hard times

i had the misfortune yesterday to overhear some of a guy's phone conversations.

he is desperate and he was crying.

his bank is doing what they do so well: apply fees to money he thought he had scraped together. four days from now his truck is being repossessed. that's how he gets to work, you know? because there's no public transportation. he rents a room in a two bedroom condo out in the country to make ends meet.

and he is crying because he cannot afford to buy christmas presents for his kids.

i have never heard that kind of crying out of a man. those gutteral sobs will haunt me for a long time.

i do not know how to help. i live pretty close to the margin myself. i don't have money to leave under his wiper blade.

i wish i had a nice way to wrap this up. i don't.

adam ruining everything

ok, so occasionally something from adam ruins everything, in which adam conover tells you why that thing you like sucks.

at first i thought it was just a youtube thing, but apparently it's a tv show.

i started looking more closely when i was watching this segment




and i went "hey, is that peri gilpin?"

because yes, it is. and it turns out that a number of famous people appear in this show, but not just actors. also experts in the fields adam is talking about.

so.

here are two more episodes, in case you're not hooked yet.

so this happened...

this conversation actually happened.



me: i just found a thing on the front of my shirt and popped it into my mouth
       It was nice and crunchy but tasted all wrong
       DEAD SPIDER
MB: jesus fucking christ, flask
      WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO STOP PUTTING RANDOM SHIT IN YOUR MOUTH AND             EATING IT???????
me: i didn't eat it
       I spit it out.
MB: that makes it better?
        you put a dead spider in your mouth long enough to taste it and tell it was crunchy
me: THAT'S HOW I KNEW IT WAS A SPIDER!
MB: you could have looked at it
       the 8 legs are kind of a giveaway
       also, if you don't know what something is, DON'T PUT IT IN YOUR MOUTH
me: I thought it was food.
       Because what else would be on the front of my shirt???
MB: something that drops dead from the ceiling
me: It was right under my chin.
MB: can we talk about poop now?

well, shit.

a week or so before i moved in at camp 3 (which is where i lived at thanksgiving) barb and i went by to hang out and prep the site and we saw this really big bunch of shit on the ground.

now at first glance, you might think it's just people being pigs, because it's a very popular spot frequented by people.

but no. no human has that much grass or animal hair in their diet.

that's one of the ways you know it's bear shit.

because it's big like people shit, and shaped a lot like people shit, but there's always way more grasses and game hairs and insect exoskeletons in it.

given the location, it's probably a black bear.

i never did see the bear, which suits me JUST FINE.

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winter colors

yay!

yesterday i put up my winter colors on the blog, which you maybe wouldn't notice if you read it in RSS.

i totally skipped over the fall colors because i was still depressed about LAST year when i never did get to use my winter colors.

my rule for winter colors is there has to be snow cover.

last year there just wasn't any.

but this year we have snow and i am having to get used to the thing that happens here at winter full moons, in which a full moon is fully as bright as early morning or late afternoon sun because of all the nice white reflective snow and you're sleeping along peacefully and then WHOA, NELLIE, IT'S LIGHT OUT and even if you were wearing an eyeshade your body still thinks it's morning because "my, isn't this unexpected?"

it takes a little while to get used to.

and then of course the moon wanes.

but it's a winter thing.

in summer, you have to be looking in your neighbors' windows to know if they're up yet.

in winter, even if your shades are drawn,, you know when they get up because of all that reflected light.

isn't that gemütlich?

in the closet

i have a closet roughly the size of my college dorm room.

to be fair, my college dorm room was on the small size and just wide enough to hold a bed, if i put the foot of it under my desk, where it also served as a chair.

some time recently i was talking with people about what shirts we had. it was a simple conversation designed to lure one person into stating what size and style shirt she might enjoy as a gift.

and in the course of it i took a picture of my closet.



why, yes, i did have to back into a wall of shirts to take a picture of the other racks of shirts.

why yes, they are all arranged by spectrum order.

well, first by style and sleeve length and then by spectrum order.

