Sunday, August 15, 2010

Good Times


With good friends. S and I have decided that if we invite people in on a regular basis for a meal then the house gets clean. So we did just that and had the Z's and J in for dinner. Hike before but only with the Z's - J- is deeply allergic - through the Indian Ridge/Bakers Meadow loop. The swans were there but no kids as far as I could see. Maybe not a good year for swan babies - I never saw any this spring, so I don't know if the eggs ever hatched before the turtles and various local predators got them. And it was so dry and dusty with water levels the lowest I've seen them ever. Ironic that last March I was writing about floods. . .

Clean house, good food, good friends. One of the many things I love about summer.

Friday, August 13, 2010

Sucking Summer Dry













Hike Ku for Appleton Farms and Grass Rides

Again bad directions
She doesn't know left from right
And we add on miles

Hike Ku for Old Town Hill and Marsh

The Marsh washed yellow
And a ruby through the trees
day's end in August

Of these last few precious days before I return to work. Today we puttered a bit in the a.m. and headed out for a hike in Hamilton/Ipswich on a Trustee's property - Appleton Farms - complete with CSA and cows. Some unplanned hiking brought us near the cows, but most of the planned hike was in the woods and pastures edge. You can probably tell from the haiku why that was so. . . And S- is making jokes about hamburger for dinner. This Bonus Hike Ku courtesy of S - sorry baby cows

A cow licks my hand
I feel used; I'll get revenge
with my next hamburger.

A break for fried clams and HANDCUT FRIES at the Ipswich Clambake - very delicious with no lines, unlike the Clam Box up the way and well worth the stop. S- and I shared a plate, I cannot imagine eating one of those suckers by yourself although I heard a number of them ordered while we were there. Salisbury Beach for a dip and some yoga on the beach and a brief read then off again to a sunset hike at Old Town Farm and Marsh. THAT was stunningly beautiful. The mosquitoes were a nuisance, but the color and light display through the lingering day was extraordinary. And home with another 7 or 8 miles on these legs.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

shouldn't have swum in the bay

ended up home sick. up all night with a miserable migraine - the first in ages and spent most of the day in headache and medication fog. no hikes for me. just sofa and books.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Sinister Swamp Hiking Day


This was a day of hazard hikes. Steep overlooks, quicksand and the EEE bearing mosquitoes. Do we love nature or what?

Ogilvie Woods in Weston with it's mythic bog. Quicksand. I do not kid. I have signage photos to prove it. (Although in this dry summer, not nearly as sinister as all that)

Purgatory Chasm with it's rock scramble, tourist hordes and empty side trails and lastly Waters Farm, which like so many hike descriptions sounded a lot more charming in the book than in the reality. 8 miles; or so about half of it sinister swampiness. A light day.

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Only 9 miles

More hikes! More hikes! We went to the Duxbury round pound hike. Cranberry bogs and ponds and very pretty - but very very hot. And then over to Whitney Thayer woods for miles and miles in the woods. I am always amazed at how close we are to tens of thousands of people and we're in the woods alone. Just us. And one very brief dog encounter. And it was pleasant in the woods considering it was 90 degrees when we drove in on route 3A, but the best part of all was the open dairy bar and the raspberry sorbet at the end of it all. And after yesterday's marathon of hiking, 9 miles is. . . only 9 miles. . .

Monday, August 9, 2010

We're making up for lost time. . .
















Hike Ku for Naskatucket Beach


After miles of trail

stony beach is our reward

We don't have to share


Hike Ku for Destruction Brook

3 colors, 3 boys

meet by Broadway's old stone ghosts

as Sasha runs away


Hike Ku for Slocum River

Between these stone walls

coy Monarchs play hard to get

Photo ops abound





Lost hiking time that is. We headed out very early to the south shore for three - count em - three of the 60/60 hikes. S- decided that since our hiking in Vermont had been seriously truncated we should go for 2 60/60 each day this week. Being the over achieving hiker type that I am, we went for three in spite of the forecasted 90 degree day and the triple E mosquito borne illness threat. The first part of Slocum River was lovely, marsh and estuary but the rest of it - feh. In the woods, boggy, swampy, buggy green. And with the exception of the beach and meadow at Nasatucket, the rest of the dozen or so miles we hiked, also very woodsy. I've decided my favorite season in the woods is winter followed closely by (of course) autumn during the foliage season. Summer, not so much - just a lot of green. 12 miles of green.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Northeast Kingdom


After our escape from North Hero - we are in a delightful quiet state park in the northeast kingdom of Vermont. Things are looking up - still buggy but not horrible and we have a campers beach just down the hill to swim in. Still hot and humid, but not quite so oppressive as all that and certainly far superior to Boston weather this week.

And I thought I should include a photo of the new tent. We have a screened in porch and everything. The jury's still out on the tent though. It's heavy. It's harder to put up and it's also got that stupid awning rain fly pole that kept breaking in the other tent. But if we ever need a mosquito escape that would be the one big positive in my book.

We took a walk on the park "hiking" trails to visit the bog and hope for a look at Mr. Moose but other than toads and frogs - alas no wildlife for us. And although it was a pleasant enough walk in the woods, I cannot by any stretch of the imagination call it a hike. We can hear the loons tho- all hours of day and night that haunting lonely call. I wonder why they call? And call so frequently? Is it because they like the sounds of their voices or because they want other loons to know they're around? If a loon called in an empty forest - would it still make a sound?

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

My Hero? Not!


