Monthly Archives: December 2008

The Wild Cat Happy Hour

With the snow as deep as it has been and temperatures dipping far below freezing, I’ve had to keep our semi-feral cats, Dodge and Dart, in the house for over a week now. I’ve blocked both cat doors through which they usually come and go as they please. Dart tried one escape through the front door, but came back in immediately when he realized the snow was deeper than he is tall.

My admiration for the owners of indoor cats has grown immensely this week. I have one friend who has five indoor cats (down from seven). I don’t know how she manages. We’ve long had litter boxes available for the cats’ overnight use, but with both cats using litter boxes full time, it takes significant vigilance to stay ahead of their efforts.

For a couple of days, both cats were fairly dormant, denning under the bed in disgust and not even wanting to look out the window at the bright white, alien environment. But excess energy finally overcame their fear and since then I’ve had to allow at least an hour a day for cat playtime. An old sock on a cord with a catnip center has made a great toy for our rough-housing.

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The cats will be inside for at least two more days. Temperatures are rising and the thaw has begun, but the snow is still too deep for easy cat navigation; and black cats against white snowfields make easy targets for the extra-hungry predators that will be emerging with the thaw.

Meanwhile, we’ll maintain our wild cat happy hour. For the cats, it’s a frustrating, feeble alternative to being outside, but it’s better than getting frostbite or being eaten by a hungry neighbor.

Fragile Hope of Christmas Wreath on a Locked Gate

Griz and I are lean on Christmas traditions. Christmas loot for the “next generations” is often  mailed rather than delivered in person. The Christmas festivities in which we do participate don’t occur every year and rarely on Christmas Day.

But even in those years when I do no other Christmas decorating, I like to make a wreath for our gate.

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It’s my way of honoring  the beauty and sentiment of the Christmas season. I don’t define myself as a Christian, but I consider Jesus Christ a great spiritual teacher. Any religious tradition that celebrates peace, love and compassion is a positive thing; and humankind needs all the positivity it can muster.

Ironically, when we first moved here in 1995, we had no gate. But as the population increased, transitioning the area from from rural to suburban; our long, gravel driveway (with no buildings visible from the road) became more and more inviting to random “explorers.”

At first we didn’t close the gate all the time, let alone lock it. Now it’s locked all the time - when we’re home and when we’re not - a sad symbol of changing times.

The circular shape and evergreen component of wreaths symbolize the eternal cycle of life.  Perhaps the reason I like to put up a wreath each year is to sustain my fragile hope that eventually we’ll change direction – cycle back  to a time of fewer gates and fewer locks - a time of peace, love and easy trust – the legacy I believe Jesus Christ had in mind.

May the hope and loving peace of this holiday season sustain you through the coming year.

You Should Look a Bit Ridiculous…

This photo is my version of Jenny Joseph’s “…when I am an old woman I shall wear purple.” I retired that purple jacket last year, so this photo’s a couple of years old, trishsled1but I wasn’t inclined to set up a tripod today and Griz was down the driveway clearing snow with the tractor. I still have the purple sled, though, and I used it today coming back down the hill from checking the pump house lights. Sledding on that plastic sled gives me the giggles every time – a great way to regain my sense of humor when the hassles of  snowfall start to outweigh the peaceful splendor.

Not a very flattering pose, but you just can’t fold 5’10″ of adult human onto a child-sized plastic sled without looking a little like you’re practicing for your upcoming OB/Gyn exam.  Besides, you should look a bit ridiculous when you’re doing something ridiculous.

I highly recommend doing something ridiculous every so often. It’s very good for the spirit.


"Baby, It’s Cold Outside"

Did I say something about it just always warms up? The forecasters were right, we’ve had record snowfall and sustained below freezing temperatures this week.

This digital thermometer is located about 8′ from our pellet stove; the outside reading (upper) is from the edge of our deck:

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Lots of icy misadventures on area roadways this week – though, thankfully, not for us:

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We lost power for 20 hours Wednesday into Thursday – a great shake-down for the new generator system.

