Merry Chanukah

Below are the windjammers at Ulner's Point, wrapped up for the winter and, this year, for the first time since we moved here, decorated for Chanukah:

Later they added a Christmas tree to another of the masts, but I have to say, the tree does not seem so impressive as the Magen David (Star of David).  See how the tiny tree appears to float over to the left?

So, Merry Chanukah everyone.  That was the greeting on my holiday gift from my son and grandsons. Inside was the best gift of all: a DVD containing another 90 minutes of "Wet Pants and the Fisher Baby," a home movie professionally edited by my son Sam, with soundtrack and all.  This is, I think, the third or fourth episode.  This new episode was all about their trip up here to visit us this past summer. 

I sent the boys Christmas "hats". Sam sent this photo.  Are they not handsome?  (You can't really see it, but Cello is wearing reindeer antlers that light up!)

Christmas Day it was 52 degrees here.   David and I went to the Methodist Home at 7:00 am to help make Christmas dinner to package up and send out for the "Meals on Wheels" program.  We worked there with a few other volunteers until 9:30 or so, and then went over to the church where the community Christmas Dinner is held and worked there through the rest of the morning and into the afternoon.  We served about 110-120 guests.  Santa Claus even dropped by:

And now we turn toward the end of the old year and the start of the new.  

Is there a chance for peace on earth?   May it be so, in our lifetime.

Piece work

I don't think this is going to change anything, but I find I have to speak out about guns.  Someone somewhere posted something saying, I badly paraphrase here, that the Second Amendment is just a law that people living 200 years ago constructed.  It's manmade, and can be unmade.  I agree.  It's tens of thousands of lives overdue.  So, here are my own personal recommendations for addressing gun violence.  I posted these on Facebook.  Not a single "friend" commented or "liked" them, likely because no one took the time to read the whole lengthy post.  I apologize in advance for hard-headedness, but I'm going to keep posting these thoughts over and over again.  

1. Repeal the Second Amendment, together with repeal of all “stand your ground” laws. No further “self defense” right using any firearm. No further right to carry concealed weapons. Legal use of guns by other than police, army, security personnel limited to lawful hunting and target practice/competition (such as in Olympics).

2. Ban possession of all assault rifles, all automatic and semi-automatic weapons and all ammunition for any of the same, possession of the same carries minimum fines and jail time, and bans the possessor permanently from ever receiving a license to own a gun.

3. All guns in the possession of anyone in the US must be turned in within one year of the law’s passage to specified local governmental offices.

4. When turned in, the gun owner may make an application to become a licensed gun owner. If the owner does not apply within the year, the gun is forfeited, subject to request for reimbursement (see #5 below)

5. During the first year after passage of the law, if the possessor of gun(s) does not want to apply to become a licensed gun owner and the possessor can demonstrate prior legal ownership of the gun(s), the possessor will be reimbursed the then fair market value of the gun(s), with 50% of the reimbursement paid by the government and 50% paid by the NRA.

6. The application process to obtain a license for gun ownership will include, at a minimum:

a. Background check;

b. Waiting period;

c. Documented completion of a required gun safety course;

d. Documented completion of a required gun operation course;

e. Proof of ownership of a gunlock.

f. Annual license renewal;

g. Proof of insurance;

h. Requirement to carry license and proof of insurance with gun when the gun is in lawful use;

7. Every resale of a licensed gun will require the existing owner to be licensed and the new owner to have received a license prior to taking possession of the gun.

8. Possession (and not just use or use in commission of a crime) of an unlicensed gun is subject to fine and minimum jail time and bans possessor from ever receiving a gun license.

9. Each state shall place a limit on the number of guns that may be owned by a single individual; provided that ownership of more than 5 handguns and/or 5 long guns requires the owner to register and obtain a federal license as a gun collector or gun dealer. Similar legislation re possession of ammunition.

10. When not in use for lawful purposes, all guns must have a lock in place on the weapon. If a gun lawfully licensed to an owner is discovered by police without a lock in place (including inadvertent discovery), the owner’s license must be suspended for a minimum of 90 days. A second occurrence, 180 days suspension. A third occurrence, permanent banning from having any gun license.

11. If a licensed gun is determined to have been used by anyone other than the registered gun owner, subject to #12 below, the owner is subject to significant fine and the gun license is suspended for a minimum of 90 days. A second occurrence, 180 days suspension. A third occurrence, permanent banning from having any gun license

12. If licensed gun is used in a crime or if any injury to a person occurs as a result of such use, whether used by the owner or someone else, in addition to any other charges applicable to the incident, the owner is permanently banned from having any gun license in the future and is subject to minimum jail time.

13. All use of guns by other than police, army, security personnel is prohibited during the first year following passage of the law. Use of any gun during the first year after passage of the law is a crime, whether the gun is used for hunting, target practice, etc., and the user of the gun will be banned permanently from becoming a licensed gun owner.