Looks pretty, doesn't it? Looks. Aren't. Everything. After I spent a morning of weeping and wailing and generally being out of sorts after Sarah's departure, we decided there was nothing for it but to head off to Vermont for a week or more of camping and hiking. I've had very little tent time this summer and I miss it. And my return to work is in less than two weeks. Our first stop was North Hero State Park on one of the Champlain Islands. It SOUNDED like it would be lovely. The guidebook described a remote park, with few services on the shores of Lake Champlain. It was not lovely. Full of mosquitoes, dank, humid and with a swimming ban due to high bacterial counts, we found ourselves trapped in an unexpectedly hikeless, swimless environment. So we did the only thing possible under the circumstances. Went to the 'beach' where most of the mosquitoes were blown away by the crisp wind (Did I mention the servere thunderstorms in the area?) and shared a bottle of wine. A large bottle of wine. And when we were appropriately anesthetized against mosquitoes or really quite caring at all about much of anything - to the tent to sleep it off and plot our escape for the morrow.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Beauty School - bleh

We thought we'd have cheap hair at the beauty school. All these times, I've had great experiences. This time, not so much. Not for either of us - Sarah or me. We had a couple of very green students, and mine was not only inept at shampooing, but not really clued into my increasingly obvious statements about the shampoo and conditioner remaining on my scalp or the only partially shampooed hair. The daughter fared equally well or not in the highlights department. Oops. Oh well, I console my self with the thought that I didn't have to pay hundreds of dollars for hair fail in a pricey Andover salon. Shopping (again) I am SOOO ready to be done with shopping. And family dinner and ice cream outing which included her friend Zim and yes, that's it. We're up early and out to get the girl on a plane for her flight to L.A. and then on to Hanoi in a couple of days. I'll miss her. It's been a rich and full visit and a very short one.

Monday, August 2, 2010

60/60

Or 32/60. Hike in Thoreau's footsteps to Walden pond and back. 9 Miles or thereabouts because the author or the hiking guide SUCKS at directions.

Sunday, August 1, 2010

A Mother Daughter Wedding

Of our dear Leah and William, her sweetie from UK and their Oxford days. She was a beautiful bride, he a blushing and gawky groom, and I hope that happiness continues every day for them. They are both so sweet.

We raced to the wedding from the young Kelley's having a brunch with them on the tour du Sarah. I love little kids. I really love those little kids.

Saturday, July 31, 2010

60/60

Or 30/60. This one up Watatic on the midstate with the Z's, with a bonus walk at Beaver Brook. And dinner after. Lots of dinner.

Friday, July 30, 2010

Friday hanging around

And very little else. Sarah and Jon went off to the lakehouse to visit their Dad and stepmother and we slugged. I went back to bed, slept off a sleepless night and a migraine and we pretty much vegged all the day long.

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Shopping redux

We left the house early, early enough for diner breakfast at my new favorite local place, Three Dawgz - where I tried to convince them to carry poutine. But maybe it would be better for me if they didn't. . .And then shopping. And some more shopping. Followed by shopping. (I did score big at J Jill for my patience tho - nice to be rewarded) We ended up at my sister's for a lovely visit and simple meal with the two girl cousins who were there. E. getting ready to go off to Missoula and K. my other daughter who is staying in Kittery while on an intern site placement.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Shopping

With Sarah. Who love my opinion on her wardrobe. 5 hours at Marshalls. 5 hours at one friggin store. I'm a saint. Really. And then home for dinner and my post shopping collapse. No yoga yet!

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Je suis arrive

From our Canadian sojourn on the tour du Sarah. Up early, out of the campground - NOT that difficult when a bear kept me up all night - out to breakfast at a completely charming little place in the Laurentians on our way out of the area and on to Montreal to pick up the girl. Then to the last poutine stop before the border (food loomed large today) and home where we mostly collapsed into the evening. There was television.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Hurts so Good

We moved today to the more developed part of the park, which was surprisingly populated . I don't know why that surprised me (I guess I thought everyone would move out on Sunday morning). Early morning, after last night's loon lullaby, we got up, packed up and hiked L'Envol which was a short but sturdy climb to a vista of the lakes chain and Laurentian backdrop in the Pimbina (central) district of the park. Lovely and the best part was that we had it all to ourselves. We hiked again once we had camped, up to another vista La Corniche and rather obsessively (on my part, yes) did the drive and short hike/walk to the other two falls (chutes), Diable falls and Croches falls in this district - the Diable district of the park. We're sore tonight, but happy and I can only hope sleep will come my way.

BEAR!!!!!!


Tonight we had the last night of camping and after a lot of hiking and swimming AND a poutine outing, had a light dinner by the campfire and early bed. Somewhere in the middle night hours, I heard clanging by the picnic table - not much out there since we keep a very clean site, just a clean stove and empty water pot - and realized we had a bear visitor. Nothing there, I thought, it'll move on. But it didn't, so I shouted and in the process woke S. up. A bear, I hissed in response to his groggy query - a bear he repeated, where? There. I pointed to the dark shadow. And yelled again. The bear didn't move. I got a flashlight and shone it out of the tent. At this point I heard only snuffling as the bear sniffed and (probably) licked whatever it had found out there. Oh s**t that's right. I spilled some oil from the smoked oysters on the table. That must have been what the bear was after. Great. I ATE those same smelly oysters. And although I brushed my teeth, I hadn't washed my face. Was it on my lips still? Did I smell delicious to a bear? At this point I heard nothing. S-, I hissed, I don't know where it is. Is it gone? At that moment, I heard a pot clatter at a point below us, followed by a female shriek. I know where it is now. S. barely awake to begin with, was quickly back asleep for the night. I on the other hand, tracked the bears progress through the campground based on the direction the sounds of clattering pots, muffled curses and screams and slamming car doors (for the people who were now sleeping in their cars) came from.

Sunday, July 18, 2010

A Happy Birthday

And it was. I had the best time ever. Morning with my honey, a diner breakfast at a brand new (to us) place, and an afternoon barbecue housewarming at friends, and early evening on the beach along with dinner out. It was most delightful. A good augury for the year ahead!

