Sunday, September 24th, 2017 10:17 pm
Malida's company had their company picnic at the big park near our house today, so we went over. It was kind of boring, and the food was so-so. She gave me the ok to take off, so I went out and played Ingress for a while and did the shopping.

She called me about an hour later and asked to be rescued, so I came and picked her up, and we went home.

I made some baby back ribs for dinner with some Brussels sprouts and some potatoes. It was delicious. After dinner Malida went back to binge watching Game of Thrones, and I watched for a while with her. I only made it through season 1 when I tried to watch it, but she is in season 6 now. It looks kind of interesting, and I may watch it down the line before the final season starts.

I spent a good part of the evening reading about the construction of a tunnel, which morphed into looking at a Google map of the US and Canada, and retracing my driving trip across both back in 2005. It culminated in looking for my barracks building on the base in Idaho where I ended up my military career.

Lots of meetings tomorrow, a few of which are scheduled at the same time.

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Sunday, September 24th, 2017 11:27 pm
Saturday I walked in Bethany Lakes Park. I walked over to little Story Park, where butterflies explored the profusion of flowers in bloom. I stopped by Best Buy and brought my brother a gadget for his birthday We dined with my brother, my sister-in-law, my wife and our nephew and our nephew's girlfriend at Bonefish Grill. Sunday I walked on Chisholm Trail. I gained 1.8 pounds at Weight Watchers. Maxie Moore gave the sermon at church.  My wife and I liked her direct way of speaking. Sunday afternoon I finished a piece I created for a Cerebral Rift netlabel compilation project. Later that afternoon, I rode my bicycle on the Watters Creek Trail. I ran into Jeremy, a fellow birder. He introduced me to his two primary-age sons. I saw a Yellow-Crowned Night Heron. In the evening, I listened to classicial music written for a virtual orchestra and watched a Star Trek: Discovery episode intended to lure me to pay a monthly subscription fee to CBS. The news is full of our president making far too much of rather tame exercises of First Amendment rights.

breakfast Saturday: cereal and skim milk
lunch Saturday: fried fish, green beans and roll
dinner Saturday: broccoli, sirloin, shrimp and sweet potato
breakfast Saturday: multi-grain cheerios and skim milk
lunch Sunday: grilled chicken, green beans and a biscuit
dinner Sunday: pork chops with broccoli slaw


Sunday, September 24th, 2017 08:58 pm
I love these beautiful noisy birds. We have a few that come to the yard. It's hard to get pictures though because they're a bit shy. I had to take this between the railing on my porch.
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Sunday, September 24th, 2017 09:39 pm

As our flight was not until after lunch, this morning after we'd packed and put our luggage in store we went to the Hipolit House: more historical domestic interiors, plus exhibition on the actress Antonina Hoffman and on theatre/acting more generally in C19th. Rather interesting.

Of the journey, not a great deal to be said except for the enormous distances walked within airports.

Anyway, ome agen.

Sunday, September 24th, 2017 02:54 pm
My FIL has been helping us pack. He's a really nice man, and I'd probably find him great to have long conversations with, except: he's very shy, and there's a huge language barrier. He was an engineer, so very organized, and when he gets going, very efficient.

I know he packed some of the kitchen stuff. Was going to make myself a coffee yesterday, but couldn't find the decorative can where I keep the coffee. I think he packed it, coffee and all. He swears he didn't pack it and that the kids probably took it. I'd ask them but WS is only semi-verbal and HF would blame WS as a matter of course. I went out and bought a cappuccino and a small bag of grind, but I'm sticking with my first thought which is FIL already packed the coffee and I'll fing it when we move.