14. The federal and state governments should require the NRA to fund anti-gun advertisements and education. The NRA should be required to pay 50% of all gun safety courses and gun operation courses for all gun license applications for some minimum period of time such as 10 years.

* * * * *

Not in my lifetime; not in my children's lifetimes, not even in my grandchildren's lifetimes - how many more must die?

Peace.

Trichoepithelioma - say what?

Trichoepithelioma -  hard to say, impossible to spell but very good news.  Here's the whole message from Dr. Church, one of Ella's vets:

"Ella's biopsy results came back as a benign trichoepithelioma, which is an uncommon benign mass of dogs. The surgical excision was complete so recurrence is 
unlikely and the surgery is considered curative. So, great news! I hope she's doing well."

Ella IS doing well.  Her franken-scar is healing up.  We made an appointment to have her stitches removed next Wednesday.  She has finished all of her medications except antibiotics, and has one more day to take that.  The cooler weather (it was 24 degrees this morning) has made her frisky, and I would say that she's bored.  She wants to play.  She wants to run.  But although we've resumed our long walks, I haven't let her off leash to run, or chase a ball or a stick.  Soon, Ella, soon.

Meanwhile, Chicago finally releases a video showing the execution of Laquan McDonald, a 17-year old black youth, who was shot 16 times by a cop.  The cop has been indicted - but who wants to bet he gets off?  He's on paid leave in the meantime.  Paid leave!  

And the one year anniversary has come and passed of the murder of Tamir Rice, a 12 year old.  I understand a 911 caller reported a young black male with a gun - which the caller also told the 911 responder "might not be real" - but the cops who came to "investigate" claimed they were not told that the gun might be a toy, and they shot the child dead.  The toy gun was tucked in his waistband.  Tamir, may your memory be a blessing for your family and community and all young people of color everywhere.  These are my grandsons, Tamir.  I wish you could have known each other. I will tell them about you some day.

  

Meanwhile... Donald Trump would water board suspected terrorists whether or not it did any good (presumably whether it led to any useful information) because "they deserve it."  And Muslims would have to "register" and have a "special ID."  I think I went to sleep and dreamed I woke up in Germany in 1939. But wait, I'm awake.  Aren't I?

Thanksgiving arrives.  We will have dinner with our neighbors, Melissa and Tobias, and others of their family.  I have much to be grateful for, and notwithstanding the state of the world, it is important to remember that fact.  I am grateful every day for my health, for David, for my children and grandchildren, for Ella, for living in this beautiful place:

Peace.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

First, Ella:  her $1,000 surgery is scheduled for next week.  In the meantime, she has been bothering the place on her leg where they shaved the fur off of the cyst, so that the incisions they made to do a biopsy and then drain it haven't healed well.  We had go back and get what the vet referred to as a "cone of shame".  Ella doesn't like it, but she is very stoic.  Poor baby.  She's not thrilled right now.  Wait until post-surgery when she has to wear this thing non-stop for a week or more:

And... my truck's in the shop.  We had an appointment for the past two weeks for this past Monday.  On Sunday, the "check engine" light came on, and the truck began running really roughly, a problem it has had in the past but which I thought they had resolved last year.  Two days later, I'm waiting on the call to pick up the truck.  The "check engine" issue was a bad spark plug, likely due to a underlying problem with one of the cylinders.  To "fix" the underlying problem is major work - $1,800-$2,000.  Not doing it now.  Will just keep replacing spark plugs, hopefully once or twice a year until that doesn't work any more.  Meanwhile, the other "routine" work that was planned before the "check engine" issue will come to slightly more than $1,000 - just stuff needed to pass the safety inspection.  (One thing I wonder is how everyone in Maine keeps their cars "safe," given the cost to meet the inspection standards.  There are too many poor people driving too many older cars, so I know they can't be having $1,000 in work done on their cars every year.  There must be mechanics out there who will do a pro forma job and issue the stickers.  I guess I could look for such a mechanic, but our guys are good, trustworthy, and in the end, I actually do want a safe vehicle.  Still, $1,000... with a larger $2,000 problem looming in the future ... it hurts.)  And...

Yet another visit this week to Dead River, our new fuel company, the one that sold us the new propane furnace.  They have been unable to straighten out our billing since day one.  Having paid the $7,500 purchase price for the furnace, my next invoice showed me owing $9,000.  I've been into their local office (conveniently a block from our house) twice a month since August.  Finally this week their office manager got involved.  The result of her calculations: I owed another $800, which I paid (I do have a sneaking suspicion this may still be wrong and I plan to double-check her numbers.)  Of course, I am still waiting on a $600 rebate the company was responsible for applying for on my behalf.   A customer - at least, THIS customer - just can't win.