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Water Fire


After a morning and afternoon of recovery from yoga camp, I was deeply motivated by S's comment that "he'd done more in the 24 hours I was back than in the whole week I was gone" to find a fun thing to cross off our summer list. So in spite of the heat, or perhaps along with it (we surrender!) we went off to deep Ellum and had fries - pretty good but still not poutine - and beer before heading down to Providence for the canal fire pyre lighting. What a mob scene. What a lovely night. What a great walk and beginning to the birthday celebration weekend. I loved the gondoliers of Providence.

Water Fire

After a morning and afternoon of recovery from yoga camp, I was deeply motivated by Steve's comment that "he'd done more in the 24 hours I was back than in the whole week I was gone" to find a fun thing to cross off our summer list. So in spite of the heat, or perhaps along with it (we surrender!) we went off to deep Ellum and had fries - pretty good but still not poutine - and beer before heading down to Providence for the canal fire pyre lighting. What a mob scene. What a lovely night. What a great walk and beginning to the birthday celebration weekend.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Yoga Camp Day 4

I really like our class group which is nice, because I'm not getting a whole lot of inspiration from the training, which is a shame because its pretty costly. Today, I would have left after the ridiculous group project shut down. I think that if our teacher wants to tell long stories starring her son and then gives the class no space to even ask questions let alone complete the project groups (I paid the price for a long winded mediation induction and got cut off about 20 seconds in - but, no I'm not bitter) presentations, that might mean a little work on teacher ego is called for? I guess this is yoga too, finding a way to offer good will and appreciation to teaching twits. But I wish I were doing something else out here. Anything but this class. I will say that I am constructing a teacher training for adults at the congregation based on what "not to do" and for that, I thank this class and teacher.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Yoga Camp Day 3

I'm not sure how I feel about this training but I certainly know how I feel about the teacher. What a twit. She may be a fabulous yoga practitioner and an experienced and adept Montessori, but she's a lousy teacher of adults. I am so glad I have knitting. And I also found her video of children pretty uninspiring. My days are thus and appear to be so for the rest of the week. Up for Sahdahana at 6:00, off to breakfast at 8 or so for miso soup and steamed veggies (although I have discovered rice cakes and jam for sweet treat) and class at 9:00. Yoga before lunch (today it was yoga dance - fun), then lunch - more vegetables and healthy stuff, class and then yoga before dinner. Dinner and then something after dinner. So far, everything after dinner involves more yoga. And then off to the whirlpool and shower before I climb into bed in dorm room. Yoga camp? Yoga boot camp more like it.

Monday, July 12, 2010

Yoga Camp Day 2


THERE IS NO AIR CONDITIONING HERE AND I HAVE TO DO LARGE AMOUNTS OF VIGOROUS YOGA EXERCISE??????? So wrong. But alas here I am and I'm in hopes that I can actually use something I learn here. That may or may not happen. But in the meantime I'm having a hot yoga experience. My first day I took yoga before dinner, had dinner, went for a whirlpool and then went to bed in my dorm room. Most of the others are here with the same training program and seem nice enough. But it's hot. Really hot. There are fans. They are not helping.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Off to camp

Yoga camp. I am on my way to the radiant child yoga teacher training thing that was recommended by a colleague a while ago. She took it a couple of years ago and really enjoys using yoga with kids at work. I've never been to Kripalu so this part is of great interest to me.

Packing takes so much of the day, tho. Too much wine and post dinner drinks last night I thinks.

Friday, June 25, 2010

Hot Time

Summer in the city. I took Megabus down to the conference on volunteerism in America. Jerky bus ride. Cramped, so cramped and in spite of wifi, absolutely no chance to do anything remotely resembling work. Hot walk to 15th street and the senior B's and bed. Not much sleep but it was fine. Manhattan smells bad in June. And I think I might be sticking to the street.

Monday, May 31, 2010

Look Familiar?



Hike Ku for Hellcat Swamp Trail

Leaf percussion drifts
Across a rustle of grass
Salt marsh band plays on

Hike Ku for Sandy Point Loop

Reflecting water
Sunset glories on the beach
Look up and look down








We made our way back out to Plum Island, since this is the weekend of the 60/60 return. We've been to Plum Island before of course, with you (Sarah) as well as on our own previous hiking adventures. I'm quite happy to note that the birds are as lively and present as they ever have been, although on this particular evening the mosquitoes were equally lively and present. Damn. After a morning preaching gig at work and an afternoon nap to sleep off the night before at the Z's, we headed out for an evening sunset hike. It was stunning as the pictures can atest. The only hitch was that we ended up staggering across the dunes trails - which are not all that direct - as the sun went down and by the time, we got back to the car and on the way back out on the refuge road - it was after hours. At which point the security guy stopped our car and gave us a scolding. Since it was obvious that we weren't drinking -although Steve was clutching a salami (part of his picnic dinner, as well as his heritage)- we escaped with only the scolding, no fine. I wondered if that was the security officer you (Sarah) remembered from your days on the refuge. You know, the one with anger management issues? We didn't stick around to see how he handled all the people we had left behind at Sandy Point, including a rather drunk fisherman. Ah summer nights at Parker River. Makes you nostalgic, doesn't it?

