Sunday, September 17, 2017

The Old Dude and The Pilot

We have heard wonderful rescue stories from the hurricanes and floods. They are amazing and great. There are other rescue stories to be told from the fires in other parts of the country. This is one of them told by Meredith with a bit of editing by Susan.

I (Meredith) got to tour an airplane called an albatross. It's an old Indiana Jones/Casablanca-esque aircraft, oozing old school romance and adventure.


Why did I get to tour it, you ask? Good question; let me tell you. The 76-year old owner of the albatross is also the owner of a house that was in the line of a fire not too long ago. He was pretty much convinced he was going to lose everything, until a Chinook came over the ridge and doused the previously undousable fire, saving The
Old Dude's house and everything in it.


So Old Dude wanted to thank The Pilot, and figured, as a pilot, he must like aircraft. And brought him an albatross to look at. BUT! The other reason Old Dude wanted to give him a BIG thank you was because Old Dude had a favor to ask of said pilot, yes, even above and beyond the saving of the house. Turns out, as The Pilot had been saving Old Dude's house, Old Dude had been taking pictures of pilot saving old dude's house. And Old Dude has had those pictures printed up and enlarged to 11x17, to be framed and hung on the walls of the house that didn't burn to the ground ~ and Old Dude wanted said pilot's autograph on the pictures. Old Dude recognized that this was a big favor (??????) and so wanted to offer a big thank you, and did said pilot think a tour of an albatross was a big enough thanks? Spoiler ~ yes, yes the albatross was enough. The albatross was unnecessary in this context. 


Said pilot saved said house three days before said old dude's 76th birthday. "You gave me my home and all my memories for my birthday..."

Thursday, September 14, 2017

It's a Mouse!

I don’t know if this is just me or if this demonstrates the difference between male and female brains. When they work on a car at Jiffy Lube, after you pay your bill they take you to your car, lift the hood and show you that all the little tops are tightened down. Great! I really appreciate that. 

So, I am checked out and Don has taken me to the car, opens the hood, I immediately back off and say, “Get rid of the mouse, please.” He had to look for a second to find the little dead body up in the corner. He gets a cloth, removes the mouse and comes back apologizing profusely that none of them had found it earlier. 


My take: they were all men concentrating on their mechanics. I am a woman and if you open anything that has a dead mouse inside it, I will notice it At Once! Whether that is just me or we can generalize to male and female brains, I have no idea. I just know, Don opened the hood and there was the mouse, seen for the first time all day. 

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

A Sign of the Times

Daughter Michelle works for the Ashland Oregon School District. Today they received an update:

"With no dissipation of smoke overnight the one-hour DEQ reading for Ashland remains very unhealthy and the 24-hour reading remains hazardous. The guidance of the Oregon Health Authority and DEQ have now clearly stated that we should us the 24-hour reading as our guide as there has been no outdoor fresh air to pull from to circulate within our buildings." ASD website

What does this mean?

DEQ is Dept of Environmental Quality. It means Michelle's kids don't go outside without their expensive masks; buses have to keep their windows closed in 103* heat; schools are providing masks for staff and students who want them and all outside activities and field trips have been cancelled. For Michelle's family - given Akira's having had that horrible bout of pneumonia two years ago and Trinity's having asthma - it means they will probably stay home from school now that Hazardous level has been reached and until the smoke dissipates.

These hang next to Michelle's front door.


When I asked if I could post the picture and the conditions, she said, "Yes, but please add how aware and thankful we are that we are merely inconvenienced. Neither fire nor flood has threatened us, and we are safe and sound in our home. Prayers for all for whom this is far more of a painful and tragic reality." 

Tuesday, August 29, 2017

What Can I Do?

If you want to help the folks inundated by Harvey, may I suggest you donate through a fund of an organized religious organization.

I am a member of the Christian Church (Disciples of Christ). Our mission is called Week of Compassion and can be found at www.weekofcompassion.org. One hundred percent of your designated gift goes to where you request. If you give an undesignated gift, only 7% is kept to keep the organization running and the rest is donated where most needed.

It is my assumption, although I have not researched this, is that most Christian, Jewish and Muslim organizations operate along the same lines. Donate through these organizations and your gift will reach the people who need it. Blessings to you and your generous gift ~

Sunday, August 27, 2017

A Pig Roast

The invitation warned us: Rotisserie Suckling Pig and Pot Luck
Polynesian Theme

So there was no surprise when we walked in to discover an entire pig on the rotisserie on the deck. I had never seen this in person before, only pictures in magazines and travel articles. I was not the only one taking pictures.


Now I am not a vegetarian. I like my meat of all kinds, and I'd rather not see it "on the hoof" as it were. And of course this pig was already almost done by the time we got there. Nevertheless, I kept a reasonable distance. One woman refused her invitation because she couldn't face the pig.
Jeff, the man with the apple juice spray, had been up all night nursing the coals into perfection. The pig went on the spit about 5 am and we ate about 3 pm.



Here they go, pulling the meat off the bone as the rest of us laid out an amazing pot luck to accompany the pork. There was no luck about the pots that graced this table. Every dish was prepared with love and care. As is always the case with such meals, it was well balanced. Just the right number of appetizers, three green salads, potato salad,  two fruit salads and a bowl of sliced watermelon, baked beans, a savory bread pudding, bread, tiny sausages, rolls with a parmesan stuffing, and lots of deviled eggs. All of it absolutely yummy. 


All of this was followed by two pies, upside down cake, brownies, and cookies.

It was a feast worthy of the main dish. 

Monday, August 21, 2017

The Eclipse

Well, that was an interesting experience. We had perfect seats for our 83%. We sat on the front deck, our neighbor came over, we had coffee and tea and good conversation and for an hour or so we let the experience of the morning take over and blot out politics and the rest of the world. At one point Dianne said, I’m surprised people aren’t posting like crazy. I said, “maybe, just maybe, they are actually experiencing what is happening instead of observing and posting about it.” That was almost as amazing as the eclipse itself. 

A noted difference from other eclipses, it only cooled off but there was no sense of it getting anywhere near dark. More a sense of it was getting brighter as the moon moved on. The birds kept up their chirping and flitting around the trees. We could hear airplanes overhead and cars on the road. 


But mainly we shared some time with each other. We also shared time with people all over the country ~ some of whom are just now witnessing the event. There had been so much hoopla ahead of time that there was a bit of let down when the time went by so fast. Jack Canfield had it right: “after the ecstasy, the laundry.”

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

I'm Back!

I’m back. Woke with lots more energy for everything including the resistance than I had yesterday. I do appreciate all those on FB who “liked” what I wrote yesterday. Your clicking “like” or “love” was very affirming. I still may not read every article or click “like” myself and you know where I stand even though once in a while I need to take a day to breathe. 


I’m looking forward to a couple of days with two delightful grands who will affirm my faith that we are not born racist. ~ blessings on your journey!