I used to be hyper-efficient about packing. This time the packing is going slowly. Secondly, there's way more stuff. Firstly, I've been very busy, very sick, and oh yeah, all those kids underfoot. Kids! Like Hedgehogs, they're no help at all.
Sunday, September 24th, 2017 11:03 am
On Tuesday I was about to retrieve our trash can from the kerb and was commanded to leave it there for pickup. It was taken away, has presumably now been shredded even though we only got it about 5 years ago, and eventually, late on Thursday (which was a long time to wait with a sick dog and two sick humans all producing hazardous waste), they delivered a new one with a yellow-lidded compartment for food waste taking up a third of the space. It has been hard to get our trash in the remaining space, and I'm concerned the foam pieces in which the weekly food delivery comes will stick in there; we can't recycle foam and there is no way to break them up, so I've been laying them flat on top and loading so that the other trash pushes them out, but they won't fit flat in the new cart. And I don't plan on using the food waste section. I don't eat meat, and we already compost fallen fruit that we don't eat (they don't accept it in the garden waste bin for some reason), vegetable peelings and spoiled veggies, and the housemate's teabags as well as smaller yard waste. And I understand it's to be strained to remove plastic bag bits and then fed to pigs - with no effort to remove pork waste - and the pigs will be kept just for that purpose, as four-legged consumers of people's mixed, partly decomposed food waste laced with plastic, bones, and probably pesticides. Poor pigs. And what a costly to-do. They are already running ads on some bus shelters reminding people to eat what they buy. Really pushing that message would have been so much cheaper, less wasteful, and more respectful of the pigs. I feel like doing an animal rights raid and liberating the pigs.

And I'm not going to use the little free container intended to sit on the kitchen counter collecting food scraps, thank you very much city council. A whiffy bag of proto-compost is enough. Which reminds me, I need to feed the compost monster.
Sunday, September 24th, 2017 09:21 pm

Sandy stroked the lovely back at present turned towards him, body out-flung in relaxation after pleasurable exertions. If Geoff was dog-like, Maurice Allard was more like a cat, and he never knew whether the claws would be out or whether it would be curling up and purring.

Maurice rolled over and looked at him. Is it not time you were leaving?

What, have I over-stayed my welcome?

Maurice glowered. All I may offer now is my company: even if you are not, I am by now entire done.

I am wont to consider myself a somewhat prickly fellow: but you are entire porcupine. Am I supposed to hurry into my clothes and pretend this did not happen?

Maurice sat up and clasped his arms around his knees. Why, are fellows enough will try to pretend 'tis not happening even when 'tis.

That cannot conduce to much felicity in the act. But might I not enjoy your company?

Maurice looked at him in astonishment. How could you so?

Why not?

Oh come, here you are a fellow of learning, that Chumbell will admit even did you never attend Oxford, and very widely accepted in Society, how could you find my company agreeable?

My dearest friend is a former courtesan that had no education but what she gleaned as a child of the theatre, and is quite the wisest person of either sex that I know. You are a fellow that appears entire accepted and respected at the club –

Maurice snorted. I first entered the club by that discreet back door that admits young fellows that will oblige members for a guinea or so –

Also, while I daresay ladies will go cry up your eye for style and fashion, 'tis also given out that you are a fine businessman, that you manage your money very prudent, have sound investments

How do you know all this?

Sandy sat up. Because, my dear fellow, I had your relatives coming to me, one by one, to inform me that indeed you were not one to fall into hysterical panic, that were you worried about some matter to do with your establishment there was surely something behind even did you not see clearly what it was, that I should not be put off by your manner, that is entire what is expected in your profession, that you have quite made something of yourself -

Maurice groaned.

My dear, said Sandy, taking him by the shoulders, I fancy that you will feel a deal better once you have dined – is there anywhere nearby we might go do so?

You cannot wish to be seen dining with me! He threw himself off the bed and began looking for the clothes he had quite recklessly discarded.

Do you suppose that must be quite obvious that we have been about committing a capital offence, do we go dine?

Why else would you be in my company?

I might wish to give Lady Bexbury some present – say a fine fan, or a decoration for her hair, or a bracelet – and wish to be assured that 'twill sort with her wardrobe; I might be going to write some piece in a newspaper or even a pamphlet, upon the business of fashion and the sufferings of needlewomen; or, since 'tis given out that I am very clandestine and under a false name a writer of novels, seeking information for some fine tale of the silver fork school now that the Gothic strain is no longer in fashion.

Maurice stared at him.

Sandy slid off the bed and began to gather up his own scattered garments and to remember where he had left his spectacles. He observed Maurice moving about the room and was reminded of Josh Ferraby describing a panther: Josh was wont to enact whatever animal he was talking of, in private conversation, if not when he addressed scientific meetings. Undoubtedly something feline.