Anyway, maybe it's just the Bang! Bang! Bang! of these three big bills, but I'm feeling down.  Or maybe it's reading about what's going on in the bigger world. I need a sanity check.  I wish I could magically leave the U.S. and spend a week in 5 or 6 different countries so that I could "see" the U.S. from a different reality.  Living in the U.S. feels like waking up in a carnival "fun house" where you look in the mirror and you see 100 images, all distorted:  A mirror in which Jeb Bush and Marco Rubio are considered "mainstream" Republican candidates and Hillary "Wall Street" Clinton is referred to as a "progressive."  Students in a Yale fraternity turn a black woman away from a frat house party, openly saying, "white girls only."   An 8 year old African-American child is taken away by police in handcuffs.  10,000 refugees enter Greece in one week, and Trump earns applause for insisting we will forcibly remove all undocumented workers from the U.S. and build a fence between the U.S. and Mexico ("It will work," he says, "look at Israel."  Yeah, let's look at Israel!).  Ben Carson says the pyramids were built not for burying pharaohs but to store grain, and he wants to replace Medicare with a $2,000 health care savings account.  A doctor sends out a notice to his patients that he will no long prescribe birth control because he's a Catholic, and people I know and believe to be educated and reasonable defend that position.  A poll conducted in Israel finds that a majority of Israeli Jews believe that "suspected" terrorists should be executed on the spot, and the houses of their families should be demolished; the Israeli government approves 2,000 more housing units in  the West Bank and retroactively approves two illegal settlements - the same week Obama welcomes Netanyahu to the White House.  2015 is on track to be the warmest year on record, with record carbon released into the atmosphere, carbon that will continue impacting the environment for hundreds of years, even if we were to cease releasing any more carbon into the atmosphere today.  

I could go on, but I really just want to go back to bed, or go into a closet, wrap a coat around my head, and stay there.  Or take a long walk off the end of this pier (pic from Ella's and my walk 2 days ago):

At least I don't have a cone around my head.  At the risk of spitting into the wind, I will pray to the God of Abraham, who is the God I choose not to believe in, for:

Peace.

Animal talk

Poor Jinx.  A lost ferret must have a very tough life.  Yes, we have a lost ferret in our neighborhood.  His/her name is Jinx.  He/she is very cute.  Like a baby raccoon:

We've been keeping an eye out on our walks.  I'm sure Ella would LOVE to find a ferret, any ferret.  North Main Street is just around the corner from us.  We walk on some part of it almost every day.  I feel bad for the ferret.  It's been cold.  There are other wild creatures out there, and outdoor cats, that likely wouldn't want a ferret moving into their territory.  I wonder how the ferret went "missing".  How do you lose a ferret? Like a dog?  Got off leash?  Do you "walk" a ferret?

Not that I want to be mercenary about it, but the posters - which are everywhere - don't say what you need to do to get the reward.  Do you get it if you call in a tip - "Saw Jinx on Cedar street at 6:45 am"?  Or only if you manage to capture (how the heck do you catch a ferret?) and return Jinx to his obviously distressed owners (do they consider themselves "owners" of the ferret?  or its "mom" and/or "dad")?

Anyway, that's what's happening on the escaped domestic animal front.

In other animal news closer to home, we took Ella to the vet today.  She was to get a booster vaccine, but in the end, didn't.  I wanted the vet to look at a cyst-like thing on her leg.  I was worried about it, expecting bad news.  It turned out to be likely a benign cyst that had become infected.  They drained it, we paid them $200 and they sent us home with antibiotics, probiotics and anti-inflammatory meds.  In two or three weeks she is to go back to have the underlying cyst itself removed surgically.  Cost - about $800 - $1,000.  Ah, well... it's only money...  Like I told the vet, "there goes Christmas!"  Then I admitted I am Jewish.  Ha ha ha.  I am so grateful that it is a benign cyst that the surgery bill seems quite reasonable.  Who couldn't love this cute face (so I feel very sad for Jinx, who has a very cute face him/herself)?

In other hang dog news:

... the Mets lost Game 1 of the World Series in a 14 inning, 5 hour marathon.  I gave up after inning 12, when it was 4 to 4, I think.  The Kansas City Royals seem to be on a mission.  The Mets seem ... well, like the Mets.  Game 2 tonight - along with the next Republican so-called "debate."  

... meanwhile, a 2.8 billion dollar blimp escaped its "mooring" and is floating across the Pennsylvania countryside, knocking out power lines and causing power outages, while two air force (or some sort of military) fighter jets (try to) track it.  How much success you think they're having might be measured by the fact that they've asked "the public" to call in if the blimp is sighted.  

... several hundred people, including hundreds of women and children, captives of Boko Haram, apparently have been rescued by the Nigerian army.  Good, but not enough. #BringBackOurGirls - every single one of them.  Soon.  Today.

Peace, peace, far and near.

