Life of Wry

As of today, we’re back to living inside a Smokey Joe. It appears that the winds shifted, or the high pressures gave way to lows, or whatever it was keeping all the fire smoke at bay.. something changed and now we have smoke. I liked it a lot better when the West’s smoke was going to the Eastern seaboard. As I channeled my best, most charitable self (and not my nah, nah vindictive self) I thought It’s important that the entire country experience these fires, otherwise they won’t appreciate the problems of drought and climate change. This is an us problem, not a California-Oregon-Washington liberal commie BlackLivesMatter problem.

So there.

But now we’re swimming in our own pee, so to speak. Our fires, our smoke. Nobody on the Eastern seaboard, or in the Midwest, or the South cares. (They’ve got their own crosses to bear: masks.*)

I had to drive to Sac today and, boy, was it butt ugly out there. Hot, smelly, smokey, brown. Not healthy for children and other living things. Honestly… it is tres dispiriting.

The hopeful and optimistic side of me hopes this is just a minor blip, and that blue skies will return soon. Most definitely we’ll have blue skies when Peter arrives later this month and we go to Yosemite for some high country hiking. Most definitely.

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Meanwhile, check this out. This is definitely a tale of the one that got away. As in… it was hiding, we somehow missed it and then, bam! it’s a monster zuc!

My reading glasses and a normal-sized zucchini for scale. Just obscene, isn’t it?

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(*) don’t get me started.

Sign of the times #1: It’s fire season in California… a fire season that now runs from early summer to the dead of winter.. especially in the drought-stricken west. A seven-month fire season. Which is nearly unbearable for those living in the parched foothills, like Sarah and Gabe (and Susan and Jim, and Heidi and Jim, and, and, and…).

So… Sarah and I are having lunch in downtown Sac — at a place called Zocolo — fast and furious, back and forth, typical of conversation with pals from kindergarten days. About two and a half hours, a large basket of chips, two enchiladas, two tacos, and a pair of margaritas in, Gabe calls. A fire has started and is gaining momentum and they may have to evacuate. Sarah was so calm on my end, I would never have guessed the substance of the call. All I heard was, “hi honey,” “when?,” “where?,” “okay,” “bye honey.” If I’m recalling correctly, we may have finished the conversation we were having prior to the call, talked a little bit about what their evacuation plan involves, then she said something like, “maybe I better get home.”

Girl’s got a very calm head. She’s who I’d wanna be with in a crisis.

I imagine, however, her heart was thumping big time as she drove east on I-80.. here’s what she saw:

This is scary because Gabe told her the fire broke out along the Bear River, just down the hill from their home of many decades.

Sidne snapped a couple of photos from her place near Auburn, just down the hill from Colfax. Another view from I-80:

And one of Colfax High School (where Sarah & Gabe’s kids went to school (as did Susan and her sibs!):

And here’s one over the roof of Sarah & Gabe’s house… the air tankers in full assault:

It’s just awful that California is burning like this. Like never before. And I fear the season’s just begun. Jim and I are heading up to Dutch Flat on Saturday — that’s the plan anyway. We’re holding positive thoughts for so many friends in the fire zone.

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Sign of the times #2: A lot less dire. This sign has to do with forgetfulness and general discombobulation. I’ll be heading to the Apple Store Genius Bar tomorrow for the third time in three days, having messed up on the first two appointments. I’m sure there’s a joke in there somewhere… Genius Bar, messed up appointments at same. In both cases, I made lemonade — a leisurely long lunch with Sarah yesterday, a walk two times around Curtiss Park with Lorilyn today — but I really do hope to make the appointment tomorrow. It’s a long drive over that causeway!

I’m still at the amused stage when it comes to my age-related forgetfulness and discombobulations. It’s trippy to find the chapstick in the earring dish, or the car key in my apron pocket two days later. I search fruitlessly for names and take twice as long with morning and evening procedures. Routines are my friends, but I easily forget to use them. All par for the course. I feel like a subject in my own science experiments. It’s all quite amusing.. at this point.

We needed toilet paper. I mean, we had a about a dozen rolls on hand, but one always wants to stay ahead of the game when it comes to tp.

I bought a 12-pack. As you do when at the store and wandering down the tp aisle.

Jim had a better idea. (My purchase on left, Jim’s on right… delivered just now..)

Jim wins.

… who’s there?

Cucumbers!

Cucumbers who?

That’s all, just three cucumbers.. from, presumably, our neighbor down the street.

She delivered three cucs last week and I used them to make a great batch of tsatziki last night. What should I do with these?

I was the appetizer person at last Sunday’s Dining Divas. This means, not surprisingly, that I contributed the appetizer course at our quarterly dinner gathering. I made chevre with herbs and lemon. It came out so well (I thought), I made it again tonight and served it to Sabrina and Bill. Because I’m a great fan of filling up before dinner, I made another appetizer (tzatziki) and added a dish of castelvetrano olives for good measure (because … I just love castelvetrano olives…could eat ’em all day long). I think I have my Mediterranean bases covered here — France, Greece and Spain.

For the goat cheese ap, the recipe calls for basil, chives and parsley. I harvested the first two from the garden (yes I did!!).

Finely chopped it…

Added minced garlic, pepper and some lemon zest & juice, and rolled a log of plain goat cheese through it until the cheese was fully covered, and served with Village Bakery bread (or whatever).

Here’s what it looks like…. goat cheese w/ herbs and lemon on left, tzatsiki on right and castelvetrano olives beyond.

And really.. who needs dinner?

Have I posted about this before? Not sure.