Well, said Maurice, when they were both dressed, do you care to dine at a common chop-house there is one in the next street.

So they went around the corner and into the next street and found a comfortable booth in the chop-house and ordered beef-steak and ale, and while it might not be as finely-cooked as anything that came out of Euphemia’s kitchen, it was perfectly wholesome and very welcome. Even did they sit in entire silence.

Eventually, when hunger was satiated, Sandy pushed away his plate and said, why do you stare so at me?

Maurice shook his head. You – surprize me. He fell silent again.

Indeed, said Sandy, in order to do something that looked like making conversation, I fancy that 'twould be a pretty gesture to buy some present for Clorinda that would be somewhat unexpected. Sure I have given her a deal of books over the years –

Jade bracelet, said Maurice. She lately saw some lady wearing one and wondered would it suit her.

I have no experience whatsoever in buying jewellery for ladies –

Say you so! (Well, that had evoked a smile.) I have a fair notion of the kind of thing she meant, and know where I may acquire one: I am also well-acquainted with the dimensions of Her Ladyship’s wrist. I will be about the matter and send it to you.

Or, said Sandy, I might come and collect it.

So you might, had you no more pressing business.

They looked at one another. 'Tis exceeding good of you to take the trouble, said Sandy.

Sure I owe you some favour.

They fell silent again, drank up their ale, and left. The rain had stopped. I can walk from here, said Sandy. Shall, I daresay, see you at the club if not before.

Maurice nodded and turned in the other direction.

Sandy shrugged mentally, and walked off towards Clorinda’s house.

Where he found her, seated at her desk and scribbling away with great ardour.

My dear, surely you have not been all this while at that immense bore Linsleigh’s party for his painting, that I daresay includes a deal of fellows in dishabille.

No, had opportunity to pursue this investigation –

That minds me, I am a sad forgetful Clorinda when I have been burying myself with abbots and monks and priors &C – came a note for you from Geoffrey Merrett, the boy was hoping for a reply but we sent him away. But do you write a reply, we might send William.

Sandy looked up from the note. He writes that something very troubling has occurred and would desire dine with me at his club at my earliest convenience. But I think we may spare William until the morn: I will write something now and he can take it then.

Clorinda got up from the desk and waved him towards it. Be about the matter and we can give it to Hector. Sure I hope 'tis not that he has got the lady with child. And, now I am come back from the Middle Ages, I mind that there was another troubling matter I wished open to you.

After the note had been given to Hector with instruction that he need not dispatch it immediately, and he had brought in port and madeira, Clorinda pushed the book in which she had been writing into a drawer of the desk and went to sit down by the fire.

May be nothing at all, she said, but Lucy Lowndes came call, saying that she had been to call upon Gretchen Paffenrath, and found her in a very great taking, saying that she thinks she saw her husband lately while she was shopping in Oxford Street. But did not want to go too close and did not get a clear view, but ‘twas very like indeed.

Hmm, said Sandy, I am surprized that he did not immediately go call upon her.

He may not know that she was left so very well-provided by Mr Knowles: oh! I hope he tied up any settlement carefully against any claim by that dreadful fellow.

I fancy Sebastian Knowles might know somewhat of the matter: I will go call upon him as soon as maybe.

Sandy suddenly sneezed.

My dear! I hope you do not go take a chill. You had better go to bed at once, I will send Prue up with a warming pan.

Sunday, September 24th, 2017 01:01 am
On the first of August I signed up for a four-week poetry course that focuses on writing haiku and tanka. I've completed the assignments (haiku) for the first two weeks of the workshop, and on Saturday received the instruction sheet for the first week of what tanka are and how to write them. I think that I will do much better on the tanka than I have with the haiku. I have a lot of trouble staying in the moment. After I signed up for the workshop, I ordered two of Naomi Wakan's books, one on haiku and the other, of course, on tanka. The first is, it seems, out of print, but I ordered a copy from an independent used book dealer through Barnes & Noble. I am saving both books for after the workshop has ended. She has been helpful in pointing out where and how I have missed the idea or strayed from the narrow path of the haiku.

