A great pair who basically dedicated a year of their lives to seeing the world, while exploring the incredible diversity of organic farming. And along the way, making lasting relationships and planting ideas for others to cultivate. Later this year, our daughter and son-in-law will be flying to Japan to vacation with them. And so the adventures continue…
I am thinking about going to Edgewater Farm in a couple of weeks to WWOOF for several months. I would love to email with you or your daughter to learn more about her experience and figure out if its the right place for me. Would this be possible? Thanks
Over the Memorial Day holiday, we leveraged some time off (ah, a true misnomer!) and planned a “Memorial Day Work Weekend”. Instead of concentrating on projects here on Gospel Hill Road, we headed south and worked on our apartment, a turn of the century cement block duplex that we work hard to keep in repair and looking good.
Thanks to help from Loretta, Brian and Theresa, we accomplished more than we ever expected: all of the bad
blocks in two key areas were replaced, the entire outside of the second floor got painted, the roof received a recoat… and lots more.
Using both a scissors lift and stationary scaffolding, we really did get up in the world for five days in the sun. A great break from the usual routine with sunny skies every day!
Ok dad… LOVE your support but I won’t even be ready for tryouts until November and considering that the girls on the Gotham Girls team are totally amazing I wouldn’t want anyone to think I was at that level yet! Someday for sure… e.