For the last … maybe year (?), Jim, Peter and I have been competing nightly on the New York Times’ Mini-Crossword. We each subscribe, open the app daily, and zip as fast as our fat fingers will take us through 10 clues — 5 Acrosses and 5 Downs (except on one day — can never remember which — when the puzzle is 7×7).

Typical time to finish one is about a minute or two. Two nights ago, the puzzle took me nearly 15 minutes to solve. That was record. Tonight’s was super easy and only took me 34 seconds. I SHOULD HAVE WON WITH THAT!! But, as I do most nights, I came in third.

I am Amy Brookheimer. Peter is Dan Egan and Jim is himself. Amy and Dan, if you don’t know, were characters in the TV show VEEP.. which all three of us howled over (in reruns, since we never seem to catch TV shows in the same decade in which they’re made).

Thirty-four seconds was probably my best time ever. Super proud (and excited to lord my score over the others), I went right to the leaderboard to see how much I’d beaten Peter and Jim by. And you see the results.

Damn!

Here’s how easy it was:

I think I’d have shaved about 5 seconds off my time if I’d not mistyped “tree” out the gate. As is so often the case, I had to delete a couple of bum characters and retype new ones (the fat fingers thing).

For months and months, Peter consistently beat both Jim and me. In recent months, Jim’s found his rhythm and now gives Peter a bit of a run for his money. But more often than not, Mr. Dan Egan comes out on top (and poor, hapless Amy brings up the rear).

Susan just sent me a souvenir shot from… was it just last weekend? No… two weekends ago already? In any case… yo y pero. Deck. Upper Echo Lake.

I like Jesse. Jesse’s a very sweet dog.

It’s funny… the idea of having a dog is a bit abstract. Like, it seems like a wonderful idea! What’s not to like, how hard can it be? Peter’s out, dog is in to fill that empty nest. Right? My teeeny little guess is that there is not a dog in our future, at least not our immediate future. I don’t really know why, except maybe the idea of all the work.. house training, behavioral training, the messy messes, the difficulties traveling (like we travel a lot… certainly not these days).

But I gotta say… there is something about a creature.. and most especially a dog. I don’t imagine there’s companionship quite like a dog, and I also imagine the love exchanged is kind of what life is all about, right? Mutual caring, love, respect, loyalty, humor. It’s been probably close to 50 years since I’ve lived with a dog in the house. I actually have little doubt it’d be a life changing and life enriching addition to our household [she thinks out loud].

It’s a lot like the calculation that went into having a kiddo.

Well. Until that day comes.. we spent a couple of days with Susan and Jim’s dog. He was a real sweetheart.

I just can’t.

[Whine alert.] I don’t wanna write about the most corrupt person ever to occupy the oval office.. but good effing lord. The depth of his corruption never ceases to amaze. I can believe it.. because it’s him… but then… I just can’t even fathom it. And always the question: at what point does the GOP say enough?

Probably at the same moment they accept the covid virus is going to doom their entire state and maybe a mask mandate’s in order?

Not expecting either.

Anyway… same old rant. [Whine over.]

So…

Just so I remember what the quote in the title refers to when I (or someone) reads this blog post weeks (months, years) from now:

When the former president lost the election in November, he set out to discredit vote counting in all the states he lost. He’s still doing it. (He’s such a nauseating pos.) Months (a year? two years) before the election, he was already accusing the dems of cheating (classic projection, for which he’s famous). He was at work feverishly hatching his coup.. knowing there was a good chance he’d lose reelection. Since he lost, he’s been screaming voter fraud every time he opens his disgusting mouth (it truly is a disgusting mouth). He’s been working his base into a frothy, foamy tither, he’s been working the courts, he’s tried to cajole state election officials to reverse election results (just in his race, not the others, which in most cases were won by republicans), and he’s been dragging his every surrogate into the muck (they all know it’s BS but, you know, fear, power). And yesterday evidence came out that he’d been trying to strong arm the US Justice Department into lying about voter fraud.

Pages of notes were obtained from a guy named Richard Donoghue, an official in the Attorney General’s office, that revealed conversations where the loser president suggested, oh so casually, “Just say the election was corrupt and leave the rest to me.”

As if that wasn’t enough… he thought maybe an insurrection might be his ticket.

Well honestly. So preposterous it doesn’t deserve blog space. But here it is. I can still be stunned by this sad manchild.

Beats me. But here he is…getting to the other side.

I love the “you looking at me?” expression.

In other news… it was a beautiful sky this morning. I’m appreciating every day that we have blue skies — even if dotted with clouds. We are in the middle of fire season and, so far, we’ve not experienced any smoke from the many Northern California fires that are burning. Interestingly, in what seems like a fine development, all the smoke is blowing north and east… like, all the way to New England east. I’m sorry for them getting our smoke, but I can’t help but think it helps make the case that climate change is having horrifying impacts on everyone and fires are not just the west’s problem.

Anyway… a beautiful sky this morning.. and my favorite shot: right into the sun!

My kid makes a mean graph. And by mean, I mean colorful. He’s been making graphs now for… well…. about eleven years? (I realize.. this is not a milestone one typically tracks). 

I remember falling in love with his first graph (at least the first graph I can remember seeing), made in his 6th grade science class. It was a graphical representation — a colorful one at that — of what happens when one adds certain substances (in this case milk, baking soda, and salt) to a vessel of vinegar. In Spanish, no less.

This one always cracked me up, because it seemed like more sizzle than steak… like, that’s a lot of color, honey! (Though upon closer inspection.. it’s quite well done.)

 
Eleven years later, he’s still looking at liquids, now measuring their flow patterns. And he’s still doing it colorfully (this time in English).

This time, even with closer inspection, I can’t begin to understand what’s going on here.

But I like his graphs.