Raking leaves

and reading poetry (Wesley McNair, Stuart Kestenbaum, a collection by 4 local women poets), beginning Ta-Nehisi Coates' book Between the World and Me, making potato-leek soup, buying Ella more food, snacks and crispy duck (like duck jerky), trying to find a local store that sells mattress toppers and sleeping with my camping air mattress under the sheet on top of the futon in the meantime, thinking about letting my hair grow long(er), vacuuming and vacuuming and vacuuming up dog hair, dead leaves and wood shavings (tracked up from the cellar by David from the beautiful skin-on-frame kayak David has made for me; skin to go on in the spring), adding leaves to and turning the compost bins, and always, morning (and often afternoon and/or evening) walks with Ella.  This weekend:

Down at the pier on Saturday morning, all the boats except this one had been pulled from the water.  The next morning, all these floating docks had all been pulled out of the water, too, and stacked up on shore.  Now the pier is just ... the pier.  Until next spring.  Then maybe I'll rent a dingy space on the floating docks for my little wooden boat.  And I can walk down to the pier, jump in the boat, and row / sail off into the blue... In the meantime... considering 

The machinations of human beings.  We shout.  We rail.  We murder one another.  We watch children starve with food in our grocery stores, warehouses and refrigerators.  We let people die of disease with drugs to cure them on the shelf.  We lay on our air mattresses and don't know the names of those who sleep on the street, in our own town. Who are we?  Why are we?  

But the Mets are in the World Series, so all is not completely wrong with the world.  My grandson turns 9 on Halloween.  And locally we can help bats, talk death, learn consciousness or serve dogs:

Help Set a World Record and Do Good for Maine Bats, Sat., Oct. 31, 10 a.m.-3 p.m. Maine Coastal Islands NWR Visitor Center in Rockland is one of many host sites across U.S. & Canada trying to build 5,000 bat houses in a day. Call for a time slot to assemble a kit: 594-0600, ext. 5. 

Rockland South End Death Cafe, 4-6 p.m., Sail, Power & Steam Museum, Rockland. Eat cake, talk about death. Not a bereavement session, therapy or grief support. Donations welcome. RSVP: 701-7627. FMI: Death Cafe.com.

Class on Theta Consciousness, 1-4 p.m., Belfast Dance Studio. Led by Deborah Knight Eaton, author of “Going Deep: My Transcendent Journey into Theta Consciousness,” on sale at Coyote Moon, Belfast Co-op, Amazon. $45. FMI: 338-1424, ThetaPatterning@gmail.com.

Dogtoberfest at The Animal House, Fri., Oct. 30, 4-6 p.m., 15 Coastal Market Dr., Damariscotta. Dog beer and sausages will be served. FMI: 563-5595.

Me, I vote for Dogtoberferst.  Ella does, too.

Peace.

Challa-luyah ... and an egg is ...

Highlights of this past week:

With our synagogue Administrator/Hebrew School co-instructor away for two weeks ("forced" to take a trip to Paris with a girlfriend, poor thing), I volunteered to "help" with Hebrew School last week, to bake challah and decorate challah covers with the kids.  Here are some of the results:

The next day, Friday, the Belfast Poetry Festival began, and I was among the 10 finalists of the Maine Postmark Poetry Contest invited to read the 10 winning poems.  To my surprise, my poem was given First Place, and at the event on Friday, I read the poem and received a check for $100.  The poem (called "Before") will also be published in Off The Coast.  Here's a blurb from the publication's website about it:

"The Mission of Off the Coast is to become recognized around the world as Maine's international poetry journal, a publication that prizes quality, diversity and honesty in its publications and in its dealings with poets.

"Off the Coast, a quarterly journal by Resolute Bear Press, publishes poetry, artwork and reviews. Arranged much like an anthology, each issue bears a title drawn from a line or phrase from one of its poems. "Something New To Say To The Sea," the title of the Summer Water Issue in 2010 came from the poem, "The River" by Susan Johnson. ...

"... We believe small presses and literary magazines are the lifeblood and testing ground for all writers. A handful of writers break through to major houses, but a much larger voice would go unheard if not for small presses and literary magazines. ..."

I'm not sure when the poem will appear in Off The Coast.  I believe there's a chance it will make the Fall 2015 issue.   On Saturday David and I attended a panel discussion on "Poetry as a Force for Social Dialogue."  It was good.  One thing we learned is that the state of Maine has recently proposed "updated" rules and regulations for prisoners incarcerated in the state that would make it a punishable offense for a prisoner to write a poem or a story - let alone an essay or a letter - about his or her prison experience if the same were to be published.  Punishment could include up to 18 days in solitary confinement.  (An additional change would make it punishable if a prisoner failed to be "courteous" at all times!!!)  Poets in Maine are active in trying to get these, and some other changes, removed.  Go Poets, Go! (And keep an eye out for similar changes in prison regulations elsewhere around the country!)