On an encouraging note, she said that my haiku images "have all been interesting". Now that we have finished siding the woodworking shop (I get dizzy at the top of the ladder, holding siding in place while Al sets the nails), I expect to spend much less time helping with the work, aside from helping to measure distances relating to underground pipes, cables, and such. I really want to concentrate on the poetry workshop activities.

On Friday I had another appointment with my doctor to go over the results of the lab tests on Monday. I've dropped 37 pounds in the past nine months and my A1C is down 5.5%. The next step will be to decide when and how much to reduce my medication. Ideally, I would be able to handle manage through monitoring, proper diet, and adequate exercise, like my father did for over 50 years.

I am enjoying Introduction to Japanese Poetry, and I enjoy concentrating on learning a new skill. I may look for another such opportunity for study that begins after the winter holidays.

Sunday, September 24th, 2017 12:21 am
 We had one more funeral to get through, but it brought about some positive opportunities. My aunt Marion died on September 5th, and her funeral was held on Monday, the 11th. The small, rural church is one where I and my brother and sister next in age to me provided background music for their occasional family nights; we did that for several churches on our father's rural mail route, and I have no idea how many times we might have played at one church or another. I finally was able to meet, once again, her oldest son, her daughter, and for the first time, the widow and sons of the middle child, who died in a work-related plane crash in 2001 in Alaska, where they made their home. I did not remember to ask for contact information, but I am now a FB friend with one of the Seattle contingent, daughter of one of my father's recently deceased brothers, who had been an email correspondent with my mother. I am hopeful that my connections with those families will expand over time.
Saturday, September 23rd, 2017 09:55 pm
It was the perfect day for sleeping in. The overnight weather was cool, and it felt good to not get up. The cats tolerated it until about 9, then it was them meowing for crunchies and Malida meowing for coffee. So I got up.

It was supposed to be 5 degrees warmer today than yesterday. My phone has started telling me this sometime in the evening. I'm not sure why, but I like it. I enjoyed my coffee with the windows open and the music on, and read the news of the day. I was again baffled and dismayed by the complete lack of self-control the President seems to have.

We decided to drive out to the big Korean market to have lunch and do some shopping. The place is enormous, and has much more than just asian stuff. There is a large Eastern European and Russian community in the area, and their needs are well met here. We had lunch in the excellent food court and bought a bunch of stuff.

I received a package yesterday that contained a new band for my step counter watch thing, and two little garden flamingos. I put the flamingos out this morning. They are about 1/3 the size of the normal ones. I was prompted to buy them after I saw a little boy stop to look at my other flamingos the other day while he was on a walk with his mom. He seemed fascinated by them.

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Saturday, September 23rd, 2017 08:08 pm
I was working on a small machining project for work in my workshop, another situation where the commercial version is available with a two week lead for $1K or so, and thirty minutes of work on a scrap piece of aluminum in my workshop will have us the equivalent on Monday. Which is great, when I get paid to run a lathe, until I dropped a tiny setscrew, bent over to pick it up, straightened up, and smacked my head into one of the handwheels on the mill. I am not exaggerating in the slightest when I say I pulled a crescent-shaped chunk of skin off the handwheel once I stood back up. Now I'm sitting in front of the fireplace with a pounding headache.

I had been intending to make a speedometer cable adapter for the Spitfire next, but I think I'll put that off until later.
Saturday, September 23rd, 2017 07:05 pm
Yes, some more hummingbird pics. Do you wonder how this hummingbird achieves its bedhead look? Why with a rather long (for a hummingbird) grooming session!

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Saturday, September 23rd, 2017 01:17 pm
A second day in a row of beautiful blue skies and golden sun, cool enough to do almost anything. Yesterday I felt well enough to blót in thanks for fall and as I did so it reminded me of that beautiful day 16 years ago.

I saw a house all decked out for Hallowe'en fully 2 weeks ago. But the guy with all the inflatables has repoured his porch slab and redone his front yard in xeriscaping - lots of little isolated plants on one side, a small groundcover pseudo-lawn on the other. So no space for the bumptious ghosties, I'm afraid.