*sigh*

outhouse tour from camp 27

for some reason, there's this:

you should read this.

hey, i was going to post some drivel about the shirts in my closet, and then i read this:

http://onewordisenough.blogspot.com/2016/11/microbes.html

i recommend you do, too.

grometty

i have been carrying around a big clear plastic tarp yanno, in case of emergency and sometimes i use it as a nightcover over my gear under the main fly because at night your stuff gets damp if you don't or if it rains sideways any tarp high enough to make comfortable living won't keep out sideways rain but the thing didn't have grommets, which kept me from using it as an awesome tarp over my hammock so then while i was on site 27 i decided to grommet that puppy up BECAUSE I CAN.

so first you reinforce the corner where you're going to put the grommet. i used clear gorilla tape.



then you pinch a hole in the corner with your hole-punching die and you stick the brass piece in there on the grommeting anvil with the sticky-up bit going through the hole and the donut bit on top and you slide the mandrel right in there and start hammering away, turning it a quarter turn each strike just to keep the thing even as the metal crimps.



and you're done.

what i have learned is that nearly every job looks arty if you photograph it on a cut log against fall leaves.

the video hole

i was going to write you some things about grommets, with pretty pictures and everything, but then i got distracted.

so here ya go.

the 20th century: i am done with it.

last night i celebrated my birthday with my family. it is our custom to celebrate birthdays on an evening of the nearest weekend, and i always prefer weekend after. it feels like a letdown to celebrate the week before and then have a plain day of, but like added festivities to have a quiet day of but a celebration later.

i spent the day with my mom; yesterday was my day of GETTING A NEW SMARTPHONE OMG OMG i am so excited because now i have finally caught up to the twentieth century, nevermind that we are nearly seventeen years past it.

anyway, i don't have the kind of money to run a data plan for one, but then last spring we realized that if i simply get on my stepmother's family plan and pay her the difference, i DO have the money and even save some. ok, a lot.

phone plans for single people are expensive. family plans become downright affordable.

and also because my mom has a half heated garage, i asked if i could come vacuum out my car. this was an item of much merriment later at dinner, since my mom's idea of quality family time with you is cleaning out your car or your closets or whatever and when we told my sister what we had done, spike said "but it's YOUR birthday, not hers" which sort of gives you the level of the joke.

and then my mom and i went shopping FOR CAMPING GEAR, which you KNOW is like my favorite thing and THEN we all met for dinner at the restaurant we always go to for my birthday.

which means i ate dinner late, i was up late, and i did a lot of things.

oh, what a head.

random views from camp 27

consolation

last june i was sad about something. very, very sad.

i did not know how i was going to survive the extreme sadness without my heart breaking, but i knew that if MB sent me some kind of surprise present i would be ok.

MB was a good sport about it and ordered me a box of see's chocolates. oh, my gob these things are good.

we developed an adventure game in which i would taste one chocolate and try to identify the tastes and aromas of it and figure out what kind it was. MB had the key, so she could look them up by shape and decoration. each one was a challenge and a surprise.

oh. and delicious.

so kind of a fantastic game to play.

let's go shopping

today is my birthday. here, more or less, if a conversation i had with MB.

me: i'm not sure how old i am, and i don't feel like doing simple subtraction.
MB: You're 51, aren't you? Which is prime, I'm pretty sure. Oh, wait. 13 x 7. Well, its only factors are two primes. Which is pretty cool. And you'll always be prime to me. Math is not my strong suit in the morning (or maybe at all)*
me: i don't think i'm 51. i was born in '64.
MB: 17 x 3, not 13 x 7.
me: is confused
MB: 52. Weird. I thought you were 50 last year. But apparently you were 51. I used a calculator, since math is hard. Let's go shopping!
me: no, i'd have remembered a biggie. or even the year after. but then i'm like, was that two years ago, or three?
MB: it was 2 years ago. And i love you
me: i love you too. a lot.
MB: All the lots. Including ocelots!
me: i love you ocelot?
MB: Yes!! The lack of a comma is important.
me: i love you, ocelot.



*MB is the kind of person who understands complex math concepts, and knows how the quadratic equation is derived, even though she can never remember it. so if she needs it, she just derives it in the margin of whatever she's doing. me, i consider myself to be doing well to know that there is a thing called the quadratic equation and leave it at that.

some random things

i'm cleaning up some tabs.

here are some random things that i like.

a handy chart so you can know you overhead silhouettes of hawks.

i'm thinking of getting these. because shoe tying is hard.

this looks tasty and i might try it. and as long as you have apple cider, try this.

apparently you can help amnesty international track human rights violations from home.

then there's this:



UNSATISFYING from PARALLEL STUDIO on Vimeo.

and then there's kulning.

body heat

saturday morning my friend barb came to visit at camp. she likes camping, but when she's short of time or energy, she likes to come visit at camp, which means she gets to hang out and play at camping and then go home to her own bed.