Meanwhile, on Facebook someone posted about teaching poetry in schools.  They apparently asked a class of fourth graders to write a poem about what a poem is.  One wrote:  "A poem is an egg with a horse inside."  I love that.  I hope all my poems may some day hatch horses!

This morning there appeared to be a convention of sea gulls at the pier to which Ella and I usually go.  Not only did they cover the pier, but dozens upon dozens more floated in the water on both sides of the pier.  I wonder who the guest speaker was.  At any rate, our arrival caused those on the portion of the pier closest to us to take off, lifting in flight all at once, a beautiful sight.  Meanwhile, see the remaining gulls, lined up at the front of the floating dock, watching the sunrise:

Peace.

And on we go ... a lot about me, fair warning ...

I have been remiss about writing here, and in the space between now and the last post, we've turned the corner from late summer to autumn.  The trees here are not yet quite in full fall dress, but are turning.  We have had cooler days and chilled nights.  Two nights ago it got down to 36 degrees (Fahrenheit).  Good sleeping weather.  Soon it will be time to rake leaves.  Now that our composting bin is in action, I actually look forward to having big piles of leaves.  Browns for the compost pile!  I've pulled out the tomato vines, cucumber plants and added them to the bin.  The basil is leggy and sad, but still standing.  Our carrots, however, are deep, fat and very sweet.  

We finally attached the sail to the mast of my wooden boat.  Well, almost.  We still have to attach the tack to the mast with a downhaul and the clew to the boom with an outhaul and then the main sheet to the boom.  But there sail itself is attached to the mast and boom, the sprit rigging is working as is the halyard.  (Believe me, I know that the foregoing has lost most if not all of my few readers, and I'll leave the sailor's jargon now, but, I want to record here what was actually done).  I am thinking of not trying to put her in the water for a sail this fall.  I feel pushed up against the coming winter.  People are hauling boats out of the harbor.  I am thinking of her first sail in the lengthening sunshine of a spring day.  Not sure yet.

I tried to look back at earlier summer posts to see if I had mentioned anything in this blog about submitting poems to the 2015 Maine Postmark Poetry Contest.  It doesn't look like I did.  But I did - submit poems.  In fact, I submitted four poems.  The deadline was mid-August.  The blurb about the contest said they would announce winners by September 15.  September 15 came and went, and I wasn't contacted.  It wasn't that this was a big thing on my mind, but I was aware of the silence regarding contest results as the date came and went.  Then, lo and behold, a week or 10 days later, I received an email from the contest organizer announcing results.  I assumed it was a mass mailing to everyone who had submitted poems or was otherwise interested in the contest - but it turned out to be an email to the 10 contest finalists, myself among them.  I was amazed and very pleased.  (Poems are submitted anonymously - poem on a sheet without author's name, and separate cover note with author's name, contact information and the poem's title.  The Belfast Poetry Festival had a committee of 5 persons who selected 10 finalists' poems and a single judge who selects the 4 place winners - honorable mention, third, second and first place.  All 10 finalists were invited to come to the festival on October 16 and read their winning poems - including me!)

I tried not to think too much about the next step, but I know I hoped against hope to be among the 4 place winners.  And, lo and behold, only a few days later I received an email informing me that my poem (called, "Before") had won first place.  First place!  Imagine that if you will (I still have a difficult time, even with the email on the screen in front of me).  

This coming Friday evening, I will attend the Belfast Poetry Festival and read my poem.  I am told I will receive a cash prize of $100 and the poem will be published in the Maine journal, "Off The Coast."  I am very nervous.  In addition to the 10 finalists, a long list of other poets and artists will read and perform at the Festival.  Maine seems to sprout poets like the sea bed off of Maine's coast does lobsters.  Really, there are poets everywhere in this state.  (Was that true in other places I have lived, but I was just unaware of it?)  And every poet seems to be highly educated - B.A., M.F.A., professor of this, emeritus of that, current or past Poet Laureate of this or that town (or state).  That is intimidating to me.  I am no professor, I have no advanced or even undergraduate degree.  But I do write poems, have for a long time, more consistently and seriously the last five years or so  However, except for a brief period many years ago, until recently I had not tried to find an audience for my poems.  A few years ago I began sending a few poems to a few poetry contests.   This is the third time a poem of mine has received recognition, and this is the most significant contest to give such recognition.   I hope this will motivate me to work harder on my writing and to continue to seek audiences for my poems.  

Meanwhile, the world turns.  Trump leads the polls in the Republican presidential race, moving from laughing stock to harbinger of dangerous times.  (Read It Can't Happen Here by Sinclair Lewis.)  Bernie Sanders leads Hillary Clinton in Iowa and New Hampshire, but not in South Carolina.  I try to imagine a head-to-head election of Donald Trump and Bernie Sanders.  The mind reels.  Mass shootings, Oregon, Arizona, Texas.  Ben Carson - erstwhile presidential candidate and surgeon that will never take a scalpel to my brain - says if Jews had been armed, perhaps the Holocaust would have been prevented.  The mind reels further.