Had to go from work for exquisite torture at the hands of the dentist. She opened up my gum where I have had a little abscess for close to two years despite repeated ministrations: and found something that had been in there all this time. Not an alien fetus but probably a bit of popcorn hull. Now removed. As usual, I'm now suffering all kinds of pain whereas the abscess hardly bothered me at all; just another item on the medical bucket list.
Saturday, September 23rd, 2017 01:46 pm
Don't expect to catch a ride on Uber in London, England -- the license for Uber has been pulled.

Informed immigrant.

A Saudi Arabian textbook has been withdrawn because it contains Yoda.

Life as a trans man in early 20th Century America.

The pleasures of learning Latin later in life.

I'm not sure that I agree with this article that considers Aung San Suu Kyi's shrugged response to ethnic cleansing as something unremarkable. For a Nobel peace prize winner? It is remarkable. It is outrageous.

Rhode Island is paying Dreamers' DACA renewal fees.

A quiet energy revolution of microgrids in Japan.

If you leave your kids alone for a few minutes, predatory strangers aren't the problem. Do-gooders are.

If you are with someone who was shot (or if you have been shot) use a car to get to the hospital; it can be faster than waiting for an ambulance.

Cowgirls of color compete in white male rodeos.

I knew that Senators didn't necessarily read every bill, but you'd think they'd read the ones they sponsor -- so why did NPR have to explain the contents of the Graham-Cassidy anti-healthcare bill to Cassidy? And if you need a quick reference to what it contains, here's a chart.

Neil deGrasse Tyson is worried about whether we all can recover from these monster storms.

Windy is a fascinating way to look at how the weather is affecting you.
Saturday, September 23rd, 2017 05:03 pm

But nonetheless there has been sightseeing.

I already mentioned Rynek Underground.

The Mehoffer House, which is an artist's house, pehaps more interesting for the interiors than the art, but with an ace cafe, the Meho Cafe.

The National Museum - there are lots of branches, we went to the main building, which seemed mostly arts and crafts + the Lady with the Ermine.

There is probably more to see than we saw at Wawel Hill, but we did the State Rooms and the Royal Private Apartments of the Royal Palace, and the cathedral. Must remark that dwelling in marble halls, or at least spending several hours walking/standing on floors of that substance, does my lower back thing no favours.

We did an organised tour to the Wieliczka Salt Mine: very impressive. (Much more spectacular than the one in Cheshire which is now an archive store.)

Today we went to Kazimierz, which on reflection, was not, being Saturday, the ideal day to do so - had intended going earlier in the week but ran out of time/energy.

There have also been visits to a number of churches, which after a while tend to run together - lotsa baroque.

Friday, September 22nd, 2017 09:37 pm

Maurice was in some puzzlement as to how, having courteously regretted he could not receive Lady Trembourne back into his establishment, he might bring her back without having to humble himself and ask her. The solution to the problem was, fortunately, put into his hands by her sister-in-law.

The Countess of Pockinford was a long-cherished patron: still a pretty little dumpling after a fruitful marriage bearing a fine thriving family. Alas, she still posed the problem of how to dress her in the crack of style without offending the Earl’s Evangelical strictures upon the necessity for womanly modesty in dress – that meant that she was more modestly dressed even than her sister, a clergyman’s wife: but the Reverend Mr Lucas did not think that a low-cut neckline in keeping with the dictates of fashion was the debauchery that led to the fall of the Roman Empire. But Maurice contrived, and no-one considered the Countess a dowd.

Maurice was busy about checking that her measurements were still the same when she said, nervously, O, Maurice, I know you must have a deal on hand, so many clients and coming up so near to the Season, but Lady Trembourne has been in a most exceeding taking over the shocking business with Madame Francine.

Oh?

Could you fit her – o, and Lady Sarah – I should be most exceeding grateful.

Well – Maurice began, and saw the famed trembling of the Countess’s lower lip and the air of impending tearfulness, that could cause the most disagreeable of ladies in the philanthropic set – if not her sister-in-law – to fall in with her wishes. Do you ask it, Lady Pockinford, I will see can I make a little time when I might undertake the two of 'em. I daresay I shall be able to find enough hands - sure the seamstresses at Madame Francine’s found themselves cast out and, I hear, wages unpaid.