so saturday morning she came down the trail with an oh-so welcome cup of hot coffee, just the way i like it. i stoked up a good fire,  which in open air in cold weather is a PROJECT. you have to babysit that thing for a couple of hours before there are enough hot coals to make it heat anything.

but then i put the coffeepot on for hot water and i made us some bowls of hot glop.

i know, sounds delicious.

so then we made some plans to go to the river of light festival in waterbury. ordinarily i would not leave my campsite to return after dark because i get freaky about it.

but barb offered to walk me back down to camp after dark.

all of this sort of explains why, at two thirty in the afternoon, with the temperature dropping, i was still hanging out on the campsite and not in my tent.

because in about an hour i was going to go up the trail and get in barb's car.

but then i was too cold. my choices were to conserve body heat NOW while i still had some to conserve, or paddle out and go home.

i cancelled with barb, washed my face in warm water, and got in my tent to begin the warming.

by five o'clock i had to leave it to pee, and when i cam back in i was shivering.

shivering represents a bit of a setback.

so i lay there in my sleeping bags and blankets: two winter weight sleeping bags, two blankets (one over and one under) FOUR air mattresses (two wide and two thick), a yoga mat (keeps the mattresses in place and prevents thermal leakage in the middle), and underneath everything, one o' them silver space blankets.

i sealed myself right in there and proceeded to eat cookies.

because your body is an amazing furnace, but it needs fuel to run on.

i kept saying to myself "i am a bright sun. i am nearly a hundred degrees warm."

i kept checking my parts to see what was warm and what wasn't. belly, chest, crotch, head, all warm. legs, butt, and feet, not so much. good news / bad news.

it took six or seven hours, but at last i was toasty warm.

but then i woke in the morning to an even colder day and a forecast of a colder night and i decided that while my body had recharged quite well, it probably didn't have the reserves to pull that off a second time on short notice.

so i packed my stuff and left camp.

today it's snowing hard and i'm glad to be indoors.

i feel a little chilly even though my heat is up and i am wearing longjohns. and every part of me that CAN be sore is sore.

so i'm pumping fluids and NSAIDS. life would be nicer if i had felt up to unloading the boats from my car yesterday.

vinegary

i'm experimenting with making cider vinegar in my kitchen.

i'm using this method more or less, and i have five jars going on my counter all with slightly different configurations.

i'll let you know how it goes.

october weather

it's old news now, but when i left site 27 in october, it was warm and dry and sunny. i left camp a little early, because what was going to follow was some nasty weather.

here is my gear packed to leave camp on october 19:




and here is what it looked like in my driveway on october 23:

applewood

a hundred years ago the era of hardscrabble farms in the valley of the waterbury river was coming to an end. many of the less fertile farms up on the hills had already been abandoned, but there was still a little community, some lumber mills, and a few successful farms in the early years of the 20th century.

Green Mountain Power was already buying up land along the river for a hydroelectric plant.

and then in 1927 the flood came down. water rushed down the valley with sufficient force that when it reached the winooski river the water itself dammed up the flow of the winooski and backed that river up to flood a long way upstream with tremendous loss of life and property.

the state of vermont along with the federal government laid out plans to buy what was left of the community on what is now called the little river and the CCC went to work building an enormous earthen dam. it was determined that as part of the new flood control project the land surrounding should be purchased under eminent domain and the hills reforested.

the river behind the dam is now the waterbury reservoir and all around it is state forest, and the land is set aside for recreation.

the farms are all gone, but some of the handsome orchards that were the farmers' pride still stand.

apple trees do not care if the farmer is dead and the house is gone to a cellarhole. they just keep being apple trees. they bear fruit pretty much as they always did.

i like to collect the branches that drop sometimes, in a storm.

it's pesky wood to work with. it has twisty grain sometimes, and because it's naturally dropped wood there are spots with rot, or insect holes, and you can't so much predict where all the flaws are going to be, but a lot of it is still good wood, and it makes me happy to reclaim it and put it to use.

applewood smells pretty when you work it, and if you can tame it, it has a pretty grain.

oftentimes when i start out to make a thing i don't know exactly what it's going to be or who it's going to be for, but usually as it takes shape i begin to know who it's for and what it will look like.

this is the most recent one.




if you can't find me, i'm out on the res.

on a sunny morning i might could be walking the old orchards, looking for dropped branches.

extra sexy

it's a running joke by now that MB tells me she thinks people with their boats unloaded and put away are especially sexy.

so here is a video of me being super sexy.