My first social security payment is deposited in my checking account.  I am grateful and believe that I will get by.  At the same time, I wonder how so many others of my generation - including my brother - are able to face the years ahead with any equanimity, given only this pittance to keep a warm bed and a plate of food between them and the wolves at their doors.

The old, the aged, senior, senior citizen, the elderly, geezer, old woman, old lady, old bat - I stand at the door and look across its threshold.  Bring it on!  From "Events & Happenings" in The Free Press I find the following (but we geezers might want to take the later class first, don't you think?):

Rock Climbing for Beginners, 4-6 p.m. on your choice of Oct. 6 or 13, Maiden’s Cliff Parking Lot, Rte. 52, Camden. Led by Northern Vertical. Adults & teens welcome. Ages 13-17 must be accompanied by an adult. $35. 

“A Matter of Balance: Managing Concerns About Falls,” Tuesdays and Thursdays Oct. 6-29, 9-11 a.m., Quarry Hill, Camden. Designed to help seniors stay independent while building strength, stamina. FMI: 602-1657. Free; suggested donation of $10.

Peace.

A New Year and Common Ground

L'Shanna Tova Tikateivu - Happy New Year!  May all living things and all creation  be written in the Book of Life for another year of life, health, happiness and prosperity!

Okay, I have to admit that my fingers slowed on the keys as I typed the foregoing. I hesitated because I had in mind the Republican presidential candidates and other equally scurrilous forms of existence.  Do I really want to wish another year of life, health, etc. for Donald Trump, Ted Cruz, et al?  I guess I do.  How often we tend to forget that we do not sit in judgment over who will live and who will die.  Or we should not and should not seek to do so.  This week a 41 year old husband and father, nephew of someone in my synagogue, died on Rosh Hashanna of complications of diabetes.  Perhaps while I was chanting the words, "who will live and who will die," he was dying.  We will never know why, will we, who will live and who will die.  So the only thing to do is to fervently wish, pray and hope that all of creation should thrive ... and that we, creation's sleepers, may soon wake up.

Morning walk with Ella this week

I spent a lovely Rosh HaShanna with Helen.  I missed being in my little synagogue here, but it was good to hear the familiar melodies and see old friends.  And it has been good to be home, taking Ella for our morning walks, cleaning up the garden - only a couple of tomato plants remaining and very tired basil; the carrots still thriving though.   I moved my rosemary from the raised bed to a pot in preparation for bringing it inside this winter.  It smells heavenly:

Looking ahead, I am upset that the Rockland Library has scheduled the Maine Poet Laureate, Wesley McNair (who happens to be MY favorite poet) to speak on Tuesday night next, which is Erev Yom Kippur.  That means that I, and just about every Jewish soul in Midcoast Maine will be in synagogue for Kol Nidre, probably the most widely attended service of the year.


I understand that we Jews have A LOT of holidays, but Yom Kippur, and even more so the evening before Yom Kippur, are to Jews - even to pretty secular Jews - at least what Christmas is to Christians - even to pretty secular Christians. The Library would never schedule an event on Christmas morning, why on the eve of Yom Kippur?

I went to the Library to see the programming director.  She was out.  I left my name and phone number with a request to be called.  She has not called.  I'll go back tomorrow.  I will also write to Wesley McNair directly.  And possibly a letter to our local paper.  I love Wesley McNair.  I have all of his books.  David and I have driven to nearby towns to hear him speak.  Even so, I will be in shul on Tuesday evening.  Shame on the Rockland Public Library!

On a happier note, beginning next Friday is the Common Ground Country Fair, organized I believe by the Maine Organic Farmers and Gardeners Association.  We have not been able to attend previously but plan to go this year.  Despite my leftist and hippy-ish past and tendencies, respectively, the Common Ground Fair may be too much even for me.  Here is a list of the events offered between 9:00 am and 11:00 am on just 1 of 3 days:

9:00 am

• Easy Tyre Repair
• Common Ground Zero Waste 2016
• Beginning Seed Saving for the Home Gardner
• Vegetable Companion Planting with Herbs
• Developing Safe Havens with Horses
• The Pros and Cons of Disbudding and De-horning
• Q&A: Organic Certification - Drop by & Ask the Experts
• Edible and Medicinal Plant Walk
• Felting Demo
• Oxen Demonstration
• Cart Demo
• Donkey & Mule Show
• Highland Mary Morris
• Women’s Sacred Music
• Blacksmithing Demonstrations
• Farm Activities with Kids: Grind Grain, Make Butter, Cider and Bread; Play Chess Too!
• Spinning
• Art Hunt
• Antique Windlass
• Earth Loom Weaving
• Fiber Demonstrations
• Fleece Sale
• Highland Cattle Farming
• Stoneworking Demonstrations