O, 'tis quite shocking! cried Lady Pockinford. Is not the lot of a seamstress hard enough already? Lady Bexbury and I were discussing the matter only lately. I am sure you treat your needlewomen well, but I daresay that you are obliged to turn the majority of them off for a good part of the year?

Indeed 'tis so – worked to rags during the Season, alas, and then having to make do on piece-work at home –

Or indeed, said Lady Pockinford, falling into vice.

So 'tis given out. If you would just turn around a little and raise your arms?

So we are thinking about a plan, for there is a matter about making clothes for the orphans, and ladies say, would it not be a fine thing to have a working-party? but then there is ever some reason why they may not come work, and Lady Bexbury said, sure there are women that need such employment, did we get up a fund for a work-room, where they might come and be in good conditions and be paid, and mayhap get a meal, and their moral character would be preserved –

Why, 'tis a most excellent plan, and I daresay Lady Bexbury is already about writing some pamphlet upon the matter, I will certainly take a few to lay about the receiving-room so that the ladies that come here may learn of this enterprize.

O, cried Lady Pockinford with her pretty dimpling smile, O, that is so very kind.

He smiled and shook his head after she had left. One would say she deserved better than a husband with such narrow views, but 'twas entirely known within Society that they doated upon one another.

He made the final notes for her gowns, including the need to make some alterations to her mannequin, tidied everything away, looked about the room, put on his hat and coat and picked up his cane, and with a slight sigh departed for Basil’s studio.

For Basil had been most pressing among their set for a party to come see the unveiling of his latest large painting – the Theban Band at the Battle of Chaeronea – and seemed in a somewhat touchy mood at present. Mayhap – if there was no re-opening of this foolish suggestion that he should come act as Basil’s factotum – he might even remain behind when the company had departed.

Or maybe he would not, he thought, when he observed Basil making up to Tom Tressillian, even if 'twas only so that Tom would commission a painting of himself in some telling character. And – good heavens – was that young Orlando Richardson? Sure he bore a considerable resemblance to his late great-uncle Elias Winch. Had his doting mama not complained to Maurice at her fittings that in spite of being educated up a gentleman by her doting all-but-husband Danvers Dalrymple, nothing would do for her son but to go on stage? – in the tones of one that felt she should make some complaint but was rather pleased than otherwise.

Maurice went over to desire an introduction and discovered that the person obscured behind an easel with a half-finished canvas upon it was MacDonald. They exchanged civil nods. Do you know Mr Richardson? Permit me to introduce you.

O, indeed I have heard of you! said the young man. Mama will ever sing your praises.

I see, said MacDonald, that our host neglects his duties. Let me get you a glass of wine.

Maurice took the wine and wondered, could it be that Basil was deliberately snubbing him, rather than merely momentarily dazzled by the handsome young actor?

Indeed, Basil’s manner to him seemed unwonted brusque, compared to his attentions to the rest of the company. If he was going to behave thus, Maurice was not going to linger. He took his outer garments from Basil’s man, and went out into an evening that had turned to pelting sleety rain.

Here – a hand grabbed his arm – I have just managed to wave down a hansom, get in before you are drenched.

Maurice allowed himself to be thrust into the cab and sat down. He relished the prospect of getting thoroughly soaked even less than sharing the narrow space with MacDonald.

MacDonald remarked that he now apprehended why Lady Bexbury called Linsleigh that great bore - while he will never rival Mr Nixon of the Home Office, he is still a very tedious fellow. But, he went on, I fancy he is a friend of yours – perchance he may show better in different company?

Instead of saying in waspish tones that doubtless Basil was not up to Mr MacDonald’s most exceeding exacting standards, Maurice replied that indeed, Basil was wont to run on without noting whether his listeners were interested or not.

(Damn. He did not want to find himself agreeing with MacDonald over such a matter.)

Where should you like to be dropped?

Maurice gave the direction for his lodgings – I hope 'tis not out of your way?

