Travel Accoutrements

We calculated last night our time away from home has been 4 weeks. In this time, our assortment of dish ware has been limited – but I have been pleased with the many good meals we have invented. I brought along a fair amount of garden produce, of which we are just now depleting . Last night we had yummy roasted veggies and leftover carrot cake from the New Morning Bakery. I made enough for this morning’s brunch to take along – which I have just finished eating ! I love our new 3 – tiered stainless steel lunchbox! It has been a revelation in easy on-the-go dining . A bowl for Pa , a bowl for moi, and a bowl for Beau .

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Bandits

Our morning routine while working on Pa’s grandma’s old house is to get up early, have a cup of tea with toast and head out to the nearby grassy field to let Beau go for a run and go potty . Then , time allowing we continue our walk through the neighborhoods where Pa grew up and knows so well . Of course , we always have our masks with us , though not on as we seldom meet others . But if we do , we don’t approach them and /or we give people space . So today, we were walking down the sidewalk when we saw in the near distance an older man approaching . On our right was a narrow walkway/alley Pa pulled us over to , but as we were managing to get our masks on – another group at the other end of the alley appeared and waved at us – apparently it was probably their private walk . Not knowing for sure what to do, masks on – we stealthily hustled out of there – just as the older man was right in front of us . I have never felt more like a bandit .

Rhodies

Almost every home in the old neighborhoods of Corvallis is blessed with a beautiful tree and there are many examples of lush landscape designs , often featuring a big rhododendron . We are planning to redo the front of Grandma’s yard , reviving what is there and bringing new plants eventually . I am not sure if it was Pa’s thriftiness that made him suggest we could just go up in the forest and dig up a big rhody and if he really thought that was a good idea , but I told him “that has got to be illegal” . He’s still the guy I fell in love with who lived in a hidden treehouse. I think I am more sensible, and thriftier, and will just dig up some plants from our own overgrown yard in Entiat .

Scrappiness

This fixing up the old family home has been both rewarding and challenging . The yard was a jungle of blackberry brambles, overgrown laurel trees, and neglected lilacs, ferns, hydrangeas and unknown shrubs and is now a fairly blank canvas . The basement and garage were rat and possum habitats, and are now neatly ( for the time being ) arranged shops with old tools and treasures from the generations of mechanics who have lived here . The house itself is around 100 years old , built with long grain wood floors , high ceilings , plastered walls and interesting woodwork – all in need of care and love. Painting the exterior has been our primary goal , and after a pro painter hemmed and hawed about how much the tedium of hand scraping the peeling surfaces would cost, Pa decided we would paint the house ourselves . The color scheme was chosen and with the help of our three sons , work began . 3 weeks later, we were nearly finished . One flaw remained . There is a little back entryway outcropping built of flimsy wood that had a gaping hole made by who know what – an angry boot? A hungry rodent? An errant ball? On one of our trips to Home Depot , I was done with my shopping , waiting at the checkout area when Pa came along with a few items in the cart and a large sheet of what I assumed was plywood for patching . But when the checker was ready to scan it , he told her he had come across it in the aisle and that it was packing material – and on better inspection – it was a very flimsy sheet just barely a grade higher than cardboard – but hey – thriftiness wins again !

Lessons from the garden

Earlier this week, I came up with the bright idea of adding a design element of a trellis to a garden bed that is already lushly growing a sweet border crop of radishes, little red ones and daikon, a center section of mixed Asian greens, edging of onions, and little side planting of strawberries, oh yes, and an under planting of cilantro. My idea was to move an awkward piece of double hung piece of steel 4×4 fencing from one end of our garden to another. It weighs about 50 lbs. , judging by Pa’s and my estimate.` My thought was, well, if I move the fence over there, I will get it off of the lilies it is crushing, and also that bed might need a trellis for some plant , who knows? Pole beans maybe? Let me tell you, moving that fence over a fully planted garden, that I share with my neighbor, was challenging. Plus, my 11 month old puppy Beau James was in an off leash “stay back” command on the deck.

But “go ahead” I said to myself. Just the other day, I had used Pa’s industrial strength bolt cutters to bend approximately 75 little end pieces of that same kind of 4×4 fencing to make a nice edge string of bent iron loops to fit a bamboo pole into. ( see featured photo above ) The poky ends are scary and I wanted to make it safe for people to walk through. I also had hung a large sculptural piece of ironwork on our lovely steel arbor -made with remnants of fencing we brought home when Entiat used to have a metal recycling day, some iron mesh found at The Pines, angle iron and rebar. Both of those efforts were substantial, but gardening and dog rearing have made me stronger and more confident.