9:30 am

• Sock Poi Make and Take with Zoe Cat & Bridget
• Choosing Livestock for Your Needs
• Directional Tree Felling with a Chainsaw
• Tree Identification & the Maine Woods
• Maine Energy Education
• Paper Bull Puppet Company Touch Table
• Music and Magic Maine: Instrument and Craft Activites
• The Spark Artists’ Collective

10:00 am

• Ecological & Food Systems Skits and Songs
• Canning and Freezing Basics
• Mowing with and Sharpening the European Scythe
• Gardening Astrologically
• Advanced Seed Saving
• Home Orchard Spraying for Beginners
• Wet & Dry Seed Saving
• Spinning with Support Spindles
• The Native American Wool Project
• Home Firewood Production
• Harry S. Truman Manure Pitch - Basket Fill Toss
• Sahaja Yoga Mediation
• Herbs to Enhance Vitality
• Raising Guinea Hens for Food and Fun
• Raising Heritage Pigs for Meat
• Sheep Dog Demo
• Teach your Riding Horse to Drive
• Sorcha Cribben-Merril
• Women’s Sacred Music
• Restorative Justice in our Communities
• 100% Maine-Made Renewable Energy
• Biodiesel 101: Heat and Transportation
• Processing Acorns into Flour Demonstration
• Nia
• Poetry Slam
• Weave Like it’s 1699 Class
• Bread on a Stick Workshop
• Various Bicycle Demos
• Arts, Crafts, Canned Goods & Dried Foods Juding
• Fleece Show Judging
• Horse Drawn Rides
• Powing and Manure Spreading Demonstrations
• People Powered Bike Parade: Celebration of Wheeled Mobility

What do you think?  The Pros and Cons of Disbudding and De-horning?  I would say that depends on whom will be disbudded and/or de-horned.  Personally I'd like to see horses taught to drive.  What car or truck is big enough for a student horse driver?  How do they modify the seat to fit the horse?  Steering wheel for use by hooves?  Hmmm...

May we all be written and sealed in the Book of Life.

Peace.

One month, a paddling vacation and a "super moon"

We are back a week-long course in "Elements of Coastal Kayaking" at Woodenboat School in Brooklin (Maine).  During the week I realized I had reached the one-month anniversary of my retirement.  It went by fast!  So far, so good.  We were busy and so was the world.   A highlight of that month was the arrival at the end of July of beautiful Maya Eva, first grandchild of our dear friend Helen.  Welcome to the world, Maya Eva.  May you always be happy, healthy and more loved every day, and may you live a long and joyous life!

I think the thing that has surprised me most about this month has been how quickly and painlessly I have "let go" of a "career" and all it entailed.  I miss my regular contact with a few specific individuals, but that's it.    I've been trying to be in touch with one person who has been so furiously busy, she hasn't been able to connect with me until this morning.  Then I hear the stress in her voice, and I wonder ... is that how I used to sound?  Is that how I spent the last 15 years - if not even more - of my life?  Anyway, I was afraid that I would find it hard, emotionally speaking, to "let go" of something that I spent 10-12 hours a day for 15 years being more or less obsessed with.  But it is basically gone.  Except for caring how it continues to affect a very small number of co-workers I consider friends, I'm done with it.  

Our "kayaking" vacation was wonderful.  We had 2-3 hours of paddling every morning and another 2-3 hours of paddling every afternoon for 5 days. We practiced different paddling strokes.  We would generally paddle to a nearby island, land on the island, discuss what came next, get back in the boats, practice turning, backing up, etc. Then we would paddle back to the school for lunch.  Afternoon, paddle to another island, perhaps further away, maybe circle the island, sometimes get out and hike a bit, and so on.

One day we loaded all of the kayaks on a big rack pulled by a school truck and drove to a freshwater lake.  There we practiced "wet exits" - which I think is pretty self-explanatory (flip the kayak over, clamber out underwater, and come up breathing if spluttering!)  Also "self rescues" - which involve - while outside of the kayak in the water - putting a foam flotation device on one end of the paddle, attaching the paddle at right angles to the kayak, throwing a leg over the paddle (!), hoisting yourself up onto the back deck of the kayak, then squiggling and wriggling your feet and legs down into the cockpit of the boat - face down - and flipping over to be right side up, all without falling into the water ....  I actually managed to do this ungainly procedure several times without flipping myself back into the lake, and with only bruises up and down both legs to the worse for the experience.  Still, I'm hoping no one in the class has any photographic evidence of the utter lack of grace involved in my own "self rescues." 