Not in the least. But – since we are met thus – I mind that there was a matter I have been commissioned to investigate, that you may have some intelligence concerning. He looked about for a moment and said, I do not suppose the cab-driver goes spy, but yet I had rather it were a little more private. Is there some time we might –

Maurice, who was already feeling those sensations that he had become accustomed to experience in close proximity to MacDonald, bit his lip and then said, why do you not step up to my lodgings, have you no engagement to be at –

Why, should only take a moment or so, but is very gracious of you.

Of course he was only going to ask whatever question it was, and then go away again. He would not stay.

They ascended the stairs in silence, and Maurice unlocked the door. Latching it behind him, he turned to where MacDonald was looking about him with interest, entirely intending – no, only that – to ask what his investigation was, and found himself going lean up against him.

A hand stroked down his back and then MacDonald said thoughtfully, we are both standing here with our hats still on in rain-splashed coats that we should take off. That is, if you have any desire for me to linger beyond the five minutes I think my question like to take.

You must know I do. Do you wish to stay?

In answer, MacDonald began to remove his coat.

Maurice swallowed. I will just go and light the fire, he said.

He was still kneeling by the hearth when MacDonald came in. He stood up and said, I only have gin, would you care for anything to drink.

Not in particular, but do you do as you would like.

Maurice went and poured himself a glass of gin. So, he said, what did you wish to ask me?

Firstly, do you dress Lady Sarah Channery?

Maurice turned around. I used to, she then followed Lady Trembourne to Madame Francine’s, and I have been beguiled into saying I will go dress the two of 'em again. Why?

Did she ever make use of your discreet chamber?

Maurice snorted. Lady Sarah? Why do you ask? – O, I apprehend what this is about. Sir Stockwell thinks she has took a lover: if she has, must be very recent.

Oh, she has, I have it on the very best authority. But I thought it possibly material to discover whether she was in the habit.

I confide not. But has she admitted to you - ?

Not she; the gentleman that has been enjoying her favours.

There is some fellow going around boasting upon the matter?

Not in the least, I am sure he is entire discreet and would not at all desire to have a crim. con action brought against him: but is a good friend of mine, and disclosed it to me because the lady had received a note demanding recompense for silence. The danger is probably passed, now Mrs Fanny has disappeared, but I wonder if ‘twas an accustomed practice with Lady Sarah to enter upon such liaisons; also whether any ladies that have returned to you have said aught of similar demands?

Not so far. But – at least, as he has given it out – Sir Stockwell is not in any jealous passion in the matter, merely wishes ascertain whether there will be any scandal –

But does Lady Sarah apprehend that?

Perchance not! I fancy 'tis not such a case as the Zellens, where they have come to a mutual understanding.

He gulped down the last of the gin and walked across the room to where MacDonald was sitting. I should say that now these questions are asked and answered, you should go.

Yes, of course you should. And do you ask me to, I will.

Maurice straddled the outstretched legs and stooped to kiss that mouth that was so very lovely when it smiled as it was doing now.

Friday, September 22nd, 2017 10:26 pm
In our post-conference one of my students mentioned that she took care of a patient with an interesting syndrome--Takotsubo Syndrome. It is a condition brought on by stress, which looks like a heart attack, but isn't. The left ventricle balloons out, and the heart resembles a Japanese octopus trap.

It is also known as broken heart syndrome. It is almost always seen in women, and can occur as the result of a severe stress event, such as the loss of a husband. As soon as my student mentioned it, I recalled reading about it about 12 years ago. I got to talk with the patient a bit and asked what had happened before she was admitted. She recounted that she was shopping, and that was about it.

Today was Mercy Day, which recalls the founding of the Sisters of Mercy, who also founded the hospital I have my students at. They had a nice breakfast buffet set up in the outdoor patio and everyone came out to get something to eat. I ran across someone I had never met, but had sent a bunch of emails to. I introduced myself and told her I was the nursing instructor. To myself I said, "I sent you a whole bunch of emails that you never responded to." In spite of never responding, she was very complimentary toward my students and told me how much they enjoyed having them in her department. Ok then.

I received a Hello Kitty wearing a Boise State t-shirt from one of the people in my doctoral program. She asked how my project was going. I guess I have to tell her.

hello kitty gang

The Hello Kitty gang with their newest member.