Saturday, May 29, 2010

Wood Orchids


Hike Ku for Ravenswood Park

No Mountain Laurel
Though Blue Iris flags blooming
Lady Slippers too

We headed out early, before the heat (and since I have a sermon to edit into shape, an afternoon of working for me) to pick up another one of the 60/60. This one at Ravenswood in Gloucester. I've been there before, Steve and I hiked it during our mad dash to complete the 50 hikes in Massachusetts challenge. It was the last in a day of three hikes - we started early in the mountains and raced through Ravenswood as the November light faded. I believe we ended in the darkness. Since that outing had more of a flavor of nature as treadmill, we didn't really savor the hike as much as I would have liked, so it was nice to redeem the outing by a more leisurely amble. Not too, leisurely mind you, the mosquitoes were doing a fine job of herding us through the woods, since every time we stopped they settled on exposed flesh for a morning snack. And then there were the other dogs and the attendant stress of having some big thing charging toward Rascal . No doubt they onnly want to give a friendly sniff, but since she is the demon spawn of the Bitch Goddess, Rascal only wants battle. Not the most relaxing way to hike. The good news was that most of our hike was in the more remote part of the park where we had it to ourselves. And the demon spawn of course. We had read that Swamp Magnolias and Mountain Laurel would be blooming in early summer, but it must be about a week too early. No blooming this morning - at least not on the trees. The irises were spectacular in the marsh and like most of the other places I've been in the past week, Middlesex Fells and Monadnock, wood orchids -Lady Slippers- galore. We even caught sight of a couple of water lilies - the lotus types.

Now to that sermon, or at least to some new way to procrastinate. Maybe I'll make the pie that I've got planned for dinner at the Z's tonight. . .

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Hey I'm Back


After this blog's significant hiatus -I'm back. Why? Because I actually have things to write about. With the improving weather and a slight let up in the crazy mad work days, we're back out hiking, I'm starting to get a handle on my sleep again (which mean's I'm actually getting sleep) and summer is beginning. Stay tuned for random hikes. Hike Ku. The occasional crazy leg. And pictures of epic meals we have loved and eaten. And when July rolls around - tales of the fair Sarah's stateside adventures.

Saturday, March 20, 2010

Crazy Legs Connect the Dots


I was not going to stay home and watch March Madness with the Fordham boys - Steve and John, they just have to do that without me. So I decided to head out to the LANES annual conference, "Sharing the Fire". It's an interesting combination of educators and artists, working on networks and professional development - but what really distinguishes us is our attire. The artists are in purple and tie dye and the educators are in business casual. And no, I did not break out the tie dye. Work paid for this, so I figured I was going in my business casual. (Except for crazy legs. And you should be grateful, for if it weren't for tights, I wouldn't have anything fun to post on this blog. You probably get tired of looking at picutures of trees and trails and food you won't be here to eat.) So today, my crazy legs connected the dots between Rebecca the church lady and Rebecca the attention whore.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Ummm. . .Did We Skip Something?


Spring equinox is just days away and we've raced past late March and the whole month of April and landed ourselves right into the middle of May. It's going to crowd seventy this afternoon and tomorrow too. And then the rain is supposed to come back but we won't talk about that now, right?

And on another related note. Who has KELLEY in her name? ME. That's right. And why does Sarah in Hanoi have a more Irish Saint Patrick's day than the parent with the surname KELLEY in GREATER BOSTON which may be more Irish than Dublin???????? Did we skip something here?

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

A Day at the Shore





These were taken on route 28 the day after the rain stopped and the river spilled out of it's bed and into the street and basements and parking lots. I stood at the waters edge and the waves lapped my toes. Miss home, yet? It was sunny, warm and beautiful - all we needed were sand dunes and a frisbee. ..

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Basement Wishing Well


I wish the rain would stop. I wish the water would stop rising. I wish I had a dry basement. Sigh.

(In case you missed the locale, this is taken from the basement steps as I toss coins in to ripple the water. Pretty huh?)

Monday, March 15, 2010

Wet Wild Windy (The Three W's)

I don't think I'll go to work this way.















Or this way















Or This. . .















Oh, the hell with it.


Sunday, March 14, 2010

Crazy Legs of Death


The rain is settling in for a good long pour. I am still taking pictures of my tights. The clocks moved forward and the night got shorter and today was a long one at work. I like my job and I like working, but today I would have gladly given it over for a good long sleep in.




March in New England. Say no more.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Plumbers Helpline


I have been redoing the main floor common bath S-L-O-W-L-Y. Originally I took the sink out, removed and replaced tile where it was broken, chipped or drilled into. Then (because I'm trying to be an eco-warrior and assuage my guilty commuter carbon chewing conscience) I got a vanity on craigslist. It didn't fit. Baseboard heater - oops. I then got another vanity -this one a console and a fancy (craigslist again) faucet. The pipes didn't fit. Of course. I cut the pipes. Got new p trap and tail pipe fittings. They don't fit. Of course. Before making one more trip to the hardware store, I figured I would do what I could and see if there was anything else I needed to replace. So I put the faucet and drain in. The drain stop - wrong size. Great. And, oh by the way, guests for the Saint Patricks Day corned beef and cabbage feast. I love my days off. Really. I'm calling a plumber this week. Really.

Friday, March 12, 2010

Tell Me a Story

One of the odd ironies of my job is that although a lot of it is taken up with thinking about and talking about and advocating for children in community, I spend very little actual time with them. Which is why I enjoy Fridays at Callahan so much. I get to spend time with children. They aren't always angels and while some of them treat me like a rock star, others treat me like - uh not. I like it anyhow, humility lessons notwithstanding. I like watching kids have an ah ha moment. I like hearing about a world that I no longer inhabit - not even vicariously through my own kids and I really like to visit the third graders and tell them a story. A week ago at the request of that teacher, I went in to storytell. I usually ask the teacher what the kids are working on and what might be useful for the class to hear. I've done myth, tall tales, lots of folks tales and a handful of contemporary stories. Today I asked if they knew what a fairy tale was. No. That's not a surprise, but when I asked if they'd ever heard the old classics - Red Riding Hood, Hansel and Gretel, The Three Little Pigs I got a bunch of blank looks. Video games up the wazoo, but no fairy tales. So I told one. And these technology jaded kiddos lapped it up. They were rapt, attentive (even the ADD kings and queens) and hungry for more. They were willing to give up lunch for a story. Now, we're talking school lunch of course, but along with lunch comes recess and they were willing to give THAT up too. I can't wait to go back. Kids. Stories. Such a perfect combination.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Raining Cats and Crazy Legs