Our instructor - the main reason we took the course - was wonderful and our class mates were interesting and fun.  We plan to stay in touch and perhaps all take the course again in the future.  Another interesting person we met was a man from Buenos Aires, Daniel.  He is an expert kayaker and newer woodworker and was taking a boat building course.  He was great fun to talk to, and at the celebratory dinner on the last evening he asked someone to take a photo of himself, David and me, which he sent to me.  Here it is:

That same evening was the beginning of the "super moon" and I took this photo:

From the sublime.... I haven't posted local "events" listings much lately, and it appears that I've missed quite a number of ... fascinating happenings, including but not limited to:

• Dialogue about Fermentation and Art, 7 p.m., Art Salon at Waterfall Arts, 256 High St., Belfast. Discussion between artists, fermenters, audience. Complements “Fermentation” exhibit, running to Sept. 11, in which artists were paired with fermenters who make bread, beer, sauerkraut, etc. Free; donations welcome.

• Dudley Zopp Hosts Open House at Beech Nut, 10 a.m.-2 p.m., Beech Hill Preserve, Rockport. She’s on hand to discuss her “Stones on the Move” installation.

• Walk with a Geologist at Porter Preserve, 1-3 p.m., Kimballtown Rd., Barter’s Island. Henry Berry points out traces of 470 million years of geologic history. Limited to 15. Registration: thall@bbrlt.org or 633-4818.

• Mediums’ Gallery Demonstration, 5-7 p.m., Temple Heights Spiritual Camp, Northport. With Sandra McFadden and Colin Hall. They put on another demo Sat., Aug. 29, from 5-7 p.m. $15 for either. FMI: TempleHeightsCamp.org, 338-3029.

• Talk on Maine’s Wild Turkeys, noon, Tuesday Talks at Merryspring Nature Center, Camden. By microbiologist Dr. Peter Milligan. $5/members free.

• “The KKK in Maine: A Flame That Flamed Out,” 7:30 p.m., Old Town House, off Union Common. Free talk by author Mark Alan Leslie. Refreshments.

• Silent Worship at 1885 Chapel, 9:30-10:30 a.m. Sundays in summer, St. Paul’s Union Chapel, Dutch Neck Rd., Waldoboro. FMI: 832-7001.

It's hard to decide what to do, so many choices.  But now that I'm retired  I have more time, so perhaps I could attend several of these events.  I admit to being intrigued by the concept of a talk on fermentation and art (with free bread, beer and sauerkraut!)  Who knew?  But I think I'll skip that one. I like the name "Dudley Zopp" but is that the artist?  I was thinking that maybe her talk about "stones on the move" would be of interest to the geologist leading the discussion of 470 million years of Maine geologic history.  That would involve rocks, right, i.e. "stones on the move" - but very very slowly.

I include the "Medium's Gallery Demonstration" as a follow up to my recent post about the Temple Heights Spiritual Camp.  David and I have been busy doing "consecutive things" but we might take time out for a demonstration by mediums (grammatically speaking, that should that be "demonstration by media," shouldn't it?).  Just would would be "demonstrated" do you think?

I actually would like to hear the talk on wild turkeys.  David and I passed a flock of 15-20 wild turkeys on the way home from Wooden Boat - beautiful.  However, I fear this event has already taken place.  The KKK flame out talk sounds interesting, but even if the KKK flamed out, racism is alive and well up here in Maine.  

The bottom line seems to be that I am left with the "Silent Worship" event.  Silence is something I'm comfortable with.  I think I'll go there now.

Peace.

A Photo Blast from the (Distant) Past

My cousin Nancy Carol called this week to tell me she had spoken with a relative of Kate Wells (may she rest in peace), a very close family friend - at least I think that was the connection - and she received a bunch of old photographs mostly of my mom and dad, my brother John, me, as well as of Kate. 

By way of background, my paternal grandfather passed away at the age of 29 when my father's mother was pregnant with my father.  My widowed pregnant grandmother went to stay with Dr. and Sue Wells (whom she knew from nursing school) in Mississippi and my father was born in the Wells' home in Alligator, MS.  Not too much later, Dr. and Sue's own daughter, Kate, was born there.  My father and Kate spent the early years of their childhoods together and stayed close.  (My younger sister and brother are named Sam and Sue after Dr. and Sue Wells!)

Anyway, I'm going to post here a slew of the photos that Carol sent.  (That's today's consecutive thing.)  Here we go:

John - 3 months

John - our mother had a thing for saddle shoes! But I didn't know John wore them, too!

Alice and John - Myrtle Beach, SC  Dig the bandanna.  Wish I knew what book she was reading.

Alice and John - Myrtle Beach, SC  Alice was a babe!

A very rare photo indeed - the 4 of us together, my 1st birthday - may be the only such photo in existence

2nd birthday - I think back then I actually LIKED icing.  

On Long Island circa 1953 - I didn't know I went there before 1955

Long Island circa 1953

Long Island circa 1953

The formal portraits

Last, but certainly not least, Miss Kate Wells, who was a beauty in her time, and was beautiful throughout her long life in every way that matters - may her memory continue to be a blessing for our family:

Kate Wells 

That's it for today.

Peace.