This evening my Second Life friends and I had a rockabilly party. One of the newer people to stumble into our little group asked us to play some rockabilly songs, so we all dressed up and someone put together an awesome rockabilly set. We had such a good time that we decided to take a picture. One of our group is a SL photographer, so spent some time getting us all in order. I took this picture while she was still setting up. Hers is better, but mine isn't bad.

attic rockabilly

I'm the tall guy in the middle. I have been fooling around with my avatar lately, and not sure how he ended up so tall. He looks nothing like me in RL.

I've been having out with most of these people for about 5 years now. I was going to say something about how interesting it is that you can make friends with people you have never met in RL, but I don't need to do that here. You know.
Friday, September 22nd, 2017 10:53 pm
Today I went to Eddie's Napoli for lunch. I had a garden salad (dry) and two slices of cheese pizza. I sat at the counter. A television program in Spanish told stories of the Mexican earthquake. My pizza tasted great. This evening I walked in Bob Woodruff Park. I liked the Bluebird in the tree.

I am following the New Zealand election. My wife just got word in the past few weeks that her last surviving uncle died in New Zealand a few weeks ago. His daughter had moved him from Pennsylvania to New Zealand to have him nearby. I never met my wife's Uncle Wally, but I liked to hear about him. I hope Jacinda Ardern wins the election.

We watched a program raising funds for Texas hurricane victims.  Matthew McConnaughey was one of the speakers. I wanted him to say "alright, alright, alright" to make things more all right. They had Bonnie Raitt sing a song, but not play her guitar. I thought that odd.

Edie Brickell and Paul Simon sang an Ernest Tubb song. I remember seeing Edie perform with a very early incarnation of the New Bohemians in 1984 or 1985. She had stage presence even before she had quite figured it all out. She has stage presence still.

The President of the United States and the Supreme Leader of North Korea trade trash-talking tweets and quips about nuclear warfare. A school official at Baylor University reportedly decided to criticize the victims of sexual assault. I want to get outdoors tomorrow.

Kix and skim milk
2 slices pizza, a roll, garden salad
broccoli beef, mushroom chicken, mixed vegetables
Friday, September 22nd, 2017 05:20 pm
Worked a show at the Masonic Auditorium yesterday.  Singer named Kalid.  Very minimal load in after which I came home and slept solidly for an hour and a half.  Went back to run followspot on an utterly forgettable show.  No work now till Monday.
Planning a trip to Ukiah on Sunday with Donald. 
  • I want to check the drip irrigation and see if the coyotes chewed it up again. 
  • Carrie needs help finding a fault in the fence at the Iris Barn.
  • We plan to spend a bunch of time painting the plywood for the Shelter.  I want it done soon!!!
Got the garden watered today.  Tomorrow I should water again, it was really dry.
Called the Ranch insurance agent and reminded her that I need a breakdown of the insurance cost.  
Now I need to write an e-mail to the Union office about a couple of things. 





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Friday, September 22nd, 2017 05:29 pm
A flying trip to Ukiah on Tuesday Sept 19th was very satisfying.
  • The planning department gave me an extension to my permit for the shelter at the Red Barn.  It is hard to believe that it has been a whole year since we began trying to get that thing together.
  • Johnny came and helped me get the last 6 sheets of roofing onto the shelter. 
  • I purchased more paint primer (now there is 10 gallons) and 5 gallons of the tan top coat. 
  • I fixed a lot of problems on the Howell Creek drip irrigation.  Sadly a whole lot of plants had died of lack of water.  It looks like Mr Coyote got in and chewed up the drip lines so he could get a drink.  Even with the dead plants there were plenty of plants that survived, thank goodness.  Most of the damage was on the lower end, the upper end was relatively unscathed. 
  • I pulled the tarp back over the top of one of the storage tents.  The knots holding it had been tied by my helper and were clearly sub-standard.  Shouldn't be a problem now.  The tarp is to help reduce sun damage to the tent itself. 
  • Dave the Deer Hunter came by as we were finishing up the roofing and we agreed to have dinner together up at his camp.  It was very pleasant, if sad, since Dave's dad died recently. 
Altogether the day was beautiful and I got everything on my infamous "list" for the day done.