Of course to go along with my crazy cat lady hair I have crazy cat lady tights. Cunning aren't they?
Today the rain returns. We started off auspiciously enough this morning with sun and clouds, but by the time I left work for our late afternoon walk rendezvous the cold rain had begun in earnest. No walk through the woods, just a utility poop loop with the dog between drops. Our on again off again flirtation with spring appears to be off again. I am feeling rather embarrassed that while when I wander the Adventures in Nam blog, there are vistas of temple precincts and volcanoes at dawn, over here on New England Musings, there are pictures of my tights. When tights are the high points of the day, it time to put more meaning in my life.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Nursery Thaw


Walking over Indian Ridge yesterday, we saw vernal pools. Lots of them. I don't know if you remember, but many years ago we did a vernal pool project with the Audubon Society through South School and I learned a lot about them. What magical places. This one in the picture above is a classically located pool at the bottom of a steep slope, in a hardwood forest with run off and snow melt to thank for its existence. The ice is thawing during these warm days and over the next few months the rare and wonderful species that complete their life cycles in these pools will emerge from THE PRIMAL OOZE. Ooops, sorry, just having a nature documentary moment there. Salamanders, frogs, those little fairy shrimp (which are kind of weird). The forest nurseries are not just nests and dens, but these Brigadoons - which appear every spring and evaporate -literally -as summer advances. As I read back over what I've written, I realize the sun is getting to me. Spring, only thoughts of spring these days.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

March in the Meadow















October boardwalk between Indian Ridge and West Parish Meadow















March on the same spot

Baker's meadow. It was such a glorious day and we were both back home by a little after 4:00, so we grabbed leash, dog, and camera and headed off to Indian Ridge for our loop hike up the esker, across the road, and around the pond. The swans are back! We only saw the cob initially and I busied myself making up a very sad story about the widower swan returning to the desolate swamp alone. It wasn't quite so desolate as all that, but compared to the glories of last fall, pretty dull in the daylight, and I imagine when the sun goes and twilight drops its grey draperies over the scene, bleak indeed. When we rounded the pound and were able to look across, at last, two swans. She may have been hovering near their nest in the reeds and he was keeping an eye on us. We'll have to watch for the babies. According to birding folks the nest building happens in March and April, the eggs are laid and hatch after 36 days - but since they're returning and probably using most of last years' nest I'm going to bet the eggs get laid somewhere in late March/early April, by mid-May we should see babies. Perhaps before. We'll be starting our weekly treks through Baker's Meadow as another year turns itself toward the birthing, growing, greening season.
This year, as in years past, I am happy to be here as witness the the miracle of life's return.

Monday, March 8, 2010

Going Going Gone



When I took the dog out early this am before my trek to work, I decided to capture the vanishing bits of snow before the forecasted 60 degree high comes this afternoon and when we stepped out on the deck this evening to catch the mauve and peach of sunset, I took a compare and contrast photo at days end. Winter. It's on its way out. Not yet Saint Patricks Day, so we could still get one of those freak spring storms or even more than one, but this time of year even if it looks like snow - it's water. And as you can see - what a difference a day makes. Spring, so close, so close!

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Crazy Legs and Chinese Insults?



You decide. The crazy legs parade continues. Todays fashion statement took a certain amount of courage (more than overcoming the voices saying YOU'RE WEARING THAT? kind of courage) because I have no idea what the Chinese characters on my legs said. Someone at work who has a slight knowledge of written Chinese said there was a five and a house glyph in there, but couldn't put together the rest of it. So I'm wondering what my legs actually had to say to the rest of the world. Did they say, for example "a curse of five houses upon your flabby thighs?" or "five people in a house is one too many if one of them is you"? or "full house beats a five card run?" or vice versa. Another puzzle and mystery I'm just going to have to live with. As long as I don't wear them into Chinatown I'm probably okay.

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Weir Hill - Check

Hike Ku for Weir Hill Redux

Proletariats
And entitled dog owners
Worlds collide hiking

And that probably says it all. Its a pretty spot, close by and enlivened by very nice water views of Lake Cochichewick as we trace the lakeshore for a bit and traverse the drumlins, but COME ON people!!! Leash laws. And if you don't like leash laws, how about good manners? We knew better than to even try to take Rascal based on past experience, but is it too much to ask that the many people out with pets, pick up their poops and keep them on lead? Steve and I probably won't return in the nice weather, just because it's so stressful to have dogs launching themselves as you with no idea about their propensity to bite or jump. There's a lot of really entitled pet owners out there and we, sadly too proletarian for our environs. This was also the first time I have been out since I came home sick on Tuesday and after less than three miles found that I needed a nap. And after a few short hours awake, went to bed early. Wow. Sleep, sleep, and more sleep. I hope in the service of getting better.

Friday, March 5, 2010

Health Care reform

Phone call equals appointment equals visit to doctor with shockingly low co-pay equals exam equals treatment equals prescription equals (I hope) restored well being.

I'm among the lucky ones. I am fortunate enough to be married to a man who carries a premium health insurance with great benefits. I am fortunate enough to have a job that can be largely done from home if I am unwell and a workplace where self care is expected. Sick? Stay home.

How different would life be if I were an hourly wage earner with little choice about on site hours. How different if I were only able to avail myself of outpatient clinics because I didn't have the insurance coverage or the cash to indulge in the doctor's office visit with people who have my medical history and (medically speaking) my back.