I managed to maneuver the fencing to the bed without destroying hardly a plant, but once to the destination, I needed to open the base of the two-sided trellis and stabilize is, which turned out to be impossible. I turned it around , leaned it over, and slowly worked all the angles using all the leverage tricks I knew. Nothing worked. I was stuck with a heavy weight leaning against me, and a delicate patch of young plants and vulnerable irrigation pipes beneath me.

Just as I was standing there stuck in one place, the meter reader guy drove up in our driveway. Naturally, Beau began his barking and I was sure that I would have to lay the fencing down and smash something to prevent an encounter between him and the guy. But miraculously, he stayed behind the “stay back line” (which is just an imaginary line drawn with a sweep of my hand as I say “stay back” ) ! I thought about asking the guy for a hand, but knew if he approached, Beau would lose it, and then I would have more to contend with than being stuck. So I just said “hi!”, and praised Beau for his self control.

Still stuck, I gave up, and realized my only option was to pick the fence up and move it out of the garden totally and decide later if and where to place it, next time with help from Pa, which I did.

This failed attempt brought to mind several maxims :

  • Be very careful where you step and what you step on
  • Trust your strength and stretch your limits, but take your time.
  • When you lose control over a situation, stay calm, and hopefully others will too.
  • Giving up on an idea is sometimes a good idea.

I came in for lunch and to read. This NYTimes article captured my attention, and perfectly expressed my sense of wonder and worry about out beautiful earth. It is somewhat unrelated to my experience, but then again, I feel that we need to listen carefully and intently to the wisdom of other living creatures and rely less and less on our human perspective.

https://www.nytimes.com/2019/05/13/opinion/united-nations-extinction.html?smid=nytcore-ios-share

A New Day

I’m baaaack! Having spent more than a few years away from this blog, and hopefully having grown and learned something about life since then, I decided it is time to return to writing this online journal. Many of you have heard and read the story that follows from my post on facebook, but I want to never forget the sense of urgency and transience the experience of receiving a warning of an incoming missile gave me that day. I also am posting here some of the very best of my photos from the beautiful island of Kauai. My hope is to stay curious, alert and appreciative and to spread love and goodness whenever I can.

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“when in doubt, do the right thing”

As I organize papers from the past, a task slowly taken, I find stories, letters, drawings, and momentos that make me realize what a fortunate life I have lead. Thankfulness for the precious wisdom passed down from those no longer on this earth is the emotion that I recently uncovered. In November of 1997, Ben had written to Grandpa Fred regarding his career, and likely as part of a school assignment. What follows is Gpa’s response. I hope it gives you encouragement, confidence, and reinforcement of your work.

“Dear Benjamin,

Thank you for your E-mail. As you know, I have been retired for five years. I retired on October 30, 1992. Since I have held a number of jobs during my working career, I will write chiefly about my last one with the Federal Aviation Administration.”

(Grandpa then goes on to list the various duties of his job, and the training required for it, and the pros and cons of the job. Ben’s questions must have included one on advice, and here is Grandpa’s response.)

The most important factor is to enter a field that has a great attraction for you. To be happy in your work, do what you want to do. If you work just to make money, your work will be drudgery.

After you are in the job, try to increase your competence to perform that job in every way possible.

Work hard. Do the very best that you possibly can in performing the job, evey if it means working overtime without an expectation of extra pay or rewards. …

Have integrity. In other words, “when in doubt, do the right thing”. At times, this is difficult, because it may seem that taking the “right” course of action is not in your best interests. In the final analysis, however, being a person of integrity will be recognized by other people, both on and off the job, and will pay off in both material and non-material ways.

Have a happy personality. Be out-going and friendly.

Always strive for perfection. Of course, it is impossible to achieve that, but try to come as close to it as you can. In the Federal Aviation, we had a “Zero-Defects” program. No one completely achieved all of the objectives of the program, but we all tried to come as close to it as humanly possible.

(and then Ben asks Grandpa about his “dream job”)

For as long as I can remember, I wanted to fly. How I was able to achieve that goal was a combination of striving, fate, and pure blind luck. At age twenty-two, I had been farming for five years. I was pretty well reconciled to a future of farming. Then, on December 7, 1941, the United States got into World War II and very soon I was classsified as 1-A by my draft board. Well, I wasn’t going to wait around to be drafted, so I enlisted in the Army Air Corps, (the original Air Force) That is what started it all. I began to see my dreams realized, and the continued to be realized until I retired from the FAA on Octber 31, 1992, at age seventy-four. In short, I wanted to fly, and I got to do it ‘IN SPADES.”

Well, Ben, that’s a very brief account of my working ( it really wasn’t work to me ) careet. I hope you can use my story.
Love,
G.P. Fred