We’re effectively snowed in for now. The snow is only two feet deep (I know that’s just laughable for those of you who deal with deep snow every year), but it’s unusual here.  Clearing our long gravel driveway hasn’t been a necessity so far – the local roads are so bad, we haven’t been inspired to bother.  We’re waiting for the thaw – which will theoretically start after our next round of snow (coming tonight).

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Glad we got our Christmas shopping done early.  I feel sorry for local merchants who were already suffering because of the economy.   Area shoppers are not moving - malls here are empty.

I’ve posted a few more snow shots on Flickr.

Author’s Note: Actually, as subsequent posts reflect, it snowed another foot and didn’t warm up for 10 days.  When the thaw finally did start, it caused considerable flooding (minor on our property but quite significant regionally).  For the Western Washington lowlands, this was a very memorable snow event – and, hopefully, will continue to be something that only happens once every 20 years. Our slogan after considerable shoveling, and ultimately using the tractor to clear the driveway: “This is why we DON’T live in Montana.”

Federally-Funded Academic-Speak: Dance Moves or Feminine Hygiene Products?

While doing a little fact check for my last post, I ran into this poetic gem in a NOAA document:

“Considerable evidence indicates that climate in the Puget Sound region is cyclical, with maxima (warm, dry periods) and minima (cold, wet periods) occurring at decadal intervals[....] Mantua et al. (1997) and Hare and Mantua (2000) evaluated relationships between interdecadal climate variability and fluctuations in the abundance and distribution of marine biota.”

Maxima?… Minima?…Biota? Can’t decide if these sound more like feminine hygiene products or dance moves. I’ll forgive the author if he speaks English as a second or third language. Just so much easier to say:

Puget Sound climate alternates between warm, dry periods and cold wet periods at about 10-year cycles. The cycles impact the abundance and distribution of marine life.

(Footnotes are always great for crediting the researchers.)

In the mid-1980′s, I worked briefly for a firm which held a large editorial contract for NOAA. The task was to clean-up and translate the written work of a number of federally-funded “principal investigators” who were out roaming the Arctic, assessing the environmental impact of developing natural resources (OIL) on Alaska’s outer continental shelf. The original intention of the editorial project was good – compile the research for public consumption and produce a readable book.

I suppose the sub-text was to demonstrate “whatever we do up there, we looked into it carefully.”

The “Reports from Principal Investigators” arrived in boxes of loose pages, some typed, some handwritten, with labeled photographs and charts and sounding a lot like the first climate paragraph I quoted above.  The  editorial task was daunting.

I actually have a lot of admiration for those scientists (principal investigators) who were out braving the elements to watch polar bears and other Arctic mammals and birds. I have even more admiration for the ones that braved the same elements to watch algae grow. However, I sincerely hope we are now producing generations of better communicators in the scientific community – presuming, of course, generations X and Y can break their acronym/abbreviation addictions.

I’ve been out of academic, environmental and editorial loops for awhile. Please – someone tell me the writing has improved! In the mid-1980′s personal computers weren’t very portable or fast, so back then; we were probably lucky to get what we got. Even now,  I suppose there’s only so much you can do electronically in sub-zero temperatures. But in our culture of rapid written communication – e-mails, text messaging, social networking – surely our connected, young scientists are getting better at using written words effectively. And if not, why not?

I departed the NOAA editorial job before the project was finished. My reasons were more idealistic than practical - based on my insider knowledge that the contracting  firm’s president quadrupled the contract costs because he was going through a divorce and needed the bucks, rather than because it was actually costing more to produce the book. (I admit my idealism was bolstered by the knowledge that Griz had a good job at the time.) But some of my colleagues who hung-in informed me later the ultimate sale-price of the book would have to be $350 per copy to cover the editorial work. (Are taken-for-granted cost overruns still written into Federal contracts? I hope not.) Don’t know if anyone ever read that book. It’s probably in a library somewhere.

I have a best buddy who’s a professor at a large university. She periodically contemplates retiring (until this year). She loves to teach, but her recurring complaint always comes down to “Sometimes I just don’t know if I can read another dissertation.” So maybe it’s too early for the better communicators to have hit grad school. Of course, the eternal trail of pedantic academic-speak may be perpetuated by older academicians. Kind of like the 72-hour hospital shifts medical students endure even though it’s been proven hazardous to students and patients. Another one of those  ”We had to do it, so they have to do it” rites of passage.