I am grateful for the benefits I have but that doesn't let me off the hook of advocacy for those who do not have this kind of access. What about them Congress? As all of our elected politicians point fingers and haul out the stinky old red herring of "liberal" and "conservative" they are failing in their most sacred and essential task. To govern and to govern well so that the people of the empire are healthy, prosperous and literate. How are we the people doing? Skyrocketing obesity rates, children with medical disorders that used to only be found in adults, rising unemployment, long term unemployment, decaying industrial communities, environmental degradation, drop out rates approaching 50 percent in have not communities, dumbing down in have some communities, meritocracy in have all communities. Looks like poor marks on the congress report card. No one ever asks "can we afford a war?" but when it comes to sane ideas like universal health care, cost is almost the only thing we can talk about. Health Care reform? Lets have all the banks and financial institutions who got bail out money (because they were too big to let fall) underwrite it. That would be fair.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

I Surrender


I give up or give in or give a rats ass or something. I crawled home from work this afternoon (after taking full advantage of my opportunities to breathe on every child who crossed my path) and hit the couch with tylenol and ibuprofen and am hoping that this is not flu, merely a viral thing that will run it's course in a day or so. I am such a cat about being ill - when I'm sick I want only to hole up with a blankie and very little else. I suppose there is a good evoluntionary reason for it, if you're inclined to isolation when you're sick, it's harder to infect your fellow tribesmen. Now, I may be making this up in my fever addled brain but it sure sounds plausible. I'll bet if I were sick more often, I could write a whole evolutionary history based only in speculation. Although I think a lot of people have beat me to it. Mmmm blankie. Tea. Tylenol. Mmmmmm.

Sunday, February 28, 2010

Crazy Legs and Scene from a Marriage


He: New tights?

Me: Yes. Do you like them?

He: They look like an old lady's couch upholstery

Me: Umph.

He: You asked.

Me: Your survival skills are usually more sharply honed.

He: Have a good day at work.

My fantasy response: (Thanks . . .you ass. . .)

Me: Bye

Saturday, February 27, 2010

A Swiftly Tilting Planet
























I woke up to today's big news of the earthquake on the Nazca plate (in southern Chile). Not clear how much of a mess it made and how much life is lost, because it was in the overnight hours and communications go down during events of this magnitude. It's one for the books, an 8.8 er with a really long - people are saying 90 seconds - release of energy to the surface. 90 seconds of the earth roiling and bouncing under you must seem like an eternity. I hope the damage is not too extreme. I always have mixed feelings about these kinds of events, my fascination and my compassion warring for attention. I love watching our restless planet from a safe distance and I'm every bit a nerd, following the science "gossip" as geologists parse out more knowledge and understanding after a quake. The Nazca plate has a planetary counterpart in the Cascadian plate off the coast of the Pacific Northwest. That plate is frozen with very little quake activity on it; which generally means that it's due for a big release of all the energy and stress that's been building unrelieved for the past hundreds of years. I worry about that. When it goes, that could be a apocalyptic event for that part of the nation, but will have an impact on us, probably beyond my ability to imagine. And I'm also concerned about the human implications of the current quake - for the people I don't know, the Chilean citizens and the people of Haiti too, whose ongoing plight may very well be eclipsed by this latest disaster. I worry on a personal level as well - there's a tsunami warning up for the entire Pacific and Sarah is off in the archipelago of Malaysia - away from her Hanoi home and out of touch with her New England home. I can't do anything about that, of course, only breathe and believe that all will be, and all manner of things will be and all will be well and all manner of things will be well. All will be well. My prayer - with a nod to Julian of Norwich - for Sarah, for the people of Chile, for the people of Haiti and for us all.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Crazy Legs and a Bright Spot


Flying the freak flag with my Peter Max prints and the chunky shoes.

The crazy leg parade continues and it's just about the only bright spot around here. I am thinking with a great deal of envy about all the people off to warm climates where the sun is shining. Or someplace It's grey. And as pretty as these bursts of snow are - it's the wet stuff that falls off the branches quickly and are reflected in grey, endless, endless grey skies. The branches are a tired grey, the roads are a tired grey, the snowbanks are a tired grey. Late winter has settled in and the theme is no longer white, it's grey. I know the sun is up there somewhere but long ago the ancients probably had weeks like these where they just had to wonder if the sun would ever return - and this not so ancient has weeks (or at least days) where I wonder too.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Almost Weir


Hike Ku for Weir Hill

Equipment Failure
Unfavorable omen
Try another day

We finally got some snow. Shoveling snow and skiing snow. I'm not sure it counts as a hike if you ski it, but ski it we . . . uh. . . tried. Steve's thirty year old nordic boots separated instep from sole after a tumble in the first few yards of our ski. That happened to me a few years ago at Cardigan in NH. I remember it well. And retired the trusty skis of my childhood at the ripe age of 48. Steve was due for a ski replacement and he may be the last human on this continent still using wax skis so it's time. In the short term, it meant that our hike/ski of the Weir Hill loop was off. But after charging home from work, getting kitted out, dragging gear over to North Andover, and already in the woods, I took advantage and spent about an hour skiing over to the lake, between the drumlins and back while Steve listened to news in the car. I didn't do the loop, that would taint the 60, but I can't wait to go back with Steve for a winter ramble at Weir Hill. It was, as the pictures will confirm, absolutely lovely and far pleasanter than the crowds of summer and fall. There were dogs and of course, they were off leash, but with the exeption of the big dumb one who thought I had lots of sticks - poles, skis - to chase, they left me alone and I left them alone. Like McArthur, I shall return. With Steve and his new skis.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Snow Day? Hah!