But there’s still some good news. With electronic publishing, all that bad writing can be made available to the hard-core researchers without ever producing more than one paper copy. And maybe now,  with all the government cut-backs, we just won’t have dollars available for all those unnecessary words.

Short Bursts of Ice and Snow – We’re So Spoiled

For 48 degrees North latitude, we are really very lucky here in Western Washington when it comes to cold weather. Yeah, we have to put up with a lot of precipitation, but down here in the lowlands (we’re at 500′), we don’t get a lot of snow and sustained below-freezing temperatures. What snow and ice arrives usually doesn’t last more than a couple of days – it just always warms up again.

The primary reason for our benign winters is, of course, that big, salty heat sink – the Pacific Ocean. The Alaskan Peninsula helps, too – it prevents the cold Arctic Ocean water from mingling much with the (relatively) warm Pacific water. Pacific marine climate is considered one of the best working climates in the world – benign winters and coolish summers mean there are very few days when you can’t be outside, working comfortably in the weather (although good rain gear sure helps).

One of the problems with this it-never-snows-much-and-always-goes-away-fast set-up is the natives don’t get very skilled at snow and ice driving; AND, snow removal dollars are very small line items on most government budgets. Traffic can be a nightmare when snow and ice arrive with zeal and stick around – which happens every once in awhile.

lightsnowForecasters are predicting our current Arctic blast (sub-freezing temps with no daytime thaw) will last through this entire week. (So far we only have about an inch of snow, though, so that might make it tolerable.) They say the last time this happened was 1990, although I think we came pretty close in 2006, which included record snowfall (30 inches here) and lengthy power outages (10 days for some people – 4 days for us).

In 1990, we were still living aboard s/v WaterBrother at Seattle’s Shilshole Bay Marina. I remember our on-the-boat Arctic blast.  Griz was in Phoenix on business for most of the week (the dog). I got to do arctic boat bunny by myself. Fortunately, my job was close  – a very short drive. I was also driving a dependable little 20-year-old Toyota beater at the time and it had vicious studded tires. There is great vehicular power and psychological freedom in driving a beater in ice and snow.

snowaboard2When you live aboard in a large marina, you get used to the sound of wind in the rigging as background noise.  But the 50 knot northerly that brought in that 1990 Arctic blast was an unusual, high-pitched howler – and it howled for days.  WaterBrother was moored with her bow facing north and we slept in the V-berth. Although WaterBrother had an insulated hull, insulation is pretty minimalist on a 37′ sailboat. Our Dickinson diesel heater - which generally kept us toasty through Seattle winters – did a fine job on most of the cabin, but that strong northerly wind cooling the bow made the V-berth frigid. Before Griz got home, I had rigged a cocoon for myself with extra sleeping bags and space blankets. I’d also revitalized my appreciation of polypropylene long underwear.

And Griz didn’t get off the hook completely. Although the cold wind had subsided by the time he got home, there was still ice and snow on the ground. He didn’t want me to pick him up at the airport (25 miles from the marina), so he took a cab from Sea-Tac. Considering the road conditions – that was probably the greatest danger to either of us all week.

And there was a gift in that chilly week aboard. Made me re-evaluate whether I was really interested in over-wintering aboard in Alaska. Glad we never did.

Sunset Deprivation and the Privacy Trade-Off

Here’s a ho-hum autumn sunset through the stand of deciduous trees in the southwest corner of our property – about the best we get of visible sunsets.dsc_0277

Our evergreens, many of them 50 and 60-year olds, are great for the year-round privacy we value; but they do deprive us of those unobstructed sunsets so everpresent in our sailing days. When you live aboard on the West Coast, you are often a part of the sunset. I do miss that.

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Such is the nature of life – there are always trade-offs to be made.

Anthony Hopkins as Memorable Hermit Dr. Ethan Powell

In the 1999 movie Instinct, Anthony Hopkins plays a renowned anthropologist, Dr. Ethan Powell, who “goes ape,” vanishing for more than a year to live alone with a band of mountain gorillas.  This may not qualify him as a hermit in the truest sense, but that’s the advantage of a personal blog – if I think he’s [...]