The Weather prognosticators were wrong. Big time. I want to be paid that generously for being wrong. But that's the not the worst of it. The rather low key storm forecasts - I'm serious, very little hype for weather guys around here - got every school system, every non-essential persons, and every anxious driver to stay home. For nothing. I don't mean three or four inches nothing, I mean - nothing. Where has our collective hardy New England soul gone? We've become a bunch of weather conspiracy theorists - the killer frosts, the crippling snows and the paralyzing storms are out to get us. So what do we do? We stay home. Except for those of us who are storm shopping hobbyists, and we go to the grocery store and buy up canned goods to place on the shelves next to the canned goods we purchased for the last storm. Most of us have access to any number of warm lit places and when we don't we have lots of food in our fridges and blankets on our beds. We're fine. Most of us lose power for hours, and even when I've been without power in the winter for days - I can't say it was fun, but once the driveway was clear and I could get to a coffee shop or restaurant, I settled in with wifi and coffee and noodled to my hearts content. Or these days I can go to the gym, work up a sweat and shower there. Come on New Englanders - cowboy up. It's only snow. And it's winter. In New England. Sheesh.

Monday, February 15, 2010

Check off Another One
















Hike Ku for Foss Farm Hike

Needle Skirted Pines
Ice tutus flood plain trees

Playing at dress up

Back to the book, hike 17, check. Done. I had worked a shorter day, wanting to be home to see Jon and enjoy Valentines Day with Steve, since we were planning a two day flying trip to NYC to see the in-laws and Julia (alas not to be - Steve was felled last night by a nefarious stomach bug) and would be having little time alone. Since the weather is still cooperating and winter may be rearing it's snowy head again, we headed out to Foss Farm, out in the Carlisle area. It's not too far away from the Great Brook Farm hike of last weekend. I vaguely remember being there when I worked in Bedford with a member of the community gardens. Very different scene yesterday. It was frozen in some places, muddy in others and we moved between pine groves and agricultual fields cutting across the landscape with a large empty 19th century barn and farmhouse near the trails end. I am always amazed that we are in shouting distance of hundreds of thousands of people, and most of the time on these hikes we see almost no one. Yesterday was no exception. The description of the hike (which the 60/60 author made in warm weather) routed the walk away from the Concord River floodplain, described as buggy and wet. This time of year, it was icy and not buggy, so after walking the 3 1/2 miles or so to the end of the described hike, we turned it into a loop and came back along the river trail. How cool was that? The interior route, although pretty, was very much like the hike of the day before and even the one of the weekend before in terms of terrain and scenery. But this river trail was like being on another planet. I did not expect the other worldliness of the icy scene we became a part of. Every thing was frozen, iced over, trees were dressed in ice floes where the river froze around them at a higher water level, and as the water dropped over the winter, the skirts remained. One would have been interesting, but a couple miles of them was absolutely stunning. Great winter hike. And then we came home and watched the Olympics and I did not over indulge in chocolate.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Crazy Legs on Parade


These are my Valentine Day's tights. With the grey suit? What do you think? Oh, yeah, they'll take me seriously at work. . . Right. .

Today a lot of things have conflated on the calendar. Chinese New Year (of the tiger), Valentines Day and a new moon. And an all ages worship at work which I'm prepared to be surprised by since the planning of this one has been largely out of my hands. I had this crazy experience of searching out Valentine's Day cards and finding NOTHING, I mean NOTHING appropriate for an all ages group to exchange. I mean, can you imagine a 5 year old giving a 40 something a card that says "hot stuff, be my valentine". Gross. So we now have these very pretty scrapbook page valentines (and even those I had to edit ruthlessly . .) And as I sally forth, I invoke the great WHATEVER. Good, bad or in between, in few hours it will be over . . .

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Back in the Woods















Beaver Brook reflecting the sun back at us.

Hike Ku for Beaver Brook hike.

Ice, snow, endorphins
This is what we came here for
Winter in the woods

Off we go-hiking
Annoying dog in the way
February day

I am discovering or re-discovering the joys of the woods in winter. Without much snow, and donning our trusty Yak Traks we can walk quite comfortably through places that would be too buggy in spring and summer, probably too wet in spring and fall and kind of boring during the green leafy time of year. It's delightful. I am hoping for snow though. I like walking in the woods - but skiing then takes it to a whole new level. The snow shoes give us more options for trails, but I like the motion and sounds of skiing best of all. (I still have my skis in my car, for those rare days when I can escape my office for an hour or so and ski the fells. Which I havent' been able to do since early January, too icy these days)

We were back in the woods today, hiking (mostly) by the book. The 60/60 book. Check another one off. (How do I transfer this level of compulsion to something else - something like cleaning for example?) This time around we joined the Z's of Nashua for a woods and water (well, ice actually) walk, and as you may guess from the second Hike Ku our pain in the ass dog. She has become incredibly ill mannered in her dotage. Whining in the car, tripping us up with her lead and the piece de resistance, barfing on the Zizzi's rug when we adjourned for civilized dinner, beverage and move. Next time she stays home. It's like having a toddler all over again.

Friday, February 12, 2010

Winter Vacation Begins


For Steve. I'll be working, but he's off on holiday through next Monday - the 22nd - and ready. As lovely as his kids are this year they're still. . .well. . .kids and demand a lot of energy and attention. Time for a break for everyone. I am hoping we get some snow so that we can get some outdoor sports in. Right now, I'm contenting myself with the Winter Olympics and grateful that I was a downhill skier before the technology outstripped our knees capacity to handle it. It a fun over the top excess that I take guilty pleasure in every four years. I know we should be using the money for something else, like the people of Haiti. AND I know it feeds an awful lot of stereotypical jock behavior - go ahead and cripple yourself for your sport. AND this year, sadly, a young man has died already in the luge practice, but in spite of all that, the Olympics are my chance to marvel, fantasize and get motivated to get out THERE. And a fine excuse to sit and watch.

We are watching the opening ceremonies as I write this and I'm charmed by the indigenous dancers. They've been at it for a very long time. That should be one of the sports, given the gear these folks are wearing and the physical demands of dancing and drumming nonstop while the parade of athletes walks into the stadium. One of the things I love about Canada, among many things I love about Canada, is that their political system and structure makes room for the voiceless. Their senate creates an affirmative action for the typically under represented and marginalized, the First Nations people among them. Now, I know it's not perfect and they have their share of indigenous people who are living twilight lives in the shadow of post colonialism, but at least the Canadians acknowledge the existence of someone else beside the white "settlers". Better than this country. Much.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Instruments of Torture

I've been very diligent about my workouts these days. Although the dog and I get out every morning like clockwork, the cold winds and bare puppy feet manage to keep our outings very short and not particularly cardio intensive (unless shivering counts) so off to the very blue collar, very non-beautiful people gym I go to. And once there, to pound away on the instruments of torture and try to reverse the ravages of (drum roll please) nonalcoholic steatohepatitis aka fatty liver. Yes, my liver is fat. Given how little I drink, it appears to be exercise and diet related. Or maybe medication related. But regardless of its origin it is cause for one portly physician after another to give me no end of grief about my middle aged. . . er. . .middle. . . and the need to reduce its size. Hence the gym outings and my rather obsessive postings about what I eat or don't eat. The Andover gym is more of a club with membership fees to match the leather chair and juice bar ambience. The place I go to - in a nearby not so posh town - looks like a warehouse with garish colors, row after row of machines facing row after row of television screens suspended from the ceiling as row after row of walkers, runners, bikers, lifters plug in and stare away. The unemployed construction workers, the little old duffs, and the over weight midlifers all seem to work out at the same time I do. Which is to say early in the morning. And then they all go get eggs and homefries before going about their days. I go get coffee, black thank you very much. No fat in that. Sorry liver.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

Welcome Bride


As in Bridie, Brigid, Brigit etc. Groundhogs day is also her feast day, one which shares co-billing with Imbolc and Candlemas. Pre-Christian and Christian myth blends with folks tradition as people draw close to each other during the deep cold of winter. Imbolc was one of those watershed seasons when the freshening animals gave people -who may have come to the end of their winter stores- a new food source in milk. It is now a holiday celebrating community, art and craft. I used the story of this old holiday this morning at work, so its on my mind. In honor of the day, I wove a Brigid's cross for the front door. Protection and peace for all who cross the threshold. Hunker down as winter continues and welcome Bride.

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Great Brook
















Hike Ku for Great Brook State Park Carlisle Ma

Ice dragon hatching
Winter tries something new
Art along the trail

Still no snow. In a fit of enthusiasm for the great outdoors, Steve and I got out the 60/60 book, henceforth known as the *&!!*# book, and found a hike that could double as a snowshoe outing. Snowshoes went in the car, boots on the feet and of course there was almost no snow on the trail Ice mostly and cold winds. I took great pleasure in the outing until my second fall, and then I was done. Unfortunately we were about three miles from the car when I got done. Dang. 7 miles and I felt every inch of them by the end of it. Funny thing about winter; a hike that is a walk in summer changes dramatically when the terrain is ice coated. I had my workout and went off to an evening of guilt free eating. Pho da lat in Lowell. Life is good even though the wind is cold.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

I Saw MY Shadow!!!!


I did, I saw my shadow yesterday, and so did Rascal. Which means we have six more weeks of winter. I didn't run back into my burrow, although the idea of sleeping six weeks away is very tempting. (Of course with the apnea, I don't really sleep, I just thrash, mask or not.) Apparently the Pennsylvania groundhog, ole Puxantawny Phil didn't see his. But as I remarked in yesterday's blog, shadow or no, in six weeks it is spring equinox. All that fuss over a rodent and it just doesn't matter. I loved this news bit though (reported on Fox I think - so it MUST be true)

Animal-rights group PETA (People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals) wrote a Jan. 21 letter to organizers of the annual Groundhog Day spectacle in Punxsutawney, PA, demanding that the live groundhog used each year on Feb. 2 be replaced by a robotic version. . .

The paper showed a letter written by Gemma Vaughan, a PETA "Animals in Entertainment specialist," to Bill Deeley, president of the Inner Circle of the Punxsutawney Groundhog Club, in which Vaughan appeals to him to "make the compassionate decision to use an animatronic Phil and retire the live groundhogs who are used for Groundhog Day activities to a sanctuary."

Vaughan goes on to say that the groundhogs "become stressed when they are exposed to large, screaming crowds; flashing lights from perhaps hundreds of cameras; and human handling."

In response, Deeley told the Associated Press that Phil is kept in a climate-controlled environment, is inspected annually by the state Department of Agriculture and is "being treated better than the average child in Pennsylvania."

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Poetry Slam







About 5 years ago, a blogger began a virtual poetry slam on February 2nd. Many, many, many poets of the blogosphere posted original or favorite works and I am joining them with a salute to the muse. One is a top ten from Mary Oliver and the bonus poem is a rather smarmy love poem.

Wild Geese

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting --
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

The Parts Know

I didn’t need you

I could buy my life

Or borrow it

From the net or facebook

I thought I could

I didn’t need you

Or I thought I didn’t

Wouldn’t, couldn’t, didn’t

Need you

I thought I didn’t

My skin wanted skin

Your skin

It wanted your breath

When you spoke

Wafting against my cheek

My nose wanted scent

Yours,

Left behind on the towel

Or the pillow

Or on me

My ears wanted music

Your laugh

Or the other rumbles you make

Humming, talking, swearing

Vibrating those tiny bones

I didn’t think I

needed you

I didn’t . . .

but my parts

Knew they did